Castiel had never been human before.

The vessel - man, the man - was in the process of dying when Castiel was sent to his side.

The room was bright, a sterile white bathroom in a sterile white apartment, wealth was in evidence, but so was deep unhappiness. The man was on the floor, blood pooling from his wrists and staining the soft ( Read more... )

So I'm going through my fics folder, and I swear to god, I've got about 3457643 unfished stories in there, from 3 or 4 different fandoms. There's stuff, for instance, from HP that I don't even remember writing. Which is annoying, because I get to the end and I'm like "Well? And? What happens next?" Ages ago I had a Draco/Harry fic called In the ( Read more... )

You know what pisses me off in porn? Two things.

ONE. When the narrator TELLS you that so-and-so has a filthy mouth instead of just having the character, I don't know, talk filthy. COME ON. "Dean sucked Sam's cock and, Christ, Sam had a filthy mouth, and Dean was so turned on he was gonna come just from listening to it blah blah blah." You know what ( Read more... )

I hate that feeling where you find a fic you like, and then go through and read a whole bunch of other fics by that author, and they're all just as good, and you're like "Yay! Good fic forever!" but then you suddenly realise that they probably haven't written an infinite supply just for you and you're about to run out and be right back where you ( Read more... )

Ok, so! I didn't get the assistant manager position that I've basically been DOING at my shop for the past few months! My boss told me yesterday, and I was all *fume, fume, stab* And planning my letter of resignation. BUT THEN. I had an interview with the group manager (my boss's boss) today and I got an assistant manager position at a shop much ( Read more... )

I haven't updated in approx. 63 billion years. SORRY. Being assistant manager is HARD! My job used to be so simple. I sold books. I was a bookseller, a seller of books and associated items - bookmarks, notebooks, etc. It was pure and elegant. I indulged it its sweet simpicity. Now, though. Oh, now. Now I have to show up an hour before we even open ( Read more... )

I would like a Gerard/Bob/Frankie love triangle, please. Or maybe established Gee/Frank and they decide to...have sex with Bob. I dunno, I'm too tired to come up with a plausible situation tonight. Just. It'd be real hot, ok?

( It might go a bit like this little snippet, maybe. )

It’s like, the first time it happened Bob couldn’t stop laughing and feeling kind of like a Bad Man, because it’s Mikey, you know? Mikey Way sitting on his lap drinking a virgin screwdriver (“So you’re drinking orange juice.” “Shuttup, it sounds cooler this way.”) and laughing at fucking… something. Bob has no idea, because Mikey’s got one hand on ( Read more... )

 
( Straight on Through )

Between My Legs and Knicker Lace

“So, did you ever fuck him?”

Sarah laughs breathlessly against Jo’s bare stomach, lips soft and sticky, gloss leaving pink streaks over her belly button.

“You ever fuck Dean?” she counters, her eyelashes fluttering and tickling Jo’s skin.

Jo smiles and settles back into the pillows, one of her hands ( Read more... )