I used to care, but now I take a pill for that
Все хотят меня добить сегодня 
Супер-мега динокастиэлевский порн - там ТАКОЕ классное креативное использование крыльев Кастиэля... заруливает все прошлые wing-фики в минуса
Quiet Enough So Sam Won't Hear from the Motel
He glances over at Dean, sitting on the couch next to his brother with his hand on a beer and his eyes glued to the women in the TV. Castiel is sitting on the lone recliner a little ways away, but even that small distance is too much right now. It is not, however, too much a distance for his wing to stretch across, so he lets an invisible, silent wingtip brush across Dean's jaw. Dean startles so badly he nearly spills his beer, and then holds so still Castiel thinks he might have stopped breathing under Sam's mildly concerned scrutiny. A moment later Sam apparently decides there is nothing wrong with his brother that requires immediate attention, and returns to watching the TV. Dean lets out a slow breath and glares at Castiel.
Castiel isn't fazed in the least. He continues to caress Dean's skin with his wing, trailing feathers across his cheek and under his jaw and down the length of his neck. Dean is still glaring, but the way he subconsciously tilts his head back just a little to give Castiel more access to his neck softens the effect of the glare. Sam glances at him again, and Dean tries to pass it off with a stretch, straightens his legs and puts his arms over his head and arches his body. This does two things simultaneously: it reminds Castiel of the way Dean's sweaty, naked body arches under his hands and wings in pleasure, and it exposes a sliver of skin on Dean's stomach because his shirt rides up.
Эта девушка своими фиками добивает, как контрольными в голову
Но и мой ноут не отстает, потому что сижу я, значит, читаю и растекаюсь лужицей, и как раз читаю слово "Castiel" - и тут он мне тоже говорит "Castiel". Я как Дин - хорошо, пива в руке не было, но я подпрыгнула на полметра. А оказывается, эта у меня программа там одна работу закончила, а на сигнальном сообщении у меня как раз стоит это слово (у меня весь комп только Кастиэлевскими фразами и разговаривает - я уже говорила
), и я погруженная в фик нафиг забыла обо всем совершенно 
Супер-мега динокастиэлевский порн - там ТАКОЕ классное креативное использование крыльев Кастиэля... заруливает все прошлые wing-фики в минуса
Quiet Enough So Sam Won't Hear from the Motel
He glances over at Dean, sitting on the couch next to his brother with his hand on a beer and his eyes glued to the women in the TV. Castiel is sitting on the lone recliner a little ways away, but even that small distance is too much right now. It is not, however, too much a distance for his wing to stretch across, so he lets an invisible, silent wingtip brush across Dean's jaw. Dean startles so badly he nearly spills his beer, and then holds so still Castiel thinks he might have stopped breathing under Sam's mildly concerned scrutiny. A moment later Sam apparently decides there is nothing wrong with his brother that requires immediate attention, and returns to watching the TV. Dean lets out a slow breath and glares at Castiel.
Castiel isn't fazed in the least. He continues to caress Dean's skin with his wing, trailing feathers across his cheek and under his jaw and down the length of his neck. Dean is still glaring, but the way he subconsciously tilts his head back just a little to give Castiel more access to his neck softens the effect of the glare. Sam glances at him again, and Dean tries to pass it off with a stretch, straightens his legs and puts his arms over his head and arches his body. This does two things simultaneously: it reminds Castiel of the way Dean's sweaty, naked body arches under his hands and wings in pleasure, and it exposes a sliver of skin on Dean's stomach because his shirt rides up.
Эта девушка своими фиками добивает, как контрольными в голову
Но и мой ноут не отстает, потому что сижу я, значит, читаю и растекаюсь лужицей, и как раз читаю слово "Castiel" - и тут он мне тоже говорит "Castiel". Я как Дин - хорошо, пива в руке не было, но я подпрыгнула на полметра. А оказывается, эта у меня программа там одна работу закончила, а на сигнальном сообщении у меня как раз стоит это слово (у меня весь комп только Кастиэлевскими фразами и разговаривает - я уже говорила
), и я погруженная в фик нафиг забыла обо всем совершенно
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12.01.2009 в 00:39keepaofthecheez.livejournal.com/795416.html?#cu...
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12.01.2009 в 00:43Да ладно, люди какой-то фигней мучаются, имхо
Если что - в жж обсудим, ладно? ))))
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12.01.2009 в 00:50Какой фик!
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12.01.2009 в 00:52Да не говори, креативный до нет спасу ))))))
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13.01.2009 в 00:11-
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13.01.2009 в 00:15О, да, у меня wing!porn и раньше был огромным кинком, я очень любила фики, где у Дина под влиянием разных всяких заклятий крылья вырастали, а тут настоящий ангел в каноне. С крыльями! Чего еще можно желать? )))))
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13.01.2009 в 00:21