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sansdatelimite

Kinky Monday

Nov 29, 2010 09:46

So, I’m in one of those moods again so it’s time for another Kinky Monday (stolen shamelessly from tiptoe39).

No real rules. If I can't/won't write something, I'll just tell you. There may or may not be any sort of context. There will be porn. You'll get at least 100 words out of me.

If you want to leave more than one prompt, knock yourself out. I just ( Read more... )

!kinky monday

Comments 16

sycophantastic November 29 2010, 15:52:15 UTC

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, ice (basically any porn you want that involves the strategic use of an ice cube or two)

I feel like I should say something cheesy like "Ice Ice Baby" right now. sansdatelimite November 29 2010, 17:09:09 UTC

Castiel is an angel, not a Saint. If he was a Saint, he’d have been better at ignoring Dean - the whining and moaning, stretched half naked across his bed and letting ice cubes melt across his chest while he bitched about the heat ( ... )

Re: I feel like I should say something cheesy like "Ice Ice Baby" right now. sycophantastic November 29 2010, 22:22:14 UTC

Dude, to be honest, that's how I deal with summer heat. Well, not with the half nakedness, but with the bratty whining & the ice (more like ice packs, but whatever). Dean, I feel your pain. I'd also like to feel your solution, but... heh, I don't really expect you to share. ;)

God, this is awesome. \o/ Love that Cas can be such a tease. That'll teach Dean to complain about the heat... no, wait... ;) And Dean, your lines are SO smooth. "Know what else is hot? Mah junk." You old charmer, you. XD

And did I mention NNNNGG HOT? I feel like I should mention that. Because... YES.

Thank you, my bb. <3

sycophantastic November 29 2010, 15:55:34 UTC

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, desperation (emotional turmoil, sex pollen, whatever, one or both feel like they NEED this)

sansdatelimite November 29 2010, 21:02:51 UTC

The press of their bodies is hard and hot and desperate. Castiel has Dean pinned to the wall from his shoulders to his knees and they’re pressed so close that it feels impossible, like they aren’t even two separate people anymore. Nothing can fit between the skin of their chests and stomachs and groins. Even if he could free his wrists from Castiel’s grip, Dean doubts he could snake a hand between their bodies to unbutton their pants and pull at their cocks ( ... )

pandionpandeus November 29 2010, 17:27:45 UTC

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel and/or Sam/Gabriel, egg(s)

Uhhh, anything involving eggs usually manages to get out of control. *nods* sansdatelimite November 29 2010, 21:59:11 UTC

Dean tries to ignore the feeling as long as he can. He doesn’t have to open his eyes to know that it’s Castiel between his legs, teasing his fingers up and down the sensitive skin of his thighs even as he mouths at Dean’s cock in an attempt to will it to harden. It’s not that Dean has anything against Castiel (or his mouth, or having sex with him, or - or anything, really) but Dean knows as soon as Castiel is satisfied that Dean isn’t going to flake out on him (again) that he’s going to be at the angel’s mercy.

Which, wouldn’t be a bad thing, because being at Castiel’s mercy during sex was usually awesome. If Castiel was in one of his I am an Angel of the Lord and you will respect me moods, Dean usually ends up tied to the headboard while Castiel marks every inch of his body and teases until Dean is begging, followed by awesome sex.

No, the part that Dean isn’t so fond of is the fact he’s been holed up in a motel room with Castiel for the last four days because Castiel was nesting and Castiel wants Dean’s babies (or fledglings or ( ... )

I blame my love of egg!fic on you and Hayley. sansdatelimite November 29 2010, 22:00:12 UTC

For a long moment, Castiel is silent. His eyes slip shut and his lips part and he makes a soft, pleased sound. His thighs are trembling from the effort of fucking himself on Dean’s cock, sliding up and down the length of it easily, and he grunts softly every time Dean is buried completely inside of him. “We could try again, in a few months ( ... )

Re: I blame my love of egg!fic on you and Hayley. pandionpandeus November 30 2010, 00:55:50 UTC

HEEEEE~!

Oh, goodness, I love this. <3<3<3

The whole things just kind of makes me incredibly happy, especially that very last bit. *loopy grin*

I love you, bb~ <3<3<3

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With bonus blasphemy!kink, because I could. ;D sansdatelimite November 29 2010, 22:24:30 UTC

Sam doesn’t know what to focus on. The room is dark and cold, the only source of light and warmth a scattering of wax candles that cast long shadows on the walls. Lucifer is sitting back on Sam’s thighs, one gold-white candle in his hands. If the wax burns him, he doesn’t complain, and the whiskey roughed sound of his voice is making Sam’s head spin.

“May our Lord Jesus Christ absolve you; and by His authority I absolve you from every bond of excommunication and interdict, so far as my power allows and your needs require.”

There is something decidedly blasphemous about being absolved of his sins by the Devil, but Sam can’t voice his concerns because it’s then that Lucifer tips the candle over and starts trailing hot wax down Sam’s chest and stomach. Sam gasps, torn between arching away from the hot wax and arching into it. The only thing his body knows for sure is that it wants to grind his groin up against Lucifer, and the Devil smiles.

Let me absolve you before you sin again Lucifer’s smile seems to say, but his lips remain ( ... )

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sansdatelimite November 30 2010, 01:23:42 UTC

If Sam tilts his head back far enough, he can see Castiel under the edge of the angel’s tie. It’s soft against Sam’s skin and tied tight enough to stay put, but not nearly tight enough to hurt. A lifetime as a hunter has given Sam an aversion to not being able to see, though ( ... )