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I'm starting to panic, about the amount of people on my flist who are saying Hey Up, I've now got a DW account, I'm totally not leaving LJ, but will be over there too!!!
This is a warning to you all, if I wake up one morning and find my flist page empty, because you have all done a mass exodus. I will cry!!!
Then I will totally track you down, and don't think I can't![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
autumn_lilacs taught me totally mad tracking people skills, and she only said I couldn’t use them to stalk Jensen/Jared/Misha/JDM, nothing about you guys!!!!!!!!
On a more sensible note, if any of you guys are jumping ship, elt me know your user name over there, so I can keep track of you.
Hugs
Mags
This is a warning to you all, if I wake up one morning and find my flist page empty, because you have all done a mass exodus. I will cry!!!
Then I will totally track you down, and don't think I can't
autumn_lilacs taught me totally mad tracking people skills, and she only said I couldn’t use them to stalk Jensen/Jared/Misha/JDM, nothing about you guys!!!!!!!!On a more sensible note, if any of you guys are jumping ship, elt me know your user name over there, so I can keep track of you.
Hugs
Mags
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well since you always come through for me!!!! hit me with aprompt and I'll take a turn :D
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Okay what to prompt, what to prompt. Well, since we're talking about DEAN'S HANDS, let's go with Dean. Hmmm...who should I pair him with?? *thinks* Who would be a good pairing for Dean? *realizes where she is* Oh, right. Castiel. Okay I choose Dean/Castiel!! WITH HAND, WING, NECK AND TATTOO PORN. AND WALL SLAMMING. OH AND CAN CASTIEL GET A TATTOO, TOO, PLEASE?? (Try and say tattoo, too three times really fast.) OH AND SOMETHING SHOULD SHOWCASE SAM'S IMPRESSIVE ARMS AS WELL. And, yes, I will accept a mini picspam to satisfy any porny requirements that cannot be met by fic alone. A drabble is good, too. So are vids.
Oh and I want a pony. For me. Because Mommy wouldn't buy me one.
Got all that?
Or you can write a fic about Sam and how he meets this really nice chick, and carries in all her groceries for her at one time using those impressive arms of his. Maybe once inside the house, he feels bad for her and also offers to scrub up that kitchen floor, too. You know, a good old fashioned, hands and knees job. Maybe the OFC sips lemonade and watches. Not because she's a perve or anything, she's just thirsty and there is nothing else to look at. *halo appears*
:-)
P0rn ficPart One
Castiel cast a wary glance over the range of instruments in front of him.
It had been a while since he had seen so many torture instruments in the one place.
Given that he had visited hell, and spent the majority of his time with the Winchesters, that was saying something.
He cleared his throat and turned to Dean to voice his concerns, but found him tied up in a conversation with the dark-haired man who owned the store. What was his name? John? James? No Jim, that’s right Jim.
The conversation wasn’t the main thing that grabbed his attention away from the torture devices. It was more the fact that Dean had his shirt off.
Jim’s large hands were rubbing at his stubbly jaw, while Dean seemed to be asking him to admire his chest, or was it maybe his neck?
What was with these Winchesters and their desire to show off their bodies? I mean look at that T-Shirt, Sam, had been wearing this morning.
It hadn’t even had sleeves, it had been just a small piece of white material. It had barely covered his chest and had showcased off his large arms. The muscles bunched and taut, in a way that made you think of..... not that he ever thought of Sam that way! Ever.
What had he been thinking about again? Oh yes, Dean’s neck.
Dean really did, have the most delicious neck.
Castiel watched, as a small bead of sweat travelled from Dean jawline, down his neck, finishing at that small sweet spot at the hollow of his throat.
Castiel felt an overwhelming urge to lean over and follow the path with his tongue.
In the six months he and Dean had been together, Castiel had learned exactly how to make the hunter moan.
He knew if he followed through with his thoughts, leaned over, and suckled that spot, Dean would have him up against the wall in less than two seconds.
A few minutes after that, Dean would have Castiel on his knees, his cock buried deep in his throat. One hand, God he loved Dean’s hands, would be buried in his hair, holding Castiel’s head as he slowly rocked into him, his other hand, would be wrapped around his wings, pulling at them, harder and harder the closer he came to coming.
Castiel, could practically hear Dean’s groans, his voice deep and hoarse as he murmured Castiel’s name over and over again.
“Cas..... Cas..... Cas!”
Castiel felt himself come back to reality sharply as he realised Dean was actually calling him.
He looked over and saw Dean and Jim staring at him.
Dean’s look of confusion quickly turned to one of speculation as his gaze travelled down Castiel’s body and saw the dent, his painfully hard cock was making against his pants.
His jacket, useless at the best of times, was doing little to hide how hard he was, he could feel his cock rubbing against his clothes, sending flares of pleasure through his body.
Dean smirked and raised his eyebrow.
“Jim was just saying he can fit you in today. Aint that Great?”
Castiel was brought back down to earth with a bump, his apprehensive glance taking in the instruments next to the chair.
"You know , Dean” Castiel interrupted, shifting his feet, as he tried to ease his erection and move away from the chair at the same time. “I really don't think this is a good idea, and it is completely unnecessary.”
“Aw quit being suck a freakin wimp Cas.” Dean interrupted Castiel’s excuses, “It’s just a tattoo”
“A tattoo, I don’t need.” Castiel stated firmly.
“Aw for the love of God” Dean sighed and grasped Castiel’s arm. Over Castiel’s protests, he shoved him into the chair.
P0rn fic part 2
Castiel sighed and gave up arguing, he lay back and winced as the needle started burning into his skin.
The things he did for Dean Winchester.
Forty minutes later, he opened his eyes, as Jim finally stopped.
“Ok Buddy, that’s you done” Jim said cheerfully. Castiel looked over at the man as he started going through some simple after care instructions.
“Don’t you want to see how it looks” Jim asked as Castiel started re-buttoning his shirt.
“No I’m fine,” Castiel stated. “I’m assuming it looks like Dean’s”
“Well, more or less” Jim said “well except the one noticeable difference.”
Castiel felt the panic rise up in him, as his horrified gaze met Dean’s amused one.
He started unbuttoning his shirt as Jim’s voice washed over him.
“Difference?” he questioned, wondering if his voice was coming out as squeaky as it sounded to his own ears.
“The name underneath, of course. What’s wrong?” Jim asked as he finally took in Castiel’s expression.
“I got the name right didn’t I? D. E.A.N.”