unamaga | can i get a woop woop?

So, any of you who haven't seen the four promo shots recently dug up need to quietly shuffle over to

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

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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GOD YOU ARE SO SNEAKY, AND NAUGHTY, AND INSANELY AWESOME!
How do you do that? How is your porn so hot? *is actually feeling kinda shaky right now* DAMN YOU!

*wicked look* guess what.

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.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! *flails* *makes unintelligible noises*

when sam's thirteen, dean tells him in his stupid, cocky voice, first aid kits are good for all sorts of things, sammy. at the time, sam didn't understand what precisely dean meant by that - he'd only just kissed a girl the week before, chaste and quick.

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.

I...I don't think I can take any more of this. *is ded and broken from hot*

dean's a little twisted - he knows it, and it doesn't bother him really. he gets off on strange things, like the coppery taste of blood on his tongue or the slight pain of fingernails along his cock. putting it down to the shit he deals with every day is easy enough.

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.

...

*licks* was it good for you, baby?

Are you kidding me? OF COURSE IT WAS!
Jesus. I will never, ever let you go ever again.
*ties you to her bed*
However did I deserve your scorchingly hot porn?

I told you, I really love making you squirm. It's fun! *leers*

Should we ever do that phone call thing? You will not only manage to make me squirm, you'll hear me stammer too. I'm a lost case really.

I think I would probably end up saying some very dirty things. *tries to look ashamed*

Oh boy. I think I'd be totally embarrassed, but I'd also totally listen! ;)
Oh and lookie here (http://community.livejournal.com/spnroundtable/7110.html?thread=312774#t312774)!

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