let's talk about...

[mickeym]

Well, Emeril wants to talk about spinach. I'm not in a spinach mood.

I am, however, tired hot and kind of cranky. I haven't done jack squat today at work -- either job-wise, or writing-wise -- and that's making me even crankier. I've wasted a whole day. Meh.

So, flist: what do you want to talk about? Gimme a topic. Ask me about an icon. Ask me about one of your icons. Comment porn. Ponder spinach, or eggs, or how the amount of laundry is directly INproportional to the size of the baby. Anything!

Who wants to play with me? *smiles hopefully*

Comments

[lazy-daze.livejournal.com]

Thank you for the handcuffs, lovely! Heeee! <3 I think you should talk about Sam + Dean + handcuffs :>

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

You are very welcome!

Sam and Dean and handcuffs. Well, Dean likes bondage. They both like it, but for different reasons. Dean likes being held down, or held to something. And handcuffs -- when Sam's put them on him -- are something he can feel, because they rub against his wrists, and he can feel that all the next day; can rub his fingers or thumb over the red, raw skin. It makes him ache deep inside, remembering how Sam will tease him until he can't think, and then fuck him open first with fingers and then his dick; fuck him slow and deep until Dean's begging.

Sam likes to handcuff Dean to the bed because that frees his hands up to touch his brother all over; to focus his attention on something other than holding Dean still. He likes to watch Dean struggle, never sure (either of them) if Dean's trying to move away from the sensation, or into it.

Neither one of them like handcuffs except when they're playing with one another. Too many memories of near-misses with law enforcement, that could've ended badly.

:)

You should talk to me about Sam and Dean, and watersports ;)

[lazy-daze.livejournal.com]

EEE YESSS. Dean hates being tied up normally, but as soon as Sammy breaks out the bondage he goes craaazy for it.

DUDE. Watersports is so awesome, with SamnDean (although I've loved it in other fandoms too, what little good fic there was), I don't even know. I don't find it all gross - pee is not that horrible, it's sterile, it's not really all that messy, heee, it's easily wash-off-able...ummm. :>
And there are so many aspects of watersports I like. It can be so violently kinky, where it's so wrong and weird but so crazily erotic, where the character just gets off so hard on just the idea of what he's doing, like any well-written kink, and the taboo just ties in to make it so excitingly wrong and hot, and there's also the vulnerability of it - something so intimate that they let each other see, both the act and the one with the kink revealing that to the other, something that no-one else could understand. EEE I LOVE IT.

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

I adore it for the intimacy factor. I mean yeah, the kink part is hot, but it's really (for me, anyway) the intimacy and trust, sharing something like that, that makes it kinky and hot. Because I've read stuff off Nifty that just...failed completely to achieve any level of hotness -- because there was no intimacy. It was all about humiliation and just, yuck.

I've written watersports in other fandoms -- did a whole 'romance centered and growing around the shared kink' story in popslash. Soon as I finish my sweet charity and big bang stuff, I'm going to write some more in this fandom, because Sam and Dean, man. They're just...perfect, for it.

[thehighwaywoman.livejournal.com]

*hijacks* I can't think of ANYTHING after that. Yow! *fans self with dazed grin*

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

Hee! Well, feel free to continue it, if you want :) The more who play, the merrier!

[brighton-girl.livejournal.com]

Do you watch Down Home with the Neely's? Doesn't it bug you that she calls him Daddy?

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

I don't actually watch the Food Network, except when I'm here at work, so no, haven't seen the show. But I can PROMISE you that hearing her call him (her husband, yeah?) "Daddy" would drive me absolutely batshit. *g* It's just. Wrong. *shudder*

(Though I do like Toby Keith's "Whose Your Daddy" -- country song, if you don't listen to country -- it's kind of tongue-in-cheek.)

[brighton-girl.livejournal.com]

Yes, it's just weird to refer to your husband as daddy...unless you are talking to your child. And they do it ALL the time. I'm told it's a "southern thing" but I know LOTS of southerners who do NOT do this.

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

Southern? Uh. I've lived down here in the south for...coming on fifteen years -- Kentucky, South Carolina, and Georgia -- and I honestly can't say I've ever heard anyone doing that. Thank GOD. *g*

[brighton-girl.livejournal.com]

OMG, your icon. I'm dying.

Yep, I have family in Atlanta...and they don't do it...so I don't know, but it creeps me out!

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

*laughs* Had you never seen my Cramp icon before? Hee! turps33 made it for us, because, yes. *g*

And any version of 'momma' or 'daddy' said by one adult to another (married/cohabitating adults) just freaks me the hell out. *shudders*

OTOH, by law, in the state of KY, you can get married (with parental consent) at 14, so maybe if you venture into hill country, where the REAL rednecks live...

*shudders again*

[twelve-pastels.livejournal.com]

Kraft Dinner. Discuss.

Also, give me three unconnected words and I will write comment!porn for you. Well, it'll be for me as well, but mostly for you.

:D

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

Kraft Dinner... good in a pinch, but not as a steady diet. *g* I do like the spaghetti mix, though. The rest of it...I did my time as a starving student, thanks ;)

Three unrelated words: SamnDean (what? it totally counts!), outside, smooch. Yay, comment porn!

[twelve-pastels.livejournal.com]

It is so cold and dry that Dean can feel his lips chapping in record time. Normally, he'd just tough it out, but it's just so damn dry that they'll crack and bleed if he dosen't do something, so he's taken to carrying around one of those black tubes of chapstick around with him. If he's smearing something on his lips, it's gonna look at least vaguely manly.

The wind up here is just a complete bitch. Even with his jacket and his three freakin' layers of shirts, the wind still cuts straight through to the skin like a knife. But, hey, the top of Mount Royal has the best view of the city down to the waterfront, and you can't hunt the ghosts of murdered prostitutes when they're a part of the local tourist industry. As such, Sammy's been dragging him around to every single site that he can find in the entire city. In the cold.

Dean spares a moment for the smug, warming thought that his French is better than Sam's. Sam may have taken language courses at Stanford, but those were for Spanish. Dean had had to learn French out of self-defense, holed up in south-central Maine with a sprained wrist, Selkie bites, and a tiny little old woman whose first language was, patently, not English. You wanted to know what she was really saying about you, you had to know Acadian French.

(The selkie who bit him had later apologized, saying it was all a part of a terrible misunderstanding, and had given him a bottle of something distilled from blueberries and, possibly, seaweed. Shit had a hell of a kick. The guy himself wasn't bad, for a dude who pranced around in a sealskin.)

The wind picked up again, blasting directly in Dean's face, and he hunched his shoulders and shut his eyes, grimacing. A large, warm arm snaked around his waist and turned him slightly to the side, and Sam was pressed up against his back from shoulder to calf, acting as an impromptu windbreak. Dean stiffened momentarily, but nobody was really looking, except for the two girls who were poking each other in the ribs and grinning in their direction.

Dean wriggled an arm free of Sam's octopus grasp and dug in his pocket for the chapstick. He was in the middle of smearing it on his lips when he noticed Sam watching him avidly, his eyes dark and hungry looking, his tongue darting out to wet his own lips.

Dean cocked an eyebrow. "What?"

Sam made a low, purring noise deep in his chest and craned his neck around, tilting Dean's head so that they could press their lips together. Sam sucked Dean's lower lip in, running his tongue gently over it, and then lightly nipped the upper one before letting go with one more firm press of his mouth. "Nothing. I just kinda like the chapstick."

Dean, feeling considerably warmer, shifted slightly and let out a little rumble. "Just don't expect me to go around wearing lipstick or anything."

Sam laughed, puffs of warm air against Dean's skin where he'd buried his face in his neck. "Okay, but I wouldn't say no to the cherry lip balm."

Dean figured he could always peel the lable off.


\o/ Feel better now?

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

Oh. *happy sigh* That was lovely! Thank you :) It was a very nice thing to come home from work to (well, and I had a nap, and dinner, in there, but yes *g*).

I love the thought of Dean buying cherry-flavored lip balm, and peeling the label off, so no one thinks he's unmanly *g*

*hug* thanks!

[musiclover03.livejournal.com]

Let's talk sbout how good it is to see JC on TV yet sucky that Chris is again hiding in his cave?

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

JC's been on TV? I'm so out of the loop. Unless you mean the judging thing? For singers? Dancers? Something like that, right?

But yeah, Chris definitely should come out of hiding. On the other hand, maybe he's enjoying some quiet/down time :)

[musiclover03.livejournal.com]

America's Best Dance Crew.. yes. :) Actually I guess Chris was at this South By Southwest music festival and Joey was there too :)

[geneli4.livejournal.com]

let's talk about impossible conversations. wait, i'm already bored. let's talk about anything else OMG. ♥

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

How 'bout we talk about gorgeous men with incredibly gorgeous erections? Because holy WOW, that clip you sent me! Yum. And seriously, I don't usually get all !!! over a guy's dick, but in this case? Oh, yes. *g*

Also? Love your icon :) Mine kinda has an oral thing going, too ;)

[darkseaglass.livejournal.com]

Hey... send, por favor?

[geneli4.livejournal.com]

pssst. see the comments of my post yesterday. :)

[darkseaglass.livejournal.com]

Ooooh. Gracias!

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

*snorts* I already sent her the link *g*

I would watch it again, but the kidlet isn't asleep yet. So.

Also, dude. Your icon. OMG. *makes grabby hands* Is it a shareable one? (I don't want to assume, and if it's not, I totally understand. But holy FUCK, that's hot.)

[geneli4.livejournal.com]

thanks! it's not generally shareable, but you can snag it if you want. *g* i need to do another batch of icons pretty nekkid boy icons, but, man, last time i made WAY TOO MANY and there were tons of leftovers!

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

Oh, Jesus, YOU ARE SO AWESOME I DO NOT HAVE WORDS.

Want a drabble, or something? For your awesomeness? *snuggles you*

*smooch* Thank you :)

[geneli4.livejournal.com]

oh, heee! *hearts you* no, no, drabble. instead, how about you tell yourself something wonderful ABOUT YOU every time you use it? because you are awesome, too!

[geneli4.livejournal.com]

mmm, oral things..... vaudevilles is letting me use this one for dr. k. things, and i am totally abusing the privilege here but, god, sometimes i just can't help it! :P

also, fact: gorgeous guy in that clip is a former french boybander. *g* yay boybanders!

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

Heh. I think 'oral things' and my brain automatically reverts to rimming. And blowjobbery. Can't imagine WHY. ;)

Yay for boybanders, indeed! Sometimes you just gotta abuse privilege *g* I won't tell!

[janissa11.livejournal.com]

That icon is TERRIFYING.

::also snuggles you gratuitously::

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

It's meant to be terrifying *g* The fic that inspired it scarred me for life. (Seriously. There's a J2 fic out there somewhere, that I actually read a bit of, where the author referred to Jared's eyes as CARAMEL ORBS. I shit you not.) Hence the icon. :)

*snuggles you right back* Love you, darlin' :) *smooch*

[azephirin.livejournal.com]

Here is some comment porn! This could be in the "As Certain Dark Things" 'verse, but doesn't have to be.

"You sure you want to do this?" Sam asks, then starts laughing. "Sorry," he adds. "It's just that I think the look on your face is the same as the one on mine when you ask that."

"So will you get on with it?" Dean says. He lets his arms lie lax above his head, arches his ass just a little higher on the pillow.

"Oh hell yes," Sam says, low.

He starts with his fingers. They've done this before, but usually when Sam's going down on him, so from a different angle. It's deeper this way, more intense, and when Sam goes to two, then three, Dean rocks back against them, against Sam's fingers inside him, against the soft pressure of the pillow on his cock. Then Sam, that bastard, slows down, makes Dean work for it, and Dean says, "Damn it, Sam, will you just fuck me already?"

"You're not asking very nicely."

"Sam."

"Manners, Dean."

"Fine. Sam, please. Please fuck me. Please. I need it. Now."

Sam stretches out over him, takes Dean's wrists in his hands. His cock is hard and slick between Dean's thighs. "Is that what you want?" he whispers in Dean's ear.

Why are they only now just getting around to Sam topping? He's excellent at it.

Dean tries to pull away, but Sam's grip is strong. "You're sure that's what you want? Me driving you down into the mattress until you come apart, until you come around my cock—"

"Sam, you asshole, I told you already—"

His words are cut off when Sam drives inside of him, hard and rough and exactly what Dean needs.

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

Oh, JESUS. Yeah, it totally works in the ACDT universe. *sighs happily*

Why are they only now just getting around to Sam topping? He's excellent at it.

*laughs* Uh-huh. This is not news, Dean. *g*

Amazing how much hot you can pack into a tiny little bit! Thank you :) *snugs*

[azephirin.livejournal.com]

HEE. Glad you enjoyed!

Uh-huh. This is not news, Dean.

This Dean is very intelligent, just maybe...a little slow about certain things. :P

[munibunny.livejournal.com]

Oh... Uh... I haven't had internet access in 3 days and I find myself completely drawing a blank.

*runs off to read some porn*

[munibunny.livejournal.com]

OMG! I just saw it!!!!!! Thank you for the bunnies!!!!

*smishes you*

That's the sweetest thing ever!

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

*hugs you and twirls you around*

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

Oh, you're very welcome :) Chocolate, dude. Can't ever be too much, and can't be shared enough. :)

Also, three days with no internet? You'd have to pry me off the fucking ceiling. *twitches at the thought*