Sneezy Dean and bondage?
Friend from ff.net: "Hey Mad. Let's tie Dean up and make him sneeze."
Mad: "Good god yes."
He's pinned to the wall like a frigging butterfly, and now... now he...
...Definitely has a cold. How could Sam tell?
Maybe he can... if he's really... God, that itch, it's building up fast but the witch is too far so he... holds it, he holds it in. She's pacing the room, soliloquizing. He gasps -- and swallows, willing the tingles down.
"Isn't that right, Dean?"
"You'll have to speak up, sweetheart."
"You pretty thing."
She leans in close. Her eyes drop to his mouth. The warmth...
Buzzing... pressure... he goes perfectly still.
He'll land with both fists flying. He'll --
"HA-SHSHSHHSHOOOO!"
For once they're tied up face to face.
"HGGKX! Uhhh-h... hih-ISHSHH-uh!"
Dean's doing his best to bury his nose in his armpit. Sam can see his arms working the bonds again for the first time in awhile, straining to cover his face as he --
"CHCHGX-shuh! ITCHCH! Hh-hh-h-CHOOOO!"
"You don't sound so good."
Dean sniffles and strains his nostrils toward his biceps. He almost makes it. "Goddab it." Flushed and snotty, he closes eyes.
"The funny part is that I have a napkin in my pocket."
Dean's boot heel comes up and hovers at Sam's waist.
"OK... let's talk about this."
My friend's is here.
Mad: "Good god yes."
He's pinned to the wall like a frigging butterfly, and now... now he...
...Definitely has a cold. How could Sam tell?
Maybe he can... if he's really... God, that itch, it's building up fast but the witch is too far so he... holds it, he holds it in. She's pacing the room, soliloquizing. He gasps -- and swallows, willing the tingles down.
"Isn't that right, Dean?"
"You'll have to speak up, sweetheart."
"You pretty thing."
She leans in close. Her eyes drop to his mouth. The warmth...
Buzzing... pressure... he goes perfectly still.
He'll land with both fists flying. He'll --
"HA-SHSHSHHSHOOOO!"
For once they're tied up face to face.
"HGGKX! Uhhh-h... hih-ISHSHH-uh!"
Dean's doing his best to bury his nose in his armpit. Sam can see his arms working the bonds again for the first time in awhile, straining to cover his face as he --
"CHCHGX-shuh! ITCHCH! Hh-hh-h-CHOOOO!"
"You don't sound so good."
Dean sniffles and strains his nostrils toward his biceps. He almost makes it. "Goddab it." Flushed and snotty, he closes eyes.
"The funny part is that I have a napkin in my pocket."
Dean's boot heel comes up and hovers at Sam's waist.
"OK... let's talk about this."
My friend's is here.