Anonymous asked: Superwho. Crowley/Amy. Loud, rough sex. Crowley likes all the sounds Amy makes, but particularly the screams.
Under a cut for what could be perceived as dubcon.
Anonymous asked: 1D, any/any, the other three have to cover for them while they have a quick shag after the show.
“Damn,” Louis said with a tone of both admiration for the enthusiasm behind the door he was leaning against and a bit of jealousy for not being a part of the same. This was the way the five of them had worked out: they took turns, sort of a rotation of shagging and surveillance, and tonight it was Niall and Harry’s turn… and, like always, Niall was so bloody loud with his half-Gaelic swearing.
Zayn and Liam, leaning against the opposite wall, rolled their eyes. “Typical Niall,” Liam said, his fingers tracing the back waistband of Zayn’s jeans, obviously wishing it was their turn tonight; they’d just have to wait for the bus or the hotel.
The door thudded, bouncing Louis off it an inch to the sound of Harrry’s gasps; Louis’ erection was obvious under his trousers, and he crossed his hands in front of himself as he led the three of them in a loud rendition of “Teenage Dirtbag” to cover the worst of it… Harry always moaned in B♭, so they kept themselves amused by harmonizing.
Anonymous asked: Supernatural - Crowley/Gabriel - girl!Gabe, he likes how loud she is.
Crowley doesn’t make noise during sex, aside from a few grunts and encouraging words (usually along the lines of “spread ‘em wider, darling”), but Gabriel makes plenty of noise, and not just in the bedroom, either. She talks his ear off, cracks terrible jokes, annoys him with her version of morality, and in general is a very loud thorn in his side, but it’s all worth it when they climb into bed.
There, the moans start with the first kisses, even light feather-touches, and Gabriel’s soft whimpers along with her exhalations are like the vibration of a string Crowley can’t stop plucking. He brings them out again and again, revels in her delicious musical tones when she follows each movement of his tongue down her body with a squeal or a hum of pleasure, and when he dives between her legs and licks there, her cries turn to something desperate, like she’s trying to rip her own throat out just to express the intensity of the pleasure. It’s the kind of torture Crowley likes best, and he climbs on top of her, heaves heavy breaths and is as quiet as he can, even as vigorously as he fucks her, so he can drink in every cadence of Gabriel’s musical screams and catch the very moment when her voice and body breaks and she comes apart beneath him.
Anonymous asked: Supernatural Destiel, Cas is really loud when they do it.
When Castiel appears in their room after the main bulk of research is done and he and Sam are just relaxing with beers, Sam takes one look at him through narrowed eyes and snags the credit card and his duffel bag before leaving the room. Dean can’t blame him - first, it’s awkward as hell to come back to the same room your brother just had sex in, and second, well… second, Castiel is fucking loud.
Whether it’s the newness of the vessel, the learned sensitivity of erogenous zones that angelic forms apparently don’t have, or its a holdover from Novak, Castiel moans while Dean undresses him carefully, mutters filthy words and phrases as Dean strips himself down, and lets out loud gasps when Dean first settles on top of him.
He keens when Dean sucks on his nipples, always yelps at the first touch of lube, groans like a porn star when Dean gets the head of his cock in. Castiel shrieks and yells encouragement, sighs and grunts, is such an enthusiastic lover that he doesn’t care when they get weird or sidelong looks in the morning from neighboring guests; Castiel is worth every fucking look and more besides, and Castiel is so happy, so sated, so goddamn blissful that the noise never bothers him at all.
zachelrane asked: Suits; Donna/Rachel; power bottom Donna, what happened after they went out drinking? (office sex, screaming)
“Shh,” Donna slurred, pulling Rachel against her by the placket of her blouse; she giggled when a button flew across Rachel’s office and tinged against the glass.
Rachel tried to protest against Donna’s lips that they shouldn’t do this here, what if someone saw them?, but Donna was already hiking up her own skirt and guiding Rachel’s hand by the wrist to her panties. She was already so wet, and Rachel’s fingers slid into her smoothly when Donna pressed her forward, past the silky fabric, with a loud groan that people down in Archives were going to hear.
“Donna!” Rachel hissed, trying to pull back; maybe she could convince Donna to come back to her place because at least that wasn’t here, where they worked.
Donna was having none of it, though, and leaned over Rachel’s desk, “Fuck me.” Rachel couldn’t resist the sight of wisps of Donna’s red hair coming loose, her smeared lipstick that she knew was reddening her own lips, and the wet warmth of her pussy. She pushed three fingers into Donna and fucked her hard, Rachel’s own wetness soaking her panties as she thought about how she’d smell sex all over her office tomorrow and how Donna’s screaming, quivering orgasm would still be echoing in her ears.
Anonymous asked: GK brad/trombley, brad just wants to hear all of the kid’s little sounds (whines, mewls etc) bonus points if it’s grave or humvee sex! :D
They’re going to get caught and they’re going to get NJP’d and kicked out of the Corps, but the more Trombley squirms below him, the more Brad finds that he doesn’t care. Trombley is filthy, from rolling in the dirt now and not showering from weeks, tasting acrid against Brad’s tongue, but Brad doesn’t stop sucking kisses down Trombley’s throat and across the sharp cut of his collarbones. They should be quiet, Brad knows this, but every little brush of Brad’s hands under Trombley’s shirt or nip of teeth against his skin has Trombley moaning like a desperate virgin and Brad can’t get enough of it. Brad shoves his fingers into Trombley’s mouth to give him something to suck on, to silence the noise, and it distracts him enough that when Brad shoves Trombley’s shirt up his stomach and slides down his body, Trombley’s teeth bite down around Brad’s fingers and he moans in startled anticipation; how Ray and Walt are managing to ignore this is beyond Brad, makes him feel a little guilty even, but the LT can probably hear Trombley from the other side of the camp and if no one is going to come running, then Brad isn’t going to stop. The noises are only bound to get worse as Brad works the button and zipper down on Trombley’s bottoms, tugging them low enough to free Trombley’s cock, practically throbbing in Brad’s hand and leaking, but Brad’s made up his mind and he wraps his lips around the head of Trombley’s cock and starts to suck.
Anonymous asked: Supernatural Destiel, Cas is really loud when they do it
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Even just kissing Cas wrings little noises out of him – soft humming, small gasps and hitches in breathing that Dean chases with his tongue and teeth, wanting more. Touching pulls yet more sound, breathless whimpers and quiet moans and, “please, more.” Dean obliges, curling a hand around Castiel’s cock, and the angel gasps loudly, groaning and bucking his hips up into Dean’s hand, squirming when Dean slips a slick finger into him and crooks it. By the time Dean’s pushing in, slow and careful, Cas’s panting and whimpering and gasping loudly, moaning deep in his throat as Dean settles all the way inside before drawing back out again.
His little gasps and whimpers get louder and louder with every thrust, until when Castiel comes, it’s with a scream that Dean leans down and swallows up, knowing that even so, they must have been heard.
Anonymous asked: Gk, ray/trombley hatefuck. Bonus points if trombs’ is being loud c;
“You’re such a — ugh, fuck — goddamn waste of — oof, fucking stop grabbing, you little shit — waste of space,” Ray grunted out; he had Trombley in one of those exhausted holds that boxers do when their faces are half bloodied… they were boxing, but there was no blood yet.
“Who’re you calling a little shit, you little shit,” Trombley retorted; he shoved Ray back on the gym mat and stripped his gloves off. He jammed his knee hard behind Ray’s balls and leaned over him with that crazy fucking wild-eyed smile. “I ain’t no waste of space.”
Ray bucked, flipped them, and sat down over Trombley’s crotch. He slowly and very obviously reached between them and took hold of Trombley’s dick; it was half-hard already. “Yeah? Prove it.”
Trombley licked his lips. “I still fucking hate you, Person. This don’t change that,” he said, but he was already shifting his hips to push into Ray’s fist… and when Ray got a couple fingers inside him, he fucking yelled how much he hated Ray Person to the empty gym.
Anonymous asked: SPN, Dean/Cas, Dean is loud when Cas fucks him
“Fuck!” Dean shouts, and it’s no half-assed shout either — that might be the next room over shouting at him to keep it down, or it might be across the street. But with Cas under him, Dean impaled on his cock, there’s just nothing else to do with all the intensity he’s feeling than let it out into the air. And Cas murmurs into his skin, wraps his arms around him and teases him with short, halting thrusts and dragging fingertips. “Like that, Dean,” he says, his voice dark and low, “tell me how you want it.”
It’s not a very good answer that Dean gives — a bunch of nonsense syllables, maybe something like “hard” or “more” in the middle of the cries — but the way Cas drives into him, accelerating, making Dean scream himself hoarse, indicates he got the idea.
Anonymous asked: Supernatural Destiel, Cas is really loud when they do it
Sam groaned as he heard the first wet smack of lips parting, and dragged the pillow over his head smashing it down around his ears as tightly as he dared to block out the inevitable sounds as his brother escalated things in the next bed.
Sam could handle his brother’s libido, they’d grown up with absolutely zero privacy and it was either get over it or be mentally scarred —more so— for his entire life.
He could handle the thought of Dean corrupting an angel so thoroughly especially given the fact that Dean seemed willing to try out monogamy for this particular one.
He could even handle the fact that Cas was apparently a screamer, sure he couldn’t sleep through it but he could mostly block it out with the pillows.
The thing Sam could not handle were the morning afters, when only Sam and Dean left the room, and the looks from people that would follow them out.
