⭐️Dollar-store Bacchus, for director’s commentary? ⭐️
It’s so hot and so funny but also so shocking that Dean actually pulls his gun and [REDACTED]!! I love it a lot.
this was a fundraiser fic for Palestine with the prompt of Dean's shame and guilt being at the forefront. it is solidly ok. I'm glad you like it.
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honestly I was tired of the fundraiser fics at this point (that's on me, bit off more than I could chew) but I did have a bit of fun with this one.
He followed the girl down the hall and out through the kitchen, like Goodfellas.
I am always thinking about this shot from goodfellas. always.
Hot coffee, waitresses of a similar affectation,
the original line here was hot black coffee and waitresses of a similar affectation, but I feel weird bringing up race without a reason, idk. of course hot ladies can also be hot black ladies but I didn't want it to be cheap. dean would have said it, though.
Sam grabbed his face hard, all in one hand, so his mouth screwed up. He dug in his nails and Dean moaned, grateful, and Sam wrenched hard and threw him by his face onto the punch table.
I really wanted this to be the one-two punch of not only brother fucking as the secret but Dean wanting to be hurt during sex as the secondary secret. I've discussed this before and it is technically canon but I love a Dean with a bit of “wanting to get his shit rocked” in him. that man was born to be thrown around.
He became slowly aware that his head was in Sam’s lap and he was sprawled out supine on the pavement. The day was still bright; not much time had passed. Sam’s big hands loosely framed his face. Dean had a crick in his neck, but no hole in his temple.
I forget when in the process I knew dean would shoot himself in the head but that was the centrepiece of this for me haha. the best part. and that we don't see it, but Sam would have sat there as his body knit itself back together.
He eyed a bright yellow curb on the other side of the alley made of good, dependable concrete. If only he had the balls to headbutt it.
I should have made him headbutt it. this fic should have been him killing himself over and over again.
Dean stayed, or Sam left first. There were no other options.
with apologies to Richard siken. someone leaves first, this is a very old story, there are no other versions of this story. some of the most beautiful words in the English language.
Sam said, “I’m driving.”
dom behaviour. to dean.
His cock was hard and red and bobbing bare against his stomach and he screwed his eyes shut even though he was driving. Still, come blurted out of his slit. It felt like coming the way his knees shook but if he held it off—if he—
I have unfortunately shown you guys my ass with this stuff way too often to pretend I don't get off on orgasm denial. in the comments of one fic (ot this one) MULTIPLE people knew which specific porno creator I was referencing. you can't hurt me or even make me ashamed.
not pop or country, just some local talk radio. At the regular council meeting this past Thursday, the municipal council members voted against the proposed construction of the new…
I am tapped into my local city Council lol. I get their emails and review meeting minutes. get involved in municipal politics, they affect your life much more than federal.
Dean hadn’t even thought about how they’d left it behind, which only made it worse. He was so worked up over his own shit that it didn’t even register. If any of those kids had died…
I forgot about it myself. this was me remembering. ha ha ha
Sam would stay in the car, he had to, Dean just needed a second. His hands were clumsy and shaking getting his jeans down and it felt like he wasn’t going to make it.
I lied earlier about not being embarrassed writing this stuff. this is embarrassing and I should be killed.
A miasma of burnt dark roast, congealed grease and Pine Sol, unbrushed teeth and undercooked wholesale packs of sweet maple bacon, grocery store croissants stuffed with cold salted butter, pine tree-shaped air fresheners and tire rubber.
I do a fair amount of driving through the BC interior and I am in love with gas stations and diners attached to gas stations. husky restaurant my beloved.
He shoved the door open, grabbed the back of the toilet and threw up into the bowl.
I'm not sexually into vomit but it comes up a lot in my stories cause my sister has a phobia of it and it made my life hell as a kid. vomiting is very emotionally charged. to me
the ending of this fic feels very contrived to me, which I apologize for. I got tired. hope you liked it though !!
