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So ... if I were to do the timestamp meme, which I haven't done since Heroes fandom, would their be any requests?
(The timestamp meme is as follows: You give me a fic of mine and a date before/after it takes place - I write a snippet of a prequel/sequel/what-happens-next fic. So you could ask for, say, 1-year-later after Tale as Old as Time - or 20 years before the Baking Angel, when John comes into the bakeshop - that sort of thing.)
Juuuuuust curious :)
(The timestamp meme is as follows: You give me a fic of mine and a date before/after it takes place - I write a snippet of a prequel/sequel/what-happens-next fic. So you could ask for, say, 1-year-later after Tale as Old as Time - or 20 years before the Baking Angel, when John comes into the bakeshop - that sort of thing.)
Juuuuuust curious :)
dirty couple!!
Castiel scowls into the mirror. "I look like Lord Voldemort."
"Cut that shit out." Dean nips at his earlobe. "Or I'm gonna make sure your wand's peeking out through the whole ceremony." One hand rolls down Castiel's back, dives between his ass cheeks and pokes teasingly.
"Dean..." Castiel groans. "My parents are going to be there."
"Who'd you rather be thinking about? Them or me?" Dean grips Castiel's hips. "I have an idea. Go naked under that robe. Or wear those kickass black boxers and nothing else."
Castiel reaches back to grab Dean's hair in one strong clutching hand. "Fuck," he groans, "I'm going to have to make you fuck me before we go."
"Sweet victory." Dean leans forward; Castiel meets him halfway and they kiss, lips catching and holding. Castiel's teeth bit into Dean's lips, and he sucked hard, demanding.
Dean broke off, covering his mouth with a palm. "You're gonna leave a mark. I'm supposed to meet your parents today, remember?"
"Shut up and get the lube," Castiel orders, and damn if he doesn't turn out to be naked underneath that robe after all.
Re: dirty couple!!