*does the layout boogie*
I HAVE A NEW LAYOUT. BE AMAZED, GREEN WITH ENVY.
In order to properly thank
scarlett_o for her awesome awesomeness (and for not chopping my head off when I was being picky), a hand!porn picspam, featuring Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki.
If you click, they get bigger. Oh, um, and ps--make sure you're sitting down.
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AND ALSO a ficlet.
Title: It Takes a Lover
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Fisting. PWP.
Wordcount: Around 600
Notes: For
scarlett_o--bwahah, I know your weakness!!
It’s not like they have a signal or some kind of stupid hanky code about it all, it’s just a sort of nudge with an elbow or quirk of a brow, like, Hey, you wanna? and they know.
During lunch that afternoon, Jared raises his eyebrows and touches his foot to the back of Jensen’s knee. Jensen’s hand brushes Jared’s on the way to the salt. Yeah, I wanna.
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“Come on, Jen, you can take it,” Jared coos sweetly against the curve of Jensen’s hip as he tucks his pinky against his other fingers and presses in, “come on.”
It hurts for a second, a slow burn, and then Jensen’s moaning low and pushing back against Jared’s hand like he can’t get enough. It’s always like this, no matter how many times they do it, skirting that line of pain and pleasure until Jensen can’t tell which way is up and which way is Texas. Jared’s hand is wide and warm in him, those rosy knuckles hitting every sensitive nerve Jensen has, and god, what is his thumb doing?
“Gonna make it feel so good, baby,” he mumbles, and then his fingers are curling wickedly up against Jensen’s sweet spot and his thumb is pressing hard against his perineum.
Just like that, and Jensen’s screaming, arching his back off the bed because it feels so good he almost can’t take it. His vision is whiting out around the edges, and his throat is starting to hurt from all this shouting, but all he can focus on is the feeling of Jared’s fucking huge hand inside him, playing him like a finely tuned instrument.
“You want my fist?” Jared asks quietly, trailing kisses up Jensen’s sweaty chest so he’s face-to-face with him, finally. “You want it all?”
Jensen moans, imagining that fist fucking into him, stretching him so far open he’s split in half. “Please, please,” he pants, hands coming up to clutch at Jared’s broad shoulders. He digs his nails in when Jared smiles and slides his fingers out of him.
“So fuckin’ pretty when you beg, Jen,” he says, and then he’s pushing back in with his entire hand now, and, fuck had Jensen actually asked for this? It hurts more than anything, and he can feel his muscles clenching up, making it worse, but he can’t relax. “Shh, calm down,” Jared soothes, pausing to let Jensen adjust and leaning in to kiss him.
It's enough, Jared's lips and tongue distracting Jensen like nothing else, and by the time Jared pulls back, lips spit-slick and red from Jensen's teeth, Jensen's ass is clenching around Jared's fist for an entirely different reason. He pushes down, trembling and moaning, his hard cock bouncing up against his stomach and leaving a wet smear. He can feel Jared's pulse against him, thumping slow and steady. It's sexy as hell, and he's so close he can taste it.
Then, Jared starts moving--tiny flicks of his wrist, a twitch of his thumb right there, twisting his entire fist side to side just like that--and it's too much, Jensen's coming with a yell, shooting over his own chest and Jared's stomach in big, white spurts.
When he comes back to himself a few minutes later, still shaking with aftershocks, Jared is quietly stroking his hair, petting him like a newborn kitten. Something in his stomach twists and warms under the careful attention, so sweetly tender. He whispers something that might be I love you, but quiet enough that maybe Jared didn't hear, and buries his head in the soft, homey curve of Jared's shoulder.
So, yeah, hope you liked it, scarlett. AND THANKS!!!!
In order to properly thank
If you click, they get bigger. Oh, um, and ps--make sure you're sitting down.
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AND ALSO a ficlet.
Title: It Takes a Lover
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Fisting. PWP.
Wordcount: Around 600
Notes: For
It’s not like they have a signal or some kind of stupid hanky code about it all, it’s just a sort of nudge with an elbow or quirk of a brow, like, Hey, you wanna? and they know.
During lunch that afternoon, Jared raises his eyebrows and touches his foot to the back of Jensen’s knee. Jensen’s hand brushes Jared’s on the way to the salt. Yeah, I wanna.
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“Come on, Jen, you can take it,” Jared coos sweetly against the curve of Jensen’s hip as he tucks his pinky against his other fingers and presses in, “come on.”
It hurts for a second, a slow burn, and then Jensen’s moaning low and pushing back against Jared’s hand like he can’t get enough. It’s always like this, no matter how many times they do it, skirting that line of pain and pleasure until Jensen can’t tell which way is up and which way is Texas. Jared’s hand is wide and warm in him, those rosy knuckles hitting every sensitive nerve Jensen has, and god, what is his thumb doing?
“Gonna make it feel so good, baby,” he mumbles, and then his fingers are curling wickedly up against Jensen’s sweet spot and his thumb is pressing hard against his perineum.
Just like that, and Jensen’s screaming, arching his back off the bed because it feels so good he almost can’t take it. His vision is whiting out around the edges, and his throat is starting to hurt from all this shouting, but all he can focus on is the feeling of Jared’s fucking huge hand inside him, playing him like a finely tuned instrument.
“You want my fist?” Jared asks quietly, trailing kisses up Jensen’s sweaty chest so he’s face-to-face with him, finally. “You want it all?”
Jensen moans, imagining that fist fucking into him, stretching him so far open he’s split in half. “Please, please,” he pants, hands coming up to clutch at Jared’s broad shoulders. He digs his nails in when Jared smiles and slides his fingers out of him.
“So fuckin’ pretty when you beg, Jen,” he says, and then he’s pushing back in with his entire hand now, and, fuck had Jensen actually asked for this? It hurts more than anything, and he can feel his muscles clenching up, making it worse, but he can’t relax. “Shh, calm down,” Jared soothes, pausing to let Jensen adjust and leaning in to kiss him.
It's enough, Jared's lips and tongue distracting Jensen like nothing else, and by the time Jared pulls back, lips spit-slick and red from Jensen's teeth, Jensen's ass is clenching around Jared's fist for an entirely different reason. He pushes down, trembling and moaning, his hard cock bouncing up against his stomach and leaving a wet smear. He can feel Jared's pulse against him, thumping slow and steady. It's sexy as hell, and he's so close he can taste it.
Then, Jared starts moving--tiny flicks of his wrist, a twitch of his thumb right there, twisting his entire fist side to side just like that--and it's too much, Jensen's coming with a yell, shooting over his own chest and Jared's stomach in big, white spurts.
When he comes back to himself a few minutes later, still shaking with aftershocks, Jared is quietly stroking his hair, petting him like a newborn kitten. Something in his stomach twists and warms under the careful attention, so sweetly tender. He whispers something that might be I love you, but quiet enough that maybe Jared didn't hear, and buries his head in the soft, homey curve of Jared's shoulder.
So, yeah, hope you liked it, scarlett. AND THANKS!!!!

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fisting. shouldn't be as hot as it is...
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Okay, now I understand the true love that is hand!porn. Those boys are just sex all around.
And fic? Yummm.
*sneaks back out of journal*
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Me and my porny-ness miss you!! ♥
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um...you and Jared officially own my soul...forever. end of story.
damnit! I'm never going to be able to look at his hands and NOT think of this...
*runs off to reread*
also...listening to Louis XIV while reading this...not good for my panties
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I mean. Um.
Hand!porn is good for the soul. Srsly, it's like, a sacrement or something. Especially with Jared's hands, 'cause GUH.
*smooches you*
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There really is a lack of fisting fic out there. I guess a lot of people sort of shy away from it. Although, really, considering all the kinky shit fandom spews out, I'm surprised fisting's the back breaker.
*hugs* M'still glad you liked it, and I firmly maintain that you deserve it after all my whining. :D
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....uh...i'll be in my bunk.
yes.
*gives you cookies and humps your leg*
have i told you lately that i love you?
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Also, Why is fisting so hot?
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And, um, I think it's because there are hands involved, and hands are ALWAYS hot. Especially when they're Jared's.
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I was drinking some water when I started reading, and well, I ended up molesting the bottle :P
Love your LO. The green is so pretty, and teh Jensen, and the John Mayer lyrics... I am jealous :)
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Thank you! I love it too. *snuggles it*
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My god, those fingers, so long, just so...sorry where was I?
I wouldn't be surprised if I had scorch marks on the panties, you're evil, and I love it.
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Between the hand!picspam and the ficlet...
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Um..wasn't me. *whistles*
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And you my TEASE Killed me
*pouts*
You left me all alone
And i wanted you soooo
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This, however, did satisfy it for the moment. ;-D
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And Jensen has pretty hands :D
Thx for the pics!
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Glad you liked it all! ♥
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Like the hand porn pic-spam wasn't squirm-worthy enough now I'm going to be distracted all day with the images from this fic.
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There is not enough hot fisting (good written fisting) to go around.
-clings- Very smexy!!!
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adsfdsafjdl;lkeflkdjfdlkj JESUS!
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