Prompts, wot.
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blue_soaringI'm apparently in a drabbly mood. Unfortunately, my concept of 'drabble' forgot to include the wordcount. -_- But since I'm home all day, with nothing to do~
I'm going to stick with SPN (includes RPS)... or, okay, I'll take on Persona 3, too, but no Baccano yet. I really want to watch that again (x5) before I attempt to crawl into anyone's head. There's crazy, and then there's Baccano, y'know?
No guarantees if or when your prompt'll get done--I'm sorta hoping to spare these along to keep me entertained at work. >.> I'm also going to leave this offer open for a couple days, but today's the best day since I'm feeling all writery.
Toss me a character/pairing, kink or a prompt, and we'll see what happens. No limits!
Ready? GO.
[EDIT] OMG. AND IRON MAN. I'd so do Tony freakin' Stark (especially if it involved Sam and Dean).
[MORE EDIT] Ficlets will be posted in response to your comment. Beware of spoilers for up to SPN ep 4.05. I'm always up to date on aired eps, so if you're not, you could get spoilers in your ficlet if you don't warn me!
I'm going to stick with SPN (includes RPS)... or, okay, I'll take on Persona 3, too, but no Baccano yet. I really want to watch that again (x5) before I attempt to crawl into anyone's head. There's crazy, and then there's Baccano, y'know?
No guarantees if or when your prompt'll get done--I'm sorta hoping to spare these along to keep me entertained at work. >.> I'm also going to leave this offer open for a couple days, but today's the best day since I'm feeling all writery.
Toss me a character/pairing, kink or a prompt, and we'll see what happens. No limits!
Ready? GO.
[EDIT] OMG. AND IRON MAN. I'd so do Tony freakin' Stark (especially if it involved Sam and Dean).
[MORE EDIT] Ficlets will be posted in response to your comment. Beware of spoilers for up to SPN ep 4.05. I'm always up to date on aired eps, so if you're not, you could get spoilers in your ficlet if you don't warn me!
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Date: 2008-10-18 01:55 pm (UTC)during the onsen episode, trying to be quiet enough not to wake Minato or Akihiko on the other side of the room. :3
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Date: 2008-10-18 02:29 pm (UTC)john/dean - knifeplay - tarot cards
and yay. yay, again.
sam/dean/tony - bondage - a little too tight
John/Dean
Date: 2008-10-18 10:46 pm (UTC)~*~
Dean's seventeen and headstrong. He knows the bitter taste of beer, the sweet warmth between a girl's thighs. He's got a veteran's scars, a crumpled wad of smoke-stained cash crammed under his mattress. He loves his family and the life his father's given them.
Across the tiny room, beneath the mounded blankets, Sam lies rigid. Dean thinks of all the things he could say (It's okay, Sammy. It's gonna be okay), but none of his words are good enough for Sam anymore. It used to be so simple; a hand ruffling Sammy's curls, a shared popsicle and a promise. He used to know his brother.
Dean stands up, still in a tee and shorts though he never made it to bed. Outside is too-early quiet, dark, chill. He follows the television's flickering light down the hall, finds his father where they left him with only Jack and reruns for company.
"Dad?"
John turns, eyes tired and sad. Sam doesn't know this side of him anymore (Daddy's gonna be okay, right, Dean?) because Sam's learned how to see with his eyes closed.
"Go on back to bed, son."
Dean shakes his head, reaching for the volume knob on the old set. John doesn't say a word as the sound creeps higher.
He takes the bottle from lax fingers, slides himself in its place on John's lap. Warm, strong hands settle lightly on his bare thighs. The deep breath he pulls in feels of home and right and everything's okay again.
He might not be what Sam needs (wants) anymore, but he can still be this.
Re: John/Dean
Date: 2008-10-18 11:48 pm (UTC)Re: John/Dean
Date: 2008-10-19 08:50 pm (UTC)Re: John/Dean
Date: 2008-10-19 04:06 am (UTC)Re: John/Dean
Date: 2008-10-19 08:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-18 02:43 pm (UTC)Sooo prompts, if either of them catch your interest XD Sam/Dean - virgin!Dean... or Tony/Dean/Sam - tequila - truth or dare.
I never would have got into Supernatural if it wasn’t for you and Pond... Time Wastes Itself is still probably my favourite spn fic XD
Sam/Dean, un-rehymenated!
Date: 2008-10-18 10:56 pm (UTC)~*~
Sam's not really sure how to broach the subject. He spends a few hours staring out the window creating then discarding scenarios as he grows steadily more annoyed with Dean's music choices. So, nothing really out of the ordinary there.
In the end, after Dean's checked them in at the 401 Motor Inn and Sam's salted the entrances, he brushes his hands off and says, casually, "Guess that takes care of one kind, huh."
"One kinda what?" Dean asks, voice muffled. He's got his head stuck in the closet, looking for who knows what.
"One kinda, y'know." Sam gestures awkwardly. He has absolutely no idea why this is tying his stomach up in tight little knots. "Jamie."
Dean pops back into full view, brow crinkled. "Jamie? What- Oh."
Sam barely resists the urge to scuff his toe on the carpet. Probably a good thing, too, since one hard sneeze would bare the floorboards. He stuffs his hands in his pockets.
"Sammy," Dean says, breaking out into a wide, sunny, knowing grin. "M'boy Sammy. How'd I know you were gonna fixate on me comin' back a virgin."
"Yeah." Sam swallows tightly. His palms aren't actually sweating, it's just stuffy with the heat cranked and the windows closed. "Looks like you called that one."
"Well, well, well." Dean saunters near, gaze cockily appraising. "You gonna be gentle with me?" He lightly tugs the open flaps of Sam's jacket. "Make my first time all soft and sweet?"
Sam goes to put his hands over Dean's, changes his mind halfway there and cups the sharp cut of Dean's jaw instead. He traces the softness of Dean's mouth with his thumb, brings Dean in close before he says, all promise, "No."
Dean's breath stutters over Sam's lips. "Atta boy."
Re: Sam/Dean, un-rehymenated!
Date: 2008-10-19 11:22 am (UTC)Oh Dean... of course he's not going to making it all sweet and soft, he knows you too well for that XD
Did I mention I love your Sam??
I could almost believe Kripke dreamt up that episode just to give fandom fodder for fanfic xD
Sam/Dean/Tony - tequila(-ish) 1/2
Date: 2008-10-21 01:47 pm (UTC)~*~
Dean sunk deep into the cushions, his legs sprawled out long in front of him. He had to give the guy credit; the living room looked ultra-modern and uninviting, but with the fire crackling away, a couple tequila shots and some beers, it was downright cosy. Best way to unwind after a day in the garage.
"I have a brilliant idea," Tony said, downing the last of his beer. The supply he had on hand is nothing short of miraculous. "You two should make out."
Sam looked equal parts doubtful and intrigued. "We should?"
"Definitely. Right now." Tony gestured vaguely in their direction with the empty bottle. "So I can watch."
Slowly, Sam said, "You want to watch us make out."
Dean slugged him in the shoulder. Seriously, one beer turned Sam into an idiot.
"What'd you do that for?!"
"The man's got a point, Sammy."
"I do," Tony agreed, even though it wasn't really a point at all.
"What point?"
Dean fisted a hand in the front of Sam's tee and yanked. He liked the startled noise Sam let out when they were suddenly face-to-face. "The man wants you to kiss me. You gonna?"
"Well." Sam raked hand through his hair. "I guess."
"Okay," Tony said. He deposited his beer on the table and leaned forward, elbows on his knees, face intense. "Ready? Go."
Sam let out a quiet snort on the way down to lay one on him. Dean quickly wet his lips, enjoyed the anticipatory flutter in his gut, and obsessed only a tiny fraction about how fucking hot the weight of Tony's expectant gaze on them felt.
The thing about Sam was he liked kissing. Really liked it. Practically turned it into a form of fine art. Dean was never sure if it was going to start out sweet, with a little lick, a nibble, as if Sam had to coax his mouth open when he really, really didn't, or if Sam was just gonna dive right on in while Dean struggled to keep up.
This time, Sam went real slow. He cupped the back of Dean's neck, thumbs curved just behind his ears, and followed the line of his jaw up to his mouth. Sam barely nudged their lips together before going off again, up over his cheek to press an open-mouthed almost-kiss there.
Dean considered complaining. It wasn't that he minded slow--hell, sometimes all he really wanted to do was fuck long and lazy the whole damn day. Tony just sitting there, watching, was like a good half-hour of foreplay. Dean was ready for the main event.
"I know what I'm doing," Sam murmured.
"You sure do," Tony said. Dean glanced over to see him inching closer to the edge of his chair. "Keep going. He likes it."
Okay, so that was enough to earn at least token protest, but Sam chose that moment to actually kiss him. One minute he was opening his mouth to bitch, the next he's got Sam's tongue in the way, tracing right along the edge of his teeth. He made a second attempt when Sam drew back, about as half-hearted as the first, and really didn't care when Sam licked whatever he was gonna say right out of his mouth.
Completely unnecessarily, Tony said, "Keep going."
Sam/Dean/Tony - tequila(-ish) 2/2
Date: 2008-10-21 01:48 pm (UTC)Sam made self-satisfied sound, like all he wanted to know was how bad Dean wanted it, and caught Dean's bottom lip between his own, gave it a little nibble and a tug. Kept on going, tongue sliding over Dean's lips, between them, nudging and pushing and pulling until Dean's mouth felt hot and puffy and he didn't have the sweetest clue which way was up anymore.
He jerked when a hand slid up between his legs, not because both of Sam's were still turning his head this way and that for the best angle of attack, but because he honest to Christ didn't hear Tony move.
Sam muffled the noise Dean couldn't quite hold back, and Tony leaned in, mumbled right in his ear, "Gonna get you off now, 'kay?"
"No problem," Dean said, slurred by Sam's mouth dragging over his. Helpfully, he flung one leg over Sam's, spreading his knees wide to give Tony as much room as he wanted to work. A couple quick tugs and Tony was reaching in, pulling Dean's cock out with a sure grip.
So maybe Dean was kinda hoping for Tony to suck him with that smart-ass mouth. Sam wrapping one wide, rough hand around his dick right next to Tony's was a pretty good trade-off.
Sam's grip on his chin went hard. He whispered, "You, too," as he turned Dean's face to Tony, offered up Dean's mouth like a prize.
Dean made a noise he planned on denying later, opening his mouth for Tony to take as he liked. Sam stayed close, short, hot puffs of breath on Dean's cheek, and then they were sharing his mouth like they were sharing his cock, everything slick, too fucking good to be real.
All that slow heat built up like a sucker punch in slow motion. He came hard, felt Tony's hand smear come back over Sam's, groaned into Tony's mouth as their fingers tangled wet around him, stilled. It was almost impossible to get his breath back when any slight twitch made his stomach jerk.
"Good idea," he finally croaked. Sam made a vague sound he decided to take as agreement.
"Know what else is a good idea?" Tony asked, flopping back without letting go. Dean's thigh twitched so hard his foot hit the coffee table.
"Beer?" Dean offered.
"Beer's good," Tony said. "But no." He gave Dean one last quick peck on the lips. "Me next."
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Date: 2008-10-18 04:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-19 01:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-19 02:36 am (UTC)John/Sam... driving lessons.
John/Sam, driving lessons.
Date: 2008-10-21 04:44 pm (UTC)~*~
Sam groped under the seat for the lever, grumbling under his breath about Dean's damn short legs. It was bad enough when he had to put up with his knees shoved up under his chin while riding shotgun, he wasn’t going to have any of it when he finally got to drive.
The back door creaked open, a duffle thudding onto the seat. Sam twisted around just as the seat thunked into place and whacked his elbow off the wheel.
"Y'alright there, son?" John asked, eyebrows raised at Sam's hissed curse. He settled into the passenger seat, adding, "Language."
"Dad?" Absently, Sam rubbed at his arm. "Where's Dean?"
"Sitting this one out." John reached for the seatbelt. "Problem?'
Sam wet his lips, sting in his elbow forgotten. "No sir. I just-" He glanced at the keys dangling from the ignition. "Didn't think you'd have time."
"Dean made you a promise," John said, his smile somewhere between fond and exasperated. The same look he gave Sam most these days. "I'm not going to break it just because he's too sore to handle one little driving lesson."
Before Sam could say something to mess up the opportunity, he cranked the engine, flexed his fingers on the wheel. The worn leather was warm, thrumming beneath his hands. Finally, he said, "Where to?"
"Bring me into town," John said. He stretched his arm out across the back of the seat, wide-palmed hand settling near Sam's neck. "Then we'll see."
Re: John/Sam, driving lessons.
Date: 2008-10-22 01:12 am (UTC)This is absolutely the sweetest thing. I'm getting tired of all the abusive!John I've been seeing around lately so this is awesome~!
Re: John/Sam, driving lessons.
Date: 2008-10-25 01:19 pm (UTC)Glad you liked this one, and the bonus round too! :D
JDM/JP, driving lessons.
Date: 2008-10-21 04:45 pm (UTC)~*~
Jared yanked the driver's door open and dropped into the seat. He'd been waiting to see what the guys had done to the car ever since he'd laid eyes on the script. The first long-shot of the season, and he got to be the one driving. Sometimes, he really loved his job.
Inside smelled like new leather. He wasn't a classic car buff or anything, but the Chevies they had on set were pretty sweet to his eye. Hard not to appreciate all that gleaming metal, even if it didn't roar as loud as the sound guys faked for the show.
"So," Jeff said, folding his arms on the door. "I hear you're driving."
"Sure as hell am." Jared let his hand slide down to the gearshift, thumb tracing the heavy leather stitching. "Don't hate me 'cause I'm a lucky shit."
Jeff grinned, big and bright. "I was just wondering if you can handle a stick or if somebody should give you lessons before you blow the studio's budget on transmissions."
Jared looked up, took in Jeff's easy stance, the light in his eyes. "What, y'all are gonna show me how?"
"You just say the word, boy." Jeff reached in, clapped Jared solidly on the shoulder. Let it linger, strong, thick fingers curled near the hair at Jared's nape. "I'd be more than happy to show you what I know."
Re: JDM/JP, driving lessons.
Date: 2008-10-22 02:34 pm (UTC)Take-Charge-of-Jared!JDM is my favorite.
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Date: 2008-10-19 11:53 am (UTC)<3 Ari
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Date: 2008-10-28 10:44 am (UTC)What? Well, what the heck do you think he meant by "re-hymenated"?!! hee.
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Date: 2008-10-28 10:46 am (UTC)