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- Anonymous asked: Avengers, Bruce Banner/Thor Odinson, Mousy Bruce gets very bossy during sex, and Thor likes it. A lot.
- Anonymous asked: Supernatural. Calthazar. “Remember when Cas was dragged back to Heaven as a prisoner? Balthazar was actually the only friend who stood up for him.” Balthazar tries to comfort Cas before he goes back to Earth.
Anonymous asked: Supernatural, Michiferabriel&Chuck!god, Chuck walks in on his kids getting dirty (BP if they notice but doesn’t stop)
- Anonymous asked: Generation Kill: Nate/Walt. Walt just broke up with his girlfriend and goes to Nate to find some comfort. Nate being gentle with him.
- Anonymous asked: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Oz/Willow: He’s especially rowdy before the full moon, insatiable and in desperate need of his favorite redhead
Kocher’s two-day beard scratched against the inside of Doc’s thigh as he made his way up from his ankle. Every slow inch of biting and licking took its toll on Doc’s sanity, making his dick harden and then twitch against his stomach as he watched Eric’s massive form move at a snail’s pace up his leg.
“Fuck this shit and get your mouth on my dick,” Doc finally said, but Kocher just laughed around a mouthful of Doc’s balls and kept on doing what he was doing. Red tooth marks decorated Doc’s skin, blooming out of his pale hair like wounds, the pain sharp and then relief every time Kocher’s mouth released him. He gave in and took his cock in his hand, pulling restlessly as Eric worked him over, feeling the veins in his cock stand out with every bite.
In Ray’s opinion, Walt started it… like always. It wasn’t like kissing up the back of Brad’s neck during a piggy back ride and then making a huge show of pushing Nate back on the locker room bench so he could grind on him was going to make rowing practice end any sooner. Nate Fick didn’t get sweet talked out of reps by a blond dude sucking his tongue, nor did Nate Fick take any prisoners when it came to fucking a certain tattooed, mouthy, genius, smitten boyfriend either.
And let’s not even get started on Brad; that fucker just nonchalantly goes over and leans on the door while other dudes are banging on it to get in and shower up. Because hell if someone is gonna interrupt his show while he jerks off into Ray’s towel… motherfucker, it’s his turn to do laundry, Ray desperately tries to remember as Nate turns his ass into a quivering heap of coxswain.
A/N: Inspired by this photoshoot. Warning for violence.
Nate panted around his mouthguard, and Brad could read the message in his eyes: You never fucking listen, not really. Always bound and determined to do whatever you want unless we’re in uniform. Fuck that, Brad, man up and face me.
Brad let Nate be mad; he took the punches and let Nate seethe about Brad running after they’d stumbled onto the beach, drunk and horny and taking advantage of the moment. Brad had taken his motorcycle to Las Vegas and back to think about what the fuck it all meant that he was beyond reason for his LT, still seeing the angry, hurt green of Nate’s eyes when Brad made his excuses and ran from their one night stand.
No one would accuse Nate Fick of letting a man off easy, and that was how Brad found himself here, giving as good as he was getting in the boxing ring, taking as much as he was giving in Nate’s shower afterward, the fight gone out of both of them as they let the soap run from their joined bodies.
“Shut up,” Walt said, throwing Ray onto the couch hard enough for it to squeak a foot across the wood floor.
“I like the enthusiasm, Walter,” Ray said, smiling broadly in the face of Walt’s scowling intensity and rocking his hips up to rub his dick against Walt’s through their shorts.
“I said: shut. the. fuck. up,” Walt growled, slamming his hand across Ray’s giggling mouth; he ground down hard on Ray, using his other hand to push aside their clothes just enough to get skin on skin.
Friction made everything feel a stroke away from incineration and Ray thrashed under Walt’s white-knuckled grip. He convulsed when Walt pushed the slick head of his dick against Ray’s, blue eyes flaring with angry intensity, saying, “Take it, fucker.”
They had five minutes max before people started wondering where the fuck they went.
“Spit,” Nate ordered, urgency and command in his voice as he braced himself against the alley wall, pushing his pants down below his ass with one, shaking hand. Brad obeyed and sloppily slicked the condom before pushing against Nate’s beer-relaxed hole; Nate reached back and pulled their mouths together, biting at Brad’s lips and breathing in the sour-sweet taste of alcohol. Brad’s hands gripped Nate’s, holding him to the gritty bricks and driving up and in with his hips until Nate groaned with the stretch. Brad buried his face against the side of Nate’s neck and gritted his teeth, fucking as fast and deep as his half-drunk body would allow, begging that Nate could pull off a hands-free with no more than the adrenaline rush of maybe getting caught to lube the way.
Nate tensed and shuddered against Brad’s body, and he sank his teeth into Brad’s forearm to silence his yell.
“Ah, comrade, I have been waiting to meet another that could match me,” Thor exclaimed, placing both hands upon Brad’s shoulders and drawing him into a strong embrace. “I have yet to find a Midgardian that can take me fully, but you! You surely—”
Brad pushed away and eyed Thor with amusement, laughing with an array of white teeth showing, “Take you? You’re going to have to find another Midgardian for that. But,” Brad added, stepping close again and taking two handfuls of Thor’s ass.
Thor’s broad smile matched Brad’s as he reached between them and unfastened his trousers. “I like your boldness, equal.”
Brad rolled over, rising groggily out of sleep to the annoying feeling of something poking him through the pillowcase; he pulled a small goose feather from the pillow, spinning it between his fingertips in the low light while 03:17 flashed on the bedside clock.
Nate puffed a hard breath out his nose, then his hand came up to brush across his nipple, and then he rolled onto his side to get away from Brad and his feather. Brad smiled and carried on undeterred, stroking the tickling feather down the line of Nate’s spine and following it with a brush of his lips as he breathed in Nate’s sleepy scent. He circled Nate’s hip bone, and then Nate was awake.
“Brad,” he said in a cautioning tone, but Brad didn’t let him finish that thought before he abandoned the feather in favor of more direct contact, forming himself to Nate’s back as his hand wrapped around Nate’s soft cock, because 3 AM was never too early for this.
“Action,” Lilley said, trying to hold the camera steady as he got up all gonzo on Walt’s ass; shit, he could see the outline of Person’s fingers on Walt’s skin and this was kind of more than he bargained for even from these kinky fuckers. He spun the camera to Walt’s face when Walt cried out in a mixture of relief and pain and groaning pleasure; fuck if Lilley knew where to point the camera when Walt’s face was all red like that and his dick was leaking onto the bedspread and Ray was methodically torturing the shit out of Walt’s body like SERE Gone Wild, Lake Havesu-style. It was seriously fucked up and seriously fucking up Lilley’s certitude that he only liked pussy.
“Hey, Jason. You want in?” Ray asked with a grin and a slow pull of his dick that Lilley watched through the viewfinder; Lilley tripped backward onto the edge of the bed, still trying to keep things in focus. “Get on him, Walter. Now or I’m getting out the belt.”
Lilley watched Walt’s eyelids flutter as he sank his hole down on Lilley’s dick, and he blindly turned the camera on his own face when Ray started pushing in alongside.
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- Anonymous asked: supervengers, god!chuck/odin, their “peace negotation” is lacking a lot in the peace
- Anonymous asked: supervengers, chuck/bruce, bruce is low on cash and works as hooker to get some
- Anonymous asked: Spn. Michael/fem!Lucifer. Lucifer is angry (for whatever reason), and Michael attempts to calm her down.
- Anonymous asked: Supernatural, Chuck/Lucifer, Lucifer has a daddy!kink and Chuck makes sure to take care of his darling boy
- Anonymous asked: Generation Kill: Rudy/Lilley - Rudy gets ‘payback’ for Lilley’s secret filming.
- thedoctorxthesoldier asked: Doctor Who, 11/Martha, Appologizing for how he treated her; Body Worship