lol let’s all hold hands and pretend again that 18 year olds would be this skilled and dirty in bed.Ну нееет, блин, ну нахрена ты это делаешь?! они у тебя такие чудесные мальчишки оба,
"If every time's the first time, how can you keep the money you bring back? How come it isn't erased the next time you go?"Сука, Кинг тоже делает это
"No clue, buddy. I told you, there's all kinds of stuff I don't know. There are rules, and I've figured out a few, but not many."
Подкидывает герою читерскую фишку и, понимая, что это вызовет вопросы, вешает упреждающий флажок: МЫ НЕ ЗНАЕМ.
Если персонаж после пережитого насилия чувствует себя оскверненным, непривлекательным и нежеланным для партнера, его потребность убедиться в обратном совершенно нормальна. Между "ощутить себя любимым" и "поверить в безусловную любовь" так-то пропасть. Чтобы продолжать любить человека, прошедшего через изнасилование, нужна не безусловность, а обычная человечность.Ну-ну)) Ох уж эти
Далее, если есть травма, есть и триггер. И запускать его может что угодно, ассоциирующееся с травматичным опытом. Для этого разрывают образовавшиеся связи, чтобы устранить эту связку. Самым простой способ для персонажей, не ходящих по врачам, сделать это - изменить отношение жертвы к принимающему сексу. Этакая домашняя терапия на минималках. Работает она не для всех и не всегда, но работает. Поэтому неудивительно, что фикрайтеры выбирают такой путь комфорта после изнасилования.
Castiel/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Magda Peterson, Family, Fix-It of Sorts, Magda Peterson Lives, fuck you
Rape/Non-Con, No Lube, Non-Consensual Bondage, Angst, Sam Winchester Whump, Castiel Whump, everywhere a whump whump
“If you do so good at the sex then why are all your female friends yelling out my father’s name?” Cas inquired looking at Dean with a straight face and unwavering attention. Dean hated that unwavering attention.
In the corner Sam made a choking noise and coffee spilled across the table as it shot out of his nose. And Dean’s beer froze halfway to his lips as he stared at Cas, already uncomfortable with the entire conversation.
“What?” Dean says smirking and trying not to think about the fact that he was teaching communication of sex to an angel who he knew was fucking his little brother, “Are you not fucking Sam hard enough that he prays to God himself in thanks.”
Dean’s smirk grows even further when Sam chokes on his coffee again.
“I felt I did an adequate job,” Castiel says,” He moans my name relatively loud.”
Dean didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. In one way the angel had just called himself “adequate” in bed, basically insulting himself. On the other hand, he just had to hear about how Sammy moans Cas’s name. And on the other, other hand, Sammy was hilariously dying of embarrassment and shock at the same time. This was an excellent blackmail opportunity, a hilarious comedy, but also a form of cold-blooded torture all at the same time. And Dean was just enough of a masochist to stay.
Его мужское естество пребывало в том самом очевидном обличье, которое совершенно недвусмысленно сигнализировало о его «приподнятом» душевном самочувствии, вопреки, казалось бы, телесному, довольно-таки бедственному в настоящий момент, на мой сугубо пристрастный взгляд.О господи
Dean, Cas, and Sam get trapped in a spell that forces them to all witness a memory in front of one another at random.Тот неловкий момент, когда понимаешь, что даже лучшие авторы иногда не заморачиваются с декорациями.
“Castiel, my Guardian Angel, my Angel, please, please tell me what to do,” Sam heard himself pray in a small voice.Аааааа, сссука, я обожаю этот фик
“You wish to show your reverence? To worship me? To worship the Lord through me, His Angel?” Castiel asked, running his fingers through Sam’s hair.
“Yes, yes, please,” Sam begged.
“My child, you may worship my Cock,” Castiel decreed, and Sam felt warm and blissful. “This is the Cock of an Angel of the Lord and you may worship it as you worship Him - with all your heart, with all your passion.”
Sam was too thrilled to speak. He felt unworthy, but Castiel had indicated otherwise, and so Sam allowed his eyes to fall to Castiel’s Cock; Sam’s heart thumped at the breathtaking sight. The Cock was enormous, even though it was flaccid. As he gazed at it, Sam felt his love for the Cock spread throughout his mind and heart, his body and soul. It was a special sort of love, a love he had only ever felt for God, and it was clear to Sam that the Angel’s Cock was an extension of God, a part of God, the same as God. Sam would send his love through the Cock, through the Angel, and to the Lord Himself, and in this way the Cock and the Angel and the Lord were all one beloved being.
“Thank you for saving my brother,” Sam said as he clung tightly to Castiel, aware that he might fall a great distance if he lost his grip. He listened to the grand beating of Castiel’s wings and felt the air rushing by them.Но это прям очень, очень грустно,
“You are welcome, my child,” Castiel said, his voice serene and lyrical.
“Why did you save him?” Sam heard himself asking. “Was it because I prayed?”
“Yes, my child,” Castiel replied, “God heard your prayers, and He gave you what you prayed for because He knows that you and your brother are good, good boys, and you deserve to be happy.”
“We do?” Sam asked with awe. “Are we going to, I mean, are you going to make everything okay? So Dean and I can be happy all the time?”
“Of course, my child,” Castiel assured him, “I am your Guardian Angel and God has sent me to protect you both. I will always make everything alright. You prayed for a happy life with your brother, and I am here to ensure you have precisely that.”
When Sam dropped his pants, his partners dropped their jaws.
Sam quit drinking demon blood years ago, but he still experiences violent urges and nightmares about hurting people. According to the lore, the antidote to demon blood is angel cum. Castiel is happy to help.Прелесть какая
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