318. The Midfuck Meme
MIDFUCK MEME
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♋ Respond to other character(s) with your own as if you are right in the middle of having sex. How did it happen? Who started it? Who is topping who? All that matters is they are in the middle of ( Read more... )
♋ Respond with your character(s) and put their name and canon in the subject bar. (You can make blank comments with < ! >. Remove the spaces).
♋ Respond to other character(s) with your own as if you are right in the middle of having sex. How did it happen? Who started it? Who is topping who? All that matters is they are in the middle of ( Read more... )
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[As if it isn't his fault that he ended up here in the first place. As if it has nothing to do with that hot redhead that Cass had seemed a bit off about. No, he most certainly got teleported or dragged, or something that implies the words 'well, whatever you're into' didn't come out of his mouth at some point before Cass rescued him. He thought all the monsters had been offed amidst the Croatoan mess. Wishful thinking, it seems.
Strangely, now that she isn't all over him, he can't even begin to wrap his head around why he'd followed her in the first place. Let alone ended up like this. Dean's naked, hands bound over his head, and his toes only barely touching the ground. There is a rather sizable menu of punishment tools that likely would have found their way into Dean if not for Cass' timely arrival.]
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But that's beside the point. He'd told Dean to watch her. Watch her undress hadn't exactly been what he'd meant, but it would appear that's what went on- he'd followed them, slight hint of jealousy and much stronger sense of really bad news, and just when he was starting to think maybe he'd been wrong, that there was nothing wrong with this woman, well... He'd been smart to bring a weapon, that's for damn sure. One shot, right between the eyes (don't ask him how he'd managed that, everyone gets lucky sometimes), silver. Neutralized ( ... )
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It had been a bad week. Jealousy had been eating at him worse than usual, as had his own inability to say anything about it and trying to pretend it didn't affect him. And then she'd stumbled into their camp, saying she was on the run and had just 'happened to run across it'. In a better state of mind, he really would have been up in arms with suspicion. As it was, there had been something about her that had made it seem okay. Cass' own misgivings had just somehow made him more set on the fact that she was staying ( ... )
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Can't argue with you there.
[Stepping a little closer into Dean's personal space, he can see that the ropes used to bind him aren't rough, aren't digging into his wrists; on the contrary they look soft and shiny, and they're wrapped around Dean's arms and wrists twisting in a delicate spiraling pattern... And then he can't keep the laughter in anymore. He's read enough books over the past year or so to know Shibari when he sees it. Whatever she was, Cas has to admit she had style. And considerable skill, Cas had given up trying to learn those intricate knots almost as soon as he'd started- it wasn't something that had particularly ( ... )
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Please, I'm much more qualified. I know you better.
[He nips at Dean's earlobe and drops open-mouthed kisses down his neck, tongue darting out to press against the mark he'd made, and nibbles across his collarbone. His hands are sliding down Dean's chest, fingers pressing into the ridges of his ribs, smoothing down his sides and coming to rest at his hips. The evidence of Dean's arousal is so clear; Cas can feel his own body responding as well, heat pooling low in his belly and spreading over his skin, flushed under the layers he's wearing ( ... )
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Evidenced in the way that teeth nip and nibble, those open-mouthed kisses against his neck that draw a soft hum of encouragement from Dean. Deft fingers touching against his sides and then pressing into his hips, and he had to lean to even manage to press into Cass' hands. He'd never quite thought of this as his thing, but with Cass, it was somehow deliciously enticing ( ... )
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Mmm, maybe a little bit.
[He slides his mouth over to the other nipple, tongue flattening against it briefly before pulling away, moving up to press his lips to Dean's. He licks over the swell of his bottom lip, sucks it into his mouth and nibbles at it lightly, his hands trailing slowly down Dean's sides. Breaking the kiss, he moves to stand behind Dean, eyeing the ropes that are holding him up. He's loving this, loving having Dean totally at his mercy- a power trip he hadn't known he'd enjoy this much- but he imagines being strung up like that isn't the most comfortable position ever and the strain on Dean's arms is already likely to leave him sore tomorrow, something they can't really afford.]
I think you've been up there long enough...
[He noses at the back of Dean's neck, presses a few light kisses there as he snakes his hand around Dean's body to wrap ( ... )
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And there are those words, threatening to release him. He gets, admittedly, perhaps too hopeful at the idea that Cass is going to let him go. He relaxes as Cass noses at his neck, pressing kisses to skin, and then the Hunter is groaning as fingers wrap around his cock, a few brief strokes, and Dean whines in protest -- always a glutton for sensation. But, he does like the way that Cass presses up against his naked body as he reaches to cut the ropes ( ... )
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[But he makes no move to free his hands, just nuzzles at the nape of Dean's neck as they reach the bed. He looks it over and has to snort. It's a damn nice bed, and it looks totally out of place in its environment. Part of him is thinking it has to be part of a spell of some kind, maybe left over from the creature he'd killed, but there doesn't seem to be anything sinister about it. ...Nothing more sinister than the extremely convenient hook that's jutting out of the headboard, anyway. He grins and pushes Dean down gently, giving him some space to shuffle onto the bed while he shrugs off his jacket. Too hot for that, and if he's honest it's getting in the way, a barrier between himself and Dean that he doesn't feel like dealing with anymore. He also kicks off his boots; they're dirty, caked with mud from his lack of attention while following Dean here ( ... )
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oh--
[He slides his hands from Dean's chest to his arms, fingers tracing the outline of the muscles still pulled taut against their bonds. Without his grace, Dean is physically stronger than him; it's not that Cas is necessarily weak, but Dean's body has been conditioned for strength practically from birth and it shows, especially now, and the knowledge that for all of that ( ... )
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