#trebeka

[weirdlet]

wip ask: scent?

One thing she won’t do- is condemn someone on shoddy paperwork, no matter how strong her gut feeling is, how strong the scent of the trail.

[neutralchaos1]

Professor J RR Rollins had no idea that the Rhodes scholarship student would be dressed that way.

Who knew that the twink he picked up the other day would wind up being the bane of his existence. He’s pretty sure that shirts like that are against school regulations. If it isn’t it should be because seeing Brock Rumlow saunter into his class wearing a tight black crop top that showed off his abs like that, is not doing Jack any favours.  Neither are the ripped skinny jeans. ‘he’s my student’ Jack yells at himself internally as he watches Brock throw himself into a chair like he’s not trying ruin Jack’s life.

Send me the first line and I’ll write the next five

[mollynoble]

trebeka replied to your photo

That's 40 - stay in the shade and cool. Drink water

skylarkevanson replied to your photo

Oh god that looks bad. Hope it cools down soon for you!!

fear not friends! I Hate the heat but am used to it. it will not cool down anytime soon but I am Captain Hydrate. in fact i annoy my family and coworkers with how often i remind everyone to drink water:p

[neutralchaos1]

Art request - Brock Rumlow dressed as a (modern) sheriff/police Jack Rollins dressed for camping/outdoors, or enough of the clothes to indicate the styles? Please?

Okay, so I’m (not) sorry but Jack looks more like he’s a model than anything… 

[weirdlet]

trebeka replied to your post: I want to get all of the shaping done today and...

I think you can do anything!!!

omg thank you

[carpecerevisiam]

Do you know lots about merfolk/selkies?

I actually don’t. I had an idea for an original story featuring a kelpie many moons ago, and tonight my beer-addled brain assumed, for some reason, that kelpies and selkies are the same thing(!)

I used to be (and probably still am, deep down) very interested in mythology, and the stories that become possible when the mythological world meets with ours. For instance, Wikipedia included the following:

“Peter Kagan and the Wind by Gordon Bok tells of the fisherman Kagan who married a seal-woman. Against his wife’s wishes he set sail dangerously late in the year, and was trapped battling a terrible storm, unable to return home. His wife shifted to her seal form and saved him, even though this meant she could never return to her human body and hence her happy home.”

Sacrificing your own happiness for a loved one? Having the loved one be so close and yet unable to touch them? Heartbreak on both sides? 

Oh, go on then. 

[sian22redux]

I am a homosapiens, purples/reds/blues/cream, hydra husbands,mint choc chip, i have had them and I want one again, some day, or a puppy.

Grin.    you, darling, are an awesome example of homo sapiens.  And mint chocolate chip is the best!!!    Excellent taste.. in ships and dessert…or is that dessert and dessert?  

[neutralchaos1]

For the fanfic thing... 15!!! And HH, of course.

I’m so sorry that this took so long. Since 2 of you asked for this one I decided to take a little longer on it ( also I changed my mind on what direction to take this like 6 times for this) So @trebeka this one is for you as well :)  The rest under the cut because it’s a bit longer than the other one 

Brock peeked through the door of the bar he’d been sent to, wondering for a few moments if he was even in the right place, as he scanned what could generously be called the crowd and settled on a broad back he’d recognise anywhere, clad in a trench coat and hunched over the bar. Swallowing down his excitement, Brock wandered over and settled down beside him.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

Jack - and holy fuck, did he look amazing when he wasn’t all neat as a pin - turned and gave Brock a look of almost honest surprise. Dammit, Brock always forgot how good he could be at this.

“Why would I want a drink from you?”

Fuck, you could drown in that accent. Brock shifted in place -not squirmed for fucks sakes, real men don’t fucking squirm- with Jack’s one hundred percent attention.

“Make it worth your while. Promise.”

That had come out a lot less confidently than he wanted. Jack was pretty obviously in charge this time, and Brock was the one chasing him. Of course, he knew Jack would fucking give in, but, holy crap, he was all for this hard-to-get thing.

Jack looked him up and down, as though he could see through his clothes, and then, after a pause, nodded.

“Sure, why the fuck not. You can buy me a drink.”

Brock moaned lowly as he was pushed against the brick wall in the alley beside the bar. Jack had him trapped against it, his whole weight keeping him in place.

“Ready to fucking make it worth my while?” Jack growled low in his ear. He smelled of smoke and whiskey and oil and just fucking pure Jack, and Brock’s head was already swimming when he nodded eagerly.

“Good,” Jack purred. “You know what I want?” He stroked a finger along the collar of Brock’s shirt.

“Nope, you gonna tell me?” Brock gasped. He honestly couldn’t have thought about it, since all the fucking blood in his body decided to run straight down into his dick.

“I want you to get on your fucking knees and suck my cock,” Jack whispered, blowing away the hair over Brock’s ear. It took Brock a few moments to comprehend the words, too busy enjoying Jack’s voice to really pay attention. When he did, though, he dropped straight to his knees and started fumbling with Jack’s belt. Jack, however remained passive, bracing himself against the wall in front of him so that his open coat practically hid Brock from any prying eyes that might be lurking around.

There was something absolutely fucking amazing about Jack managing to somehow be a fucking gentleman right after demanding a blowjob.

Brock made a little cry of triumph when he finally managed to free Jack’s cock from his pants - no underwear, how the fuck did he get this fucking lucky? - and took a moment to appreciate the whole picture of this. Jack could so easily be a stranger, rough and uncaring and just a quick fuck in an alleyway.

Roleplay was fun. They were definitely doing it more often.

Brock leaned forward and mouthed along Jack’s cock, pressing wet kisses all along the underside, sucking the head in when he got there. No point in teasing, this was about getting off, quick and anonymous. Also Jack was not in the fucking mood for teasing, if the way he’d dropped one hand to grip Brock’s hair meant anything. He did even say a word as he rocked his hips forward, forcing Brock to take more in, but it didn’t matter, because this was exactly what he wanted and it was so fucking good.

“Good little cocksucker,” Jack murmured, breathless and low and with just the faintest hint of affection.

Brock sucked harder,unnecessarily happy for the praise and wanting more of it. He got it in the form of Jack moaning a bit louder and him rocking his hips into him, moving on to fucking his mouth slowly but steadily until all Brock could do was let his jaw go slack and breathe between thrusts.

Jack gripped Brock’s hair as he came down his throat, tugging hard enough to make his eyes water. A bang from the other end of alley startled both men into complete alertness, Jack pulled Brock back up by hooking his arms underneath his armpits, and ducking behind a nearby dumpster.

“Shhh, they’ll hear us.” Jack whispered as Brock let out a frustrated groan his own dick still hard enough to hammer fucking nails. He was going to fucking kill whoever the fuck couldn’t wait 2 more fucking minutes, so Brock could finish. Jack’s hand came up and covered Brock’s mouth completely. Brows furrowing with confusion, Brock glared up him for a moment before he realised why Jack had shushed him initially. Jack’s hand was buried in his pants and stroking Brock quickly.  Fuck. This man was going to be the death of Brock and Brock was very okay with that.

I hope you enjoyed it ;)