gorlassar:

Annnnd rejects…just like last time.

So some of these borderline weird and ridiculous and chuckle worthy…and then some that got put aside just because I liked a different idea/angle/position. Didn’t bother with numbers this time.

…I am now officially knackered and due for about a weeks worth of  hibernation I think o_0

Ohhhhhhhh jeeeeeesus… I’ll be in my bunk. 

dirkbot:

things they don’t show you in porn:

  • elbowing each other in the face
  • leg cramps
  • queefing
  • accidentally pulling each other’s hair
  • ass pubes

things they also don’t show in porn:

  • sleepy morning sex
  • mutual giggle fits over awkward situations
  • sex fading into cuddles fading into sex and back into cuddles
  • your lover’s o face

so don’t ever compare yourself to porn thank you

trufax  porn  
Mistress, could I poke you for some hot filthy sloppy TFL Valentines goodness? If not, that's ok, I just wanted to see if maybe >.>
- Anonymous

Well shit, this kinda took off. Here, have a human au where I imagine the two pairs of brothers found each other on craigslist or something. Kinky fuckers, gotta love ‘em. (Completely unbetaed, forgive any typos. I was excited, these things happen.)

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“See,” Sam said, his voice far too composed for someone in the middle of sex. “This is how he likes it.”

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Have my explicit slash virginity - hope it’ll cheer you up!

Sam has no idea how he ended up here. One minute he was filing this week’s final paperwork for his cases, the next he was underneath his admittedly gorgeous boss making out like it is going out of style.

“You think too much, Winchester. Just go with it.” Gabriel nips at his neck and Sam cannot hold back an audible gasp.

Gabriel pulls back and smirks at him. “That’s more like it, Sammy.”

San cannot help but smile back at Gabriel, and he lets his hands wander, smoothing over the warm planes of Gabriel’s back. Gabriel’s hands find the buttons on Sam’s shirt, and soon both of them are half naked.

Sam’s patience is wearing thin, so he grabs Gabriel and lifts him onto his own desk. Papers, case files and pencils all land on the floor as Sam struggles with one hand to open Gabriel’s fly, and uses his other to keep Gabriel in place by holding onto his rear.

Gabriel works a lot faster. He kisses Sam like he cannot get enough, and opens Sam’s pant in what feels like seconds. Gabriel’s patience seems to be wearing as thin as Sam’s, because as soon as he has loosened Sam’s pants, he shucks down both the pants and Sam’s underwear. Sam cannot help but moan as his member meets the cold air in Gabriel’s office.

Gabriel grabs him, and starts stroking in fast strokes that has Sam on the edge in second. His tries to get Gabriel’s pants off get more frantic, and when he finally manages, he manhandles Gabriel by lifting him off of the desk. He quickly rids Gabriel of both his pants and his boxers, and now they’re both gloriously naked.

Sam moves to stand between Gabriel’s spread legs and Gabriel arches against him, creating the most delicious friction Sam has ever felt. They move against each other for a while, moaning and panting, before Sam pulls back from Gabriel’s delectable mouth and starts kissing his way down his neck, and then all the way down across his stomach.

Gabriel’s moans and pants intensify when Sam gets closer to his dick. When Sam takes the head into his mouth, he does not expect the loud keening sound that Gabriel lets out. It makes Sam’s blood boil and he grabs himself and strokes in time with his movements.

Gabriel tenses and gasps; and he is beautiful. Sweat is gathering on his chest and his brow and his body goes even tenser than before. He tries to speak and his hands grab Sam’s hair as he tries to pull him off. Sam just sucks harder and Gabriel’s body goes taut as he releases into Sam’s mouth.

Sam cannot hold back his own climax at the sight of Gabriel coming undone and he paints the office floor with his release. Gabriel slides down from the desk with a tired giggle. Then he kisses Sam gently on the nose.

“Sammy. You’re coming home with me so we can do that again. Preferably on a bed next time.”

Sam just laughs, hugs Gabriel and nods his agreement into Gabriel’s sweaty shoulder. 

FOR ME?!?! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

(Keep writing smut, you have great potential!)

lielabell:

alltruthwaitsinallthings:

#oh goddamn #barely 18 year old derek hale sucking dick for the first time #and loving every fucking minute of it #rubbing it on his cheek and all over his tongue #groaning at the taste and smell #basically i need young cock slut derek hale ok (x)

I NEED FIC FOR THIS. I NEED IT TO LIVE

After everything; Kate, the fire, the loss, it takes a long time for Derek’s mind to stop connecting arousal with misery. But he’s a healthy young man, and despite everything he eventually does start feeling the urge to connect again. Though he stays away from women. Not all of them remind him of Kate, but all it takes is the right fall of light across a full breast and he’s right back in his hellhole of guilt and it just doesn’t seem fair for Derek to bring his massive issues to the table for a one-night stand. Because he might be ready for sex, but relationships? That is a whole other ball of wax.
So he looks at men. Boys, really, since he’s hardly even a man himself at just 18. Before… everything… Derek would probably never have looked at men twice. Maybe if the exact right one came by, sure. But he’d definitely never go out of his way. But he does now, feeling the itch under his skin and finding women too much of a risk. He looks at broad shoulders, strong forearms dusted heavily with hair, heavy jaws and slim hips. And he likes what he sees. Enough, at least, to feel confident that what they have to offer will satisfy his needs.
But he has no idea, when he finally takes the leap, just how much he’ll like it. 
The guy is about Derek’s size, skin a few shades paler, hair fairer and voice deeper. All in all he’s unremarkable, but he smells good and that’s all Derek really needs. He’s never done any of it before, but he knows he’s a quick study and judging from the way the guy had pretty much eye-fucked him from the first moment, Derek has no doubt he can be forgiven for a few newbie mistakes just from being there.
So Derek doesn’t hesitate as the door to the guy’s apartment slams shut behind them. He slips to his knees and smoothly unzips the generic jeans, smugly satisfied with the grunt of surprise from above. The guy’s cock is smooth and hot in Derek’s hand, the feel of it so much like Derek’s own that there’s nothing new there. But the smell… holy fuck, the smell. The guy had smelled nice already in the club, scent dulled by smoke, alcohol and throngs of sweaty humans. But here, right in front of his face, erect and leaking, Derek can’t think of anything that ever smelled better than this total stranger’s dick.
He let’s himself lean in for a deep whiff, letting his hand carefully stroke the length, getting to know how it feels being on this side of it. He pushes his face into the open V of the jeans, breathes in deeply, nuzzling through the soft hairs and gently bumping the warm sack with his nose. The guy is obviously in favor of this, so Derek keeps on going, committing the smell to memory before darting out his tongue to taste the skin. The guy groans loudly at the feeling of Derek’s tongue taking a broad swipe of the crease between groin and thigh, and his whole body shudders when Derek slowly licks inwards, carefully tasting everything before finally reaching his goal.
He licks from root to tip, dizzy with how the taste explodes on his tongue, the scent thick in his nostrils, and by the time he reaches the mushroom shaped head, liberally dripping pre-come, Derek is whimpering with need and dives down on it like a starving man.
Whatever it felt like in his hand, there is no comparing to how it feels in his mouth. Like lightning wrapped in silk, hard like steel but still malleable, shaping itself to fit inside him like a living key to a soft lock. He’s ruined forever, because there’s no going back from this. Nothing can ever compare.
It’s not perfect. He nicks once or twice with his teeth before getting the hang of it and the first bitter spurt of come has him gagging. But as expected the guy is perfectly happy with his efforts, and gladly lets Derek go to town on him again and again. Derek had assumed that this would be the night where he tried everything, but he can’t seem to tear himself away from the man’s groin. He’s addicted, and he almost forgets why he was even doing this, so absorbed with devouring this new glorious experience that he almost forgets to get himself off.
He’s openly disappointed when it becomes clear that no amount of skill or willpower will make it hard again for a fourth time, but the guy just chuckles and lets Derek press his face against the soft length and breathe deep as he frantically jerks himself off.

lielabell:

alltruthwaitsinallthings:

      (x)

I NEED FIC FOR THIS. I NEED IT TO LIVE

After everything; Kate, the fire, the loss, it takes a long time for Derek’s mind to stop connecting arousal with misery. But he’s a healthy young man, and despite everything he eventually does start feeling the urge to connect again. Though he stays away from women. Not all of them remind him of Kate, but all it takes is the right fall of light across a full breast and he’s right back in his hellhole of guilt and it just doesn’t seem fair for Derek to bring his massive issues to the table for a one-night stand. Because he might be ready for sex, but relationships? That is a whole other ball of wax.

So he looks at men. Boys, really, since he’s hardly even a man himself at just 18. Before… everything… Derek would probably never have looked at men twice. Maybe if the exact right one came by, sure. But he’d definitely never go out of his way. But he does now, feeling the itch under his skin and finding women too much of a risk. He looks at broad shoulders, strong forearms dusted heavily with hair, heavy jaws and slim hips. And he likes what he sees. Enough, at least, to feel confident that what they have to offer will satisfy his needs.

But he has no idea, when he finally takes the leap, just how much he’ll like it. 

The guy is about Derek’s size, skin a few shades paler, hair fairer and voice deeper. All in all he’s unremarkable, but he smells good and that’s all Derek really needs. He’s never done any of it before, but he knows he’s a quick study and judging from the way the guy had pretty much eye-fucked him from the first moment, Derek has no doubt he can be forgiven for a few newbie mistakes just from being there.

So Derek doesn’t hesitate as the door to the guy’s apartment slams shut behind them. He slips to his knees and smoothly unzips the generic jeans, smugly satisfied with the grunt of surprise from above. The guy’s cock is smooth and hot in Derek’s hand, the feel of it so much like Derek’s own that there’s nothing new there. But the smell… holy fuck, the smell. The guy had smelled nice already in the club, scent dulled by smoke, alcohol and throngs of sweaty humans. But here, right in front of his face, erect and leaking, Derek can’t think of anything that ever smelled better than this total stranger’s dick.

He let’s himself lean in for a deep whiff, letting his hand carefully stroke the length, getting to know how it feels being on this side of it. He pushes his face into the open V of the jeans, breathes in deeply, nuzzling through the soft hairs and gently bumping the warm sack with his nose. The guy is obviously in favor of this, so Derek keeps on going, committing the smell to memory before darting out his tongue to taste the skin. The guy groans loudly at the feeling of Derek’s tongue taking a broad swipe of the crease between groin and thigh, and his whole body shudders when Derek slowly licks inwards, carefully tasting everything before finally reaching his goal.

He licks from root to tip, dizzy with how the taste explodes on his tongue, the scent thick in his nostrils, and by the time he reaches the mushroom shaped head, liberally dripping pre-come, Derek is whimpering with need and dives down on it like a starving man.

Whatever it felt like in his hand, there is no comparing to how it feels in his mouth. Like lightning wrapped in silk, hard like steel but still malleable, shaping itself to fit inside him like a living key to a soft lock. He’s ruined forever, because there’s no going back from this. Nothing can ever compare.

It’s not perfect. He nicks once or twice with his teeth before getting the hang of it and the first bitter spurt of come has him gagging. But as expected the guy is perfectly happy with his efforts, and gladly lets Derek go to town on him again and again. Derek had assumed that this would be the night where he tried everything, but he can’t seem to tear himself away from the man’s groin. He’s addicted, and he almost forgets why he was even doing this, so absorbed with devouring this new glorious experience that he almost forgets to get himself off.

He’s openly disappointed when it becomes clear that no amount of skill or willpower will make it hard again for a fourth time, but the guy just chuckles and lets Derek press his face against the soft length and breathe deep as he frantically jerks himself off.

So kat wanted porn…

[10:58:09 AM] Katten: write me some porn

[10:58:12 AM] Katten: with garters

[10:58:13 AM] Ladydrace: Hehe, I’ll try

[10:58:16 AM] Ladydrace: Which pairing?

[10:58:18 AM] Katten: and stockings

[10:58:24 AM] Katten: and pink panties

[10:58:34 AM] Katten: and sam or dean wearing them

[10:58:40 AM] Katten: either or i dont mind

[10:58:46 AM] Ladydrace: Ships optional?

[10:58:51 AM] Katten: yep

[10:58:55 AM] Ladydrace: ok then

(It’s fade to black, I’m so sorry! I am the biggest fucking tease, I know.)

(Read on AO3)

“Fuck, Sam you look… “ Gabriel’s voice cracked, and he had to swallow what felt like a fist-sized ball of cotton before he could go on. “What did I do? No, seriously, what kind of world-changing good deed did I pull off to deserve this?”

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Why is it so hard to understand that what you like in porn isn’t necessarily what you would like in bed? “You’re watching a rape scene? Sure, I’ll rape you. You want it, right?!”

Yeah. Just like I want to be strangled with my own intestines because I watch horror movies.