KATYA, 33

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; 
I have spread my dreams under your feet; 
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

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cakeisnotpie:

uuuhshiny:

cakeisnotpie replied to your post:cakeisnotpie replied to your post: cakeisnotpie…

Really? That’s craptastic. Jeremy just called to me in the grocery store today as I was stocking up on healthy food (Yeah, right).

“Hello, Jamie? Hm… Hi! It’s Jeremy. Jeremy Renner… Hmmm. Sounds like Bond. James Bond… Sorry… You may know me”

“Umm… yeah veeeery funny… Is it some kind of joke?”

“No! No joke! Listen… I just talked with my friend here, Katya… I think you know Katya, right?”

“Yeah…”

“So… She told me about this your story, you are writing about … hmm… Clint and Dean… and all this stuff… You know… between them… So I was wondering if you could give it to me to read? If it’s OK with you of course…”

“Oh!! I don’t know, it’s kind-a… raw, unfinished…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know! But Katya told me it’s totally hot and that I really need to read it… so… If you don’t mind… I’ll sent you my e-mail, OK?”

OK? ;)))

“Really? … like, yeah? I mean, it’s rough and not really that good …”

“Katya said it’s good and that’s enough for me.  I’m waiting for her to finish our little encounter in the hallway … I hope it continues upstairs … in the shower … and the bed …. but until then, I’d like to read yours …”

“Sure, I mean, yeah, I mean … you’ll give me your email, right?”

“I’ll send it as soon as I’m done here with Katya … I mean, as soon as I can …”

;D

"She’d say hello, but she is… hm… sleeping now. I might have wore her out… accidently… So, yeahhh"

"Oh, but there is a thing… This fic is a bit off… It’s Dean slash Clint… May be you won’t like that, -“

"Oh, Jensen? Ackes? Yeah, met him couple of times back in LA… He is… yeah… soooo, definitely continue writing, OK? Love to hear your ideas about how it happened… Not saying that it did… but… bye now… I’ll keep in touch… Write me good, OK?”

— Hands. (Drabble ~500 words) —

Part Two. Part one is here

For Andree who asked for a good use of Jeremy’s hands… ;)

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— Anonymous —
It's late and you're on the train on your way home from work. There is only one other person in the car. He keeps glancing over at you. You know who he is and you can't help but notice his strong hand as he scratches his stubble and the way his jeans hug him oh so right.... tell me what happens?

In the real life? Most definitely nothing… ;)))

Let’s go to the dream world, shell we?

***

First thing I notice is his hands. Big, corded, vein-y… working hands. He rubs them over his thighs unconsciously still looking at me. The thighs are nice too… OK. I think to myself with a half smile. Let’s play.

I stand up and slowly, never looking away, approach him. At the last moment I lean and … sit on seat behind him, ‘accidently’ brushing my hand over his arm and shoulder. He feels nice, warm, real…

His move…

I hear him half-laugh as he turn around, his lips close to my ear.

“Hi” he whispers, brushing his hand along my neck, just behind my ear… Up. And down. Slow. Light. Sending shivers down my spine to oh so interesting spots…

He can play…

I face him, placing my finger on his lips, tracing them…

“Enough talk. Follow me”

I stand up and leave the car on my stop. Never turning back.

I know he follows.

Or, is he? 

To be continued in here

— Random thoughts… —

I like to go to Malls just to look at people, watch then, see how different they really are… Watching TV-shows and movies, rarely going out it is easy to forget that people do not usually perfect.

I love watching them. How they talk to one another or do not talk at all. How they look to the strangers or hide behind a book or a phone. How they full of themselves or painfully unsure…  I love people, short and tall, fat and skinny, mostly stupid, everyone unique…

And then they begin to talk in the cinema during the movie. And I remember how really I hate them…

— A WISH… (Completed, ~2500 words) —

It’s a cold night as I stand on a balcony watching a star falling… “I wish…” I say smiling bitterly to myself… Wind blows, I shiver and hurry up inside. A glass of wine, a favorite episode and off to bed. Night full of half-images, half-feelings, half-shadows and half-light… I wake up to warmth, and light, and kiss.

“Hello, sleepy head” he says, kissing my nose. “Breakfast, or…”

He is here…

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— Uuuh-shiny sent you a fanfic you asked for: It’s a cold night; you watch a star falling… “I wish…” you say smiling to yourself… Wind blows, you shiver and hurry up inside. A glass of wine, a favorite episode and off to bed. Night full of half-images, half-feelings, half-shadows and half-light… You wake up to the warmth and light and kiss. “Hello, sleepy head” he says, kissing your nose. “Breakfast, or…” He is here… —

ackleyte:

Asdfghjklkjhgsa!!! **thank you, shiny!** :-) (no reaction gifs on my phone)

Edit: And I’ll take the “or”…

I knew you would ;)))

— UUUH-SHINY, HUNTERSHELPER25 AND CRACKSMYSHITUP JOINT EFFORT IN WRITING SMUT —

What were you saying before? (smut, 1.300 words)

First he starts slow… A touch here… a soft kiss there… His hands (strong masculine) on me, leading up from my wrists to the shoulders…

He touches my chin and tilts my face up to meet his… lightly brushing my lips with his…..

I run my hands up under his shirt and explore his soft, subtle, muscular build….

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When I wake up tomorrow I hope there is a post about the dream you had about my drabble :-) IN FACT I DEMAND IT ;-) *huggles!!!*

I’ve never written smut before, so it’s gonna be sketchy…

It’s kinda continuation of your story or something… It’s a dream so I’M NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR IT!!! It was not me in it but “her” but you know … me… Oh, well…

 

Bar fight, not very serious but Jensen still throws several punches “defending my honor”…

We retreat through the kitchen, to the back door, into the small quiet dark alley, behind the bar…

He turns me around asking, “Are you OK?” Hand on my hair, devils still in the eyes, adrenalin running through our veins…

I hold him by his nape and kiss him hard, my whole body pushed into his…

He holds me tight, one hand on my low back, pressing, needing…

He is already hard… I can feel it, I can sense it…

His other hand is on my chest, squeezing, gripping hard, it almost hurt…

He pushes me back into the wall, never breaking the kiss…

His hands are under my dress, pulling my panties down…

I let him, working on his jeans…

He lifts me up, drawing the kiss lower on my neck, behind the ear, I tremble…

I part my legs, putting them all around him, holding him tight as if nothing else matters…

He pusher into me with one thrust, gasping of the sensation, gives me time…

I do not need a fucking time! So I ride him hard… All his length into me…

Oh, the sounds he makes…

I could almost come from that alone…

The pleasure is building inside, I can feel it…

I find his mouth with my own and bite his lower lip as my body shudders with orgasm…

This few erratic thrusts he comes too. Moaning low into my chest…

His legs buckle unable to hold us both anymore, so we glide along the wall down…

We sit like this, he’s on his knees, I’m on his laps, him still deep inside me…

His head is heavy on my shoulder. Both gasping for the air…

“Someone is coming” I say in a few minutes…

We stand up and run away, laughing…

Leaving my panties behind…

We won’t need them…

Where we’re going…

 

Well something like that…

uuuh-shiny:

What’s left of him by *JoWinchester401
“everything Dean”

Sam buried Dean only in clothes…
It took him the whole day just to change his dead brother into a new one. The body was so shattered, so drained in blood and barely were holding together. Gently he removed everything from it. The torn clothes, the bracelets, the samulet, the ring… Everything so Dean.
He couldn’t cry anymore, eyes dry, empty, like he felt inside. He cleaned everything as he could, put some new clothes on Dean covering the wounds, making it look like everything was OK, like his brother wasn’t torn to pieces because of him, like he still could fix it… 
The grave was ready, deep and hollow, like an open mouth waiting to swallow up everything, his hopes, his dreams, his family… 
It was time. Sam took the samulet. Suddenly the thought fired through the fog his mind was in. These were the only things left of Dean. He had nothing else… And he couldn’t, he just couldn’t part with them. 
So Sam buried Dean only in clothes, keeping the link between them unbroken through the phone (full of Dean’s voice), the ring (shining on his finger), the samulet (heavy against his chest), the leather jacket (still smelled like Dean) and Impala (waiting outside).

uuuh-shiny:

What’s left of him by *JoWinchester401

“everything Dean”

Sam buried Dean only in clothes…

It took him the whole day just to change his dead brother into a new one. The body was so shattered, so drained in blood and barely were holding together. Gently he removed everything from it. The torn clothes, the bracelets, the samulet, the ring… Everything so Dean.

He couldn’t cry anymore, eyes dry, empty, like he felt inside. He cleaned everything as he could, put some new clothes on Dean covering the wounds, making it look like everything was OK, like his brother wasn’t torn to pieces because of him, like he still could fix it…

The grave was ready, deep and hollow, like an open mouth waiting to swallow up everything, his hopes, his dreams, his family…

It was time. Sam took the samulet. Suddenly the thought fired through the fog his mind was in. These were the only things left of Dean. He had nothing else… And he couldn’t, he just couldn’t part with them.

So Sam buried Dean only in clothes, keeping the link between them unbroken through the phone (full of Dean’s voice), the ring (shining on his finger), the samulet (heavy against his chest), the leather jacket (still smelled like Dean) and Impala (waiting outside).

He didn’t flinch, didn’t walk away, didn’t push her. Because he was TAUGHT not to, because she had her WAY with him in Hell, because he KNOWS how useless to resist…

One can only endure… resuming his place, on the knees in front of her…

(S04E06 Yellow Fever)

This is when Dean finally feels… home.

In Hell Alastair played all kind of mind games with him along with torture. So Dean keeps expecting demon to appear any second and drag him down again.

But here… The only thing Dean really knows in his life is Sam. And he feels real, true… So for the first time after crawling out of his grave, Dean actually believes he is out…

(S04E01 Lazarus Rising)