Six Sentence Monday (except I fail)
Hey y'all!
Sorry I was MIA last week, I was with the fam and time kind of flew by so I didn't get as much porning done as anticipated. Which is not to say that porning was not done! I've got a J2/Misha DP fic done for morganoconner my first round started for Jj2_lks(historical AU with bondage!), a couple more J2 stories that keep getting bigger and my first Dean/Sam/Cas which has turned into the angsty schmoop fest that would not end - I blame you gedry I also have my minibang posting this week! Yay! Keep and eye out for 17,000 word of weecest wingfic on Thursday! But then of course I got distracted by the underage recs at sd_recs and started a weecest PWP, which leads me to...
Six Sentence Monday (which was orginally Sunday but whatever) - stolen from beatlemaniac9 Post six sentences of what you're working on now (except I suck at instructions so it's not quite six sentences):
“Who the fuck is Pheobe?” he snarls anyway, crowding up into Sam’s space to get his fingers into the spots left uncovered by Sam’s arms. God knows there’s plenty of them, purple and red, others faded to yellow-green, shoulders and hips and stomach. Nipples, apparently she likes his nipples, dark, warm-looking marks dotted all around the cold-pulled nubs.
Possessiveness isn’t something Dean’s particularly familiar with. In a lifetime with maybe a handful of things he could even loosely call his own, it’s not really a concept he’s ever had the chance to get familiar with. Dad is his and the car is his and the weapons are his, but all in that ephemeral way; that take it and scrap for it and do whatever you can but at the end of the day, it’s out of your hands way. And then there’s Sam. Sam, who’s always been Dean’s domain; always Dean’s to watch over and care for and protect. Dean’s, all Dean’s only Dean’s.
So yeah, that's me right now. Stay tuned for more piping hot random, straight from me!
Love y'all!
BTI
Sorry I was MIA last week, I was with the fam and time kind of flew by so I didn't get as much porning done as anticipated. Which is not to say that porning was not done! I've got a J2/Misha DP fic done for morganoconner my first round started for Jj2_lks(historical AU with bondage!), a couple more J2 stories that keep getting bigger and my first Dean/Sam/Cas which has turned into the angsty schmoop fest that would not end - I blame you gedry I also have my minibang posting this week! Yay! Keep and eye out for 17,000 word of weecest wingfic on Thursday! But then of course I got distracted by the underage recs at sd_recs and started a weecest PWP, which leads me to...
Six Sentence Monday (which was orginally Sunday but whatever) - stolen from beatlemaniac9 Post six sentences of what you're working on now (except I suck at instructions so it's not quite six sentences):
“Who the fuck is Pheobe?” he snarls anyway, crowding up into Sam’s space to get his fingers into the spots left uncovered by Sam’s arms. God knows there’s plenty of them, purple and red, others faded to yellow-green, shoulders and hips and stomach. Nipples, apparently she likes his nipples, dark, warm-looking marks dotted all around the cold-pulled nubs.
Possessiveness isn’t something Dean’s particularly familiar with. In a lifetime with maybe a handful of things he could even loosely call his own, it’s not really a concept he’s ever had the chance to get familiar with. Dad is his and the car is his and the weapons are his, but all in that ephemeral way; that take it and scrap for it and do whatever you can but at the end of the day, it’s out of your hands way. And then there’s Sam. Sam, who’s always been Dean’s domain; always Dean’s to watch over and care for and protect. Dean’s, all Dean’s only Dean’s.
So yeah, that's me right now. Stay tuned for more piping hot random, straight from me!
Love y'all!
BTI