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So, any of you who haven't seen the four promo shots recently dug up need to quietly shuffle over to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
arabella_hope's journal here and see them right now. I'll wait....... OK, AREN'T THEY AWESOME? They're awesome. The black and white one is now my new header. Tada!
I may have a thing for that color red. Sort of. Shut up.
On an entirely different note, this is a bit of shameless femmeslash that is solely about dirty talk. There's really no plot. Really. Oh, and it's dedicated in part to Jules and Robin. Uh. Enjoy!
Sweet Talkin', Body Rockin ' [Adult]
original femmeslash - 570 words
arabella_hope's journal here and see them right now. I'll wait....... OK, AREN'T THEY AWESOME? They're awesome. The black and white one is now my new header. Tada! I may have a thing for that color red. Sort of. Shut up.
On an entirely different note, this is a bit of shameless femmeslash that is solely about dirty talk. There's really no plot. Really. Oh, and it's dedicated in part to Jules and Robin. Uh. Enjoy!
original femmeslash - 570 words
Her mouth is filthy, always has been. Every word she murmurs sounds like it’s straight out of a porno, honey-smooth and the same amber color; it’s hypnotizing, and the way she uses it is downright illegal.
Sometimes, you’ll be sitting at the kitchen island, a stool pulled out under you, your feet propped up on the bar running along the underside, and she’ll come up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and pressing the point of her chin to the sensitive crook of your neck. Do you know how hot you are right now? Your lips are all red and chewed up. They make you look like you’ve just gotten done eating me out.
And you’re finished, that’s it for work. She pushes your papers over towards the other end of the island, and they scatter carelessly to the floor and over the burners. You don’t care if they go up in flames because she’s still fucking talking, her mouth running like she can’t breathe if she isn’t making noise.
Gonna make you scream, girlie, and, You want my mouth on your tits? I bet you do, and, Yeah, fuck yourself down on my fingers.
You’re shuddering apart underneath her before you know it, shirt rucked up under your armpits, pants only pushed down as far as she needed before she could slip her hand past the waistband of your panties. You don’t do much work after that, too busy using you hands to make her careful composure shatter.
Other times, she’ll leave you voicemails. Those are the worst, because you never expect them, and then it’s too late – you’re in the middle of a street, holding the phone up to your ear, so wet you can feel your thighs slipping together under your skirt. There’s something even more dirty about her voice when it’s muffled by a phone line, a little deeper and rougher than normal. Those times, you inevitably end up ducking into a public bathroom, bracing yourself with one foot against the toilet and your back against the wall while your fingers slip under your skirt to rub hard circles over your clit.
There was a package waiting for me when I got home from class today. You know what it was? A nice little sex toy, all for me. It’s got three speeds and bumps all along the top. I wonder what it’ll feel like fucking into my cunt. I bet it’ll feel real good – almost as good as when you take out that dildo of yours and screw me against the wall. God, I love it when you do that. When you leave me so wrecked I’m hoarse the rest of the week.
You never make it to the end of those messages, so keyed up you only realize you’ve come when you drift back into yourself and notice your panties are pooled around one ankle for anyone to see, and ripped completely down the side.
It’s not fair, and you tell her so time and time again, but whenever you open your mouth to retaliate, she gets this glint in her eye and you automatically go still everywhere. Then, she proves to you why exactly it’s fair, giving you your first blinding orgasm of the night with just her voice and the light brush of her knuckle over your clit.
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Ahem.
I hope you realise that you have RUINED me, because here I am AT MY BROTHER'S HOUSE reading porn while small children skip around me. But that was just way too hot to wait.
PS - I like it when you write me porn \o/
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ps - i like writing you porn. win-win! \o/
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Ahem. *codes*
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Oh man, that was incredible.
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HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSE TO CONCENTRATE AFTER I'VE READ THIS?!?! :)
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I'm slightly in love with that new black and white photo.
And uhm, your fiction was muy caliente.
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Thank you! *does a salsa*
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I don't think I have an icon appropriate enough to express my feelings right now. I'll revert to swearing instead: HOLY FUCKING SHIT THAT WAS HOT!
I fangirl your porn madly. I might also do other stuff with it *shifty eyes*
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You are evil.
I hart you like mad.
Send me a mail with detailed fic ideas you want me to write. I think I might be your porn bitch for all eternity...
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and he's really trying to dwell on that properly - cause, shit, fictional - but dean winchester must be a pro at giving head with the way his tongue is swirling over the head of jensen's cock and sliding over the slit, and jensen can't concentrate under these conditions.
his head falls back against the wall behind him with a thick sound, and it hurts in a dull sort of way that he doesn't care about. dean's teeth scrape against the underside of his cock and he looks up at his double through sooty, thick lashes.
fuck, he's pretty, jensen thinks, twining his fingers in the short hairs at the base of dean's head. like he can tell what jensen is thinking, dean hums a laugh around jensen's cock, eyes glinting, and that's seriously all jensen needs before he's coming, hips locking up, nails digging in against dean's scalp.
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I just had a shower, baby. I think I may need another one. Good, god. Just...yeah. And then I'll *coughs* go to bed.
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when he's alone in his bed at night, sheets cold against his back, door locked, he lets himself imagine all the things jensen could do to him with that belt.
he curls his hand around his cock sometimes, while he thinks of it wrapped around his neck, an extra hole in the side to keep it tight - just for him. thinking about that, he keeps his other hand on his throat, fingers tight and constricting. he fucking sees stars.
other times, he imagines the black strip around his wrists, tying them together and to the bed so jensen can have his way without interruption. he thinks of sharp teeth and sharper eyes, feels them scrape along the lines of his body, red hot.
but those times are few and far between, because by far his most reccurant fantasy about jensen and that belt have jensen fucking into him, quick, short thrusts that leave him panting and begging for more - deeper. and that belt, it's around jensen's waist where it's supposed to be, clinched tight. it isn't tucked into the buckle, and the long, dragging end keeps rough-smooth sliding against jared's cock.
those times, jared comes so fucking hard he has to wipe jizz off his chin afterwards. it's hard sometimes to look at jensen the day afterwards, the most he can manage being sly glances out of the corner of his eye. but if maybe jensen catches him watching one day and his eyes go dark right before he pushes jared up against the wall and eats his mouth, well. it's worth it, then.
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Fuck. Seriously. That hit my kink button SO HARD. And I'm kind of running out of things to say. My poor upstairs brain...
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there's a weird bar over the bed in jensen's trailer, some kind of left over from whoever'd had it before him. jared says it was probably a fitness freak. jensen says it was probably a kinky dominatrix, because that's just way cooler, shut up.
when they start fucking around, jared keeps hitting his head on the damn thing - once, he actually knocks himself out, which jensen gives him no end of shit about for the rest of the week. but, after he's done laughing and calling jared names like 'egg head', jensen realizes this is a serious problem and that he might never get jared riding him like a cowboy in that bed again. travesty.
so, he spends the lunch break staring hard at the bar above his bed, trying to imagine how this can work to his advantage. by the time jared comes in, shouting something about being on mark, jensen's got it down.
after the last scene is shot and he's gotten his wardrobe turned in for the night, jensen calls jared over, tugs him down by the shirt sleeve and leans in close: how are your chin ups, jay? it's only four minutes later that jared's throwing him back on the bed - no, literally fucking throwing him - and crawling on top of him, both of them naked as the day they were born.
jared's a dirty talker then, describing everything as he does it, in graphic, ridiculous detail. it makes jensen squirm when jared says, gonna ride you 'till your eyes cross and you can't even say my name, all rough and tumble voice.
he crosses his wrists together above him for better leverage, gripping the metal bar tight enough he'll have blisters in the morning and smell like copper shavings for days. he sinks down on jensen's cock, body rocking like he's keeping stride with a horse.
jensen watches his stomach tense and curve with each time his hips roll, and feels feverish with wanting. he's ok, though, controlling himself - up until jared scratches his nails down that long torso and wraps his fingers around his bouncing cock. then, jensen's gone, pumping up into jared erratically and trying to remember where exactly he is.
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jared has an ipod, and he keeps it hooked nicely to his belt loop, come rain, shine, poltergeists, or high water. he's almost never without it, even on set, though kripke keeps trying to wrestle it away from him.
so it's sort of a special accomplishment, in jensen's opinion, that whenever his mouth is on any part of jared's body, jared couldn't give less of a shit where his ipod was. once, jensen twisted jared's nipple between his teeth, flicking his tongue over the tip, and jared actually threw the pea-green monstrosity clear across the room in his rush to get his pants down.
right now, though. right now, jared has that thing clutched in one paw and he's bobbing his head along to some ridiculously fast and upbeat song. personally, jensen thinks all songs should be required by law not to have a tempo any faster than a human can hum along to. jensen's feeling a little neglected.
casually, he leans against the wall across from where jared's sitting on the trailer couch, and trails his hand down his side, curving it forward to cup his cock through the material of his jeans. jared doesn't notice. jensen unzips his pants, pushes his boxers away, and fingers the head of his dick, letting out an exaggerated moan.
jared's eyebrow twitches.
clearing his throat, jensen tries again, accidentally kicking over a chair. it falls with a loud racket, and jared finally looks up, eyes wide and surprised like he hadn't expected to see jensen there at all. then, he notices that jensen's hand is around his cock and he can't get the little buds out of his ears fast enough.
jensen doesn't stop, even though he's won and jared's stalking towards him. he twists his wrist near the top of his cock, rising on his tiptoes to follow his fist just those few extra seconds.
when his eyes flutter back open - he can't remember closing them - jared's pressed up against him, licking his lips. his huge hands slide around jensen's waist, bring him closer, closer, closer, until jensen's leg is hooked around jared's waist and his knuckles brush jared's stomach on every upstroke.
jared doesn't try to help or even kiss jensen, but his eyes are dark and locked on jensen's mouth, catching every twitch. it's enough, and jensen's breath rushes out on a moan as he comes over both their t-shirts. jared makes a sound like he's angry and then they're kissing, clumsy and hard enough their teeth clash together.
jensen thinks, take that, you fucking little green piece of tech-shit.
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How do you do that? How is your porn so hot? *is actually feeling kinda shaky right now* DAMN YOU!
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jared's from texas. he knows the sound of rattle snakes slithering slick over mud or through the wild brush, and he gets it, ok? he gets how dangerous they are, especially if you're alone or you can't get the anti-toxin quickly enough. but, he can't help himself.
there's something about watching the scales on a snake's belly shift and bunch with every move it makes - it's erotic in a way that jared can't even describe. he remembers being young, sitting as he could down by the stables, just watching for a snake to slide past him, and then when it did, getting as close as he could to it without being in biting distance.
as fucked up as it seems, he still jerks off thinking about the one that got too close, fangs long and lethal, bared in jared's direction. it shouldn't get him hard, thinking about thick, scaley skin and sharp bites, but it does.
so, when jared meets jensen for the first time, in person, it doesn't surprise him that he's instantly and blindingly hard against his fly. jensen moves like a snake when he's not paying attention - his whole body is loose and liquid, hips swaying hypnotically.
and his fucking mouth - no, not his mouth. jared knows what people say about those lips, but he's more interested in jensen's quick smile, sharp teeth. he can't help imagining the way jensen might scrape those canines over jared's neck, trails of red and sweet hurt in his wake.
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ten years later, sam knows exactly what dean meant that day because there's medical tape wrapped around his thighs and shins, keeping him kneeling and open for his brother's slick fingers. his hands are tied in front of his chest with thin thread that digs into his skin every time he moves or shift or breathes, and his fingers are close enough to his cock that he can fucking feel the heat of it against the pads, but he can't touch.
dean laughs at him, mockingly, when sam whimpers again through the gauze in his mouth. his fingers twist - all four of them - inside sam, hitting the spot that makes blinding things go on behind sam's eyes.
his brother doesn't let up on him for what seems like hours, keeping sam right on the knife edge of orgasm: not enough to come, just enough to make him moan and sob. when sam feels like he's about to just damn the consequences to his wrists and reach down for his cock, dean mumbles something hot against the base of his spine and wraps his hand around sam from underneath.
he doesn't even get a full stroke done before sam's screaming, coming so hard and so fiercely he nearly blacks out. dean laughs again, a happy sound this time, and rises behind sam, wrapping his arms around sam's waist and smearing come on his stomach.
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sam on the other hand. sam likes to pretend he's wholesome and wonderbread, even though dean knows how much he secretly enjoys it when there's a little red mixed in with the white on the sheets. dean doesn't mind that sam wants to be a little repressive about it all, because at least he's getting fucked into the mattress five nights a week.
but he is a little surprised when sam comes home from doing laundry one night with a plain brown paper bag in one hand and a hard on tenting the front of his jeans. it's a present, sam explains, pulling the long stick out of the bag and presenting it to dean.
a little dubious, dean asks what it does. ever helpfull, sam presses close to his side and clicks the switch on the side. with a hum, the glass part at the top comes to life - purple and blue shocks of electricity shooting out from a the center. dean's breath catches in his throat.
strip and lay down,, sam whispers, and dean's already way ahead of him, throwing his shirt over the end of the bed and unbuttoning his jeans.
the first touch of the toy to his skin is short, like sam's testing it, and dean can't help the little, startled moan he lets out. the next is longer, tracing the curve of dean's abs down to his navel, and the next after that ends at one of dean's nipple, where it stays pressed until dean slams his hand down against the bed and lets out a choked shout.
sam pulls it off completely after that and every swipe of his tongue over the abused nipple makes dean keen and whine. this is gonna be fun, dean hears sam muse outloud, and then the glass is against the base of dean's cock and he can't hear anything over his own rising screams.
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Jesus. I will never, ever let you go ever again.
*ties you to her bed*
However did I deserve your scorchingly hot porn?
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Oh and lookie here (http://community.livejournal.com/spnroundtable/7110.html?thread=312774#t312774)!
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♥
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