PixCT: 04.22
It's that time again...
Fic
Slash (Dean/Sam)
Adult
~300 words
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A combination of fic, pic, and cock, and that's really all there is to it.
All About Cock Thursday
So Far
September 07-September 08
September 08-September 09
DruCT: 09.17
DruCT: 09.24
DruCT: 10.01
DruCT: 10.08
DruCT: 10.15
DruCT: 10.22
DruCT: 10.29
DruCT: 11.05
DruCT: 11.12
DruCT: 11.19
DruCT: 01.21
PixCT: 01.21
DruCT: 01.28
PixCT: 01.28
DruCT: 02.04
PixCT: 02.04
DruCT: 02.11
PixCT: 02.11
DruCT: 02.18
PixCT: 02.18
DruCT: 02.25
PixCT: 02.25
DruCT: 03.04
PixCT: 03.04
DruCT: 03.11
PixCT: 03.11
DruCT: 03.18
PixCT: 03.18
DruCT: 03.25
PixCT: 03.25
DruCT: 04.01
PixCT: 04.01
DruCT: 04.08
PixCT: 04.08
DruCT: 04.15
PixCT: 04.15
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Today
DruCT: 04.22 --Linking soon!
My fic:
Slash (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot
Adult rating
~300 words
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Dru’s Pic Pick
“Fucking hell,” Dean says when Sam slams him against the wall. But, Dean doesn’t push him off or tell him no. He throws an arm around the back of Sam’s neck, pulls him in closer, mouths meeting savagely when they kiss.
“Yeah?” Sam hisses, and he yanks Dean away from the wall, across the room, accidentally knocking against a row of shelves. A small blue and white lined bowl wobbles and falls, breaking to pieces in the sink below.
“We’ll get that later,” Dean says, even though he knows damn well it’s not like they’re going to stop this.
Sam pins him against the opposite wall, pressing Dean into the corner, and before Dean can even grab on, Sam’s working at his button, pulling Dean’s pants down as far as he can get them. Dean considers making a smart-ass remark about how goddamn impatient Sam is, but he bites his tongue when Sam’s hand disappears into his pants, finds his cock and begins stroking.
Sam’s not delicate. He’s pushing Dean into the corner, towering over him, his hand working fiercely up-down, like he’s got something to prove. But, that’s just Sam.
Dean groans, head thunking against the wall behind him, and he hooks his arm around Sam just to keep himself upright.
He comes too hard, too fast, and when it’s over, he stands breathless and shaking, as Sam pulls his hand out.
Sam licks his fingers off, one by one, like he’s eating fucking fried chicken-it’s just that finger-licking good-and smiles.
“So,” he says, all pleased with himself, “can we just admit that I’m the winner of this bet?”
Dean inhales deeply, thankful for the support of the wall behind him. He nods. “Yeah, all right. You win.”
End
Fic
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A combination of fic, pic, and cock, and that's really all there is to it.
All About Cock Thursday
So Far
September 07-September 08
September 08-September 09
DruCT: 09.17
DruCT: 09.24
DruCT: 10.01
DruCT: 10.08
DruCT: 10.15
DruCT: 10.22
DruCT: 10.29
DruCT: 11.05
DruCT: 11.12
DruCT: 11.19
DruCT: 01.21
PixCT: 01.21
DruCT: 01.28
PixCT: 01.28
DruCT: 02.04
PixCT: 02.04
DruCT: 02.11
PixCT: 02.11
DruCT: 02.18
PixCT: 02.18
DruCT: 02.25
PixCT: 02.25
DruCT: 03.04
PixCT: 03.04
DruCT: 03.11
PixCT: 03.11
DruCT: 03.18
PixCT: 03.18
DruCT: 03.25
PixCT: 03.25
DruCT: 04.01
PixCT: 04.01
DruCT: 04.08
PixCT: 04.08
DruCT: 04.15
PixCT: 04.15
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Today
DruCT: 04.22 --Linking soon!
My fic:
Slash (Wincest: Dean/Sam) oneshot
Adult rating
~300 words
- - - - -
Dru’s Pic Pick
“Fucking hell,” Dean says when Sam slams him against the wall. But, Dean doesn’t push him off or tell him no. He throws an arm around the back of Sam’s neck, pulls him in closer, mouths meeting savagely when they kiss.
“Yeah?” Sam hisses, and he yanks Dean away from the wall, across the room, accidentally knocking against a row of shelves. A small blue and white lined bowl wobbles and falls, breaking to pieces in the sink below.
“We’ll get that later,” Dean says, even though he knows damn well it’s not like they’re going to stop this.
Sam pins him against the opposite wall, pressing Dean into the corner, and before Dean can even grab on, Sam’s working at his button, pulling Dean’s pants down as far as he can get them. Dean considers making a smart-ass remark about how goddamn impatient Sam is, but he bites his tongue when Sam’s hand disappears into his pants, finds his cock and begins stroking.
Sam’s not delicate. He’s pushing Dean into the corner, towering over him, his hand working fiercely up-down, like he’s got something to prove. But, that’s just Sam.
Dean groans, head thunking against the wall behind him, and he hooks his arm around Sam just to keep himself upright.
He comes too hard, too fast, and when it’s over, he stands breathless and shaking, as Sam pulls his hand out.
Sam licks his fingers off, one by one, like he’s eating fucking fried chicken-it’s just that finger-licking good-and smiles.
“So,” he says, all pleased with himself, “can we just admit that I’m the winner of this bet?”
Dean inhales deeply, thankful for the support of the wall behind him. He nods. “Yeah, all right. You win.”
End