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CHEEZE WHIZ, PEOPLE
I've just spent the last half hour trying to curl my hair--trying to being the key words, here. Why do I fail at being girly?! Someone help, I'm useless and now my hair looks like someone took an entire can of invisible cheeze whiz to it, WHAT DO I DO?
ETA: Are any of my betas hanging around? I need a fic done ASAP, if you're up for it. If not, is anyone willing to do a quick run-through?
ETA: Are any of my betas hanging around? I need a fic done ASAP, if you're up for it. If not, is anyone willing to do a quick run-through?
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*hands you keys*
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Sam can't get enough of Dean's voice when he's like this, all strung out and fucked up, breaking every second syllable. Sammy, he says, over and over like a prayer or a curse, begging, and Sam gives him what he needs: he rubs his thumb along the head of Dean's cock and sucks the soft, crinkled skin of Dean's balls into his mouth. It's foolproof, Sam knows, and it gets Dean off like nothing else, and if he plays his cards right, he can usually coax out a scream, too. He's lucky this time, his finger bumps something just right while it's thrusting in-and-out of Dean's hole, and Dean comes like he's dying, screaming so loud Sam's sure the neighbors are going to complain.
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You can really keep me, but make sure to keep the super glue at hand so that you can always put my brain back together again. *snuggles*
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"He's sure got issues with you," the shapeshifter says, hands on Sam's thighs, leaning over him. They're almost nose to nose and Sam can smell him he's so close. He smells like Dean.
"I mean me." The shapeshifter pauses, grins, "Look at you, all tied up and no place to go. I could pop my fly just looking at you."
Sam's eyes widen and he sucks in a breath through his teeth. "Shut up," he manages, voice shaky even to his own ears. "You're not him."
The shapeshifter laughs, all Dean again: low, smooth and sexy. Sam shifts, and, fuck, he is not getting hard, he is not. "Don't try to deny it, little brother. I've been in your head, I know what you sometimes think of when you take those long showers."
He's sliding forward, straddling Sam's thighs and sitting with his ass comfortably settled against Sam's erection before either of them can even blink. Sam tries to strain away because this is wrong, he's not Dean, no matter how much he looks like him or talks like him, but then a wet tongue is teasing at a patch of skin right behind his ear and he can't hold back a loud moan.
"I know everything about your body, Sammy, and I know everything about you. How long do you think you can resist me? Resist him?" the shifter asks, wicked grin in his voice. He bites down, hard, on Sam's pulse point, and, without warning, Sam's humping up against Dean (no, not Dean) and coming in his pants.
He pants, falling against the ropes and letting them support his weight. "Now, wasn't that nice? Not so hard, is it?" Dean says, pressing a kiss against Sam's jaw.
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Kiks are more than welcome! This makes me very hapy
in my pats. Now I can go to bed with niiiice images in my head.Thanks for the glue, it may be needed again now
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/lewd