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Forbidden Love


You're stuck in a messed up or forbidden romance, but you can't resist the draw of it. Maybe your families are feuding, you're cheating on a lover, or you're in love with your own sibling. Whatever the reasons are, you know your relationship wouldn't be approved of by a long shot. You just can't resist the temptation though. - Post your character's name in the subject, along with series and preferences. - Others go to RNG and roll 1-5 for a scene and relationship type (if needed), then 1-6 for a scene and respond! - ??? - Profit!!!		Relationship Type (optional) 1. Family - you're keeping it all in the family, literally. 2. Balance of power - the other person has a higher status than you somehow. 3. Cheating - you're both having an affair together. 4. Caught in the middle - it's nothing you've done, but the feud going on between those you're both close to keeping you apart. 5. Other - some other type of relationship we've forgot? Want to combine? Go right on ahead! Scenes Sweet 1. Can't deny it - you've tried to run from your feelings for so long and you can't do it anymore. It's time that you show the object of your affection exactly how you feel. Hopefully you don't lose everything in the process! 2. First time - it's your first time making love together. Is it awkward? Do you go all out or is it spur of the moment? 3. Accidental - you didn't actually mean to confess or kiss. They overheard you or it was an accidental kiss. Maybe you were just really drunk and let it slip! 4. Close as can be - you just want to make love and you've found a spot where it's just you and your partner, however you want it to be. 5. Happily ever after - somehow, you've made it work and you're both happy together, even if it meant you had to run away together. 6. Other - is there another scene you'd like to play out? Want to combine something? Do it here! Angst 1. Conflict - you've just had a fight with your lover over your relationship or how you handle it. Can you find it in yourselves to forgive each other? 2. Cheated - your lover has cheated on you and you need to confront them about their reasons why and if you can work it out. 3. Found out - you've been found out by someone close to you and they're less than thrilled with your relationship. 4. Disgust - though they play along with it, they're secretly disgusted by the relationship they have with you and it finally comes out into the light. 5. Guilt - one of you is feeling guilty over your relationship, knowing it can never be truly normal or more than a secret. 6. Other - is there another scene you'd like to play out? Want to combine something? Do it here! Comfort 1. Soothing touch - what better way to sooth your lover than to make love to them and show them that no matter what other people say, you're not going anywhere. 2. Fight for you - whoever has found out about your relationship is trying to hurt your lover and you're not going to let them. 3. Won't let you go - you need your lover to realize that you won't let them go, no matter what. 4. Back together - you broke up for a bit, but whatever it is between you two, you can't stay apart. 5. Injured - your lover was injured because of your relationship and it's time to patch them up. 6. Other - is there another scene you'd like to play out? Want to combine something? Do it here! Twisted 1. Forced - you know your partner isn't interested in you like this, but you keep them going along with the relationship no matter what. Coercion, blackmail, whatever it takes. 2. Won't take no - their lips might say no, but you're not listening. 3. Control - you've given them some kind of potion to get your love interest to love you in return and they have to do whatever you say. 4. Recorded - you're not really interested in this forbidden love affair, but you must do it or you'll face some tough consequences. 5. Insult - you're cornered by those who disapprove of your relationship, hearing how filthy you are. 6. Other - is there another scene you'd like to play out? Want to combine something? Do it here! Ending 1. Left alone - you woke up to your lover trying to slip away in the night because of the strain of the relationship. Do you let them go or try and fight for it? 2. Torn apart - others are keeping you apart after they found out about your relationship, giving you only minimal contact. What do you do? 3. Ending fight - the argument has turned dirty and ends with one of you storming out. 4. Parting ways - both of you have decided to part ways. It's just so much easier. 5. Always love you - though you'll always love each other, maybe it's time the relationship goes back to being strictly platonic. It would be easier... or maybe that's just how one of you feels. 6. Other - is there another scene you'd like to play out? Want to combine something? Do it here!
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[Adrenaline is still coursing through Dean's system. It had been a fairly straightforward hunt, except for the fact that this guy went and got himself in the middle of it. Always fun, saving some poor sucker's ass from something out of an uncensored nightmare.

Another day in the life. Besides, this guy seems okay, was actually fairly capable as they go. Hell, Dean even offers to take him home. Lets him into the Impala.

He's not expecting the kiss though, and after a startled moment (and a very reflexive moment of returning it), he draws back, blinking and staring.] Whoa... h-hold on a second here.

...Yeah, fuck. Sorry. Don't know what came over me.

[He kind of does. Dean's cute, and he likes a guy who can hold his own. Plus, adrenaline can be an aphrodisiac.

But from the look on his face, he's going to guess that maybe Dean is not into men. Which makes this moment awkward.]

Let's pretend that didn't happen, yeah?

Yes. Good. Let's do that. Healthy denial is good.

[Excellent. Pretend it never happened. Dean is all over that. It's a strategy he's used quite a bit before -- sometimes almost effectively even. The problem now is that he can't take his mind off it, can't seem to stop his heart from racing just a little bit faster than it was a moment before even.

Damn it.

He casts another glance over at him. This... this isn't going to work. Right? Except his body is craving, and that kiss may be the tipping point. ...screw it. It's his turn to lunge across the console, grip at the front of the other man's shirt and crush his lips to Andrew's.]

[Maybe Andrew misinterpreted his misinterpretation.

Fuck.

It doesn't take him long to react, kissing Dean back eagerly, teasing at the younger man's lower lip with his tongue. He's letting Dean dictate the pace, decide what he wants, how he wants it.

But Andrew's quite curious to see how this will end up. Especially as he puts a hand on Dean's thigh, giving him the nonverbal signal that touching is welcomed.]

[This is literally the worst idea he's ever had, and he signed his soul over to hell at one point so that is setting the bar pretty damn high. He's into women. But it's more and more difficult to give a fuck by the second.

Dean may be wading into uncharted waters here, but he's never been the tentative type. So hesitation is quick to slip away. His lips part, hungrily. Somehow that hand on his thigh feels searingly hot.

His own hand loosens its grip of Andrews shirt to instead press flat against his chest. Yes. Definitely a man, his brain adds helpfully, before the rest of his body tells it to shut up already. And go with it.]

[Being openly bisexual - for the last three months, at least - Andrew has no such qualms, unless you count accidentally freaking Dean out.

He continues the kiss, gently sliding his tongue into Dean's mouth where it does some very seductive things. He might not have much experience with men but he can be flirty when he wants to be.

He can feel his cock getting up in his jeans and groans. He doesn't want to get aroused, because then he'll think of things that Dean might not want to do. So he's fighting that would-be erection even as he's not going to stop kissing him.]

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[Later Dean will be grateful that he's the only one of the two of them floundering about a bit. Though even the more stubborn corners of his mind have to admit that this is good. Different. But good. Andrew is lines and angles instead of curves, hard instead of soft. Even the lips against his own are different.

Different, but not bad. There's a low sound, almost a groan, catching at the back of his throat. He's not having much luck dealing with his own arousal -- not that he's exactly trying. At all.

He breaks away from that kiss now with a gasp, swallowing back an embarrassingly affected sound.] ...fuck. [Dean Winchester, ladies and gentlemen, king of eloquence.]

[Andrew's normal response would be 'that's what I'm thinking about'. But somehow, he thinks telling Dean that he's briefly considering what his cock would feel like inside him is going a bit too far for a guy who seemed startled that they were making out just a few minutes ago.

He catches his breath, glancing over at Dean after a moment, not sure what he should say or do. He knows what he wants to do, but he also doesn't want to be punched.]

We shouldn't do this...but I kind of want to.

[Dean probably won't punch him. He considered it at the first kiss, but he's full aware the second was his own doing. And he's not about to blame someone else for his own choices. He's having a hard time regretting it anyway.

When Andrew speaks though, Dean can't help it. A grin splits his features and he barks out a laugh.] That's the working title for my biography.

[It eases the tension somehow, to hear it put to voice the way the other man has.] There is no way in hell we should. But I kind of want to too.

Must be an interesting fucking book.

[Andrew grins, but then that grin turns a unique combination of flirtatious, and nervous.] There's nobody out here. Nobody would notice if we...

[He doesn't finish the sentence, just slowly reaches over for Dean's hand, and draws it across the center console to rest it on his groin. Letting Dean feel the slight bulge in his jeans.

It seems safer to tell Dean it's okay to touch him than to make a move on the other man there, but god does he want to feel what Dean is metaphorically packing.]

You have no idea.

[There are other books too. He doesn't want to talk about them. At all. Dean glances over his shoulder. Yeah well, okay. No one around. No one would notice. Wouldn't be his first time doing it in the Impala.]

Yeah, you've got a point. [For a moment Dean considers yanking his hand back when those fingers first touch him, out of stubborn principle. But he manages to stow his ego, and lets his hand be guided. His eyes widen ever so faintly at the feeling of the other's cock, even through his pants. He's not shy enough to hesitate to press his hand more firmly against him, squeezing experimentally.

And he smirks. All right. He's got this.]

Just so you know, last person I fucked int his car was an angel. Literally. The bar's pretty high.

Well damn. Because I'm so very not angelic.

[Andrew groans when Dean squeezes there, but he smirks at that last sentence. It certainly implies that they're about to get down and dirty. Just the way he likes it.

He doesn't say anything more, just reaches under Dean's hand to undo the button and the zipper on his jeans, pushing them open so that he can reach a hand inside and pull out his semi-hard cock for Dean's inspection. Not even fully hard, he's aware he's very well-endowed.]

Let me see what you've got.

They're mostly a bunch of douchebags anyway.

[Right. Less thinking about angels. More thinking about the feeling of that member beneath his hand, maybe more than a little fascinated. He draws his hand back as Andrew undoes his pants. His eyes linger on this dick maybe just a little too long.

All right. Color him impressed.] Yeah well. Not bad. If we're playing show and tell... [He makes the quip reflexively, but his hands are already moving to loosen his belt, to draw out his own cock, already hard from little more than kissing and the idea of more alone. He's never been shy after all, considering himself well-armed, so to speak, just a different sort of arsenal than the stockpile in his trunk.]

[Andrew gives Dean's cock a long, slow look of his own. It's impressive and it will more than satisfy his needs. His hand reaches over to slowly stroke Dean's dick, to enjoy the feel of it against his skin.]

Your car, so your rules. But I'm thinking we should make some more room so I can show you how good it's going to feel rubbing my dick against yours.

[Dean is trying to keep up the usual bravado -- it's normally a skill of his after all. But he's trying to put himself together, get ahead of this, reconcile the desire coursing through him. So he manages a lopsided grin.]

Correct car etiquette. I'm impressed.

[And turned on and oh so very curious.] So what're you thinking? Back seat? [Plenty roomy, right?]

Back seat works. Unless you have any other suggestions. You're the expert.

[Andrew smirks a little, leaning over to nip Dean's lower lip teasingly.]

I can appreciate a beautiful car when I see one. Just like I can appreciate a great body.

I like to think I've got an eye for that too. And I gotta say, I'm pretty impressed all around.

{Andrew is good looking. Really goddamned good looking. Dean can at least admit that much. So without any further delay, he goes to shift into the back street, actually quite nimbly given the closed quarters. He's lived out of the impala from time to time in between anonymous hotel rooms; he's got it all down pat.]

So. Coming?

Oh I am in a few more minutes.

[That is a really, really bad joke and Andrew knows it, but somehow still can't resist saying it. It's not as easy for him to get into the back seat, since he's bigger and not as flexible. Not very sexy as he eventually comes to be sitting beside Dean in the back seat.

But he makes up for that unsexiness by beginning to pump Dean's cock again, spreading his legs to invite Dean to jerk him off, too.]

Now this is a much more enjoyable way to spend my night than...what the fuck did you say that was again?

[Oh wow that was terrible; it has Dean laughing now, even if it's a laugh that sounds a great deal like a groan.] Wow. You went there, huh?

[It's weird to admit, even to himself, but aside from just the fairly obvious physical attraction, Dean likes this guy. Not bad for a civilian -- which may be an odd thing to call someone of Andrew's background, but the Hunter in Dean thinks of the world in those terms -- especially.

His head falls back with a somewhat different groan as that hand finds his dick. He reaches over to wrap his fingers around the other man's cock in turn.]

Ah... fuck. Lamia. Really... really unpleasant.

Don't ever want to see that again.

[He really doesn't. But he wouldn't mind seeing Dean again, all perfect ass and obviously impressive cock. Andrew doesn't take it slow, steadily jerking Dean off as the mutual masturbation only gets him even more aroused.]

What I do want to see, is you naked, and since I can't get you spread out, I'll settle for on top of me while I kiss you senseless.

Can't blame you.

[Sometimes he wishes that was an option for him. But he doesn't say that now, too busy getting used to the feeling of another man's cock in his hand, the heated skin beneath his fingers, how hard he is. His thumb drags along the underside of his arousal, exploring really.]

Guess you've got a plan. Can't argue with a good plan. [He tries to keep his voice steady when he says this, swallowing thickly. Why is it that hearing Andrew say that, picturing it, has his throat dry, has his dick throbbing. So he struggles a moment to toe off his boots, hand leaving Andrew reluctantly to see about shucking his pants.]

Not a plan, just I'm horny and I think you're hot.

[Andrew smirks and makes efficient work of getting his clothes off, the hands of a man who's had a few quickies in his day. He tosses his clothes to the front seat, he'll get them later.

Laying back against the side door of the Impala, legs arched so he doesn't kick Dean, but stroking his cock as he watches Dean strip.]

I am hot.

[Dean informs him with a smirk of his own. He manages to shimmy out of his pants and boxers, kicking them mostly under the driver's seat before turning to see that Andrew apparently is an old pro at stripping in confined spaces too.

All right. He's impressed. By more than just that skill, by the man leaning against the car door, eyes roaming over his body in rather clear appreciation.] Damn. So are you.

I was with the Marines. Since then I've stayed in shape.

[Andrew smiles, still lazily stroking his cock to give something to look at. Then he reaches up for Dean's hand, to tug him close and get back to business.]

Show me how you grind, Dean.

No kidding. My dad was a marine.

[No, no Dean. Leave the daddy issues out of backseat encounters. So he's going to pretend that he did not just bring up a parent while he's moving to straddle Andrew's legs as best he can, happy to oblige with those words.

He moves to grind his hips down to Andrew's, groaning at the feeling of it, of his cock moving along the other man's as he grinds against him.]

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