“I did not like the way that human was looking at you,” Lucifer mutters as he works off Michael’s shirt and lays him down on the bed, scowling the whole time.
And Michael doesn’t understand — “the one I was speaking to?” he says, all innocent confusion, and it just fires Lucifer up more, makes him angrier and more turned on all at once.
“Never forget,” he murmurs into Michael’s chest, “you’re mine—” and he licks at one nipple until Michael’s arching and crying out, the heat of his erection strong against Lucifer’s stomach.
“Yes,” Michael whispers, trembling, but Lucifer won’t enter him until he says the word “Yours.”
And when he does, Michael repeats it — “yours, yours” — and the word echoes around the room like the chant of a spell, binding them together, sending fire through Lucifer’s blood as he thrusts into Michael as though it could seal them together forever.
Nothing excites Michael more than the image of Lucifer swollen with his fledglings, and it’s that thought that drives Michael onward as he bears into Lucifer, holding him down on the bed with strong arms.
Lucifer knows it, and Lucifer eggs him on, hissing in his ear as his hands travel over the curve of Michael’s back and drop to his hips to urge him forward. “Fuck me so good,” he murmurs in that hypnotic voice, his fingers traveling over the curve of Michael’s ass, teasing the tops of his thighs. “Fuck me so damn good that I can’t move for how full of you I am, that I get so loaded down with your come that I’ll be having your fledgelings before long. Come on, Michael—” and Michael obeys, rutting into Lucifer hard and fast, crying out with the madness racing through his blood and praying that the teases will be made true.
Spread out on the bed, Lucifer’s open and wanton, and his legs stretch forever as his arms curl like latticework over his torso. “Come on,” he urges, and reaches out, pulls Michael close — not for a kiss, kisses are too pedestrian, but to ease Michael’s cock into his mouth, to suckle on it like a hungry child and lick lasciviously over the head as danger sparkles in his eyes.
Gabriel watches, his fingers idle as the heel of his hand cups Lucifer’s bare ass, and smiles, lazily thrusting against Lucifer’s thigh. Lucifer breaks his hold on Michael’s cock long enough to look up at Gabriel and whine, “That’s not enough, brother… you know I want more, I want your cock inside me.”
It’s an invitation Gabriel can’t refuse, and he groans with want and bears down, sliding into Lucifer as he watches Michael’s cock slip into his mouth again; opened, sucking and rocking against Gabriel’s thrusts, Lucifer moans around Michael’s cock like this is the true definition of heaven.
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.
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.
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
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.