De azért azt is megemlíteném, hogy hihetetlen milyen Crossroad-okat tudnak alkotni egyesek.
Az eddigi legjobb párosítás a Heroes Claire-je és az SN Dean-je volt, amit olvastam.
De ma 1-2 nagyon beteg párosítás is a szemem elé került. Szóval a fantázia sok helyen megvan. Nem is tudom, hogy örömünkre vagy éppen ellenkezőleg. Azért előfordult már, hogy volt 1-2 jólmegszerkesztett Fanfic, amiben lehet volt némi perverzió, de köze nem volt a 18-as karikás előadásokhioz, amiket valahogy gyűlölök. Szerintem bőven elég, ha ezt a témát az ember csak burkoltan adja elő. Vagy csak én vagyok maradi? Lehet. Egy hasznos tanács a fanfic szerelmeseinek:OLVASSÁTOK EL A BEVEZETŐT! (sok kellemetlenséget kikerülhettek vele...)
Diszkréten betenném ezt a kis irományt:
He’s married, married. He’s never been happier in his god damn life- he tries not to think about the first time he got to kiss Rory Gilmore, first time he saw her, first time she told him she loved him. He tries not to imagine whose brown hair flicked out of the edge of his vision as he turns to kiss Lindsay as their families and friends all roar about them, happy and congratulatory. He tries not to look up out of the kiss and see her walking away.
They are in Maui by the end of the night, holed up in their ritzy hotel, in their closet that should be a hotel room (it’s all they could afford, all their families could buy, even with their money merged together). She wasn’t a virgin, and she didn’t pretend she was. He had experience (with his hand under Rory’s school skirts and his thumbs working in places he never even imagined, his hands inside her shirt and working, kissing her all over), but nothing compared to Lindsay.
He rides her hard, delighting in her whimpers and screams (not with the way she doesn’t fit around him- she’s tight, but not enough). He closes his eyes as her screams begin to escalate, closes his eyes as he feels himself coming, imagines someone else beneath him (he doesn’t want to, but her pale face, brown hair and blue eyes, slit open with pain and pleasure). He feels himself coming the more he sees her in his minds eye. But it’s
Being with Rory is different. She holds him tight by his shoulders (by his dick) and lets him kiss her, lets him hold her close against him when he finally answers, lets her bite him, lets her cry, when he finally breaks her. He feels every single part of her touching him, no condoms, as they make love (there’s no fucking, nothing akin to sex, its love) together. When he comes inside her, he isn’t afraid to breath out her name, let her arms wrap around his shoulders as he shudders and empties into her. When he lies beside Rory in her tiny bed, wrapped tightly around each other just to fit, he doesn’t think about his marriage. He only thinks about his mistakes.
Köszönöm, hogy egy ideig nem fogok tudni aludni. Tényleg kössz!
Ja és a commentek elég változatosak:
1: Mmmmm...yummy!
2:*fans self* That's hot!
3: I could cry =[
I adore Rory/Dean. There should have been so much more..they made him out to be a right tool. It does my head in that a large hand of the Gilmore verse hate Dean.
erre válasz:
Oh no no no, please don't cry, please don't! I love Dean, I truly do- he was the best part of Gilmore Girls for me. Truth was I just wanted to get him laid! :( I'm so sorry I made you cry.
I don't understand why many in the Gilmore fandom hate Dean, I really don't. He was the best for Rory.
Ez a csaj esküszöm, hogy hibbant!
Kedvem: OMG!
Ez tényleg durva egy Szívek szállodájás sztorihoz.Azt hiszem egy ideig nem tudom kiverni ezt a fejemből és folyton ez ugrik majd be ha meglátom Deant és Roryt.
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