slick balls

iconic parts of lord of the rings that sadly didn’t make it into the films:
  • Frodo and Sam getting into a fight about rope
  • Gandalf and Aragorn tag-team sassing a convalescent Merry about the location of his pack
  • the massive intra-Fellowship fight about how fair or unfair it is for people to be blindfolded
  • “DO AS YOU PLEASE IN YOUR MADNESS! I WISH TO SEE NO EYES!”
  • Legolas coming all the way from Mirkwood to deliver bad news and get bitched at by Glóin
  • Bilbo’s passive-aggressive notes to his annoying relatives
  • Aragorn and Éomer leaning on their swords to take a break and chat in the middle of a fight (twice)
  • Saruman appearing out of nowhere and harassing the Three Hunters like a DND random encounter
  • the disco ball/oil slick/sequin robes
  • basically every time Ioreth or the Master of the Houses of Healing says anything
  • Pippin jumping into his bath and soaking literally everyone
  • Bilbo’s song about Eärendil and Aragorn trying to gently point out that some topics of conversation are Sensitive
  • Frodo deciding that the best way to be inconspicuous is with a loud obnoxious song about when the Moon got drunk

feel free to add your own

experimental error (pt. 2)

pt. 1

→pairing: taehyung | reader

→genre: best friend au | smut

→word count: 6,002


The next time you saw Taehyung, things were not the same.

Maybe it was just you being weird—god, why did you have to be so awkward?—but every time you made eye contact, even when you were with a group of friends, all you could do was picture the way he had been staring at you, his intense, lust-filled gaze locking with yours as he rocked into your frame, leaning his forehead against yours and never, ever breaking the eye contact that had played a crucial role in sending you over the edge. The memory would hit you all at once, and suddenly you would be unable to look at him again for the rest of the day.

If he was feeling anything even remotely similar to what you were, he definitely didn’t show it. He continued to talk to you as if nothing had happened, laughing and joking like you usually did until eventually you would get annoyed. Why isn’t this affecting you like it’s affecting me?! you wanted to scream, but you knew you couldn’t. After all, you had told him from the very beginning that you wouldn’t make things weird. He was the one who didn’t want to do this, and you convinced him; you couldn’t help but wonder if this was all just one huge, irreversible mistake.

But then you reminded yourself of why you wanted to do this in the first place: you had only had sex twice with two different guys before Taehyung, and both times were completely miserable. You couldn’t figure out how sex was supposed to be fun; you’re just laying there getting a dick shoved into you, no? But then you realized, maybe the problem was you. How was one supposed to be “good at sex”; isn’t it all just the same thing? How is one person better in bed than another? And it was these simple questions that sparked fear into your brain, starting off as a flickering flame and soon growing into a giant forest fire of worry and self-doubt. You needed answers, needed to find out the truth before the next guy you seriously liked came along; you didn’t want to mess up any future relationships by being boring between the sheets.

So that’s what prompted you to keep your mouth shut. That’s what prompted you to swallow whatever doubts you were having about this and go over to Taehyung’s again, knowing exactly what your time together would entail. You were ready for your second lesson.


“Okay, so I bought a few things for us to talk about.”

As soon as you walked into Taehyung’s room he immediately sat you down on the bed and pulled out an array of objects, anywhere from lube to anal beads, and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“What?” Tae frowned, obviously not receiving the reaction he expected.

“What is all of this?” You were still laughing, but when you looked up and realized that he wasn’t smiling, you quickly tried to hide your amusement with stifled grins.

“They’re sex toys!” He whined defensively. “Like look, here’s a dildo, and oh—here’s a cock ring.”

“A cock ring?” You smirked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re gonna wear a cock ring?”

Taehyung looked down at the object before seeming to contemplate it in his mind. “Well, these are more for educational purposes—to show you what’s out there rather than for personal use.” He quickly placed it back down.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I already know what’s out there, Tae. I don’t live under a rock.”

“Yeah, well toys are important during sex, so we’re discussing them,” he sighed with a plop on the bed. “Now this is an ovipositor. It deposits little alien eggs–”

“Wait, a what?” You leaned away, staring at the phallic-shaped tube incredulously.

“An ovipositor, pay attention.” He rolled his eyes with a huff. “It deposits these little gelatin eggs inside of you, and it’s meant to replicate the feeling of being impregnated by an alien!”

You stared back at him, shocked into silence, mouth hanging open in pure disbelief. “Tae, what the fuck are you into?!”

“I found it on this forum,” he quickly waved off your question before reaching over to his nightstand. “Here, this is one of the gelatin eggs–”

As soon as he dropped the slick, goopy, yellow ball resembling the shape of an egg in your hand, you immediately screamed and let it fall to the floor.

“Y/N! You’re supposed to keep those clean!”

“What the fuck Tae!” You yelled, wide eyes looking from the alien sex toy to your best friend and then back again. “How does that thing even work?!”

“There’s a hole at both ends,” Taehyung explained as calmly as one would discuss the weather, leaning in so he could show you the blue phallic tube. “See, this is where you insert the eggs one by one, and then that forces them up and out the top!”

You continued staring with a look of disgust on your face. “You’re really sick, you know that?”

“I thought you said you already knew what’s out there!” Tae countered defensively as you got up.

“Not being impregnated by an alien!” You whipped around to look at him again. “Who the fuck has heard of that?!”

He simply shrugged. “Guess you’re not as kinky as you thought.”

You shook your head as you looked down at the forgotten egg on the floor, debating on leaving if your problem was just going to be made fun of like this. “You know, Tae, this isn’t a joke to me. I put myself out there and came to you because I seriously–”

“Oh my god, we’re not using them!” He groaned with a roll of his eyes. “I just got it because I thought it’d be funny to show you! There’s an actual reason for all of this; here, come sit down.”

He was patting the spot next to him that you’d just gotten up from, blinking his eyes innocently and smiling one of the biggest smiles you’d ever seen—one he always used to get what he wanted.

You crossed your arms and shook your head, this time in disbelief that you were actually entertaining one of his antics as you took your spot back on the bed, careful to avoid the alien dick as you did.

“Now, as I was trying to say before I was so rudely interrupted,” Taehyung glared at you, “sex toys are what makes a relationship fun and exciting, and can set apart the wild in bed from the snoozers. The kinkier, the better.” He held up the ovipositor with a wriggle of his brows.

You pressed your palm to your face, silently asking yourself why he was the one out of all your friends who you chose for these lessons.

“These are anal beads.” He held up the long string of black balls on his finger. “They can be used to–”

“No way, nuh uh,” you waved both hands at him, quickly shaking your head. “We’re not doing any butt stuff.”

He seemed surprisingly caught off guard by this. “Are you sure? Anal is a given way to make any sex life better.”

“Yes, Tae, I’m sure. No anal.”

The boy just shrugged before putting them down, this time picking up a small, thin, metallic looking object. “Now this is a Prince’s Wand, and it gets inserted into the male's–”

“Okay, you know what? I think I’m good on sex toys,” you immediately jumped up, lifting the objects in your arms and shoving them back into the drawer of his nightstand. “Why don’t we move onto the next part of the lesson?”

Taehyung looked offended at first before his eyes lit up. “Ooh, okay! The next part is sex positions.”

You nearly resisted the urge to smack yourself on the forehead.


45 minutes and 22 positions later, you were currently laying on the bed, your head and shoulders flat against the mattress while the rest of your body was up in the air, your legs bent so far back that they were touching the pillow behind you.

“I don’t really see how I’m supposed to… move in this position,” you called to Tae who was kneeling in front of you, attempting to move your hips which just made your body rock back and forth like the ball that it was shaped into.

“No, that’s my job,” your friend informed you, grabbing onto the back of your thighs which were pointed right at his face. “I move you up and down with the pace of my thrusts; see, you just roll a little! That’s why it’s called the butter churner.”

You glared up at him as he mimicked the movements. “I don’t see how this could at all be sexually pleasing,” you frowned as you put your legs back down and emerged from your ball. “It just seems like it would hurt my neck.”

“Well maybe, but what’s life without living on the edge a little?” He smirked before nudging you playfully.

You didn’t nudge back. “Do people actually do these sex positions?” You rested your elbow on your knee with a sigh. “The only ones I know of are missionary, doggy style, reverse cowgirl… all these others seem like ones that old people would use if they were scrambling to keep their marriage alive.”

He barked out a laugh before answering your question. “Not really, no. Not unless the sex is so bad that you need to start looking up new positions.”

You chuckled before growing silent. “Sex with me isn’t that bad… right?” You bit your lip and looked up at him with worried eyes.

“No!” Taehyung’s booming laughter filled the room as he hit your arm for good measure. “I’m talking about people who don’t move and basically act like they’re dead. No one wants that… unless necrophilia is your thing.”

“Gross!” You hit his arm back with a laugh, the sounds of amusement fading naturally into silence.

Tae looked at you before holding out his hand. “Come on, enough fooling around. Let’s get to the action, shall we?”

You felt your stomach roll as you took his outstretched hand, not sure of where he was going with this until he suddenly sat up against the bed frame and pulled you on top of him.

“O–oh.” Your eyes went wide at the abrupt action before grabbing onto his shoulders and adjusting your position on his lap, your knees bent on either side of his waist and your back straight so that you were straddling him.

Taehyung didn’t notice your awkward movements, or if he did, he didn’t say anything, because soon his lips were on yours and he was kissing you in a way that had all of the air whooshing from your lungs.

You nearly resisted the urge to push him away—you hadn’t been expecting that, the action still so foreign and unfamiliar to you with your best friend—but it didn’t take long for him to refresh your memory on why you went as far as you did with him last week.

Kissing Tae wasn’t the worst experience, you could say.

You were quick to recover from your initial surprise and started moving your lips back against his, his touch and taste slowly coming back to memory after you’d all but shoved the thoughts from your mind in an effort to suppress them. Though at the moment, you couldn’t begin to remember why—not when he already had your lungs gasping for breath and his hands climbing beneath your shirt.

His fervor was just another thing that came as a surprise to you compared to his timid attitude at the beginning of your last session, though you knew it really shouldn’t have; this was Taehyung you were talking about. He could befriend a total stranger in .25 seconds, much less work up the courage to seduce his best friend.

His enthusiasm did wonders to encourage you, though. Already you could feel your hesitation waning and your hunger growing as you moved your hands from his shoulders up to tangle in the soft locks of his matted hair, already tousled on his head from the extensive workout of sex positions (aka trying to figure out which limb went where) that he just put you through.

A few wandering hands, battling tongues and heavy breaths later, it wasn’t long until you felt them: his bucking hips, which contained the one thing that played an essential role in this arrangement in the first place, and it was pressing between your legs with each motion until you suddenly couldn’t take it any longer.

“If I wanted a lesson on making out, I would’ve just asked Jimin,” you abruptly pulled away to bark in an impatient tone; this was your unconventional way of telling him to hurry up, apparently.

Taehyung’s chest was rising and falling with his heavy breaths, his lips were red from the pressure that he used to kiss you, and his eyebrows were knitting together in confusion at your departure before he was suddenly rolling his eyes.

“God, you sure know how to ruin the mood.”

His words came out as a grumble though you could sense there was no true malice or hard feelings behind them. He quickly tore your shirt over your head which was then accompanied by your bra, and you almost made a remark about the speed at which he was moving but you bit your tongue. You had asked for this, after all.

“Get on your back.” His voice was firm now, more of an order than the playful whine that he would usually speak with, and so you had no other choice but to gulp down your protests and do as he said.

As soon as you were against the mattress and left exposed from the waist up with nothing but your nerves driving you forward, Tae’s fingers were on your zipper. “Do you mind if I take these off?” He grinned, a glint of mischief in his expression as he started undoing the button of your pants without waiting for an answer.

Your breath stayed lodged in your throat as you watched him, unable to make any movement from your spot against the mattress as he eased your legs out of their confinement. It was only with the realization that you had forgotten which pair of underwear you put on today that you lifted your head to look down out of curiosity.

“Oh my god,” you groaned out loud when you saw them, completely mortified as you squeezed your eyes shut and collapsed your head back against the pillow with a sigh of defeat.

“Frozen?” Taehyung stated in disbelief, staring down at your panties before looking up at you with wide eyes. “You have Frozen underwear?”

“I bought them when I was a little kid!” You groaned again, covering up your face with your hands and silently reprimanding yourself. You couldn’t believe today was the day you chose to wear these.

“Um, Frozen didn’t come out that long ago…”

“Shut up!” You shouted in exasperation before sitting up. “You’re ruining the mood!”

Me? You’re the one wearing Frozen underwear!” He shot back while trying to hide the giggles that were threatening to escape his lips.

“Whatever,” you scoffed, ignoring the embarrassment that inflamed your face as you fell back against the bed.

“Jeez, Y/N. Why can’t you just let it go,” Taehyung said, and this time he was unable to hold back as he burst into laughter at his own joke.

You groaned louder to drown him out. “I hate you,” you grumbled, fighting the smile tugging at your lips as you crossed your arms over your chest and stared off into the distance.

“Oh really?” He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head at you cockily.

Oh no. You knew that look.

You quickly sat up and opened your mouth to protest when you suddenly felt a long, slender finger being pressed against the center of your clothed slit.

You instantly fell back against the mattress as a shudder ran straight through you. “Tae!” You scolded, gritting your teeth at him. The little shit.

“What is it, Y/N?” He asked innocently, peering down at you with an unsuspecting smile as he pressed his finger against you harder. “You were saying something?”

“I–” You fought to get your words out, but you couldn’t speak between the heavy breaths of air that escaped you as you felt him start to massage small, tight circles around your clit. “I–”

“You—you what?” He teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he watched your writhing frame. “You hate me?” In one swift motion he pushed your panties to the side and swiped his cool finger against your now dripping wet core.

“Ah!” You moaned out, throwing your head back and arching your back as he found direct contact with your exposed clit.

“It sure doesn’t sound like you hate me,” he said, tauntingly swirling within your wetness and dragging mewls of desire from your throat. “It sounds like you like what I’m doing to you. Is that right?”

He kept dancing around your entrance, teasingly starting to dip his finger inside only to quickly pull it away again. You started to shake your head no, if only to withhold the satisfaction from him, but at this point your lust outweighed your pride.

“Please,” you whimpered.

His eyes sparkled even brighter at your plea, instantly shooting forward to hover over your body as his fingers lingered over where you wanted him the most, his face now inches from yours and studying your expressions closely.

“You have to say…” He paused, sticking out his bottom lip and looking up at the ceiling in thought. “Kim Taehyung is better than me at everything.”

“What?” You cried out before harshly jerking away from him. “No!”

“Oh? Is that so?” He raised both his eyebrows, peering down at you innocently as his fingers suddenly tore through your walls and entered inside of you.

Your mouth fell open into a frozen gasp, rendered completely speechless as he hooked his index finger before dragging it back out. A deep shudder ran through you as you watched him bring the finger up to his mouth before sucking it clean of your juices.

“You taste so good,” he marveled, eyeing you under heavy lids as he licked a stripe up his finger one more time with his enticingly pink tongue. “It would be a shame for it to go to waste.”

You were panting heavily now, but this time it was solely from the intoxicatingly lustful gaze he was giving you. “Tae, pl–”

“Ah ah,” he interrupted, shaking his head at you with a grin. “You know the magic words.”

You swear to god when this is over, you’re going to kill him.

“Kim Taehyung is better than me at everything!” You cried out desperately, and then the air was whooshing from your lungs as you felt his finger finally enter you again. “Oh my god,” you moaned in pleasure, gaping at the pure ecstasy that took over your body.

Taehyung watched you closely, his mouth in an open-smile and his eyes drinking up every single one of your reactions. It was only when you felt him pull away did you open your mouth to bark out a protest, but to your delight, you realized that he was just properly removing your Frozen underwear (which thankfully was not brought up to ruin the mood again) before returning to pleasuring you.

“More Tae,” you whimpered, completely tossing your pride aside as you all but begged for him. He was definitely going to give you shit for this later. “I need more.”

“Oh?” Taehyung simply cocked his head before obeying your words and inserting a second finger through your walls. “Already ready to be stretched out for my huge cock, huh?”

“God, would it kill you to not be a cocky prick for two seconds?” You couldn’t help but snap.

“With the way you’re moaning my name like that, yes, it really would.” There was a dark chuckle that escaped his lips as he said this, and it took everything in you not to rip his fingers out of you and shove them up his own ass. You might’ve, too, if it hadn’t been for the immense pleasure that was coursing through your veins and clouding your senses right now.

“I–I don’t s–see what your fucking problem i–is,” you barely managed to get out through the constant pumping of his digits.

“Why can’t you just stop being mean to me and enjoy the pleasure?” He groaned out. “God, it’s almost like you don’t want to feel good.”

You scoffed and opened your mouth to berate him some more, but suddenly he was inserting a third finger through your walls and all logical thought was instantaneously wiped from your mind.

“Oh fuck Tae!” You cried out, head thrown back and back arched as you basked in the onslaught of the sudden overwhelming pleasure he was inflicting on you. “Fuck, too much, too much!”

“Too much?” He repeated in confusion before pulling his fingers out and staring at the width of the three of them put together. “But my dick is way bigger than this!”

And?” You screeched. “We had sex one time, it’s not like my vagina is going to magically morph to your size!”

“The vagina is a muscle that contracts and forms around what’s inserted inside of it!”

You couldn’t believe your ears. “Where’s that damn cock ring?!

“Okay, okay, no need to be rash,” Taehyung was quick to calm you down, the fear evident in his eyes as he raised his hands in a settling manner. “Just… come here. Are you ready to fuck? We can fuck now. You can be on top if you want since I was last time.”

Your friend’s sudden cooperative attitude had your nerves calming a bit. There was even a hint of a smile on your face as you raised to your knees, able to feel the wetness sliding between your slick folds as you waited for Taehyung to take your spot on the bed so that you could climb on top.

“This is good variety,” he commented idly while you were busy straddling him. “Should we try one of the positions we tested earlier?”

The frightening memories of sex positions ranging anywhere from “downward dog” to “king cobra” flashed through your mind—images that you were sure were going to haunt your dreams for weeks. “No, that’s okay,” you quickly reassured him. “Let’s just stick to conventional methods for now since they’re the most common ones that I’ll most likely be doing with other guys.”

Taehyung stalled at your words for a moment before seeming to snap back into it and steadying your hips with his hands. “Do you got it?” He asked as you fiddled with his member outside your entrance. “Fuck I’m so hard right now… I can’t wait to be inside you.”

You suppressed the shiver that ran down your spine at his words and forced yourself from not jumping him right then and there. “Wait! Did you get condoms this time while you were out purchasing your weird sex toys?”

Taehyung’s lips formed into a small ‘o’ before he was sitting up and leaning over to the top drawer of his nightstand.

You shuttered when you caught a glimpse of the ominous ovipositor peeking out at you. “Seriously, how much did you even pay for that thing?” You were scoffing before you could keep your mouth shut. “Did you really get it just to show to me, or do you have plans of actually using it one day?”

Your friend only glanced back at you with a wriggle of his eyebrows and a creepy smirk on his lips. “Why, do you want to try it out?”

“No!” You nearly screeched.

“Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” he put his hands up in mock defense and shrugged. “You know, you’re coming off as a real kink shamer right now, Y/N.”

“Because I don’t want to have alien eggs deposited into my vagina?!”

Tae simply shrugged again before shutting the drawer—thankfully without the ovipositor—and ripping open the small condom packet. “Here, put it on for me would ya?”

You were too impatient to argue as you quickly snatched the rubber from his hands, not wasting any time in coaxing it on with your fingers before proceeding to slowly lower yourself onto his dick, knowing that the foreplay already left you with more than enough wetness to take him with ease.

“Fuck,” you cried out in a long, drawn out voice as a spike of pain shot throughout your lower region. “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.”

“Are you okay?” You heard Taehyung ask, and if it wasn’t for the surprise that filled you when something cocky wasn’t the first thing that flew from his lips after your reaction, then you wouldn’t have opened your eyes to see him staring up at you in concern, almost all traces of pleasure erased from his features as he put your wellbeing first.

Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you inhaled sharply through your nose before exhaling a deep breath. “It just… took me by surprise is all.”

“Sorry–”

Caring and apologetic? Who was this new Taehyung?

“–I can’t help that my dick is so huge.”

And there he was.

You chose to ignore his arrogance by shooting him a glare before going back to closing your eyes, your head tilted back and bottom lip caught between your teeth as you slowly started to sink lower on his length. The effects were almost immediate; once you sat down on his hips with him buried to the hilt, both of you let out a simultaneous groan.

“God you feel so good,” Tae moaned, unable to stop himself from giving a small buck of his hips up into your heat. “How is it that neither guy liked having sex with you before?”

“I didn’t say they didn’t like having sex with me!” You scoffed in disbelief while experimentally swiveling your hips, suddenly fearful that he misinterpreted your whole purpose for asking this arrangement of him in the first place. “I said the sex wasn’t good for me! I just wanted to make sure I’m not the problem!”

“I can tell you right now, you’re fucking not the problem,” Taehyung let out a small, dark chuckle of disbelief as he tightened his grip and rutted his hips up a bit harder into yours, the action causing you to gain extra height as you bounced on his dick.

“Shit, Tae,” you didn’t even have time to question his words as you were suddenly doubling over in pleasure, the upper half of your body bending at the waist and collapsing onto his chest as you let his thrusting hips take over and send your body to the seventh heaven; if you weren’t religious before, you definitely were now. “Shit, right there, don’t stop!”

Taehyung grunted as he followed your commands, each snap of his hips causing his dick to hit a spot deep inside of you that felt so glorious, so deliciously sweet, that you found yourself screaming out his name like a mantra on repeat. You were enjoying sex more than you ever had in your entire life—which albeit wasn’t saying much, but hell, it was still something.

“I love hearing you,” he groaned with a devilish grin at the sheer audacity of the pleasure that was overpowering him. “Do you like it when I fuck your tight little pussy? Answer me, Y/N.”

Yes, yes I fucking love it,” you cried back as you clung to his chest for dear life, scratches and bite marks sure to be left on his skin from where you tried to hold yourself together, if only for your sheer sanity. “God Tae, don’t stop, it feels so fucking good!”

“Good–ah!–good girl.” His praise was interrupted by an involuntary clench of your walls, one that usually happened when you were either close to cumming or trying to coax them to their climax so it could be over with as soon as possible; this time, it just so happened to be the former.

“Taehyung… I’m…” you were barely able to get the words out between the heavy breaths that labored your chest and moans that spilled from your lips.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” His tone was rhetorical, almost patronizing, though you couldn’t find it in yourself to give a damn, what with the way the sweat was plastered to your forehead and your knees shook every time you tried to lift your hips up and bounce on his cock.

So all you could do was meekly nod, your face buried in his neck and your fingernails digging into his caramel skin while your best friend completely obliterated what was left of your sanity and your pussy.

“Oh my god, Taehyung–!” There was a flash of electrifying white light until there was suddenly nothing at all, your vision going momentarily blind as your earth shattering orgasm took over your body and sky rocketed your soul into a different dimension that not even you could comprehend. It took a few moments to realize that his thumb was on your clit, still vibrating away while you rode out the aftereffects of your euphoric high.

“Holy shit you’re tightening around me so fucking much.” Taehyung was a mess of mewls and moans that finally registered through your ears when you came back to reality. “I’m not gonna be able to last much longer.”

“Then let go.” You were panting, almost exhausted at this point from the whirlwind of bliss that your body just put you through, though that didn’t stop you from gritting your teeth and pressing your hands against his chest while you bounced your hips up and down on his length, each slap of your ass against his skin filling the room with lewd noises that you’re sure it never expected to hear coming from the two best friends that had spent years upon years of their childhood playing within its walls.

“Cum for me, Tae.”

That was all it took; one breathy command of your voice, and he was instantly melting like putty beneath your body.

Gasps of ah! and Y/N! tumbled from his lips like a never ending waterfall of ecstasy, each one shooting straight into your core as you felt his dick pulsate within you. There were sudden pauses from hot cum spilling into the covering of the condom that caused his hips to stutter, movement ceasing from every bone in his body before he was suddenly coming back to reality and gently pulling out of you.

“Holy shit, that was good.” Taehyung was rolling onto his back with a laugh and tugging the rubber off. “Next time I wanna try out the vibrator I bought. Oh, and one of the sex positions!”

You were gaping like a fish out of water as you scrambled to keep up with his words, not even having a second to process things before he was already talking about your next session. “O–oh, okay.” You were nodding your head and sitting up as well to grab your clothes. “So was I good, then? Any pointers?”

“You were fucking amaz–” Taehyung cut himself off as he realized what he was saying before his entire demeanor changed, a scoff that was obviously a facade falling from his lips as he nonchalantly shrugged. “I mean, you were alright, I guess. We’re definitely gonna have to practice again though to fix some more things.”

You rolled your eyes with a laugh as you playfully swatted him before pulling on your underwear and bra. “Where’s my shorts?” You blurted out in amusement once you realized that he must’ve chucked them somewhere in the midst of your heated exchange.

After a few minutes of both of you searching the bedroom high and low, Tae finally found them abandoned beneath the skirt of the bed. “Sorry,” he chuckled as he held his own tshirt in his hands. “I’ll try to remember to throw it somewhere easily accessible next time.”

The sound of his laughter was bright and jubilant as the warm glow of the sunlight that was streaming in from the window behind him illuminated his skin, framing the outline of his body like a halo and shadowing the facial structure of his handsome–

Whoa. Handsome?

You had never called Taehyung handsome before. You always knew that he was, in an objective sort of way—but you had never viewed him like that personally.

And you still didn’t.

You quickly shook away your thoughts before refocusing back on your best friend. “Thank you. I don’t want to have to end up leaving here wearing your clothes. Nothing screams I just had sex more than that.”

“What, are you embarrassed of me?” He raised his eyebrow accusingly as if daring you to say yes, and though his actions were light and playful, you still couldn’t help but frown at this.

“Wait… you aren’t telling people about our arrangement, are you?”

“Not yet,” Taehyung answered. “I was gonna tell some of the guys but–”

“Please don’t.” You were blurting out before you could stop yourself. “The last thing I want is for people to find out I had to come to my best friend for sex advice. Especially Jimin. Can we just… keep this to ourselves?”

There was a slight pause while he frowned. “Why Jimin?” He asked with a tilt of his head in confusion.

You almost tutted in disbelief. “Tae, you know that I like Jimin. Why are you acting like this is new news?”

You friend blinked at you as he processed this information. “Why didn’t you just go to him for sex advice, then?”

“And have him never speak to me again because I’m terrible in bed and ruined our friendship? No thanks!”

“Oh, so you were okay with potentially ruining ours, then.” His words were more of a statement than a question as he crossed his arms and glared at you.

“What? No, I knew something like this wouldn’t ruin ours because you’re my best fucking friend, Tae.” Your expression softened as you took a step closer to him and held out your pinky finger. “Since we were five years old for life.”

The was a moment of silence as tension hung in the room while you waited for him to accept your gesture of friendship, though it wasn’t long before a tut fell from his lips and rang through the air. “Five years old for life,” he repeated, and then he was hooking his finger around yours and interlocking your pinkys, savoring this moment between you that embodied nothing but the strength of your bond and purity of your friendship.

“That has to be the weirdest thing I’ve ever said after sex,” he commented idly while the two of you continued getting dressed, and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Maybe your deal with Taehyung wasn’t going to turn out to be such a mistake after all.

Good Princess

A/N: Oops I wrote a thing. Go easy on me, I’ve never written Lucifer but the second I got this ask I got flooded with ideas.

Pairing: Casifer x Reader

Warnings: Fingering, language, daddy!kink, smut, voyeurism if you count Cas seeing what’s happening from the inside, a um, a rough blowjob, hair pulling, light choking

Word Count: 1.3k

Originally posted by zeusisrad

Everybody out!” you shouted as you marched into your father’s, throne room, lair, dungeon – whatever he was calling it these days. The demons surrounding Lucifer jumping and scattering. You loved that affect you had on them.

“Y/N, how very nice to finally meet you.” Lucifer said as you walked up to him as he lounged in your father’s throne.

He was wearing Castiel. Which in all honestly, fit him like a glove. You looked to the side to see your father, Crowley on all fours, trapped in a hell hound’s cage, bound like a dog.

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Not What He Expected-Part 6

This is an A/B/O AU

So here it is, my FIRST A/B/O series featuring Alpha! Dean/ Omega! Reader (not Destiel). I am still a Samgirl to the very core of my being, but I thought it would be fun to try something different for a change.

You meet Dean Winchester in a bar when he attempts to come to your rescue after a drunk Alpha tries to take advantage of you.  He quickly realizes you’re not what he expected.  You’re a very independent Omega who is used to speaking her mind.  He’s all Alpha, but there is just something about you, an attraction that makes him want to know more…….

Part 1 (All parts are linked)

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Text messages are in bold.

“God yes,” I groaned. “Can we go now?” I said as Dean kissed my neck. 

His mouth was so warm, and his scent surrounded me, making it hard for me to think.  All I knew was I wanted Dean more than I had ever wanted any man in my life, and I was about to jump his bones in plain sight on the steps of his brother’s place,

“Let’s just say bye to everyone and we can leave.  Watching you put Lisa in her place was a real turn-on.  You are one badass Omega, Y/N.” Dean said in a low voice.

“No offense, but Lisa is a total bimbo. What were you thinking?” I had to ask.

He had the good grace to blush a little. “She was easy to please and I didn’t have to work very hard.”

I stared in his eyes. “Are you sure you’re ready for me, Dean? I’m complicated, and if you want me, you’re gonna have to work for me.”

Dean’s eyes burned with heat, and he jumped off the steps so fast I almost fell out of his lap.  He grabbed my hand and practically dragged my through the backyard, stopping in front of Sam and Jess.

When I hugged Jess goodbye, she whispered a “thank you.” in my ear.

“For what?” I whispered back.

“It’s about time Dean had someone on his side.”  She told me, smiling.

We said the fastest goodbyes in history, and as he pulled me to the Impala, he grinned at me.“For the record, I’ve been ready since I saw you in the bar, Y/N.’

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2Seok Idea #6

You keep throwing popcorn into my hair. It’s been 30 minutes, have you not had enough? And WOW. Did you just try to blame your kid for it? That’s horrible! Wha- I don’t care if he’s just your nephew and that you aren’t a taken man! I care that you’ve been bothering me with cinema snacks for the last half an hour while I try to enjoy the masterpiece that is How To Train Your Dragon. STOP IT!

“You know there’s only one way to get me to stop”

“Getting security to throw you out?”

“No”

“Then what would?”

“Try sitting beside me” (wink wonk)  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )

anonymous asked:

What did you think of Derek and Shar? I loved them and he really surprised me. I feel he might go further than I initially expected if the can keep improving.

Honestly I loved eeeevery moment of it! I wasn’t expecting that AT ALL, I thought it would be full of lifts to minimize the dancing, but she was smart and only put 2 basic lifts & focused on the dancing. The opening was slick with the ball, and I am soooo surprised at his body movement! He wasn’t the best but there’s so much potential.

I hope people don’t forget about him and keep him in! (Although after last season I do truly believe people will vote for Sharna if she was paired with a stick 😛 - not complaining!😂)

A Night to Remember: Sasil AU

A/N: Hi! So this is my first Sasil fanfic. I’ve written a lot of Olitz fics, and some Richonne one shots and those fandoms led me to Outsiders. This fic is completely AU, set in a high school. I hope y'all like it.

Blackburg Kentucky, May 2015

Sally Ann bit her crimson bottom lip, looking unsurely at her matching fingernails, splayed on her bare knees, her wrists shrouded in the black ruffles of her dress’s cupcake skirt. She got up and went to the living room’s full-length mirror to again examine herself. A sliver of cleavage, cleavage she hadn’t had before G'win dragged her to Victoria’s Secret to buy a “bombshell” bra to go under her dress, peeked out of the dress’s sequined bodice. She looked down at her waxed legs, marveling at the soft glow coconut oil gave them, and her black pumps, outfitted with ankle straps that made her feel ladylike.

“You can stop looking. If you get any prettier, I’ll keep you home,” Naomi, the elderly woman who had essentially adopted Sally Ann when James’s drinking spun out of control, said as she stood in the doorway.

Sally Ann blushed as she turned to face her. “I just… It’s prom night. I want it to be perfect.”

“Y'all could wind up at McDonald’s and Hasil wouldn’t mind. You’ve been leading that boy around by the nose since fall.”

Again, Sally Ann blushed. “You know what I mean.”

“I know. It’s why I didn’t give you a curfew. Just this once I want you to do something wild.”

Sally Ann smiled at the glimmer in the woman’s eyes, wondering what sort of wild things she’d done in her long-gone youth. “We’re just gonna go to prom, and then probably Waffle House. Hasil’s been talking about waffles for a whole month.”

“He’s something, isn’t he?”

“The question is what,” Sally Ann answered with a smile. The doorbell rang and her eyes turned to the door.

Naomi smiled as she stepped into the room. “I’ll get it. Go fix your lipstick.”

Sally Ann hurried into the bathroom and reapplied her lipstick. A moment later she could hear Hasil’s voice, soft and lilting like a babbling brook, and Naomi’s, gravelly from her cigarettes. Both stopped at the sound of her heels on the shining wood floor.

They stared at each other, Naomi grinning between them. Sally’s Ann’s eyes moved over his coppery hair, shining and slicked back into a ball at the crown of his head, and his face, gently shaved with even the sparse hairs around his eyebrows plucked. No one noticed them but her, and she knew what he had done to look his best. Her wild-eyed farm boy had groomed himself into the men she looked too long at in Calvin Klein ads. He wore a crisp black blazer, tailored perfectly for him by the attentive hands of the bleached beyond blonde seamstress at the rental place. His bowtie was the same shade of gold as her bodice, tied crookedly by his eight fingers. Her eyes fell to his bottom half and the corners of her mouth quirked in a smile. Hasil was never one for tradition, and true to his own form, he had forgone the tux’s matching pants for his beloved kilt and Doc Martens. Only he could be so mismatched and still so well-dressed.

Hasil misunderstood her lingering stare, his eyebrows falling into creases. “I know I promised to get myself all cleaned up but—”

“You look perfect,” Sally Ann interjected, a full smile forming on her face.

She smiled harder at the tinge of pink that tipped his ears and the apples of his cheeks. He shook his head. “Naw. I don’t look half as good as you.”

Sally Ann blushed, her eyes falling to her shoes as Hasil stepped closer. He lifted her chin, giving her nose an affectionate tweak, before his hands reached their true destination. His fingers threaded through her silken hair, brushing her scalp then falling through to the ends. “Ain’t ever seen your hair like this.”

“Gramms straightened it.” She smiled at Naomi over his shoulder, her cheeks hot as he continued running his fingers through her hair. He was fascinated by its natural cottony tufts, but this new bone-straight texture captivated him just the same.

“How’d she do that?”

“With the hot comb.” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Sally Ann smiled. “It’s a metal comb. You heat it on the stove and—It’s not important. Do you like it?”

“Ain’t nothin’ about you I don’t like, pop tart,” he replied. Sally Ann grinned at her new nickname. She had been introducing Hasil to store bought food—something they never ate on his family’s farm on the outside of town—and now she had a new nickname each time he discovered something new he enjoyed. She pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, surprised by the supple freshly shaved skin around his mouth.

“I think it’s time y'all got going before I see something I shouldn’t,” Naomi interjected.

Sally Ann smiled as Hasil interlaced their fingers, walking toward the door. He turned to smile. “G'night ma'am. I’ll have her back soon as I can.”

“I know.” Naomi smiled as she followed them to the door.

They walked outside the house and she went to the front window to watch them, grinning when the boy stopped at the end of the walkway and rushed to his freshly washed ATV then returned, a plastic box in his hand. She could see the bashful smile on his face as he took the red rose corsage out of it. She smiled as Sally Ann helped him pin it to the corner of her dress’s sweetheart neckline. Her corsage secure, Hasil offered Sally Ann his hand to help her climb onto the ATV as demurely as she could before he climbed on in front of her. Sally Ann looked at the window and smiled as she waved at Naomi. Naomi waved back as they pulled away from the curb.

She’d had her misgivings about the quirky when he started walking Sally Ann home, but she’d overheard enough phone conversations, and seen enough painstakingly carved woodland creatures, to know he had nothing but pure affection for her little girl, whom she was beginning to realize wasn’t so little anymore.

xXx

“Last picture. Make it special,” the photographer instructed as Sally Ann and Hasil stood before the prom’s Old Hollywood themed photo backdrop.

“I’m wearin’ a kilt. Can’t get more special,” Hasil replied.

Sally Ann laughed, leaning forward and attempting to cover her mouth. Hasil looked on with a smile, proud of making her laugh, and the photographer smirked as he snapped their picture. He looked at it on his digital camera. “That’s a keeper.”

Hasil held Sally Ann’s hand as he walked over to look. He grinned. “Def'nitely. That there’s goin’ on the weddin’ invitation.”

Sally Ann smirked. “You’re not wearing a kilt to our wedding.”

“We’ll see ‘bout that, cupcake.”

They paid for their pictures then went into the prom. Sally Ann smiled as she looked around at the directions she and the rest of the prom committee had worked on for weeks. She turned to Hasil. “Pretty nice, right?”

“I never thought a gym could look so nice,” he replied, looking around at the black and gold decorations. They had lined the walls with black paper generously sprinkled with gold stars. Gold balloons swarmed the ceiling. The refreshment table held mini bottles of sparkling cider and disposable cameras. A row of photo booths lined the back wall. He smiled at her. “You match ev'rything. You’re the bell of the ball.”

xXx

Hasil smiled as he resumed his place at Sally Ann’s side. She turned to looked at him, a bottle of sparkling cider in her hand. “Where’d you go?”

“Had to tell Asa somethin’,” he replied, nodding at his cousin, a recent graduate who had graciously taken the prom committee’s meager offer to be their DJ. Sally Ann gave him a questioning look but Hasil only smiled sweetly, reaching out to twirl a lock of hair around his finger. “I think I miss your curly hair.”

Sally Ann smiled. “It’ll be back once I wash my hair.”

Hasil nodded, having recently learned the joys of Sally Ann’s hair-washing routine when she taught him to twist her locks with a sweet scented paste called shea butter.

xxXxx

February 2015

Hasil smiled at Sally Ann as she emerged from the bathroom, a towel around her neck to catch the drops of water falling off her damp hair. He scooted over on her bed to make room for her to sit beside him, watching as she gathered supplies from her dresser. She sat beside him, putting her products between them, and he picked up a jar of paste. He smiled at its sugary scent. “What’s this?”

“Shea butter,” she answered as if that would explain anything to him. When he gave no reply, she looked at him with a smile. “I use it to twist my hair.”

He nodded, dipping a fingertip into it. “Is this what makes your hair stay in that braid thing?”

She nodded, watching as he rubbed it between his palms then brought them to his face to inhale the scent. “So this is what you smell like all the time…and chocolate too. What’s that?”

She left the bed and went to her dresser then returned with a yellow bottle that she placed in his hands. He read the name slowly. “Cocoa butter… You use a lot of butter on yourself, lollipop.”

She wrinkled her nose as she massaged shea butter into her hair. “I think that’s the first nickname you’ve ever given me that I don’t like.”

“I just figure it fits cause you’re so sweet and I like licking on you…” He smiled, his eyebrows quirking at the way she looked away from her, a smile on her own face. “Plus your head’s awful big for your little body.”

“Shut up! No it isn’t!” She laughed as she shoved his shoulder. “It’s mostly hair.”

“If you say so.” He watched as she used the paste to twist her hair into little knots all over her head. “Now what does those do?”

“They help my hair curl a certain way,” she answered, slowing down her method so he could watch. “You just twist and twist until it becomes a ball by itself.”

He nodded, reaching over to take a lock in his hair and twist it. “Like this here?”

Sally Ann examined his knot in the mirror. “It’s a little small for hair as thick as mine, but yeah.”

It didn’t take them long to finish her hair and start on his. Naomi wasn’t sure what to expect when she came home and heard their laughter.

xxXxx

“Alright kids, here’s the last dance of the night. This song is older than just about all of y'all but a friend of mine just had to have it played for his date,” Asa announced and Sally Ann wasn’t surprised to find him giving them a knowing grin.

She looked at Hasil and he only smiled as Elvis Presley’s “Can’t Help Falling In Love” began and the gym’s lights dimmed. Hasil gave a theatrical bow as he offered his hand and Sally Ann grinned as she took it. He sheepishly took her in his arms and pushed her hair back from her face. “I’m real sorry you didn’t get to be queen. I know you wanted it.”

She shrugged and smiled. “Nothing in the world can ruin any night I get with you.”

Hasil looked away, blushing, and Sally Ann lay her head on his chest, allowing him to sway her to the music. She was surprised at the ease with which he moved, having been dreading his two left feet all week. She lifted her head to look at him. “You can dance?”

He blushed again. “I couldn’t ‘til 'bout three days ago. I knew you’d wanna dance so I asked Ms. Ray to teach me a li'l somethin’.”

Sally Ann looked around the gym and found Ms. Ray, their silver-haired history professor, smiling as she looked at them. She turned back to Hasil and caressed his face. “You are the sweetest thing.”

He gave a bashful shrug. “I just wanted to do somethin’ special for you. I’d do anythin’ to make you smile.”

“Can you get Asa to play that song one more time?”

Hasil turned to Asa and gave his cousin a pleading look that he hoped Asa understood. A grin spread over his face when the song began once more, and he turned to Sally Ann, resuming their embrace. “I b'lieve you owe me one smile.”

Sally Ann grinned as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your writing! Can you do an AU fic of 8x03? Maybe a college AU of castle and Beckett playing beer pong? Please and thank you :)

Professor Castle was only five years her senior, but she swears the man acts just as immature as the rest of the frat boys at this stupid party Madison had dragged her to, playing beer pong and crowing with delight as he has his frankenstein opponent chugging down another cup of beer. 

Maddie had abandoned her for Brent Edwards (some things never change) long ago, though, and so Kate remains propped against a pillar near the exit, nursing her single red solo cup of liquor for the night. She’s twenty-two, one of the few here actually permitted to drink legally, but there are too many images of her father, passed out on the ground of their apartment with a bottle of scotch clutched to his chest, for her to indulge in the ‘joys’ of college drinking.

The crowd groans in disappointment when Professor Castle steps away, only one cup of beer empty on his side of the table while Patrick is swaying on his feet, and withdraws from the game. His eyes land on her once he emerges, noticing her watching him, and Kate quickly glances to her shoes. 

She didn’t dress up, not like everyone else, wearing nothing more than a pair of glittery cat ears on a headband that Madison had tossed at her while she was slipping into her ‘slutty witch’ costume, but Professor Castle isn’t donning a costume either and she appreciates that at least one other person looks normal tonight.

“Ms. Beckett,” he greets, the smile flickering across his lips genuine and she hates how it has butterflies swirling in her stomach. Not only is he her teacher, completely off limits, but he also gets under her skin in all of the worst ways. She should not have a crush on Professor Castle. “Not enjoying the party?”

“What gave me away?” Kate quips, arching her brow at him and causing his smile to grow, a low chuckle to rumble past his lips that has the stupid butterflies swarming into a frenzy. She didn’t have a crush on him. She didn’t. “You seem to be having a blast though, Professor.”

“Gotta keep the cool teacher image up,” Castle shrugs. “Only way to earn respect from most of them.”

Kate’s brow furrows at the explanation, but… huh, makes sense.

“That’s actually a really smart strategy,” she murmurs, earning an amused look.

“So glad to finally have your approval,” he returns, nodding towards the door that leads out onto the campus courtyard and Kate falls into step beside him all too easily. Only because she’s eager to get some fresh air, that’s all. “Thought I was just an immature ass of a teacher, didn’t you?”

Beckett gnaws on her bottom lip to suppress her grin. “Perhaps.”

“You wound me.”

They walk together across the empty lawn, the light from the street-lamps above and the glow from the party inside illuminating the sidewalks. 

“A little hard to respect a grown man playing beer pong with a bunch of boys,” Kate teases, smirking at his gasp of offense. 

“You say this as if beer pong is not a respectable sport,” he tosses back, meandering down the curving paths with her, and she’s not sure of their destination, but she finds that she doesn’t really care.

She has enjoyed the few conversations she’s had with their temporary literature professor over the last few weeks, but never has she had the opportunity to be alone with him, to speak without the prying eyes and ears of other students around.

“Oh is it?”

“You just don’t like it because you’re bad at it,” he bets, goading her, and Kate scoffs.

“Tossing a ping pong ball into a cup of beer is not a challenge, Professor Castle.”

“Oh yeah? Is that a challenge?”

They come to a stop in front of one of the male dorms, his brow hitched with the question, and Kate bites her bottom lip in contemplation, notices his eyes flicker there momentarily before darting away.

Interesting.

“Maybe it is,” she decides, taking a dangerous step closer, diverting her gaze between his lips and the enticing blue eyes behind his glasses. “Up for it or not?”

Castle doesn’t back away, delight shimmering in his gaze at her answer. “You’re on.”

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ForgiveTheSinnerSammyPrompt

forgivethesinnersammy because my phone is an idiot it lost the answer to your prompt in its asshole so I hope this is ok. But luckily I copy and pasted the whole thing before I tried to publish it!

Prompt Idea or Close To It: Sex kitten!Sam gets Dean jealous, Dean buys him collar or makes him get a tattoo and Sam may have realized too late that he might have gone overboard.

I hope that’s close enough 😅.
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Of course, lovely.

His slim hips sway with the music that’s on. He lets his head fall back as the guitar riff rolls over him.

Eyes watch him with lustful curiosity, Sam knows. His nipples harden under his black shirt at the thought of a pair of green eyes watching and knowing that Sam’s body is his.

“You here alone, darlin’?” A rich voice asks him.

Sam looks over a shoulder at a tall guy, too lanky for Sam’s taste. Also, too cowboy.

“Mh, may-be,” Sam gives him a teasing smile and rolls his hips hard.

Chocolate brown eyes trail themselves a long a body that doesn’t belong to them.

“What’re you doing in this place by yourself?” The guy comes closer, a few feet away from Sam.

Sam just swings his hips slower, blinking up at the man.

“Never said I was alone,” Sam shrugs.

Sam hears a beer bottle slam down onto a table and knows his lover is angry.

“Come home with me. Could ruin that nice ass,” chocolate eyes rake over what they don’t own again.

“R-ruin it?” Sam bites his lips, batting his lashes when the guy comes closer.

“Yes,” its a hiss of arousal from the man.
“You wanna hurt me?” Sam asks, turning to lean against the juke box.

Chocolate eyes meet hazel ones. Green eyes burn.

“Sammy.”

The twenty-two year old grins, tip of his tongue between his teeth as he sees his older brother come up behind the guy.

Dean grabs him up by the jacket and slams the man onto the nearby, wooden table.

“That’s my little brother you’re fawning over,” Deans voice is a growl.

Leather jacket, combat boots, and short cropped hair–Sam’s weakness.

“I-I didn’t know! He said he was alone!” Chocolate eyes dart from Sam to Dean behind him.

“He said may-be,” Dean hisses, picks the guys’ head up and slams it back down onto the wooden table; knocking him out.

Green eyes land on Sam.

“Lets go. Now.” An order.

Dean grabs him by the neck and steers them out the bar even as people watch.

All that Sam loves rolled into twenty-six years of hard muscle, green eyes, and possesiveness.

He gets left in the dingy motel room with an order of “You move and you’ll get spanked” that makes him shiver, but stay put.

Sam needs Dean, wants him, but Dean has opted to neglect him in favor of disappearing off somewhere. They could be having ravenous sex, Dean buried deep inside him, but Sam is just picking away at the red bed spread, laid out on his stomach as he kicks his feet back and forth in the air.

His cock stays half hard in his jeans and he ruts into the bed softly to keep the ache away, until he hears the rumble of the Impala.

He hears the engine stop and the creaking of the door opening and closing, immediately he’s fully hard.

“Dean,” he purrs as the motel room door opens up to reveal said man.

His older brothers mouth is set in a firm line and his shoulders squared.

“Face down, ass up,” Dean commands, a brown bag crinkling as it hits the bed.

“B-but, Dean,” Sam stutters, but does as he’s told.

He spreads his legs apart to arch his back further and lays his forehead down on his forearms.

The pillow smells like cheap laundry detergent. That’s what he notices as his brother stands beside the bed and begins to open Sam’s jeans roughly with one hand.

“You think you’re for everybody, Sam?” Dean asks, voice even.

“No, big brother,” Sam answers, letting Dean yank his jeans down to his knees.

“Then why–” he pushes Sam flat to the bed, “–do you act like it?”

He admits that he’s been testing Dean more than is acceptable, but he hadn’t thought about the consequences.

“I-I didn’t mean to!” Sam gasps as Dean rips his pants and boxers the rest of the way off, jolting his body.

Sam looks over his shoulder just in time to see Dean shrugging off his jacket and throw it onto the other bed. Deans muscles bugle under his shirt.

“Face down,” Dean barks.

Sam puts his face into the pillow and a few seconds later, a sharp slap to his ass is delivered. He bites the pillow, ass cheeks clenching at the sting.

“I told you not to be dancing like that in front of other people,” Dean whispers hotly in his ear, wet lips brushing.

Sam whimpers as Dean spanks him hard again, the sharp sound of his echoing.

“All this ass is for me, baby boy,” Dean kneads his left cheek hard as he licks from Sam’s neck all the way up to the shell of his ear.

Sam’s cock is hard and trapped under his belly, probably blurting pre-come out all on the sheets.

“So, I got something for you,” Dean says, voice raspy.

Sam tries not to whine as his lovers warmth disappears and he hears Dean pick up the brown bag.

“Lift up your head.”

Sam immediately does as he’s told, his eyes staring straight ahead at the brown headboard.

He hears the brown bag hit the floor lightly, empty, and a metallic jingle.

“Look, Sammy.”

He turns his head to the right to see…to see a fucking collar.

His hand flies down to squeeze the base of his cock with a whine, keeping his orgasm at bay.

The dark green collar dangles from Deans index finger, the silver name tag says ‘Property of Dean Winchester’.

“Gotta two name tags just for you, baby,” Dean smiles, green eyes dilated.

He reaches into his jeans pocket to pull out another silver tag, 'Dean’s Good Boy’.

Sam cries out as his hips buck against the sheets, head of his cock wet with his excitement.

“You’re going to look so good with this around your neck, let all those bastards know you’re mine,” Dean groans.

Sam’s throat gets grabbed as Dean climbs on the bed behind him, putting the collar around his neck.

It fits perfectly, the leather cool against his heated skin.

“My perfect boy,” his brother kisses at his neck.

Dean leans back between Sam’s spread legs, gripping his ass hard.

“Let it happen again, Sammy–” Dean slaps both his cheeks hard, “–and this ass is getting my name tattooed on it.”

Sam shivers and mewls as his brother spreads him open, exposing his hole to the cool air.

Sam is about to ask why Dean isn’t moving before he hears him spit, a warm wad of it landing right on his hole.

“Oh God,” Sam humps down hard into the bed, dick drooling.

Dean spits again and it runs down to his balls, slicking him up.

“Dean,” he pants out, face flushed and body on fire.

“Hold on, just–fuck,” Dean uses both hands to get his jeans down around his knees.

Sam squirms as he feels more of the spit sliding down behind his balls. He won’t last long, his balls already drawn up tight.

Dean lays over his little brother, slipping his throbbing cock between the slick space of Sam’s ass.

“Yeah, Dean. Fuck me, fuck me,” Sam whispers harshly, gasping as Dean ruts against him.

“Not tonight, baby,” Dean licks the shell of Sam’s ear as he picks up the pace.

His spit slicks the way, his dick slipping smoothly along the crack of Sam’s ass, over his twitching hole. He humps him like they’re animals, making the bed move and the headboard smack the wall.

“You’re going to cum just like this, all over these sheets. Just from me on top of you like this,” Dean growls into Sam’s ear, he wraps his hand around his throat to feel the collar.

Sam lets out a choked yell, hands tight in the sheets. He spreads his legs wider to move down harder into the sheets and buck back up into his brothers thrusts.

His nipples rub against the sheets as he cries out his pleasure and Dean rubs a thumb along his collar.

He’ll wear the damn thing whenever Dean tells him, wherever they go, no matter what.

“Beautiful, plump ass, Sammy. Feels so fucking good around me,” Dean is still talking into his ear, tightening his hand around his throat.

Sam lets out a yelp when the fat tip of Deans dick catches in his puffy hole. He’s going to come, can feel it in the way his balls pulse.

“’M gonna’ come soon, Dean. I’m gonna–oh, oh!” Sam lets out an embarrassing squeal when Dean reaches under him to pinch a nipple and bites his neck.

“I was thinking, Sammy,” Dean breathes hotly, his body pushing Sam further down into the bed, his dick making a sickenly wet sound as he ruts harder.

Sam sounds like he’s starving for air, chest heaving as his orgasm nears.

“Yeah, Dean, yeah?” Sam swallows, head tilting upward as his body is jarred wildly, his bangs sticking to his forehead.

“Was thinking about getting a tag that said–that said–” Dean cuts off with a loud moan, bloated length throbbing against Sam.

Sam writhes under Sam, sweat making the glide of their bodies easier.

“That said, Deans. Good. Bitch,” Dean snarls in his ear.

Sam screams loud, bucking wildly and shaking as he comes hard, moaning. He sobs, cock trapped under his stomach as he shoots the last of his load.

Dean sits back quickly, squeezing the globes of Sam’s ass together and fucking between them.

“Good boy,” Dean smirks, breathless.

He spits thickly onto his own red, aching length and fucks forward slowly. Sam groans, boneless and lets Dean do as he pleases.

He’s gonna spill all over his brothers tan skin and between his sweet ass.

“Not going to do it again, right?” Dean whispers, trying to hold out a little longer.
“No, Dean, not gonna,” Sam whimpers.
“Uh huh,” Dean pants, beginning to shake as his orgasm hits, hissing as his balls pump out his seed.

He looks down to watch himself spill thick and hot all over Sam’s hole and lower back.

When he’s done he slumps forward, groaning when his come dries between them.

“Dean?” Sam whispers.
“Hmm?”

Dean slides over on his side and Sam turns to cuddle against him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you angry,” Sam kisses along his sweaty neck, cooing softly.

“Its alright, just…makes me nervous to think about something happening to you cause– what if I’m not their at the moment, ya’ know?” Dean murmurs into his hairs.

“I do it cause you’re there with me, Dean.”

His older brother snorts softly.

Did you want smut? Cause smut happened. I’m sorry.

[delete what’s in the brackets before publishing? (ehehe i most certainly will not –eliza) ummmm i’m drunk and i love you so have this and please, for th elove of all that’s holy beta it before you post it hahahah but yeah delete the bracket stuff but keep what’s after for me?] heyyy, eliza! i’m drunk blogging, so you’re getting this :D

Cas is a good boy, he knows this. He went into heat early for an omega; he’d been barely nine. Dean’s family bought him immediately, pleased to hear that a young Novak omega was on the market. He’s ten now, mated to Dean, who’s sixteen. Whatever his beautiful alpha asks him to do, he does. No hesitation, no fight. He loves the way Dean smiles at him, pets his hair and calls him pretty.

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