#pon-floor

I was tagged by lovely Sofia!

Rules: In a text post, list 10 books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard—they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. 

Tag 10 friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them!

1. The Hobbit - J.R.R. Tolkien Because it was the first Fantasy Book i read...

2. The Lord Of the Rings Series - J.R.R. Tolkien yeah, i think no explanation is needed

3. The Harry Potter Series - J.K. Rowling  of course, it was my life!

4. Dracula - Bram Stroker

5. The Time Travelers Wife - Audrey Niffenegger

6. The Black Magician Trilogy - Trudi Canavan

7. Bartimäus - Jonathan Stroud

8. Artemis Fowl - Eoin Colfer

9. The Catcher in the Rye - J.D. Salinger

10. The Book Thief - Markus Zusak

yeah, like idk i kind of want it to be readable? but i guess anyone can just ask.

it’d be a little tiny thing either on my wrist or behind my ear.

at least you have one.

i’m toying with the idea of getting “but oh, what you could become if you learned to exhale stardust" in traditional vulcan calligraphy down my spine. or maybe the phrase in english. idk.

i already know I’m getting an abstracted dragon on my side, and theoretically, the starfleet command symbol, but i really want something down my back, because i have a glorious back.

"I thought you said cars were slow." Dean laughed, watching as the sweat started to slid down into Cas's shirt. Everything here was just a bit more attractive than it should be and he was having a hard time focusing on anything else.

"That was when I was a passenger." Cas gritted his teeth, turning the steering wheel.

"Well half an hour, okay?" Dean offered although he wasn't sure he could wait that long. He needed his hands on Cas and he needed it now, "Just until you get comfortable."

Cas smirked, as if he knew what Dean was thinking, "Am I going to be getting a reward or something?"

Dean's mind went blank but his cock was tight and pressing against his zipper. "Uh. Yeah... sure."

They didn't make it half an hour.

The Impala was parked, poorly, and Cas was still behind the wheel, but his hands were gripping the steering wheel differently and he was leaning back, gasping and thrusting up into Dean's mouth as he sucked and licked at his swollen member. He tasted like sweat and salt and skin and he was a heavy weight in Dean's mouth. 

His fingers were in Cas's thighs, touching and scratching and then traveling up into his shirt, slick with sweat. Cas was whining something, and Dean caught the word backseat, and he pulled off, heading back there as quickly as he could. 

Cas was right behind him and he landed on top of Dean and hands roamed every inch, clothing torn off and tossed aside and then it was lips clashing and circles of dark bruise rising up on skin. They're cocks slid together and the rutted against each other, breathing in gasps and moans as they clutched to each other. 

Dean's fingers were saliva slick as he trailed them over Cas's ass and plunged inside, making his sounds change to a bit rougher and needier. He was already pretty loose, Dean opened him up so often, and he was quickly made ready for Dean's cock. 

He turned them over so he was ontop of Cas, able to do everything for him. 

He palmed himself with a spit wad, getting himself wet enough to slide into Cas without pain or resistance. Cas sounded like something was finally falling away, as if he was finally able to relax as Dean sank deep inside of him. Those fingers kept clutching as Dean shifted, slipping out and then all the way back into Cas's body. 

Cas adjusted and the sounds were muffled screams, Dean's mouth swallowing the sounds as best as he could as he rammed his cock along Cas's prostate. The former angel was shaking apart and his fingers clutched at Dean's, their fingers intertwining. 

He came without being touched, his semen a thin dribble over his chest. 

Dean kept pounding, adjusting so he wasn't on the sensitive organ but was, instead, going deeper. Cas was gasping and not letting go of him, eyes closing for long periods. He was gorgeous and Dean told him, the words unconsciously tumbling from his lips. 

He swore as he came, going rigid as he emptied into Cas's ass. He fell on top of him, kisses languid and tired, hands roaming without strength.