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faiththatfuelsu

What's RP without a healthy dose of Smut

Jun 25, 2009 12:35

Sex, it's the universal language. And who doesn't like a lotlittle smut with their RP? Maybe you've seen a character that yours wouldn't mind getting down with, and had no clue how to go about it, or it would be completely random to just hop in bed together. Here's your opportunity to fix that! Reply with a scenario you'd love to thread, a simple " ( Read more... )

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the_impala_kid June 25 2009, 17:07:14 UTC

the_impala_kid

vas_spirituale June 25 2009, 19:47:38 UTC

She won't let me post her name, but you know you want to!

the_impala_kid June 25 2009, 19:55:22 UTC

Always.

Thread, fic, kink-nasty good-times, what is your pleasure on this smut-meme day?

vas_spirituale June 25 2009, 19:57:21 UTC

Hey, pretty much everything is kinky to her. *grins*

A plain old SWS style thread is good for us. Quick and less mind melting than a thread thread?

Then hah! Behold as I start mid-scene. the_impala_kid June 25 2009, 19:59:31 UTC

Dean smiles, wincing a bit as his ribs complain. "I'm fine, really. But the damn med kit away and let's go get some pie or somethin'. Pie fixes everthing."

Your kung-fu skills are impressive... vas_spirituale June 25 2009, 20:06:59 UTC

Ashriel pins Dean with a look and smirks softly, shaking her head. "I may not be mortal, but that wound isn't exactly a scratch, Dean. Let me look at it."

Dean/Ash the_impala_kid June 26 2009, 07:05:08 UTC

He grumbles, but she's between him and the door -- and therefore him and the car, and him and dinner. "Fine." He strips off his shirt, scowling at her. "Go on, poke and prod. But I'm tellin you, Ash, I'm just dandy."

Dean/Ash vas_spirituale June 26 2009, 07:13:45 UTC

Chuckling softly, she places a hand on his shoulder and lightly pushes him back to the nearest seat. "Sit. And be patient, alright?"

Crouching in front of him, she places her hand on his leg and leans in, looking at the wound for a long moment before clearing her throat and laughing. "...okay. Fine. I'll admit when I'm wrong. It's...just a scratch." She reaches up and rubs the back of her neck before her eyes flash up to him and she gives him a rueful grin.

Re: Dean/Ash the_impala_kid June 26 2009, 16:15:20 UTC

Her hand's warm on his leg, and there's something about the way she smells, like she hasn't lost all of that light yet, the angel side of her. Even grimy and dirty and sweaty from the hunt, she still manages to smell good. It's a trick he doesn't know how to manage, but it works out good on her.

"Just a scratch," he says, reaching up for her, pulling her back down. "I told you."

Dean/Ash vas_spirituale June 26 2009, 18:00:31 UTC

"I know, I know..." She gives him a bemused look until he pulls her down again and she huffs a soft surprised laugh. "Dean?" Her heart beats a little faster, something she once associated with a coming battle but now she has new, different things to associate it with. Her hand tightens a little on his leg, the adrenaline of battle, heady and thick, coursing through her and she's forgotten about her own nicks and bruises, focusing instead on him.

He smells like battle and no perfume or cologne in the world could match that scent. Reaching up, Ashriel slides her hand behind his head and crushes her mouth to his in a kiss.

Re: Dean/Ash the_impala_kid June 27 2009, 06:07:46 UTC

He wraps his arms around her, pulls her down into his lap, kissing her back just as roughly. Part of it's left over adrenaline, bodies still primed and pumping for the battle just ended. And part of it's desire, what's always there stretched under the surface, desire to touch and be touched, that's settled over him like a low-grade fever whenever she's nearby. And part of it, he knows, is the clock ticking down around them, the clock telling him not to waste time, not to let opportunities go, to take every moment. Because he's seen the other side and he knows what's coming, and wasting it would be worse than sin itself.

Re: Dean/Ash vas_spirituale June 27 2009, 06:16:23 UTC

The idea of time is something new to Ashriel. Being immortal, an angel, she never much had to think about it, worry about it. Now? Time is such a strange thing to her. She feels her heart beat harder as she slides into his lap easily, fitting her lean body against his as she wraps her legs around his waist. She's never experienced Hell, but she knows pain. Dean's touch chases the loneliness, the doubt, the uncertainty away. Her hands slide down, dragging her own shirt off, and she drops it to the side, forgotten.

Re: Dean/Ash the_impala_kid July 1 2009, 03:18:30 UTC

She slides up close to him, and he winces against her lips as he pulls her close, her body pressed tight against his bruises, but he relishes the pain, the pain just another way of his body telling him that he's here. He runs his hands down her care back, grinding his hips up into hers, his jeans too tight in the best way already.

Re: Dean/Ash vas_spirituale July 1 2009, 03:28:43 UTC

Ashriel feels the wince, though she doesn't pull away from the kiss. How many times has she asked Dean if he's alright, only to have him smirk, to have him say that he's fine? If he's hurt, she knows that he'll say something, so she just nips his lip softly, pressing her hips down against his, feeling his arousal already.

At that feeling, she does pull away, her hands moving to the fly of his jeans, stripping him of his pants, boxers, and shoes in short order, tossing his boots over her shoulder as she looks up at him, a smile on her lips and a somewhat devious shine to her eyes.

"Better?" she asks, reaching down to unfasten her own jeans, leaving them on but loose as she moves back to him, trapping his mouth in another kiss.

Re: Dean/Ash the_impala_kid July 7 2009, 05:32:31 UTC

"Gettin there, baby," he says, his voice nearly a growl. He needs to be inside her, wants to feel her around him, warm and wet and tight, wants to hear her making those sounds in his ear -- those nice, uninhibited sounds, the sounds of a woman who never got told that she wasn't supposed to let out what she was feeling every which way she was feeling it, and god if that wasn't a side benefit of banging it out with a former angel he didn't know what was.

He's got one hand in her pants now, sliding his fingers down to where he likes them best, slipping against her clit, down to brush against her before dipping just inside, just enough to tease, and then back. His other hand's on her breast, massaging gently, rolling her nipple between his fingers. He's rubbing up against her, pulling back from the kiss long enough to grin at her. "We're getting there now."

Re: Dean/Ash vas_spirituale July 7 2009, 05:51:59 UTC

Ashriel's eyes are hooded as she moves closer, her skin hot and flushed, her chest rising and falling quickly. She shifts towards his hand, her toes curling in her boots as his fingers slide down against her and tease her in that sweet way that only he knows how to. She devours his mouth with her own, hungry for him, and she reaches down to shuck her pants and toe off her boots as he speaks.

"And where is there exactly?" she smirks, leaning forward as she pushed him back against the bed, mindful of his wound. "And how do we get there?"

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