Crowley ran her hand over Gabriel’s reddened ass and smiled when she saw him wince; Gabriel had laughed when he had seen the demon’s new vessel—“Hail the Queen of Hell!”—and he had paid for that mistake, but now…now he had to bring Gabriel back, remind him that this was his place. She placed the dildo in the harness around her hips and lubed it up slowly, using her other hand to tease the angel’s hole, spreading and scissoring it with long fingers, nails clipped carefully. “Now, Gabriel, do you understand why I was so upset with you? I don’t appreciate rude jokes.”
“Ahh…y-yes sir—ma’am—unhh…” Gabriel ground out as Crowley bumped against his prostate with her roaming fingers.
“Oh, please. Just call me Master.” She grinned and pushed the head of the dildo inside of the angel and he cried out, partly in pain and partly in pure bliss. Crowley could still feel the subtle twitches of Gabriel’s body, his ragged breaths, the hum of his groans and gasps, and she thought that she almost didn’t miss having a cock of her own—almost.
“Oh, no,” Steve says as he feels the fingers on his ass suddenly expand and widen. Thor draws back from the kiss and stares at the mouth he’s just been exploring as it grows, along with the rest of Bruce; the god stands frozen for a moment, unsure whether to react by going battle-ready or attempting to soothe Bruce down to his normal size.
Speaking of normal size, the Hulk has a Hulk-sized erection and it’s rather impressive.
Steve cries out as the still-slick, if somewhat larger, fingers caress his hole; when one darts in he gasps and starts babbling, begging for more. Thor watches for a surprised moment and then shrugs and curls both hands around the Hulk’s cock; he can’t help but smile when he hears a voice in his ear rumble, “Hulk like.”
There’s not much that Gabriel and Lucifer agree on, much less that shey share, but Chuck is a rare exception. They find nothing wrong with cradling and kissing him in turn, turning him this way and that so they can both get a chance to run their hands over his body, kiss his neck and shoulders, work their fingers into him to open him up. At last they’re satisfied with the kissing and touching, and are ready to move on, and that’s when Chuck shudders hard and spreads out on the bed, ass angled upward and thighs trembling with exertion and want. They work into him together, Gabriel sliding under him to take him from below, Lucifer holding his hips from above and groaning as he finds his way into that tight, fire-hot space. Body to body to body, they sweat and pant together, not just Chuck but all three of them full — with sensation and — for once — selfless enjoyment of sharing.
“Scott, you don’t have to,” Derek says, but Scott is already kneeling on the floor, pushing his way between Derek’s legs and nuzzling his thigh, sending a shock of sharp heat up Derek’s spine.
“You deserve this,” Scott says, and the words land on Derek like a weight. He’s never thought he deserved anything — he’s just taken, like the flawed person he is — and he doesn’t know how to react to someone telling him otherwise.
But Scott’s lips on his cock, now that he knows how to react to… or his body knows, without him. He groans, resists the temptation to grab Scott’s hair and yank him in further, and leans back against the chair, letting sensation wash over him, allowing himself for once the luxury of being thanked.
If you’d like to fill any of these prompts, submit them here.
- Anonymous asked: les mis, enjolras/combeferre/courfeyrac, courfeyrac and combeferre have been together for a while and enjolras sometimes joins them for sex.
- Anonymous asked: Rise of the Guardians, Pitchiner/Pitch, Pitchiner using Pitch like a sex toy, dubcon maybe? Aaaaaaaaaaall the frottage :D
- Anonymous asked: Supernatural, Chuck Shurley/Joshua (the angel), Chuck worships Joshua’s giant prick
- Anonymous asked: Supernatural, Chuck/Lucifer, mating, Chuck’s not your typical alpha, but then Lucifer isn’t your typical omega either, bottom!Luce likes to top from the bottom
- Anonymous asked: Avengers, Bruce Banner/Steve Rogers, Steve loves nothing more than seeing Bruce fucked out, all blissful and pliant, with come leaking from his ass
“You wanted to rehearse?” Rob says, because that’s what Jared and Jensen said they wanted to stay and do, even after everyone else abandoned set for craft services and lunch. But he knows different; the truth is written in their eyes, has been since they started working on this scene early this morning, and Rob can’t say he objects to the predatory intention written there.
They feel him up, rub their hands all over him, under the thin white shirt and the flimsy boxers, and when Jared’s mouth meets his it’s all dangerous heat flooding his system; Rob moans, and Jensen cups his ass, grinding his erection there until Rob’s gasping for more than the clothes-on contact they’ve managed so far. And the Js oblige, pulling down those boxers and wetting him up with spit and some lotion Jensen pulls out of seemingly nowhere; the whole thing’s a blur and Rob can’t keep track of the details, but somehow he’s slick and open and ready, moaning like a whore for the two of them as mere yards away, a whole set ful of people innocently eat their lunch and don’t notice a thing.
Rob grabs the couch and holds on for dear life as Jared fucks him for a few minutes, then pulls out so Jensen can have a turn; between the two of them and their thick cocks, just differently angled, he’s moaning and crying out, trying to keep from coming all over the costume as one by one they empty into him, then rub his back and kiss each other, reveling in the game they like to play together and in their newly discovered playmate.
He was torn asunder with the precise thrusts of Bruce’s substantial cock, driving into him again and again until Odin felt as though he’d reached the end of reality with naught but shreds of his sanity remaining. Bruce tensed, teeth gritted and brow furrowed as his cock pulsed, sending his seed to fill Odin’s hole. There was something beautiful in this struggle to both lose control and keep it — Bruce’s cheeks were flushing and his eyes were glassy with exertion as he arched — that Odin almost forgot about the edge of ecstasy that he’d been treading. But Bruce, it seemed had not forgotten, forcing his weakened body lower and lower until his pillowed lips pressed against Odin’s slack and wet hole. He watched his come seep forth, tearing his eyes away only to glance up to Odin with a smile before he thrust his tongue deep from where his cock had been only moments before.
Once they figured out it was a dream (“I dreamed there was an actor who played me” “I am an actor who plays you” “Oh, cool…”) it wasn’t too long before Chuck just blurted out, “So… wanna fuck?” Dreams have that effect on your tact and sense of propriety, and maybe it was the dream state too that made Rob shrug and say, “Sure, why not?”
Dream or no, cut to the chase and they’re wrapped around each other, all skinny legs and arms and frantic mouths landing on each other’s skin like blizzards. Rob’s easygoing and lithe where Chuck is tense and gangly, and he keeps gasping, muttering things about how he’s so glad he gave Chuck some sexual prowess when he was imagining his character.
As for Chuck, he just knows the cock riding against his is hard, and so is the press of Rob’s lips, and he’s in the best dream of his life… doesn’t much matter whose it is.
Athelstan had no way to describe the things they were doing to his skin — to his very essence — but it made him want to laugh and to cry in equal measures. Lagertha knelt before him as to pray, but her eyes held the devil’s work and her fingers pulled away his tunic and trousers as if they were no more than the smoke of cedar. The heady scent of her met Athelstan’s nose as Ragnar mounted her from behind, every slow thrust pushing her full lips against his quivering body until he whimpered for it. He didn’t yet know how to ask for this thing — for this coupling that made him love God more and forsake him in every ragged breath — but he needed more of it. Ragnar’s half smile broadened to full with Athelstan’s groan of pleasure and his delirious giggle as hot and cold ran across him, glorious sensation in waves of golden, blinding joy that tied him forever to these two people.