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We have loved filling your prompts, but real life has crept up on us. We’ll be going on indefinite hiatus. The blog will remain as is, with the archive accessible and the ask box closed. Thanks to everyone who has been a dedicated reader. Your kudos always made our days.
Anonymous asked: sam/gabriel, one proposes marriage
The one thing that Sam hated about being with Gabe was that he was never 100% sure if Gabe was being serious. There had been too many examples of Gabriel taking Sam right to the edge of ecstasy and then pulling back over and over until Sam felt like he was going insane; or the time where he stood Sam’s homecooked meal up just to show up three hours later with two girls and a guy for them to share in some kind of dessert apology-joke. That why Sam blurted out an emphatic and very loud “no” when Gabriel asked him to get married.
Proposal after proposal followed: down on one knee, in the middle of a fuck with Gabriel riding him until he wasn’t sure if he’d heard him right, with flowers, with weapons, with a diamond that Sam suspected was still supposed to be in the Queen’s jewelry box. And Sam always said no, until the time that Gabriel revealed the ring... pierced through the head of his cock.
“I did it for you, so now will you marry me?”
Anonymous asked: True Blood, Jason/Roman, rimming
This was so much worse than that time he’d drunk the whole little bottle of V and he had to jerk off a thousand times. This felt like it was never gonna end, with Roman’s long tongue flicking over him and then pushin’ inside until tears were practically leakin’ out of Jason’s eyes.
“Please, man, just... please, you gotta--”
Roman slapped Jason’s ass cheek and laughed from behind him where Jason couldn’t see without craning around. “I don’t gotta anything, little human. You’ll come when I let you come,” he purred, sliding two fingers into Jason’s hole like nothin’, and this time the tears of frustration really did come.
Anonymous asked: SPN. Pairing: Destiel. Prompt: I want Dean sucking on the gun. I want him getting fucked with it. I want Castiel to call him a “good boy”.
“I’m no longer whole,” Cas rasped, “I have nothing.” His hand tightened until the fabric of Dean’s collar rasped against his neck like Cas’ voice, hot and difficult and Dean wanted nothing else than this angel -- this man, if that’s the way it had to be now -- to use him just to prove to Dean that he’s real and not just another of a million road dreams.
They stood that way, eyes searching each other, begging for something to push them past their eternal impasse, and Castiel finally made his desperate decision; his fist pushed hard against Dean’s chest, knocking him to the floor while his other hand wrenched Dean’s gun from his waistband and pressed it to his lips.
“Take what you need. Please, Cas,” Dean whispered from behind the barrel, letting it pass into his mouth and making love to it as though it was Castiel himself across his tongue. He let Cas open him with it, facing the danger and letting Cas use him if it was what was going to bring him back, and he let Cas finally soothe him as he came clenching around the metal to the quiet sounds of Cas calling him a good boy.
And then it was Dean’s turn, to use a calloused thumb to wipe away tears from Cas’ cheeks, to nip and bite at Cas’ neck and chest until he was open too and moaning Dean’s name as he came too.
Anonymous asked: LOTR: Legolas X Aragorn. Aragorn loves when Legolas speaks in elvish.
His words were wind through the forest canopy, and beneath their sound Aragorn was cradled in the soft bed of the earth, Legolas’ whispers the slow touch of the grasses upon his bare skin. Warmth washed across his length as Legolas told him the many ways in which they’d make use of each other, and heat suffused his face as Legolas chose the most creative ideas from the sly depths of his Elven mind. Legolas’ words were a call to battle, to claim him and take what was his with muscles taut beneath their flesh and cries of passion about them in a pulsing wreath.
Aragorn held Legolas’ mouth against the side of his neck, listening to each gasped breath and smooth sound as Legolas took every bit of him inside himself. Finally, finally, when Aragorn thought he’d be unable to wait longer, Legolas sighed Aragorn’s name, his tongue caressing the sounds as though they were his body.
Anonymous asked: Supernatural | Godric/Dean | Dean wants to taste Godric all over, and Godric cant find any reason why he shouldn't. Rimming, and mutual feeding of blood please.
Dean’s brother was the one around whom vampires needed to exercise caution; but here Dean was, eyes stroking along the line of Godric’s neck and tongue wetting his lips.
“I feel your gaze,” Godric said softly, “and it speaks to my blood.”
He was upon Dean then, moving Dean’s clothes aside and dragging his fangs down the gently rippling expanse of his torso; a quick motion opened his jeans, and another abandoned them beside the bed. Godric’s tongue was not as gentle as his lips though, thrusting immediately inside of his hole and loosening him in seconds. Dean’s hands grasped, pulling at Godric’s back and then his waist, grappling to turn him and bending to push his own tongue across Godric’s ass; he trembled and convulsed with pleasure as Godric’s fangs slid into the flesh of his inner thigh, and Godric’s tender body went rigid when Dean’s blunt teeth did the same.
Anonymous asked: Hannibal - Will/Alana - protective, fem!Dom (but not sadism/masochism) Alana
Seeing him stand at her door like this, a wounded puppy left out in the rain, made her feel guilty, like somehow she could have prevented all of this from happening; she couldn't refuse him now, not like this...God knew where he'd end up if she did. She took him in, laid him down on the couch and hung up his wet clothes, fetched him a towel and coffee, and kissed him on the forehead when she had him carefully arranged, covered in blankets and surrounded by warmth.
"Alana..." He croaked into her hear when she tried to move away from him, and as he slipped his hand around hers she knew that her work wasn't done. "Please...tell me what to do." She sighed and smiled kindly, allowing him to press his face into her bosom, instructing him on how to lick and massage her breasts and stomach. "There, Will...ah! Yes..." She moaned as he applied the same technique to her womanhood, his tongue slick against her, each stroke of his fingers inside of her careful; she knew he was listening to her every word, waiting for a command, for he was lost, and she had found him, taken him where he needed to be most: inside of her guiding arms.
Anonymous asked: Supernatural. Growley. It's because it's wrong that it turns them on.
"I can't imagine the trouble you're going to get into when Daddy finds out about this, Gabriel." The sad fact was that Gabriel didn't care, because this was what he wanted: not approval, or love, just the thrill of being pinned under something forbidden and dark and vile. Crowley leaned over him and bit his neck again, lapping at the swollen, bruised skin there; to be honest, Crowley was enjoying himself nearly as much as Gabriel was, never expecting an angel to be quite so much fun.
"Crowley, p-please...fuck me." Crowley put a hand to his ear, pretending not to have heard Gabriel, and the angel whined piteously.
"Oh, very well. You look so uncomfortable there, and yet...I think I've never seen any angel so suited to his position as you." With that, he slid his damp, damned hand over his cock, moistening it before pressing inside of Gabriel, giving him precisely what he wanted. Gabriel took it, too, even when Crowley humiliated him in ways he could not have imagined; so wrong it was right, so filthy it was pure.
Anonymous asked: True Blood, Eric/Jason, name calling
"You piece of shit." Eric ground out as he thrust into Jason again, harder this time, as punishment for yanking at Eric's hair with his greasy, filthy fingers; he'd have to give it an extra washing now. He was just like her, just like Sookie, so impetuous and fiery and...well, he supposed that was why he was here, cock three-fourths buried in his cornpone ass, digging his nails into his skin, impossibly tan for a boy as white as he.
"Why don' you shut the fuck up and finish the job, bloodsucker? Didn' come here to lissen to you insult me." Eric grinned and shoved Jason's head back down into the concrete floor of the basement, thrusting again and again until he yelped.
"No, I expect you didn't, but I also assumed you knew what you were walking into. I suppose that was too much to hope for a mangy, inbred lunatic such as yourself." Jason growled and, remarkably, shoved Eric onto his back and slamming down onto him.
"You're just as mangy as me for fuckin' me, ain't ya?" Eric blinked and Jason continued to fuck himself on Eric's cock, panting with every thrust. "So...just...do it..."
Anonymous asked: LOTR Movieverse: Haldir/Legolas : Helms Deep. Cold armor and pouring rain, semi-public.
The rain beat and battered the men like thousands of tiny hammers, and if Legolas had not known better, he would have thought the force of it would dent their armor, pierce straight through metal and mail to their flesh. Before he could return to his place next to Gimli on the high wall, a hand brushed his, and he turned to follow the touch--Haldir glanced behind, his eyes full of that which he could not speak, and Legolas silently moved after him, let himself be led to a quiet place, where not even the refugees of Rohan had ventured.
"We must be quick, Legolas." Haldir breathed against his damp neck, and Legolas nodded, shucking away as little of his armor as necessary, Haldir doing the same for him, until he could lift Legolas into his arms and brace him against the wall. He thrust inside, his heat startling when the rest of him was damp and chilled to the bone, and Legolas laid his cheek against the hard metal of Haldir's shoulder plate, his breath fogging its reflective surface. Only when they had finished, when Haldir had emptied himself inside of Legolas, did they hear the deep drums approaching, ringing in the air.
Anonymous asked: Supernatural, Dean Winchester/John Winchester/Sam Winchester, They like to team up on their father, sucking and rimming him open before taking turns fucking him.
John didn't have much to give his sons, and he had already taken so much away from them, but one thing he could do was please them; Dean typically initiated, reaching over and stroking the inside of his father's thigh from his seat at the wheel of the Impala, and John would pull over as soon as he could. Sam, meanwhile, would lean over his chair, nipping and suckling at his neck, and soon he would be at his ass doing very much the same thing, his father bent over for him while he sucked Dean off, cock deep inside his throat. Sam liked it more than Dean--the rimming--but Dean always liked to be first inside of his father, so he'd push Sam aside and pick up where he left off, Sammy moving to the spot his brother had just occupied. Once their father was thoroughly wet, his hole gleaming with their spit and open ever-so-slightly, Dean would thrust inside. Sam muffled his cries with his dick, waiting for his turn patiently, trying his hardest not to come while his father moaned around him.
Anonymous asked: Hannibal - Hannibal/Will - "Show me what you're capable of."
Hannibal sat across from him in his padded leather chair, a king in his throne room and Will, his servant--at least, that's what it felt like, crouched in the patient's seat, sweat gathering at his forehead--waiting for permission to move, to breathe.
"Show me what you are capable of, Will." It must have been a simple enough question, for he had come here wanting help with...something, it was hard to remember, now. Instead, he fell to his knees and crawled to Hannibal, eyes never leaving his face as he picked at his belt, his trousers, freeing his cock from them with some difficulty--God, it was bigger than he had expected, somehow. He took it into his mouth and felt Hannibal's body quiver, his hand moving to cradle his head, and Will felt safe there, felt accomplished as he demonstrated for Hannibal exactly what he could do. He worked his tongue and mouth carefully over the head, making sure not to scratch with his teeth, because if he did that, he was sure Hannibal would rise and show him the door, force him to go back out there where he wasn't even sure who he was any more.
Anonymous asked: Supernatural, Michiferabriel&Chuck!god, Chuck walks in on his kids getting dirty (BP if they notice but doesn’t stop)
Michael is on his back, papers and books scattered under his shoulders on the surface of the desk, sticking uncomfortably to his skin as he grips Gabriel’s hips just that much tighter and moans as he pumps up into him. This is Gabriel’s favorite position, and Lucifer’s too, for that matter – they both like watching Michael’s normally expressionless face blossom in his ecstasy, those full lips parting on every gasp and soft cry, brow creased, long lashes fluttering when he closes his eyes, everything open and on display as Gabriel moves, the smaller archangel stretched wide as both Michael and Lucifer fuck him.
This position also affords him the luxury of being the first to notice Chuck standing in the doorway to his office, openly staring, and by the low snicker and sudden press of teeth against the curve between his shoulder and neck, Gabriel’s sure Lucifer noticed too, but not Michael, and that’s fine; Michael would freeze up, humiliated, if he noticed. Chuck doesn’t look away, just stares at them, gape-mouthed, while Gabriel uses spit-slick fingers to stroke himself, moaning with his head tilted back against Lucifer’s chest. Chuck only stops staring at Gabriel and Lucifer to look down when Michael cants his head back and moans his name, surprising all three of them and bringing both of his younger brothers to shuddering climax.
Anonymous asked: Avengers x X-Men, Bruce Banner/Henry McCoy, kinks up to filler
Bruce pulled his glasses off and rubbed his palm down his face with the same hand, fingers curled tightly around the bow as he tried to comprehend what he was seeing... really to absorb the scene in front of him; he looked back at Hank, naked and fur-covered across his bed. Bruce was the Hulk and he’d come to terms with that finally -- truly, with Hank’s help both in and out of the lab -- but it still surprised him that he’d let himself fall in love with a half-man, half-beast genius that was volatile in his own right. Bruce had been alone for so long, building up walls between himself and everyone else for his own safety and theirs, that it still amazed him to find a willing (and fully aware of Bruce’s other side) man in his bed with his hand slowly moving on his cock in invitation. Pink skin stood out starkly against Hank’s fur, foreskin pushed up and then retracted with every leisurely stroke and claws careful as Hank jacked himself, and Bruce rubbed his eyes again like Hank would turn out to be a trick of his lonely mind.
“Hey,” Bruce said, voice gravelly and full of emotion and lust; he discarded his glasses on the side table and unzipped his pants, letting Hank’s long, smart tongue wrap around him in a confident invitation.
Anonymous asked: Spn, Lucifer/Gabriel + Michael: Luci fucks Gabe somewhere he knows Mike will see them just to piss their older brother off.
The first time Michael forced himself to keep walking past the open bedroom even when Gabriel’s deliberate, pornographic moans threatened to draw him back into their clutches. The second time he clenched his fists and teeth and watched without touching as Lucifer pulled Gabriel’s head back and sucked a livid mark upon his neck while he drove into him, Michael’s cock throbbing in time safely in his trousers.
Three, however, was one time too many, and Michael would not stand this intentional provocation of his jealousy. Lucifer had Gabe bent over Michael’s desk, atop his records of the Winchesters’ every move, generations of surveillance and they were defiling it right in his face with their lascivious looks in his direction, taunting him, angling to break him.
“That is enough,” Michael snarled, and both of them felt the thrust of his cock, both of them came in looping gouts of come upon his length before the night was through.
Anonymous asked: avengers, odin/laufey, rough hate sex, top!Odin
Odin had finally beaten his opponent down, and Laufey was on his knees in front of him, body bruised and bleeding but eyes undefeated, rebellious to the bitter end...but Odin was not finished with him yet. Wrestling Laufey onto his stomach he entered him, roughly and without ceremony, taking that which he had earned, and Laufey growled but did not fight, for he had something to gain from this. He thrust in and out, gripping Laufey's hips hard, his nails digging into the blue flesh there, while Laufey arched his hips back to meet them. It was horrible, really, for neither of them enjoyed it, but it was the way they had always done; the battle was not over until one had filled the other with their hot seed. Laufey flinched as Odin deed the deed, smirking as he thought of next time, when surely he would claim the great Father of Gods.
Anonymous asked: The Hobbit, NorixFili. Fili wanted to catch the thief, he didn't expect to get caught. (light bondage and teasing)
Fili knew the thief was hiding here somewhere--he saw the shadow duck into the smithy, heard the clinking of metal--and it was up to him to catch him; his Uncle Thorin had worked long hours that day, and he was already abed. Fili clenched his short sword in his hand, searching the dim forge for the intruder...and found no one.
"What are you doing sneaking about, little son of Durin?" A voice--it was Nori, one of his uncle's friends, he realized--purred into his ear, and he felt his breath on his skin.
"there was an intruder..." Nori pressed up behind Fili, his hardness nudging up against the back of his thigh, and he felt his own cock stirring.
"What makes you think, young Fili, that the intruder was not me?" Before Fili could answer, Nori had slid his hands into his breeches, his hands stroking and probing, and Fili's heroic quest long forgotten.