You know what I really, really want? Fisting fic. Yes. Sam/Dean fisting fic. Dirty, filthy Sam/Dean fisting fic.
But my write is all writered out. ._.
...seriously, though. With Sam's big ass hands? And DEAN, all broken to itty bitty pieces and maybe a little shifty at first, because hey, that's pretty kinky there, Sammy boy, and all those trust issues and zomg. WE WANTS IT. And by we, I obviously mean me, the evil twin and the WORLD.
But my write is all writered out. ._.
...seriously, though. With Sam's big ass hands? And DEAN, all broken to itty bitty pieces and maybe a little shifty at first, because hey, that's pretty kinky there, Sammy boy, and all those trust issues and zomg. WE WANTS IT. And by we, I obviously mean me, the evil twin and the WORLD.
...Okay I don't usually get that verbose in comments. >_> Don't mind me over here.
Hey, I don't mind at all, keep going, I know it works for me. XD And hey, you might inspire me to get started sooner! >:D
Honestly I hadn't thought much about Supernatural and fisting before, although I think I did read an okay story with it once - but when I do think of it I get caught up on Sam's knuckles, the shape of his hands, the scars he must have. Every shooter gets a little scar between thumb and forefinger - that's how you learn to keep your damn hand out of the way of the slide, by getting sliced open a few times. He must have calluses on the pads of his fingers, gripping shovels and knives and steering wheel leather. He's got big knuckles, unmistakably male, the kind that doesn't squeeze together well at all - he's not compact, that's for sure, for all that he can do a passable try at inconspicuous. So there's no way to make him small here, no way to make Dean take anything less than all of him - and Dean can take it, breathe in and bear down, four fingers in his ass and the other hand on the small of his back, stroking down his sides, soothing the trembling jerking muscles and the little fragile noises Dean doesn't even know he's making. He's caught up in Sam's hand, the thick bend of his thumb now, slickwet heat throbbing in slow heartbeat time. He opens up and clings in turns, trembling, and Sam whispers yeah, Dean, like that in a voice gone dry as desert dust.
Ahaha I have to relearn how to be shameless. XD Performance anxiety!
I'mma just reread this paragraph a couple times and bask, kay? *dreamy sigh*
*eyes all this* Huh, alright, maybe I will work harder at finishing that one story so I can try writing something new and gratuitous with them. But really, you should write the fisting. I will never say no to fisting fic. :D
no accounting for taste, though.
It's here--> My Whole Huge (Handhttp://laugiana.livejournal.com/42822.html#cutid3). Just scroll down a bit.
http://smokeringhalos.livejournal.com/11