CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // REAL PERSON Prompts Post // December 1-15
This post is for ANY AND ALL REAL PERSON PROMPTS. Persons from other fandoms are allowed as long as the main pairing includes one person from the Supernatural cast. Exceptions made for Jared, Jensen, and/or Misha's wives. Reminder: all prompts with people under the age of 18 should be posted to the underage post.
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“Kilt, you enormous douche,” Misha says, but he’s barely holding back a laugh now. “Don’t disrespect the traditions of my people.”
“I thought your people were some kind of Eastern European by way of Massachusetts?” Jeff taps his fingers back and forth against Misha’s inner thighs, urging him to spread so he can get to the good stuff.
“My people are many and varied,” Misha says. “And they got around a lot. There’ll be kilt-wearers in there somewhere, I guarantee it, so you’re being extremely culturally insensitive right now.”
“I’ll make it up to you.”
“Are you going to actually make it up to me, or just talk about it?”
Misha’s bracing himself against the kitchen counter, but Jeff wants him more off balance than that, so he grabs him by the hips and spins him, Misha’s feet sliding easily over the tile in his socks, and pushes him down over the dining table.
“Oh, brutality, very apologetic,” Misha snipes, arranging himself comfortably on the dark wood and tilting his hips back toward Jeff like an offering.
Jeff just grins. Misha made this table himself, designed it to get fucked over as well as host brunches; Jeff saw him draping himself over it and wriggling to check the height while he was finishing off the legs. He tugs Misha’s hands behind his back, pulls the tie out of his pocket, and starts wrapping the warm silk around Misha’s wrists.
Misha snorts, but his cheek is pressed against the table so he can look back, and Jeff can see the heat in his eyes. “Brutality and bondage,” Misha says. “You know how to make a girl feel special.”
“Good thing you’re not one then,” Jeff says. “Even in your pretty little... kilt.”
Misha opens his mouth to complain and then shuts it again, and wiggles his ass a little at Jeff. A clear get on with it if Jeff’s ever seen one.
He looks good like this, kilt just barely covering his ass, legs spread and his back arched. Trapped by the hanging kilt and the table edge, Misha’s dick is pointing mostly down, all pink and hard and Jeff’s. He gives it a little light flick on the head, and Misha jumps.
“Seriously, such an asshole,” he grumbles.
“Speaking of,” Jeff says, and he parts Misha’s cheeks and spits on his hole.
Misha’s sound of amused disgust turns into a moan as Jeff sinks his thumb straight in. They fuck a lot, so Misha never needs much, just a bit of slick to ease the way, but he’s hot and tight around Jeff’s thumb, and it’s going to feel so fucking good on his cock in just a minute.
“I want more than spit,” Misha says. “I’m not spending all day tomorrow telling kids to sit still when I can’t do it myself.”
“So happy you’re thinking about your students right now,” Jeff says, but he gives Misha’s ass a light slap and then fetches the olive oil from the shelf near the oven.
“You’re gonna sauté me?”
“Should have used the tie to gag you, Jesus,” Jeff says, and tips the bottle so the oil runs down over Misha’s hole. He’s used too much. The overhead light picks up the shine, catches the trails running down his thighs to soak into the thick socks, more slicking over Misha’s balls to drip, thick and slippery from the end of his dick over the kilt and on to the tile.
“Bitch, I’m mellifluous,” Misha says. “And you’re cleaning the floor.”
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It shuts Misha up for a while, anyway, getting Jeff’s cock up inside him. He’s all little grunts and flinches while he gets used to the size, hole clenching arhythmically, and Jeff never gets sick of the sight of his dick getting swallowed up by Misha’s body and the intense heat inside.
He sinks in until his suit pants are pressing up against the back of Misha’s thighs, getting oil all over them, until he meets the hem of the kilt and he can’t see flesh at all. It feels so fucking good to get in there that he grinds in hard a few times, shaking loose a tiny yelp from Misha at the depth when he’s had almost no time to adjust. Misha shifts like he’s trying to get space, but between Jeff and the table edge he’s got nowhere to go.
“You good?” Jeff asks, slipping his fingers under the kilt to stroke at the stretched rim of Misha’s hole, slick with oil and hot around Jeff’s cock.
“I’m amazing,” Misha says, “and so is your dick, or it would be if you’d stop screwing around and fuck me with it, old man.”
“I’m getting you a ball gag for my birthday,” Jeff says, but he slides out and then slams home again, jolting Misha against the solid table and setting a brutal pace. He grabs Misha’s hair with one hand and his hip with the other, for leverage and to stop Misha getting too banged up against the wood.
“That’s... more like it,” Misha says, between gritted teeth.
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Later...
“I’m gonna need the drycleaner for these pants.”
“Pretty sure I have to buy my sister a new kilt. Maybe the whole thing. I think it soaked through to the sporran.”
“Your sister.”
“Yeah, she likes to crossdress in a kilt and confuse the fuck out of people. I give it back to her with jizz-stains and she’s got way too much material for the next time Mom has us all over for dinner.”
“This is why your family is terrifying. I should send her flowers.”
“Dear Kat, thank you for facilitating an excellent fuck with your little brother, love Jeff. PS, his ass is the best I have ever been inside, my compliments to your family for their excellent genes.”
“Maybe I won’t let you write the card.”
“I’m a trained educator, I should always write the cards. Yours are uninspired.”
“Mine are appropriate and won’t scar anyone for life.”
“That is what I said.”
“I take back everything I said about getting you a ball gag for my birthday.”
“Good man.”
“I’m buying one tomorrow.”
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I just wanted to let you know that I’ve recced this here at rocksalt-recs.
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Oh wow, thank you! That's such a nice rec, I really appreciate it. :)
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OMFG!!! nonnie! I LIVE for sexy banter and this is EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED A MORE! sass-mouth-pushy!Misha is the best kind of Misha! I LOVE IT!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!
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You are awesome :D. I am so glad you like it even though I couldn't get Misha to actually mess up his kilt on the page, just talk about it afterward, but man, such a fun prompt and interesting pairing choice. Thank you!
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(also the building tables exactly at the right height to be fucked over is now part of my Misha headcanon!)
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I am fairly certain this actually happened.
I love every single word of this fic! The banter is wonderful, as is the boundless affection barely hidden underneath all the snark. <3<3<3
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