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Yeah, these are a little unpolished, but, well, they just sort of popped out, fully formed, like Athena or something. Ow my head.
Jensen/Jared, PG-13
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Jensen never used to like laughter in bed. It made him uncomfortable, it made him think he was doing something stupid. He remembers the first time a girl who he was having sex with giggled: he freaked the hell out, thinking she was mocking him, and, well, he never did get to come that night. Shut up, he was only seventeen.
With Jared, though. With Jared, everything’s always about laughter. Even before sex became part of the relationship, Jared was always giggling like a little girl at every little thing and getting Jensen into trouble with Eric.
Now, with the physical aspect to their relationship, nothing much has changed. Jensen knows where he stands in Jared’s mind, knows that even if he isn’t doing something wrong, Jared’s likely to mock him anyway. It’s comfortable and easy.
And, admittedly, it helps that Jensen thinks Jared has the sexiest laugh of anyone he’s ever met.
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You sure the doors are locked, Jared?
Duh, I locked them myself. Don’t be such a scaredy-cat. There’s a thump when Jared pushes Jensen up against the closet’s door, and then the sound of rustling clothes as they both try to get naked as quickly as they can. Jesus, you wear too many layers.
It’s fucking Canada, asshole. Jared laughs low and hearty against Jensen’s ear, and that is just fucking it. Bastard teased him all day, shooting him coy little looks from under his bangs and doing completely inappropriate things to innocent bananas; now he has Jared alone, the boy is going to pay.
Jensen’s clothes are off and he’s on Jared, pushing him back and down to the small, cramped floor. They're too big for this, long limbs skewing every which way, but Jensen locks his hips against Jared's and—fuck—that seems to work nicely.
God, Jensen, God. Jared arches up against him and he struggles valiantly with the urge to jack himself off and just come, already. It’s been less than five minutes and the power of Jared Padalecki has him ready to blow his load. What the hell.
Just to be a bitch, he says, Yeah, I get that a lot. Jared laughs again, and Jensen can feel it all the way down to his toes.
They’re late for first call.
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Sam/Dean, NC-17
absolutely shameless pwp, for Pornday-Friday with_3amconfession
"Look at you, baby, all gagged and bound like a slut," Dean says, voice colored with affection. "You like it, don't you? You're getting off on those ropes digging into your wrists, drawing blood."
Sam whimpers, shifting against the restraints.
His brother sucks in a breath, keeps talking. "Do you ever think about that, Sammy? We're the same; my blood is running through your veins right now, I can hear it," Dean stops, stepping forward into Sam's line of sight and leaning forward. "I wonder if it even tastes like mine. I know your spunk does--salty, thick, just a little bitter. Love the taste of you on my tongue, Sammy."
"Dean," Sam tries to moan through the cloth gag, because, God, this is just too much, too much, he can't take it. "Dean."
"You want me to untie you, huh? Want me to take that gag out and make you scream on my cock?"
He nods, quick and desperate.
"Too bad," Dean says, punishingly. "You're gonna come, just like this, baby, nothing touching your cock but the air. And you're gonna come hard, when I tell you to."
No, no, no, he can't.
"Yes, you can, and you will. I'll get you there, don't worry, but we're gonna play this my way," Dean says and sits back down on the bed across from where Sam is tied to the hotel room chair. He starts tugging slowly on his blood-heavy cock, lingering at the head and arching his hips obscenely. "Watch me, Sam, don't close your eyes."
Sam watches, helpless and mesmerized by the slick, easy slide of Dean's hand over his dick.
"D’you my favorite part of fucking you? I love watching you come apart, break into tiny little pieces that only I can put back together. You always make the hottest sound, Sam; gets me off every time. That one you make when I press my dick hard right behind your balls?”
Sam groans, guttural and low, before he can stop himself.
“Yeah, that one,” Dean pants, stroking faster now. “So fucking sexy, Sam. I’m so close.”
It’s all Sam can do to stave off his own orgasm. God, his brother is gorgeous, all sweat, precome and hard lines.
“Come on, little brother, come for me. Wanna see you come. Now.”
And he didn’t even know he could but fuck if anything like ‘can’ and ‘can’t’ ever stopped Dean when he really wanted something, and apparently he wants this a lot. Sam’s orgasm leaves him shaking and sobbing, cutting his bound wrists and ankles against the course ropes when he falls forward, unable to support his own weight.
“God, Sam, so fucking hot,” he hears Dean breathe, and then a shuddering gasp as Dean comes over his own fist.
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Jensen/Jared, PG-13
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scarlett_o "sexy laughter"Jensen never used to like laughter in bed. It made him uncomfortable, it made him think he was doing something stupid. He remembers the first time a girl who he was having sex with giggled: he freaked the hell out, thinking she was mocking him, and, well, he never did get to come that night. Shut up, he was only seventeen.
With Jared, though. With Jared, everything’s always about laughter. Even before sex became part of the relationship, Jared was always giggling like a little girl at every little thing and getting Jensen into trouble with Eric.
Now, with the physical aspect to their relationship, nothing much has changed. Jensen knows where he stands in Jared’s mind, knows that even if he isn’t doing something wrong, Jared’s likely to mock him anyway. It’s comfortable and easy.
And, admittedly, it helps that Jensen thinks Jared has the sexiest laugh of anyone he’s ever met.
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You sure the doors are locked, Jared?
Duh, I locked them myself. Don’t be such a scaredy-cat. There’s a thump when Jared pushes Jensen up against the closet’s door, and then the sound of rustling clothes as they both try to get naked as quickly as they can. Jesus, you wear too many layers.
It’s fucking Canada, asshole. Jared laughs low and hearty against Jensen’s ear, and that is just fucking it. Bastard teased him all day, shooting him coy little looks from under his bangs and doing completely inappropriate things to innocent bananas; now he has Jared alone, the boy is going to pay.
Jensen’s clothes are off and he’s on Jared, pushing him back and down to the small, cramped floor. They're too big for this, long limbs skewing every which way, but Jensen locks his hips against Jared's and—fuck—that seems to work nicely.
God, Jensen, God. Jared arches up against him and he struggles valiantly with the urge to jack himself off and just come, already. It’s been less than five minutes and the power of Jared Padalecki has him ready to blow his load. What the hell.
Just to be a bitch, he says, Yeah, I get that a lot. Jared laughs again, and Jensen can feel it all the way down to his toes.
They’re late for first call.
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Sam/Dean, NC-17
absolutely shameless pwp, for Pornday-Friday with
_3amconfession"Look at you, baby, all gagged and bound like a slut," Dean says, voice colored with affection. "You like it, don't you? You're getting off on those ropes digging into your wrists, drawing blood."
Sam whimpers, shifting against the restraints.
His brother sucks in a breath, keeps talking. "Do you ever think about that, Sammy? We're the same; my blood is running through your veins right now, I can hear it," Dean stops, stepping forward into Sam's line of sight and leaning forward. "I wonder if it even tastes like mine. I know your spunk does--salty, thick, just a little bitter. Love the taste of you on my tongue, Sammy."
"Dean," Sam tries to moan through the cloth gag, because, God, this is just too much, too much, he can't take it. "Dean."
"You want me to untie you, huh? Want me to take that gag out and make you scream on my cock?"
He nods, quick and desperate.
"Too bad," Dean says, punishingly. "You're gonna come, just like this, baby, nothing touching your cock but the air. And you're gonna come hard, when I tell you to."
No, no, no, he can't.
"Yes, you can, and you will. I'll get you there, don't worry, but we're gonna play this my way," Dean says and sits back down on the bed across from where Sam is tied to the hotel room chair. He starts tugging slowly on his blood-heavy cock, lingering at the head and arching his hips obscenely. "Watch me, Sam, don't close your eyes."
Sam watches, helpless and mesmerized by the slick, easy slide of Dean's hand over his dick.
"D’you my favorite part of fucking you? I love watching you come apart, break into tiny little pieces that only I can put back together. You always make the hottest sound, Sam; gets me off every time. That one you make when I press my dick hard right behind your balls?”
Sam groans, guttural and low, before he can stop himself.
“Yeah, that one,” Dean pants, stroking faster now. “So fucking sexy, Sam. I’m so close.”
It’s all Sam can do to stave off his own orgasm. God, his brother is gorgeous, all sweat, precome and hard lines.
“Come on, little brother, come for me. Wanna see you come. Now.”
And he didn’t even know he could but fuck if anything like ‘can’ and ‘can’t’ ever stopped Dean when he really wanted something, and apparently he wants this a lot. Sam’s orgasm leaves him shaking and sobbing, cutting his bound wrists and ankles against the course ropes when he falls forward, unable to support his own weight.
“God, Sam, so fucking hot,” he hears Dean breathe, and then a shuddering gasp as Dean comes over his own fist.
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How about: Jared/Jensen...outdoors
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Jensen's panting, begging for Jared to just please, please fuck him and he doesn't even give a shit about his pride anymore because that fucking tongue is just idling along down there, teasing his ass with short, wet licks that aren't enough.
They've been out here for too long, hours it feels like, with Jensen bent over a tree stump, ass in the air like an offering. Jared is kneeling in the dirt, no doubt getting stains on the kness of his jeans (and, fuck that shouldn't be hot) with his fingers wrapped around the base of Jensen's cock like a vice and his mouth working over Jensen's hole, and he just can't take it.
Jen's babbling a steady stream of pleas and Jared's name--please, please, I'll do anything, jared, please, let me come--but Jared just won't be rushed, tightening his ridiculous, long fingers around Jensen's dick.
Without warning, Jared's tongue plunges deep and twists wickedly inside of him, hitting a nerve, and Jensen has to bite down on his own hand to keep from screaming. They may be in the middle of the woods, but the crew is just a ten-minute walk away and Jensen doesn't want anyone but Jared seeing him this strung out and fucked up.
Jensen is so focused on the slick slide of Jared's tongue in him that he doesn't notice the press of something cold against him until it's already inside, stretching him and burning so good he wants to cry. He doesn't know what it is, but he doesn't really care because it's just what he wants--thick and hard and blunt, pushing right up against his prostate and making him see stars.
It hurts at first, because Jared doesn't give him any time at all to get used to the stretch before he starts up a punishing rhythm, but as soon as Jensen's ass loosens enough, every stroke has him moaning and arching back. Almost enough, almost, but Jared still has his hand clenched at the base of Jensen's cock and he can't come.
Then Jared starts talking--gonna be a good boy, jen? gonna come when i tell you? so pretty like this, taste so good. you wanna come, baby?--and Jensen can't do anything but shudder helplessly and try to nod. Jared's so different when he's fucking, all low, controlled voice and capable hands, and it never fails to affect him.
Jared lets go of Jensen's cock, still steadily pressing that whatever-it-is into him and against his sweet spot, and leans forward to whisper--come on, come on, baby, let me hear you. And it's like flipping a switch, that permission, because Jensen's yelling and coming all over the tree stump and dirt in thick spurts, heedless of the camp just a mile off. When it's over, he slumps down, shivering with aftershocks in the cold, fresh air, and tries to breathe.
Whatever Jared used on him slips out with a wet sound and hands help him sit up, cup his cheek--so pretty, so good--then Jared's kissing him, slow and sweet, like he's in love. He tastes like musk and come, with that underlying hint of tang that means Jared, and Jensen feels like he's sitting on top of the world.
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Then Jared starts talking--gonna be a good boy, jen? gonna come when i tell you? so pretty like this, taste so good. you wanna come, baby?--and Jensen can't do anything but shudder helplessly and try to nod. Jared's so different when he's fucking, all low, controlled voice and capable hands, and it never fails to affect him.
This parapgraph had me squirming :D
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Yay for porn!
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And this sweet spot It just cracks me up everytime an author says that. Sorry, but *cackles uncontrollably*
The dirty talk was so friggin hot. *fans self* And the permission and holding off his orgasm? *melts* And also, you know, OUT IN PUBLIC SEX is awesome too. ;D
and he doesn't even give a shit about his pride anymore because that fucking tongue is just idling along down there, teasing his ass with short, wet licks that aren't enough nrrrrrgh
then Jared's kissing him, slow and sweet, like he's in love Awww, you made it all sweet and meaningful and not so much PWP...except that it is total, shameless PWP. < 3 ♥
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Ask robin1618 if you see her floating around. We were writing a part of our AU last night, and we'd just finished a porn scene, right? And then, *POOF* suddenly there is tenderness and schmoop. *hangs head*
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Also, I am a kinky bitch. I'm sure you've picked this up by now. There is very little that I won't write, and now that I know some of your seekrit weaknesses, you are doomed.
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AHAHAHAHAHA STOP It is way too early in the morning for that sort of language.
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...meaty rod of manly justice.
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Example 1) With that said, Brad reached for robs underware, only to discover that there is nothing down there, and all he gets is a hand full of Robs warm fuzzy balls.
Example 2) The two sit there, waiting for Brads ass to loosen up, finally it does.
Example 3) Brad lets out a little whimper, sending a flood of milky white man juice streaming up to Robs chin. No sooner then Brad is done shoving down, he feels a miniature earthquake coming from inside his colon. Rob lets out a loud grunt and shakes as Brad feels Rob hot man load dump all over the insides of his colon.
Example 4, and my personal favorite) Rob and Brad disconnect from each other and look at one another. Rob bends over, taking Brads still hard cock into his mouth, sucking the last bits of Brads salty man load from the tip. Brad launches another load of milky man juice into Robs ass, and pulls out. Rob looks at Brad and grabs his camera phone. Brad grabs the phone and snaps a picture of Robs expanded asshole, dripping with white juices. Rob grabs the phone and takes a picture of Brads still expanded asshole, which is also dripping man juices even though it has been almost a half hour since Rob got through with him.
Emphasis added for my own amusement. I only wish that I could be so creative. Imagine if gay men really did walk around with expanded ass holes after having sex…there’d be shit falling out everywhere. I think my little friend needs an anatomy lesson.
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*puts brain back together with super glue*
Ok a prompt, a prompt! .. hmmm
How about: Sam/Dean and Sam somehow has to dress like a girl muahahaha
♥
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"God, you're insane," Sam breathes, bucking his hips up against Dean's. "It's the fucking skirt, isn't it?"
"Shut up, Sam," Dean growls and pushes Sam harder back against the harsh brick wall. It hurts, the bricks are rough and keep cutting up Sam's hands and the back of his bare thighs, but Sam doesn't care as long as Dean keeps doing what he's doing.
Dean rolls his hips in some evil way and Sam has to slam his head back against the wall to keep from coming. God, everything feels different, more intense, with the folds of that ridiculous skirt tangling around his slick cock, rubbing almost to the point of pain. The cloth is rough, pilled with movement, and it just doesn't stop feeling good with every thrust of Dean's hips against his. Sam's sweating, shivering and he wants to beg but he can't find the breath to get the words out.
"Fuck, Sammy,so pretty," Dean whimpers, kissing a line against Sam's jaw and biting down on his ear. Sam tastes blood in the back of his throat and then he's coming, his orgasm wracking through him in waves, leaving him spent and clinging to Dean.
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"Shut up, Sam," Dean growls and pushes Sam harder back against the harsh brick wall.
...guh , I think I love you! ♥
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ps-- go, go look up in the comments, there is more porn!! *enables*
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More POrn!!!
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Or we'll just tell him Jensen specifically requested it ... yes that might even work , hmmm *plots*
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God, how many sentences can I start with "Because..." My English teacher must be dying somewhere right now.
Also, I only wrote out that whole big comment becuause I wanted to say va-jay-jay, heh.no subject
I...am babbling. Pls just stop reading if you don't want to hear me go on and on and on about Dean's character.
Personally, it seems to me that Dean is less interested in relationships, and more interested in just getting the hell off, and soon. They're constantly on the move, and have been ever seen Dean was really young. I can imagine that early on, he tried to have regular girlfriends, he tried to play the normal one, but he just had too much responsibility and too much dedication to (his father and) the cause.
And, well, he already loves Sam, doesn't he? It's pretty hard to even attempt to see it otherwise. Sam's the most important thing in his entire life, especially after John goes off on his own and Sam spends an entire year by his side. I can see that VERY MUCH messing with Dean's mind, having that one constant presence, who he loves so so much right there.
...i'm gonna shut up now.
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The first one made me go "aww". Jared's laugh just got sexier :D
The second one? OMFG! I love it. How wrong is it, that I get so turned on by them referring to each other as brothers during sex?
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Iiih, there's more pr0n in the comments!! *flails*
(if you feel like writing even more, my prompt would be "jealousy")
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Omg...all of these are ridiculously hot. Seriously. J2 outdoors...guh...I just have no words for that one. And Sam in a skirt...so not my thing, but you still made it absolutely HOT. I swear you are TRYING to kill me!!! Plus...Jared's laugh...hee! So cute and yet ridiculously hot. *nods*
You are fabulous!! Did I mention that I love you? *feeds you strawberries*
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“Zuh? There were 3 prompt fics? I can only remember the handcuffs…
Suffice to say, you had me at the beginning with the restraint kink you know I’ve got. Needless to say, I already loved this.
We're the same; my blood is running through your veins right now, I can hear it," "I wonder if it even tastes like mine. I know your spunk does--salty, thick, just a little bitter. Love the taste of you on my tongue, Sammy."
It’s all Sam can do to stave off his own orgasm. God, his brother is gorgeous, all sweat, precome and hard lines.
"D’you my favorite part of fucking you? I love watching you come apart, break into tiny little pieces that only I can put back together. You always make the hottest sound, Sam; gets me off every time. That one you make when I press my dick hard right behind your balls?”
ARJHSASDLGKFHJWEKHFJB *flail* pee/ess very hawt. Especially the line about blood and brothers, but I do believe we have already discussed this.
He nods, quick and desperate. I love everything this line implies. The emotion and the want behind the words.
blood-heavy cock This was like LOL and MMM all at the same time. \o/
"Too bad," Dean says, punishingly. "You're gonna come, just like this, baby, nothing touching your cock but the air. And you're gonna come hard, when I tell you to." I loved this line the best because it reminded me of one of the best lines of fanfiction I ever read in my entire life. The line is (because good pr0n needs to be shared amongst friends…):
so one night carlos pulled his tie off and instead of tossing it to the floor, he held sam still, wove it into a knot around sam's wrists, and kissed sam until he was squirming beneath him. then carlos held his body off sam's with his forearms against the sheets, spoke into sam's lips, said "make yourself come," and sam grated his body against carlos' until he did. So that line there just gets me every, single, time. And don’t I just love it? But your line of fic was similar and so reminded me of this line and yeah, now I’m just babbling, but you effect me in all the right ways.
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