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Such cheap porn. I'm ashamed of myself in the morning light.
Porn Exercise: Credit to celes720
1#
Rock hard in her frantic hand, wet and glistening. She strokes it faster and faster. His head is thrown back in naked ecstasy, moaning and trying to be quiet about it. Needy sounds from both of them, horny sounds. She lowers her head above his cock, not touching, not reaching, just speeding up her hand movements, just so, just the way he likes it - just perfect - she's so pretty with her lips painted pink, tantalisingly close, teasing but never touching - he comes, hot and spurting so it hits her in the face but she doesn't flinch, she's just licking it, tasting him. He groans. Looks up to see himself in the mirror, alone in the room, come drips and messes his pretty pink lipstick. He'll have to find a way to wash the wig, too. But it was worth it.
Fandom: Sorority Boys
Characters: Adina/Adam
Inspiring fridgeporn:
naked ecstasy
so pretty
rock hard
in her frantic hand
*
2#
So hot, almost fevered. As his hand touched Lionel's cock almost reverently, Feegan grinned at the buffet spread before him. The older man was lying prone on his back, hands crossed behind his head, cock standing proud and just waiting for the willing boy to satisfy himself on it. Feegan kissed Lionel and then turned his back, straddling his lover to sink slowly and let Lionel's cock penetrate his pink hole, filling him, in full view of the other man. He could only imagine what it was like from Lionel's angle, seeing everything as it was happening. Reaching - Feegan gasped when fingers touched his ass, tentative at first but then kneading, rubbing, pinching. He could feel his skin heat up to match the fire inside him, and started rising and sinking back in languidly, Lionel's hands never leaving his ass and sides.
Fandom: Smallville Journals - sv_journals
Characters: Lionel, Feegan. Dedication: rontgenkatze
Inspiring fridgeporn:
willing boy
satisfy
your pink hole
on his fevered cock
*
3#
Golden beauty, like some Greek God, athletic, well read, educated, posh accent, rich parents, everything, textbook case of the perfect boy, always, always perfect. Good and kind and very much a *light* person. I see him standing in the shadows, beckoning me. I go to him, let him taste of my darkness and convince himself it's his, always was his, that it was him who was corrupting me. I let him think that, enjoy it; revel in his "wickedness". Revel in my body. Hard and naughty and sneaky, he comes sweet wet cream on my skin and groans words into my ears, words I'm unused to, words of love. I miss a step, miss a beat, and before I know it he's not in my darkness anymore and I'm drawn after him into his light.
Fandom: Buffy
Characters: Giles, Ethan. Dedication: ceruleancat
Inspiring fridgeporn:
his golden beauty
always perfect
sweet wet cream
on my skin
*
4#
This is why I do this. I like to make the boy beg, ache for it. He doesn't bow down before my powers; only this makes him kneel, open up. Want it. This is what makes him go wild with the third finger, when he knows I'm not just preparing him, when he realises I have something special planned for tonight. When he's getting ready, relaxing, letting me in, letting my fist do that to him. He makes high keening noises. He shudders and then moans when he comes, and that's when he's at his weakest, when by all rights I should be taking advantage, take from him what I can, but I don't. Because just then he's also at his strongest and I can't spoil this, this almost sacred, almost holy moment.
"Next time, Ezekiel," I whisper when he's already asleep, tired, blissful smile on his haggard face. "Next time."
Fandom: Brimstone.
Characters: Zeke, Lucifer. Dedication: ceruleancat
Inspiring fridgeporn:
make the boy beg
ache
wild for this fist
*
5#
"Spread him."
Terse command, voice rasped over the speaker phone or maybe he's just as excited as I am and hides it a bit better.
"Describe what you see."
I do. "Full bottom... bare cheeks... velvet pucker." I moan when I say that, pressing my finger gently against the item in question and I'm rewarded with a lovely noise from the man under me, and then an echo from the phone. Beautiful symphony to my ears, to combine with the taste, scent, *feel* of the man I'm now fingering, wet noises of lube and skin signal to the man on the other side of the line...
"Mount him."
I do, and as I do our instructor, our master, tells me, "Push inside his - "
I groan, "Perfect,"
and he finishes, " - hole."
The three of us moan together and it's so close to coming together, the closest we can be when he's away.
Fandom: *Possible* Smallville Journals - sv_journals, or maybe X-files
Characters: *Could be* Feegan, Dominic, Lionel. Or M/K/Sk. Dedication: rontgenkatze & joanne_c
Inspiring fridgeporn:
spread him
full bottom
bare cheeks
velvet pucker
mount
push inside his perfect hole
*
6#
The pills are like sweet candy, swallowed joyfully, a child's play, small and round and white and so smooth, going down his throat and soon enough he dances, he plays, he smiles at everyone. He *is* candy, he's sweet and everyone likes him. Everyone dances with him. Everyone - no, just this one - just this one takes him away from everyone and showers him with kisses that are like candy, that are sweet, and smooth, that taste vaguely of raspberry. Takes him to the bathroom, on the way to the stall he sees a pink bar of soap by the sink and that, too, is candy-like and so, so pretty. He smiles at the mirror, at the sink, and then he's in the stall and the door closes. He looks up to the light bulb and it's the shiniest candy ever. He's being kissed again and it's like velvet, like velvet on his mouth, so soft. Lips go lower, on his chest over the metallic fabric of the half open shirt, go lower, on his cock, pink on darker pink, tongue licking like it's candy. He's screaming in ecstasy.
When he opens the door and the person who was there with him slinks away, his dad is standing by the mirror, by the soap, and Lex thinks he sees contempt on Lionel's face. But that too is sweet, candy-like, play-like. And only for a blink of an eye Lex is clear enough to see worry and infinite sadness, and then the candy obscures his sight again.
Fandom: Smallville
Characters: Lex, Lionel, some person
Inspiring fridgeporn:
sweet candy
of your velvet mouth
screaming in ecstasy
*
7#
"Worship me, my golden lovely," he said, aura shining so brightly a mere mortal would've had to look aside lest they burn.
I'm not a mere mortal. His beauty does not hurt my eyes, my mind.
"For your pleasure," I bowed. For his pleasure. I gave him that. But he wanted more. He wanted to be the only one worshipped. He wanted it all. And I couldn't give that. I wanted us to be equal, or if not equal, I just wanted him, maybe, to pretend. To let me hold on to that illusion.
I worshipped and I pleased. I gave and he accepted. I wanted more. He couldn't tolerate that.
I've only ever loved *him*. And it was a long, long time ago.
Fandom: *Possibly* Brimstone
Characters: God, Lucifer. Dedication: ceruleancat
Inspiring fridgeporn:
worship my
golden lovely
his beauty
for your pleasure
*
8#
Your faces are close, so close you can see the wrinkles around his eyes through the cowl. Eyes that narrow as he fills you, hot human cock inside a Martian body that perhaps wasn't built for that. Open, spread, naked, body twisting, changing from the humanoid, almost-normal-for-earth form to your more reptilian self and back, hidden from plain sight by the long black cape more than by the relative loneliness. The two of you are alone here in the tower but you always feel exposed in the face of all the stars glimmering in the vast window.
His mind is brimming over with dark images, negative, hurtful feelings, and everlasting residue of pain that always lurks in the background, much like the man himself, waiting to come out and strike at the slightest provocation. He cares for you and you wouldn't be able to recognise romantic love anyway, but you can feel that he wants you, needs you to be what you are. And so you reach into his mind and twist yourself around it, reach to grasp his biceps with claws and your wide eyes sparkle red. He moans and kisses your mouth as if trying to breathe you. You breathe him back.
This love is always agony.
Fandom: Justice League
Characters: Batman, Martian Manhunter. Dedication: ceruleancat
Inspiring fridgeporn:
your faces close
as he fills you
open
spread
naked
this love is always agony
*
Porn Exercise: Credit to celes720
1#
Rock hard in her frantic hand, wet and glistening. She strokes it faster and faster. His head is thrown back in naked ecstasy, moaning and trying to be quiet about it. Needy sounds from both of them, horny sounds. She lowers her head above his cock, not touching, not reaching, just speeding up her hand movements, just so, just the way he likes it - just perfect - she's so pretty with her lips painted pink, tantalisingly close, teasing but never touching - he comes, hot and spurting so it hits her in the face but she doesn't flinch, she's just licking it, tasting him. He groans. Looks up to see himself in the mirror, alone in the room, come drips and messes his pretty pink lipstick. He'll have to find a way to wash the wig, too. But it was worth it.
Fandom: Sorority Boys
Characters: Adina/Adam
Inspiring fridgeporn:
naked ecstasy
so pretty
rock hard
in her frantic hand
*
2#
So hot, almost fevered. As his hand touched Lionel's cock almost reverently, Feegan grinned at the buffet spread before him. The older man was lying prone on his back, hands crossed behind his head, cock standing proud and just waiting for the willing boy to satisfy himself on it. Feegan kissed Lionel and then turned his back, straddling his lover to sink slowly and let Lionel's cock penetrate his pink hole, filling him, in full view of the other man. He could only imagine what it was like from Lionel's angle, seeing everything as it was happening. Reaching - Feegan gasped when fingers touched his ass, tentative at first but then kneading, rubbing, pinching. He could feel his skin heat up to match the fire inside him, and started rising and sinking back in languidly, Lionel's hands never leaving his ass and sides.
Fandom: Smallville Journals - sv_journals
Characters: Lionel, Feegan. Dedication: rontgenkatze
Inspiring fridgeporn:
willing boy
satisfy
your pink hole
on his fevered cock
*
3#
Golden beauty, like some Greek God, athletic, well read, educated, posh accent, rich parents, everything, textbook case of the perfect boy, always, always perfect. Good and kind and very much a *light* person. I see him standing in the shadows, beckoning me. I go to him, let him taste of my darkness and convince himself it's his, always was his, that it was him who was corrupting me. I let him think that, enjoy it; revel in his "wickedness". Revel in my body. Hard and naughty and sneaky, he comes sweet wet cream on my skin and groans words into my ears, words I'm unused to, words of love. I miss a step, miss a beat, and before I know it he's not in my darkness anymore and I'm drawn after him into his light.
Fandom: Buffy
Characters: Giles, Ethan. Dedication: ceruleancat
Inspiring fridgeporn:
his golden beauty
always perfect
sweet wet cream
on my skin
*
4#
This is why I do this. I like to make the boy beg, ache for it. He doesn't bow down before my powers; only this makes him kneel, open up. Want it. This is what makes him go wild with the third finger, when he knows I'm not just preparing him, when he realises I have something special planned for tonight. When he's getting ready, relaxing, letting me in, letting my fist do that to him. He makes high keening noises. He shudders and then moans when he comes, and that's when he's at his weakest, when by all rights I should be taking advantage, take from him what I can, but I don't. Because just then he's also at his strongest and I can't spoil this, this almost sacred, almost holy moment.
"Next time, Ezekiel," I whisper when he's already asleep, tired, blissful smile on his haggard face. "Next time."
Fandom: Brimstone.
Characters: Zeke, Lucifer. Dedication: ceruleancat
Inspiring fridgeporn:
make the boy beg
ache
wild for this fist
*
5#
"Spread him."
Terse command, voice rasped over the speaker phone or maybe he's just as excited as I am and hides it a bit better.
"Describe what you see."
I do. "Full bottom... bare cheeks... velvet pucker." I moan when I say that, pressing my finger gently against the item in question and I'm rewarded with a lovely noise from the man under me, and then an echo from the phone. Beautiful symphony to my ears, to combine with the taste, scent, *feel* of the man I'm now fingering, wet noises of lube and skin signal to the man on the other side of the line...
"Mount him."
I do, and as I do our instructor, our master, tells me, "Push inside his - "
I groan, "Perfect,"
and he finishes, " - hole."
The three of us moan together and it's so close to coming together, the closest we can be when he's away.
Fandom: *Possible* Smallville Journals - sv_journals, or maybe X-files
Characters: *Could be* Feegan, Dominic, Lionel. Or M/K/Sk. Dedication: rontgenkatze & joanne_c
Inspiring fridgeporn:
spread him
full bottom
bare cheeks
velvet pucker
mount
push inside his perfect hole
*
6#
The pills are like sweet candy, swallowed joyfully, a child's play, small and round and white and so smooth, going down his throat and soon enough he dances, he plays, he smiles at everyone. He *is* candy, he's sweet and everyone likes him. Everyone dances with him. Everyone - no, just this one - just this one takes him away from everyone and showers him with kisses that are like candy, that are sweet, and smooth, that taste vaguely of raspberry. Takes him to the bathroom, on the way to the stall he sees a pink bar of soap by the sink and that, too, is candy-like and so, so pretty. He smiles at the mirror, at the sink, and then he's in the stall and the door closes. He looks up to the light bulb and it's the shiniest candy ever. He's being kissed again and it's like velvet, like velvet on his mouth, so soft. Lips go lower, on his chest over the metallic fabric of the half open shirt, go lower, on his cock, pink on darker pink, tongue licking like it's candy. He's screaming in ecstasy.
When he opens the door and the person who was there with him slinks away, his dad is standing by the mirror, by the soap, and Lex thinks he sees contempt on Lionel's face. But that too is sweet, candy-like, play-like. And only for a blink of an eye Lex is clear enough to see worry and infinite sadness, and then the candy obscures his sight again.
Fandom: Smallville
Characters: Lex, Lionel, some person
Inspiring fridgeporn:
sweet candy
of your velvet mouth
screaming in ecstasy
*
7#
"Worship me, my golden lovely," he said, aura shining so brightly a mere mortal would've had to look aside lest they burn.
I'm not a mere mortal. His beauty does not hurt my eyes, my mind.
"For your pleasure," I bowed. For his pleasure. I gave him that. But he wanted more. He wanted to be the only one worshipped. He wanted it all. And I couldn't give that. I wanted us to be equal, or if not equal, I just wanted him, maybe, to pretend. To let me hold on to that illusion.
I worshipped and I pleased. I gave and he accepted. I wanted more. He couldn't tolerate that.
I've only ever loved *him*. And it was a long, long time ago.
Fandom: *Possibly* Brimstone
Characters: God, Lucifer. Dedication: ceruleancat
Inspiring fridgeporn:
worship my
golden lovely
his beauty
for your pleasure
*
8#
Your faces are close, so close you can see the wrinkles around his eyes through the cowl. Eyes that narrow as he fills you, hot human cock inside a Martian body that perhaps wasn't built for that. Open, spread, naked, body twisting, changing from the humanoid, almost-normal-for-earth form to your more reptilian self and back, hidden from plain sight by the long black cape more than by the relative loneliness. The two of you are alone here in the tower but you always feel exposed in the face of all the stars glimmering in the vast window.
His mind is brimming over with dark images, negative, hurtful feelings, and everlasting residue of pain that always lurks in the background, much like the man himself, waiting to come out and strike at the slightest provocation. He cares for you and you wouldn't be able to recognise romantic love anyway, but you can feel that he wants you, needs you to be what you are. And so you reach into his mind and twist yourself around it, reach to grasp his biceps with claws and your wide eyes sparkle red. He moans and kisses your mouth as if trying to breathe you. You breathe him back.
This love is always agony.
Fandom: Justice League
Characters: Batman, Martian Manhunter. Dedication: ceruleancat
Inspiring fridgeporn:
your faces close
as he fills you
open
spread
naked
this love is always agony
*