Admin Prompt Submission: GHOSTRAL

Prompt: “I want Misha and I to be someplace in public like a restaurant or a movie theater, and him to discreetly tease me and drive me insane with little touches and putting me on edge for hours until we go to the bathroom and just let go right there.”

OH HOLY SHIT

GAHH and the thing is misha is the exact kind of cheeky bastard to pull that kind of stunt, this is just taking his affinity for teasing to the next level

I imagine it starts off innocent enough. a hand on your thigh, maybe a caress here and there.. but then his hand is moving dangerously close to your crotch, rubbing circles on your inner thigh. Of course you’re gonna snap your head to stare him down like, “what the fuck misha? here? at the movies?”

and just looks at you like

“no idea what you’re talking about.”

he leaves you alone for maybe like, a few minutes, then he’s right back at it. he traces the edges of your underwear, the planes of your torso, basically everywhere except for right where you need him.. so your sort of forget you were opposed to this whole thing and buck your hips. At this point he laughs quietly, and you would so be pissed if he didn’t have his hand down your underwear within the next minute.

still, he wouldn’t give you any substantial touching until the movie was halfway through, at which point you’re sweating up a storm and probably already forgotten the movie’s name. I mean, considering how gifted misha’s hands are, who can blame you? so when he touches you more firmly, roughly, your reaction is hardly muffled

and misha turns to you like

“shh, you don’t want the whole theater to hear, do you?”

I doubt you’d be any better off when he drags you off to the bathroom, he’d have to cover your mouth while fucking you against the stall door. It wouldn’t even be until then that you’d realize the whole thing affected misha as much as it affected you, with how hard he was, how desperately he was taking you

The truth is misha just fucking loves to see you fall apart under his hands. He loves it when your entire mind and body are completely sensitive and vulnerable to him, solely focused on him and what he’s doing to you just ugh

misha is a monster

The open relationship might actually be a thing.

At least it might’ve in the past. Not so much now that they have kids, but who knows- right?The entire thing with the threesome handbook makes it seem like they were okay with the idea of somebody else caring and loving and fucking their spouse. But mostly, only if they participated also? 

I know what you mean though. Misha definitely radiates a hugeeee amount of sexiness and it’s overwhelming at times, at least it is for me.

So imaging running into Misha and Vicki at a park or on a hike. 

And you’re freaking out, because it’s Misha fucking Collins, but you gather yourself and actually end up hitting it off with them. Pretty soon, hours have past and you all end up talking about everything and anything… and…. holy shit, is Vicki hitting on you? 

Her attention is right on you. Her eyes falling to your lips for only a brief moment and you glance at Misha.. who’s running an encouraging hand down Vicki’s back. You’re stunned, but not completely sure so you keep talking… The conversation suddenly getting quieter and more tense.

Then Vicki is right there. When did they get so close? And she’s touching your arm gently before leaning in and whispering in your ear. “How about we all continue this conversation at our place?”

Oh fuck. Could you imagine? I’d be so down for that. Especially the part about it ending in giving Misha an orgasm… with his wife.

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Phone sex. *groans*

Phone sex has got to be the hottest thing. And now, writing a response to this after reading this amazing submission titled “Phone Call” about Misha and phone sex?

God, I feel like I wouldn’t give this message justice.

What’s amazing about this message is the “sleepover with a friend” part because now you have to be absolutely quiet, so that you don’t wake up your friend. It’s adventurous. And it makes you somewhat excited.

Meanwhile… Misha is using his husky, deep, ‘Cas’ voice to turn you on. He’s giving you orders and making you squirm and you can’t. be. too. loud. It’s torturous and you’re hating him for it, but then again - you’ve never been so turned on in your life.

You manage to keep quiet, somehow. Biting on your lower lip hard enough to draw blood but you couldn’t care less because Misha is panting on the other end of the line, moaning and you almost can’t keep it together. But you do it.

And he’s so fucking proud of you. It only makes him want you even more.

When it’s all over, his breathless voice tells you how good of a girl you are. 

Then, before he hangs up, he makes plans for a sleepover… Involving only you and him. 

FUCK. I need this. I want a phone call from Misha. 

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IT’S THE WEEKEND!!!!!!!!!

You know what that means: Countless shared fantasies of the beautiful (and fucking sexy) Misha Collins! ;)

Speaking of fantasies, hot damn have you got a good one right here!

And let me just say, there’s probably no way in hell I’d reject a proposal to fuck Misha in a tree. Just sayin’.

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ANON OMG I LOVE YOU FOR THIS

this is a thought i need in my mind so thank you for that fuck yeah

god, but can you imagine? misha sitting alone in his bed, missing jensen in more ways than one, and deciding it would be a great idea to facetime him whilst shirtless to get jensen all riled up.

and maybe jensen answers it in public, not expecting misha to be shirtless, blushing and having to make a quick exit to get alone.

cursing misha up and down, ranting to him about how someone could have seen, not wanting to have had to explain it to someone.and misha lets him, lets him get all pissed, because he loves how hot jensen gets when he’s mad…waiting patiently until jensen’s done.

“so jen, are you done yelling at me? because i was gonna show you my dick, because im like wicked turned on right now, but like yknow, i can end the call and finish myself if you’re not up t…” and jensen’s cutting him off again, slamming his bedroom door shut behind him and throwing his phone on the bed so he can strip down.

“aw come on baby, wanted to see you strip for me” misha’s whining, and and jensen can see misha’s hand stroking himself at the bottom corner of the screen and fuck if that doesn’t turn him on even more…thinking of misha alone in his room, getting horny just thinking about jensen.

and seeing misha on his little phone screen, blush spread down his cheeks and chest, lips parted, panting, his own  hand moving faster and harder on his cock.

“jen, see what you fucking do to me?” 

“i dont know mish, i can’t actually see it at all. i don’t know what you’re even taking about” jensen’s teasing him. misha’s biting his lips, watching jensen palm himself, the line silent except for panting and the rustling of sheets.

“fuck jen, fucking need you here right now, need to...fuck….need to touch you”

misha whimpering like this is what really does it for jensen. this man who’s usually Mr. Dominant, is begging and whimpering for him.

it doesn’t take much before they’re both on edge, so fucking close, hands pumping so fast, needing release so bad.

and it’s misha who comes first. he seizes up, eyes shut and mouth open, come squirting on his chest and stomach, hips rolling himself through it. it’s absolutely filthy and jensen can’t get enough.

and fuck, jensen’s gone after that. just seeing misha with his own come on his chest is enough to have jensen coming himself, swearing and grunting, misha watching with a hazy, post-orgasm gaze.

“i’m on my way over” misha says, ending the call.

WOW THIS SNOWBALLED INTO A FICLET REAL FAST sorryyyy??? im not rly sorry

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What the actual fuck. WHY AM I LAUGHING SO HARD.

But think about it.

You’re sitting at the table. Completely alone, eating the breadsticks and sipping on water because, hey, you’re here. Mind as well get a free snack.

Then, out of nowhere, Misha slides into the seat across from you. A soft smile on his face. He doesn’t mention that you’re alone. But, you’re pretty sure he realized that you were stood up. And you’re trying to remain calm, but you can’t because.. it’s Misha fucking Collins? Of ALL people?!

And he asks you questions. He makes you laugh. You tell him how much he means to you. You ask him about the show. 

All this time passing and you two are still snacking on the breadsticks that seem to keep coming. Drinking the water that keeps getting filled. Not ordering any actual food, and you have to admit. It’s nice. You wouldn’t trade this night for anything.

Unfortunately though, all things come to an end. 

Misha smiles at you and tells you how amazing it was to meet you. But before he gets up to leave, he leans in close and puts a finger against his lips…

“Shhh..” He says, quickly shoving the rest of the breadsticks into his coat pocket. Finally he stands and says…

“Don’t forget. Registration for GISHWHES closes in less than a week.” He winks and leaves as quickly as he entered.

I’m crying. This made me laugh. You’re amazing. I fucking love you. ♥

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Prompt Submission: THE-DANGEROUS-GINGER

Prompt: “I want Misha and I to be someplace in public like a restaurant or a movie theater, and him to discreetly tease me and drive me insane with little touches and putting me on edge for hours until we go to the bathroom and just let go right there.”

Words: 349

Could you imagine though? He’d be really sweet and take you to see the movie that you’d been so excited about for weeks, and just when the lights dim, the torture would begin. It would start with a hand on your knee, warm and steady, then slowly progress to feather-light touches across the inside of your thigh, effectively distracting you from your movie. As time progresses the touches get a little bolder and you are all but squirming in your seat, and you haven’t seen the last fifteen minutes of the movie because holy shit he’s distracting.

So when you finally catch his hand and mumble something about needing to go to the bathroom, you’re relieved. Just as you’re about to head back out and try to brave the storm once again, he’s striding through the door and ushering you back into the far open stall, locking it behind him. He silences your frantic questions with a searing kiss and in that moment, you decide to hell with the movie. You quietly drop to your knees in front of him and give him a wicked grin. It’s time to do some teasing of your own.

Within minutes you have him biting into the meat of his palm to keep from moaning lewdly. You think you’ve finally gotten your revenge until he hauls you up and wraps your legs around his waist. In a quick motion, your back is being pressed up against the stall wall and he’s pushed past your soaked panties and is sinking into you. You have to bury your head in the crook of his shoulder and muffle your cries against it as he starts up a brutal pace. It’s short and messy, and you’ve probably been caught by the time you’re gasping his name in his ear, coming blindingly hard around him, but neither of you care. He comes with a quiet grunt on your thigh and the two of you sag against the stall wall.

You giggle hysterically when he leans close and whispers raggedly in your ear, “We should see movies more often.”

Prompt Submission: DEFIANTCASTIEL

Prompt: “I want Misha and I to be someplace in public like a restaurant or a movie theater, and him to discreetly tease me and drive me insane with little touches and putting me on edge for hours until we go to the bathroom and just let go right there.”

Yes PLEASE. Let me just tell you, this is one I think about all the time

Just imagine: those fingers dipping under your skirt, you trying to hold back moans as the waiter comes around, and Misha just smirking as he talks to him with a completely straight face. This going on for hours, having to bite down the noises he’s teasing out of you with just those hands

Misha just driving you crazy until you end up in the bathroom, reaching to undress him before the door’s even completely shut, then pressed against the wall, not caring who walks in as Misha fucks you because it’s Misha fucking Collins and you just couldn’t take it anymore

Ugh Misha teasing in public places

Fuck yes

Prompt Submission: IAMTHERIGHTEOUSMAN

Prompt: “I want Misha and I to be someplace in public like a restaurant or a movie theater, and him to discreetly tease me and drive me insane with little touches and putting me on edge for hours until we go to the bathroom and just let go right there.”

Okay first of all, anything that has to do with Misha being a tease is definitely an instant turn on.

But being in public? Oh boy, I’d lose my mind with arousal.

In a restaurant, having him touching you under the table, trying to be discreet. He’d have that smug little smirk on his beautiful, perfect face because he fucking knows what he’s doing to you.

In a movie theater, you’d be in the dark, in the back row. So many people around but everyone’s so focused on the movie that they don’t notice him rubbing your inner thigh or nipping at your neck.

And of course that wouldn’t last long because you’d drag his ass to the nearest bathroom (or broom closet) and he’d finally take what’s his.

Amazing fantasy. You are amazing. Thank you so much.

Prompt Submission: CXTSTIEL

Prompt: “I want Misha and I to be someplace in public like a restaurant or a movie theater, and him to discreetly tease me and drive me insane with little touches and putting me on edge for hours until we go to the bathroom and just let go right there.”

Words: 396

Oh MAN how did you know my ultimate weakness? He would purposely sit next to you at the restaurant, sliding his chair close enough to yours to touch you under the table, but not close enough to raise suspicion. 

Almost immediately, he would get to work, sliding his fingers up your skirt just a little bit, without ever breaking character. 

Every time he reaches over, he goes a little further up, until he’s eventually very lightly rubbing over your undies. It would be driving you mad, because he would be maintaining conversation still, like it wasn’t affecting him at all. 

After finishing dinner, and being tortured under the table for hours, he would abruptly get up and walk toward the bathroom and you would watch him go, questioning your own sanity, wondering if it was even possible to ever come to this restaurant again without getting turned on as soon as you walked through the doors. As soon as you think you’re about to lose it for real, he’ll turn around and wink at you, letting you know that he absolutely wants you to follow him.

Let me tell you, you would stand up so fast you’d almost knock your chair down. You would blush and laugh at your own over-eagerness if you weren’t so focused on getting from where you were to where Misha was as soon as possible. 

That being said, you briskly walk in the direction you saw him go, not even caring about the fact that other people are looking at you as you pass - you are too far-gone at this point. 

You definitely know that Misha has a bit of a voyeurism kink too, so as soon as you are both in semi-private, he would push you up against the wall and have his way with you, not even bothering to lock the door. 

For Misha, getting caught isn’t so much a guilty pleasure, as much as it is simply a pleasure, because he is not embarrassed in the slightest, especially if he’s going to be seen with you. 

You two would go to this restaurant weekly after this, and it will always end up back in the same bathroom, unable to keep your hands off of each other for more than an hour. Both of you would not have it any other way. 

*sighs happily* this is my jam!