SPN/CW RPF FREE-FOR-ALL DIRTY PORN MEME!

[obstinatrix]

Further to my previous post: you advertise for a graphic, and you get several at once. ;) I probably shouldn't post this now, since I have to go to bed imminently, but...porn. So, without further ado, welcome to the

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[danaid_luv]

Dear lord, I’m a reader, not a writer but I had to throw my hat into the ring. You’re welcome to crush it, as long as you give me a wink, too ;) Also, the specific song was released two years ago while this scene took place during the Stanford years, so, yeah. *hands*

He Don't Play Nice

Dean hadn’t been in the bar ten minutes and he was already itching to leave. The witness he’d interviewed earlier in the afternoon had a cute friend that had chased him out to the Impala, having an obvious thing for a guy in a suit. So easy. She’d told him the name of a club just off campus, told him she’d meet him there later that night and he’d agreed. Now he wasn’t so sure it was a good idea. It was larger than he was used to, less of a dive, with a heart-beat-altering base-line and suspended dancer’s cages, for god’s sake

[danaid_luv]

Dean startled when the dancer suddenly thrust himself away from the pole and staggered back to face the crowd. Shadowed beneath the brim of the knock-off Stetson, the man smirked before he grabbed the front of his button-up and ripped it apart, buttons sailing everywhere. Still unable to fully see the dancer’s face, Dean found himself inexplicably desperate to get his hands on the man, run his hands over the exposed torso, delicately muscled with a fine trail of hair disappearing into his tight jeans

[sweptawaybayou]

Nice. :) Very, very, very nice.

loved the images.

[obstinatrix]

Cas/Ruby. She breaks him in.

[obstinatrix]

Yep! That.

[glovered]

Dean is back from Purgatory. It was like a really horrifying camping trip. He found a cave and lived in its bowels. But anyway. Now it's back to the real world and things he used to do, like knowing where Sam is and what he is doing at all times.

Today Sam is at work. Sam has this very boring, very temporary office job. It will last him until September. Dean was gone a week in Earth time but it was ostensibly going to be Forever, and so when Dean showed up in the bathroom of Sam's motel without explanation, he kind of promised Sam they'd hang around for a while. Moment of weakness

[glovered]

Dean looks at him. At the line of his dick visible in his pants and to his face to guage whether Sam's being a tease. "Really

[glovered]

He stands, the chair skidding back to the opposite wall of the cubicle as he manoevers Dean so that he's got his palms against the desk, on either side of a three-tiered paper organizer. He pushes a hand up Dean's back so that Dean bends forward a little and then brushes his fingertips against Dean's hole again, circles this time, pushes his index finger in in exploratory movements. The lube was cold but it's warming up. Dean's breathing is harsh and the intrusion is uncomfortable in familiar ways. His heart is hammering in anticipation and he tries to calm it down a little; they are in a place of business, after all. The thought makes Dean shift on his feet and Sam curls the finger inside him

[dugindeep]

J2, college or pro sports

"Hit the showers!"

[dazedrose]

J2M or D/S/C - first time threesome.... Cas toping.... Bonus hugs for rimming

[whit_merule]

He still wasn't sure about this. It was weird. Was it weird? Okay, sure, so he and Dean had... had for a while... a while back... and there had been that one time with Castiel in Blue Earth, but everyone knew it didn't count if you were both smashed, and... but Castiel and Dean had this stupid profound bond thing, and Sam was used to being on the outside, he was fine with it, okay, why did they keep

[whit_merule]

Dean's eyes glinted at him over Castiel's shoulder, just the shade of a smirk. He was looming behind the angel, framing him, bare chest pressing against bare back, and the hands that Sam remembered really really well (okay, so he saw them every day, but Dean in bed was a different animal altogether) were running their tantalising course over the angel's sides, down the sharp cut of his hip, up over his belly just skimming over the first few hairs down there, dancing light and knowledgeable down over his thigh. Brushing where it was pressed against Sam's.

Castiel's eyes were pressed shut, like he didn't trust himself to stay human, to stay grounded, not to burn a hole in the ceiling and the fabric of their petty human reality if he opened them. Like they were a window onto the centre of him, and Dean's hands could reach right into the centre of that and twistSam knew the feeling

[ephemerall]

holy sweet jesus that was so fucking hot. I love you.