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There's a Girl, Supernatural, NC-17
Nov. 15th, 2008 12:19 pmFandom: Supernatural
Title: There's a Girl
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Dean/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1991
Summary: Mostly, this is just porn. Dean eyes a girl. Sam is jealous. Sam brings the girl home and teases Dean.
A/Ns & Warnings: Yesterday,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
the_ellcrys accused me of...well, something with regards to the fact that I'd written nearly 12000 words of a purportedly porny story with very little porn involved until the last 2000 words or so...and she demanded smut. One-shot, PWP smut of a Wincest variety. I'll also call this very late birthday offerings for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
leodragon, kellygirl, umbralillium, wendy, girlfan1979 and ramenparty (because I suck so bad at the birthday thing for the last month or so!)
( He’s fully clothed, warm in the heat of the room. His hands are cuffed behind him, the metal of the stolen handcuffs tight enough to prevent him from twisting around too much in a bid to get free. The blindfold is already damp with sweat. He turns his head, looking for Sam’s mouth. )
Title: There's a Girl
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Dean/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1991
Summary: Mostly, this is just porn. Dean eyes a girl. Sam is jealous. Sam brings the girl home and teases Dean.
A/Ns & Warnings: Yesterday,
the_ellcrys accused me of...well, something with regards to the fact that I'd written nearly 12000 words of a purportedly porny story with very little porn involved until the last 2000 words or so...and she demanded smut. One-shot, PWP smut of a Wincest variety. I'll also call this very late birthday offerings for leodragon, kellygirl, umbralillium, wendy, girlfan1979 and ramenparty (because I suck so bad at the birthday thing for the last month or so!)( He’s fully clothed, warm in the heat of the room. His hands are cuffed behind him, the metal of the stolen handcuffs tight enough to prevent him from twisting around too much in a bid to get free. The blindfold is already damp with sweat. He turns his head, looking for Sam’s mouth. )
