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Shikamaru calls Temari "princess" only on two occasions:
1. When he's irritated by her and wants to annoy her back.
2. When they're having sex.
(imagine Temari’s leaning forward against the wall, Shikamaru’s tugging her hair and pounding her doggy style from the back, calling and referring to her as “princess” repeatedly)
(and it turns her on like crazy, coz he likes to be all submissive and enslaved to her at first, before completely overpowering and dominating her)
Ok, I should stop. 🫠
here’s a thirst for ya: fucking a WR600 behind some large shrubs and bushes. You don’t even know how it happened. You and the garden android locked eyes with each other n gave each other THAT look...and now you’re trying to keep quiet as this cute android is fucking your brains out in a secluded garden. Perhaps you’ll meet again? 👀
HOO HERE WE GO THANK YOU, y’all k n o w how I feel about WR600s hnnn 🥵😩
You weren’t planning on even being there that night, having run out of something last minute and had to take a late night run to the store. You took a taxi since you didn’t fancy driving so late, and all of a sudden you’re making bedroom eyes with an android from behind a shrub.
It was like you met those hooded hazel eyes and your feet refused to keep walking, the wr600 seems to fluster as if he’d been caught. And the next moment he’s helping you crawl over the hedge and you’re toppling him over, arms around his neck and legs bracketing his hips. It was sudden but felt right as your lips met hungrily, hands pulling at one another’s clothes in a desperate attempt to feel skin.
Before your brain can catch up with the throbbing heat between your legs his cock is sinking into it and you’re sighing into his mouth; hands gripping his shoulders tightly as you bounce on him. There’s pollen and leaves being tousled everywhere it seems and you’re unsure if it’s in your lustful imagination as you feel him fill you again and again.
It feels like it’s been an eternity since you’ve had a dick in you, he’s practically churning your insides- but in the best way, he feels so perfect in you, and you make sure to tell him. Which seems to please him immensely, because he’s bucking into you even more enthusiastically.
You could feel his staticky moans against your tongue as his sturdy hips rose to meet your vigorous bouncing, white-plastic fingers squeezing at every bit of flesh he could reach. You clench your walls around his length and feel him seize, mesmerized by how reactive he is. It’s a different level of dirty, fucking an android nearly out in the open like this, bathed in moonlight. You don’t even know his name. But you become quite familiar with the lilt of his voice when he can bear to have his lips off yours. And god his eyes, so glossy and pretty, half-lidded as they analyze every curve of your body, even the slightly embarassing string of drool that slips from your bottom lip.
It feels like hours you roll around in that garden, and when you’re finally satisfied your clothes are being tugged back on and you’re giving him a goodbye/thank you kiss on the cheek.
You swear you see him everywhere after that.
This just in: Apparently a lot of people think I write good smut.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester
Additional Tags: Daddy Kink, Alternate Universe - Not Hunters, Size Difference, Age Difference, Twink Castiel, Barely Legal, SPN Kink Meme, Shameless Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Size Kink
Series: Part 1 of
Jailbait
Summary:
Dean knew he shouldn't. He didn't even know the kid's fucking name - but all he wanted was that taut little body on the end of his cock.
(Written for a prompt on livejournal: "Cas (18 to early twenties) and Dean (in his late 30s) doing the do. I would like emphasis on the difference in size and age between them, and Castiel accidentally calling Dean "daddy")
So I know I haven't been updating my stories lately, but I've been in a bit of a slump.
But I did write four pages of Malec smut if that makes up for it.
Don't show your parents this Quote:
"Fu-fu-fuck!" Magnus yelled, gasping in shock as Alec's hips slapped against his ass. His shoulder blades ached, but they had nothing on the pleasure burning in his stomach. "Slo-slow down!" Magnus shook his head as Alec grabbed onto his cock, “Alexander!” He keened when Alec worked his erection, throwing his head back. “Alec!” Magnus shouted, his voice cracking as he came. He drew in a ragged breath, digging his nails into Alec's shoulders when the Shadowhunter kept on thrusting away. Magnus hissed when the Nephilim hit his prostate, his entire body rocking in pleasure. A low chuckle against his collarbone caused Magnus to look down at Alec, and he bit his lip when Alec flashed him an evil grin.
Mindless Mooseley smut. Post-finale.
"C'mon, Moose," Crowley says in a rough voice that's been raw from the near hour of foreplay involved in Sam cuffing him to the ground, drawing the devil's trap (even though Crowley was barely demon enough for it to make a different, though it still was vaguely kinky enough that Crowley could roll with it) and putting the collar back on. Crowley was on edge ever since Sam had gone down to the dungeon with the pretense of giving him food (as he'd supposedly told Dean and Cas) and had instead told him, no, scratch that, ordered him onto the chair. Since he and Sam had been playing this little game behind closed doors, which had started since Crowley kept making snarky comments to Sam whilst he was playing reasonably human with the others, to get him angry with him, and had pulled him in for a rough kiss that had answered all of Sam's questions and relieved all his suspicions and had him begging for more, Crowley knew how the game was played.
"Don't keep me waiting, Moosie," Crowley drawls, and this is answered by a cuff to his jaw, which leaves him stinging. His humanity's there, and he's been taken to a private confessional booth and confessing for approximately three hours a day, which has brought down the guilt levels somewhat, enough for him to actually still be himself, the snarky git who likes bragging about the size of his prick, even if he's only got witchy mojo now. Mojo enough to heal himself up after these little sessions.
"Shut up when I'm talking to you," Sam hisses, going to punch him again, but Crowley takes his hand roughly and bites down hard on the old scar where he'd bitten him months ago. Instead of gasping in pain and wrenching away in shock though, Sam's eyes roll in the back of his head and he moans deeply, legs buckling a little before breaking away. He brings the blood to his lips, smearing them messily before kissing Crowley with fiery passion that's leaving them both aching for more.
"Need your dick in me," Sam utters out against Crowley's lips, and Crowley gasps, a feather-light shuddering little thing that's several octaves above what he'd be capable of as a demon. Hearing these new noises do something to Sam, they always do, and the son of a bitch knows it. Licking over Sam's lips, Crowley bites on the lower one with a devilish smirk, his human eyes glittering.
"Bet you're glad you chained me up, Sammy," he purrs like a kitten, and Sam makes an odd growling noise, pushing down Crowley's jeans, and it's weird seeing Crowley in casual jeans but Crowley's only half compromising, wearing the top half of a suit on top, similar to the one he used to wear, but it's not the same, he's often complained. Swearing impatiently, Crowley decides to help Sam out with a muttered incantation, and Crowley speaking a different language does something to Sam, it really does.
"That's it, come to daddy," Crowley toys with him some more and Sam gives him a withering look with too much heat in it to mean hatred, before complying, taking most of Crowley into his mouth, hot wet heat already pulsating needily. Crowley lets out a deep sigh, threading his fingers easily into Sam's hair and letting him do his work. He's never felt so fucking relaxed, their first time had been awkward and messy, too fast and too quiet, had to keep quiet, didn't want anyone hearing. But since Crowley casually invoked an incantation some ways back to make the walls soundproof, they could be as loud as they wanted, as long as Sam locked the door.
"S-Sam," Crowley stutters out, a whiny, needy little noise that's playing directly in the humanity cards and Sam's humming, the little bastard, and Crowley's taught him well, too well, perhaps, although he's far from complaining. A flick of the tongue on the underside, withdrawing enough to kiss and suck on the head before taking him in as deep as his throat'll allow, and Sam hasn't fully mastered deep throating yet but every now and then he'll give Crowley a little taste of how good he's really getting at it until it'll be too much and he'll have to go back to sucking on the head.
"Damnit, Sam," Crowley hisses, a litany of curses spilling out of his mouth in five different languages, three of which Sam understands but all of which make his flesh crawl with the need to have Crowley in him. But he breaks away just as Crowley thinks he's going to come right there and there and smirks at the demon, getting to his feet.
"Oh.. oh you little bastard," Crowley says, voice raw enough that you'd think he was the one having his mouth fucked. Hm, maybe next time, he adds hopefully. Sam's chuckling now, giving Crowley a rough kiss, before helping him do up his pants again.
"Don't come," he hisses in Crowley's ear, "I'm going to keep you chained up. Enjoy your fucking dinner."
And as he walks upstairs and Crowley shakily picks up the plate of food with the thankfully greaseless hamburger on it, Crowley takes a bite and sighs, feeling the tense strings of need keeping him tightly wound up on the inside. But he's played this game before, knows that in the end the rewards will be well worth it.
And hours later, when Sam sneaks down to the dungeon to slam Crowley against the wall, lift his legs up and fuck him mercilessly whilst kissing him soft enough to whisper positively filthy promises about what he's going to do to him next time, Crowley's definitely reaping the rewards, and enjoying the positives of humanity. It made the orgasms more pleasurable. And nobody said that humans couldn't sin.
For the anon, and anybody else who's interested in reading. :D
Mick stood with his arms crossed and an enticing look. “You think you can do better, David? Prove it.” Seizing Mick by the shoulders, he pulled him close and shoved them into the wall. A frenzy of hands went everywhere, touching, feeling, and grasping every contour that they could. David dragged Mick across the wall and shoved him into a corner, grinding his hips into the older man. “Do you like being the rag doll now? Is it still fun for you?” Mick grasped the back of David’s head and pulled it towards him. “More fun than you could ever know.” Their mouths connected and each fought for entry. David held Mick’s chin to keep him from moving and he made a sound of disapproval. David just smiled and speared Mick’s mouth once more, gently biting on his lips. Mick took the time to reach down and start unbuttoning David’s shirt and delved in, feeling the contours of his slim chest. The contact of his cool hands brought a hiss from David. He finally released his hold on Mick’s mouth only to move down his neck, gently biting every so often. Getting to the crook of the neck, he starts biting harder, leaving marks on the man. Mick’s hands clenched David’s chest he continued to bite and suck on his neck. “Where was this enthusiasm 10 years ago, Davey?” David didn’t answer but shook out of his unbuttoned shirt and began attacking Mick’s. When he began fumbling with the buttons, he grew frustrated and just tore open the shirt with a satisfactory growl. Mick gasped but was quickly hushed as David ground himself into Mick again and captured his mouth. David could feel Mick’s hardened member against him and he ground himself even harder into it. He could feel Mick’s hands on him again, feeling and gasping each time he ground into him. David instantly stilled though when he felt Mick’s hand suddenly delve into his pants and gently grab hold of his hardened member. Mick rubbed his thumb back and forth over the head of David’s manhood while gently squeezing his hardened shaft every so often. David dropped his head down and started moaning into Mick’s neck as he Mick made faster of his ministrations. Mick could feel the head leaking precum and inwardly smiled. Finally David grew tired of the foreplay and he grabbed hold of Mick’s wrist and yanked it out. Mick licked his fingers before shaking his head approval. David began fumbling with his pants as he tried in vain to take them off. He looked up to see Mick had already shimmied out of his pants and bent down to help David. He slowly unzipped his pants and David shivered, feeling the cold air nip his thighs while Mick’s warm pants were on his sex. Totally nude, David yanked Mick back up to him and their bodies connected once more. Their contours seem to match and meld with each other as Mick took his turn to mark David’s neck. When David could stand no more, he spun Mick around and shoved him back against the wall. He stuck a couple fingers in his mouth and brought them down to his member. Mixing his saliva with his precome, he lubricated his member to provide as little pain as he could when he enter Mick. Before he did so, he noticed Mick was tense. He put his hands on Mick’s shoulders and started rubbing softly. When David felt him relax, he took that as a sign and slowly started pressing into him. Inch by inch the heat enveloped him and David’s mismatched eyes rolled to the back of his head. He was soon buried deep within Mick and he could hear him groaning happily. David started to increase his movements as he leaned against Mick. David pushed a few strands of hair away from the singer’s face to see he was in complete bliss. David soon felt himself reaching the brink of pleasure. Not wanting to experience it alone, he reached around and grabbed a hold of Mick’s hardened member and started massaging it. Mick’s held fell back as his body started to shudder, feeling the brink of their ecstasy hit them like a freight train. With a simultaneous groan, both men came at the same time, no doubt seeing stars at the force of it. They slumped down to the ground and took in the afterglow. It was minutes later that David finally pulled himself out and laid against the wall. Mick rose sluggishly and laid on the wall next to him. He took several breaths. “*pant* *pant* You win this time Davey, you won’t next time…” Before David could dish out a reply, he realized the older man had suddenly leaned on him and was fast asleep. David smirked, “so much for that everlasting energy.” He reached over and grabbed his trench coat and draped it over the both of them and leaned against Mick and within minutes, glimmer and glam were fast asleep. Just below the coat, they clasped hands, settling into the sweet passion that hovered around them…
