#holysound

[traumamade]

@holysound sent [ CHIN ] .ft dean and leon

[ CHIN ]:          as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly.

He is not used to this. He's not used to the way Dean hooks a finger underneath his chin and treats him so tenderly with the way he lifts his chin. He is not used to being treated like he is made of glass or something to be cherished.

His head tilts slightly as thumb runs across his skin, he's not sure what to make of this. What the hell is he even doing and why is Leon soaking it up so much?

Breath hitches, he's touch starved, that's why. He's so damn touch starved that he'd accept any kind of touch at this point. Which is why he doesn't pull away.

There is booze on his breath, he may be a bit tipsy, but he's sober enough to know what's happening. Why, though, is beyond him.

"What are you doing?" He breathes softly, his voice does not hold the same sharpness it once did. It's soft, quiet, as if he thinks if he says the wrong thing that touch will go away completely.

[rclldamage]

The tavern downstairs had become a muffled mingle of noise. It was a small blessing since most of the wooden floorboards had been so thinly crafted that travelers could hear everything that went on downstairs. In the solace of the private room, Wyatt’s had felt comfortable enough to rest on the bed in the nude. His muscular frame lit by flickering candlelight. He could feel the knots in his body from the stress of travel, the training, and the nerves of the Oath he was to take in the coming days. It was enough to warrant him to bury his face in the pillows and disappear. But, the gods smiled on him and granted him a small reprieve.

He felt the slick oil against his smooth skin and the strong fingers that worked against the very knots that bundled up in his muscles. Strong hands that Wyatt would push into the moment the right spot had been worked and pulled out a very vocal moan. Gods, he needed those hands on his body. The pressure working down his broad shoulders, the center of his spine, and over the heft of his backside. A small chuckle and a hiss escaped him while Theodore worked. Wyatt felt relaxed. Each knot worked out sent a wave of euphoria throughout his body.

“Hm,” he uttered. Oh, his body reacted to the touch. Even as he sat up, rolled onto his back and looked up at the young man, it was rather evident how relaxed he had been. His member thick between his legs, engorged and pulsating with need as clear beads rolled in copious amounts down the heft of his shaft. His blue eyes burned brightly in the candlelight while he stared up at Theodore with the same crooked smile. Slowly, he took the man’s hand and guided it over the smooth plain of his stomach, over his chest and his arms.

Wyatt released him and sat up, grabbing him by the waist and manipulated him to sit in his lap. His arousal pressed strategically to the cleft of Theodore’s ass. He raised up and started to kiss, suckle and nip at the young man’s throat all while his large hand moved around to knead at one plump check. Tongue traced up, across the jaw and back down again over the man’s adam’s apple before he leaned back down, arm resting under his head. As he stared up at the man, he could hear the spirit bound to him whisper its desire to him. Wyatt obeyed.

Theodore would find himself on his back, legs spread around Wyatt’s thick waist, his arousal grinding slowly down into him as he moved his hips in slow circles. He hummed to himself, staring down at the man before a soft laugh escaped him and he lowered his head to whisper into his ear. “Beg me to own you,” he rumbled.

answered asked for @holysound.

[cxncordia]

Continuation of this — @holysound

The healer began by gradually rocking his hips, a soft and methodical approach that had Ben's hole tightening around his cock. Toño kept the hunter's thigh pressed to his chest, his free hand lightly gripping at the sheets beside Ben's head. He kept his eyes fixed on Ben's face, savoring every grunt and flinch. Ben, in turn, could feel himself unraveling with every thrust of Toño's cock. The healer's brown eyes met Ben's big blue eyes and in a second he was pressing his face against the other, seeking for their lips to meet again. Toño held Ben tight, pulling him closer while pushing back against him. The kiss was powerful and left the hunter's mouth swollen with tenderness.

"I don't want to break you," Toño admitted in a grunt as the other demanded to be used roughly. He hooked his arms beneath Ben's knees, spreading him wider and pushing deeper. "Your human body isn't used to such a huge cock." In comparison, Ben's length and girth seemed dwarfed by the massive latino shaft that was stretching him open. Nature had been gracious with Toño, dotting him with a thick seven incher that curved to hit all the right spots, covered in veins and a pair of hefty balls to match.

Toño began rolling his hips, thrusting his full weight into the hunter's tight ass. The bed creaked beneath them and the healer gave a grunt as he felt the muscles of Ben's hole squeezing him tighter. He loved the way Ben was reacting to him, how his hands grabbed at the bedsheets and his chest rose and fell with his hard breaths. There were moments where Ben couldn't handle the throbbing ache and Toño was ready to pull out, but after hearing how the other was demanding to be fucked, Toño dared not. "I don't want to break you—," Toño huffed again, leaning closer, breathing Ben's aroma and getting drunk on it. "—But if I have to, I will." And with that the Latino started moving his hips with a deep force, pushing his cock deep into the willing hole of the blonde's body. He began focusing on the sensations and soon his movements started to be less deep and more vigorous, aiming not just for pleasure but also to make sure that they'd both be sore afterwards. "T-tight!" Toño growled under his breath. "Just how I love it!"

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"are you going to keep flapping those lips or are you actually going to do something useful with that mouth?" .ft dean and jake

Jake had saved Dean Winchester's ass that night. Jake already had combat experience against various, things, from zombies, biorganic weapons, so killing a pair of werewolves that were about to do guts to a beautiful ass and a beautiful pair of plump pink lips perfect for sucking cock, is something Jake simply couldn't allow. So in a burst of bullets, Jake finished the fucking bastards off. And in return, Dean invited him a couple of drinks in his motel room.

And while the cold beer and a good talk was a good reward for a few moments, he could see the way Dean looked at his shirtless body, shirt which had been stained with blood, so Jake had taken it off. His body was muscular, it glistened faintly in the light of that room thanks to the small layer of sweat that covered his torso and a flirtatious smile appeared on his face as he said that sentence while he unbuttoned his jeans and looked at the hunter.

“Come on. You're practically drooling over me, man. Besides…” Jake slipped his hand inside his jeans, starting to jerk and stroke his bulge in front of Dean as he looked up at him. Tempting him. “… I haven't been able to empty my balls for a couple of weeks, hell, if not months. And those pink fat dick-sucking lips would look beautiful on my cock. I saved your ass, so it would be more than fair for you to let me eat it and fuck it don't you think?”

Jake commented as he finally lowered the zipper and pulled out his huge cock, rock hard, a bushy clump of pubic hair around the base, thick just like the can of beer he just drank, a pair of heavy big balls and with a couple of veins around them, throbbing with excitement.

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[spitbullets]

❛ wanna try a new position? ❜ soapy and piers

🐝  *  ―  𝑨𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻.

Soap's eyes rolled until he was looking at Piers. "Ye' think you're so fuckin' funny," he grumbled under his breath. Yes, it was boring as hell laid here on the roof on sniper duty when nothing was happening but he could live without the double entendre jokes. "Fine, you wanna switch positions and have your dick in the dirt, be my guest." Sitting up he took the binoculars off Piers and nodded for him to get down beside the rifle. "Go on, ye' smart arse."

[bigidiotenergy]

❛ you can call me whatever you want, baby. ❜ .ft loki and shade

more smut

PEST.

It's all that he can acquaint to the modern-day gods; having faded from their rule of the Earth as centuries passed. Shade had had his fair share of encounters with these 'gods'. No matter who had come his way— all the celestial could think of was how their presence and reign could never even come close to his own. In the end, they'd succumb to the Darkness alongside the mortals.

Despite Shade's clear grievances with those equating themselves to the likes of him— there seemed to be some unspoken agreement that he would not target them, even if the power that would come with such a thing would be worth far more than what mortals could provide. They take that agreement, that compromise, and mistake it for immunity. They can't even begin to comprehend the vision Shade has for their end.

That to say, Shade has the unfortunate pleasure of meeting the God of Mischief. He's aware of his antics. And it seems that despite the time that has passed since their first meeting, Loki has yet to realize that all the celestial could do was look down upon him.

"You address me by Shade or King, runt." He'll hiss out. Arms remain behind his back to indicate that the only threatening to be done was through his harsh words.

[thedickgraysonrp]

[ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 ]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 ft. Roy

"What?"

To say Roy's request came as a surprise to Dick would be a slightly wrong assumption. That is not to say it wasn't, but it was not a surprise that had completely taken Dick off guard. Roy was one of his best friends in the world, and though the two of them were down one another's throats with their occasional banters some of the time, he never really figured that they would be doing it literally.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't think about it. Roy was a ridiculously handsome man, and the fact he took care of himself and kept in shape despite his parental duties was even more attractive. He had acknowledged this sexual tension between the two of them for some time; the stolen glances, the bite of lip that would happen every so often, brushing of shoulders as they walked by one another or the fact they both sat a few inches too close to each other when on the same couch.

So, when Roy was asking to touch him, Dick felt more thrilled than anything. "I, uh... I mean," his cheeks gradually flushed a scarlet red tint, "Y-Yeah. Yes, you can. Heh, I can't say I haven't been thinking about doing the same for some time." It was one thing to be good friends, and another to take a step beyond.

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💬 rumor has it jason has never been with another man before. total virgin.

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@holysound

First out of Jason's mouth was a laugh, and he shook his head a little at the end. His smirk slanted away from his scar, a long-formed habit, green eyes glinting with mirth and intrigue. "Not true at all. Might not 've had anything long-term yet, but I have had some pretty good nights."

A beat, and a quieter chuckle in the back of his throat, one hand skimming fingertips over the buzzed sides of his hair. There, too, the interrupting presence of that long ragged scar was ignored. "...Guess I do kinda give off that 'studied the blade while everyone got laid' vibe, huh?" Frankly, he thought there was nothing wrong with being focused, but he'd seen how it made people think he never relaxed.

[iviaw]

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there  was  something  that  was  an  odd  concept  for  lincoln  bradbury.  the  concept  of  being  dishonest.  he  bends  the  truth  when  needed ,  keeps  information  vague  for  his  own  reasons  or  to  keep  those  he  cares  for  safe.  when  asked  by  one  of  the  infamous  winchesters  what  he  believed ,  what  he  thought  about  him  . . .  lincoln  thought  he  had  been  as  transparent  as  possible  with  the  brothers.  both  sam  . . .  and  dean.  the  man  who  carried  the  weight  of  his  own  sin  and  his  brothers.

for  a  moment ,  he  was  quiet  as  he  studied  the  man  before  him.  eyes  sweeping  over  his  strong  physique  and  stoic  features  that  still  held  a  hint  of  youth  despite  his  age  and  stress  that  settled  around  his  eyes.  honesty.  lincoln  was  honest  to  a  fault ,  sometimes  it  would  put  him  into  trouble.  but ,  he  often  lived  in  that  violence.

“  if  ya  heart  weren’t  noble ,  “  linc  said  in  a  slow  drawl ,  “  i’d  rip  it  out  and  eat  it.  but ,  despite  bein’  a  sinner ,  ya  a  good  man.  stubborn.  attractive.  a  gun  ready  t’  go  off ,  “  he  grinned  and  leaned  forward  with  his  hands  clasped  in  front  of  him.  “  wonder  what  ya’d  be  like  if  ya  weren’t  so  coiled  up  but  putain, tu  es  plus  désirable  avec  la  mort  dans  les  yeux.  “

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[sinfulpaladin]

❝ you’ve got a backbone, and the makings of a leader. ❞ .ft alucard and mizrak

"Lead? No..." Mizrak shook his head.

"I am no leader. I was raised to follow orders, to keep the peace and do the bidding of God. That has always been my role - to serve."

[taleswritten]

@holysound sent ❝ would you like to cum? do you think you’ve earned it? ❞ .ft dean and leon

BDSM PROMPTS||Hella accepting tbh

He's never been edged so much in his goddamn life. It's both torture and wonderful all at once. Those sounds he makes only seems to spur Dean on to tease him in any way he can. Every time he gets close, Dean seems to stop.

Leon knows exactly what he wants and while it takes quite a bit to get Leon to swallow his pride, he is so needy that pride is the last thing on his mind. Pride had gone out the window when he started to whimper.

"Fuck." Leon breathes in response, rocking his hips to grind against that palm around him in a desperate attempt to gather more pleasure but he knows that he won't get his release until he begs.

So, he will.

"Nnngh. I've been good, haven't I?" Well, maybe not at first, but he is now - right? "Please. Dean. Let me cum. Please."

[rclldamage]

Should he care or send help to claim the young man ? Since the moment he had tracked the fiend to the location and saw Roy impressed, bound with coarse ropes, he had fought the instinct to allow the young man to remain bound. Elijah was no champion for those in need of aid. He was a man who was cursed by the very power he wielded to save him. Yet, the blood that ran through his body sang to a higher calling. Even the guardian who whispered to him urged him to save the man. Allow him to live and continue and thrive. To him, his celestial blood was the curse. Ancestry locking him away to a path that most believed he should follow without question. It was only a few seconds, but stretched on for an eternity for him.

Fuck, he growled under his breath. His fingers gripped the shaft of the glaive so tightly that knuckles turned pale and appeared pale red with the glowing crackle of red electricity that hummed and snapped from the metal of the blade. He peered over his shoulder at the man. Elijah could still find a use for him and there could be a reward for his return. Slowly, he stepped over the dead fiend and approached Roy with his weapon spinning between his callous fingers - striking the bindings that held Roy and cutting him free. Quickly, he pulled forward and caught him as he collapsed into his strong arms. Spinning his body, Elijah lowered to his knee and took the man with him, leaning him against his thigh and peering down at him with a coy smile.

“ Today is your lucky day,” Elijah mused, “I often charge extra for recuse and … “ He trailed off, a warm light emitting from his palm while he ran it slowly down from the man’s throat to rest on his stomach. Slowly, the radiant energies provided by his celestial bloodline melded into Roy’s skin and pulsated throughout his form, healing him of his minor injuries, “ a chance to have me feel you up. “ His hand ran back over his torso to rest at his throat, thumb rested against his pulse. “ Unless you have a fetish for being tied down.” 

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[cxncordia]

Continuation of this — @holysound

That morning he had tried to meditate all evening, trying to find his own center but try as he might something was not working. Somebody in the mansion was not in the right mood. And quite a shame, Addison thought, because he had planned a serene morning at one of his favorite spots around Charles' mansion: the large spot in the garden that rarely anyone visited. None of the other X-men came here and certainly none of the other kids he instructed in the school could find him. It was his paradise. And yet, something was bothering him. What was this thing that was pushing and pulling his brain? Or more importantly, who was it? The mental waves felt like a humming sound, throbbing his brain and thus, the psychic tried to find the source of the problem.

His beautiful brown shoes began walking through the house, trying to find the source of this strange noise. As closer as he moved, he began to realize that these were not ordinary brain waves, there was frustration and pleasure mixed along. Maybe it could be the famous morning wood or maybe some nice breakfast playtime. Smirk, that is when he found the guy... and well, it was absolutely NOT what he was planning. NO, it wasn't just a morning wood... it was far more tantalizing than that.

And it only took a quick glance for Addison to store the mental image. Oh, was he going to touch himself to that. Teddy reacted quickly and tossed the pillow, which was stopped at mid air with Addison's psychic abilities. While the blonde had tucked himself away inside the warm and comforting bedsheets, the brunette stayed wearing his usual tight-fitting white buttoned-up shirt with black slacks, watching Teddy struggle more and more. The pillow was returned to Teddy then, to usher him some form of dignity. "So you were the one messing up with my morning routine," Addison added, taking a step in. "Hey, kid, if you want so desperately to be fucked that everyone in the mansion can feel your brainwaves, you just needed to ask." Addison closed the door behind him and then began walking towards Teddy. "I'll give you two options here," the professor continued. "I can either give you what you seek in a physical form, but it's very likely everyone will hear us, or—" a sly of his hand and a hole ripped open in the middle of the room, where a large luxurious bedroom awaited. "—You can join me in my Mind Palace, where I will make sure to dispel all those pesky horny thoughts." Addison tossed him one of those winning smirks. "Your choice."

[optimisticrobin]

“Stop being so stubborn and just let me patch you up!” .ft roy and dick

Angsty Injury Starters

"I'm not being stubborn."

He was, he was just too stubborn to admit it. Ironic, right? He just didn't like people seeing him vulnerable, especially his team. He was their leader, after all. The fearless Boy Wonder. He wasn't supposed to get hurt. At least, they weren't supposed to see him get hurt. Alfred was usually the one to tend to his injuries.

It was his own fault. He'd been too caught up in his own head instead of focusing on the mission. He hadn't been paying attention and he'd taken a couple of nasty hits he could have easily avoid.

Bruce would be disappointed in him. It seemed he was always disappointed in him these days. They'd been arguing a lot these days. Bruce thought he was spending too much time with the Titans and was neglecting his duties in Gotham as a result.

Maybe he was, but being part of the team was so liberating. They weren't just sidekicks when they were together – they were friends. Equals. They didn't have adults thinking they knew everything.

"Besides, the cuts aren't deep enough for stitches. I just need to clean 'em and I'll be fine."

[spitbullets]

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@holysound asked: 👀 .ft piers and chris

Was it a uniform kink if you were also wearing a uniform? Normally, a uniform didn't get Chris going. If anything he was usually on the receiving end of it, back in his Air Force and then later RPD days, women threw themselves at him, not realizing they were barking up the completely wrong tree. To this day, Piers was the only man in uniform to hold his attention. Maybe it was the added keffiyeh, but it was probably just the fact that it was Piers. That alone made it a guilty pleasure. Chris had been in the armed forces longer than he hadn't been and he took it seriously. Ogling a subordinate was a major offense but he couldn't but stare sometimes. Respectfully of course.

It wasn't until he was alone that he let the racier thoughts spiral. Unbuckling all that heavy gear off Piers' slightly smaller frame, knowing how good that felt himself. You felt lighter physically and mentally. How Piers would sigh with relief and their lips would brush as Chris grabbed him by his belt loops. pulling and pushing him into different positions just to kiss him again, rut up against him, and let himself paw at the fabric of that damn uniform. So familiar but so aggravating as well, covering the golden skin he was so keen to kiss and suck and bite. All the grabbing and tearing until seams gave Piers' lean body was exposed to him, spread out beneath him, desperate and willing, wanting Chris as much as Chris wanted him. After that, it was just various positions he could get Piers in while he was naked save for his boots and scarf.

[bigidiotenergy]

❛ don’t even think about it. ❜ .ft steve rogers and billy russo

the punisher.

"What? Me?" There's a playful chuckle as both hands are suspended in the air. They feign compliance. ... as much compliance as that of the hand still holding his bowie knife. Say, it is quite the surprise when the one true Captain America has come to stop him. Rogers wasn't quite the vet that Jigsaw was gunning for, but as he directs him to not think at all... he can't help but make his mind wander.

He wonders what it'd take for Captain America to scream.

There were two henchmen at his side. The others must have been defeated on the trek here. How unfortunate. As the man before them should make any reasonable man shake in his boots, Jigsaw only saw ample opportunity.

"You mean... think about gunning down all the hostages? Slaughtering them all like pigs just because? Innocent families? Wives? Children?" He's sure it's bound to get under Steve's skin just as much as it gets down in Frank Castle's. They're simple men when it comes down to it. "No... I wouldn't think about doing that at all. YOU, on the other hand... what's a little more blood on your hands, hm?"