Taking a break from my BB, that's where you come in, flist.

[verucasalt123]

I gotta put a little space between me and the bigbang, or it's going to derail all of my brain function.

Wondering if anyone had some prompts they'd like to leave, so that I can write some shamelessly porny ficlets. I'll even do het. (Yes, I know, I really did say that, and no, the sky is not falling) Whatever you've got, throw it at me, and I'll try to do at least a little 500-1000 word something for it.

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If someone really thought about it, which of course no one usually did, the two of them had a good bit in common. A taste for fine things, comfortable furnishings, tailored clothing. A twisted sense of humor. A mastery of wit and sarcasm. And, of course, a propensity to engage in unexpected behavior. You think it's as easy as "this one's the good guy, this one's the bad guy"? Think again.

"You're heavier than you look, you know", Crowley bit out, thrusting back into Balthazar, who was balanced precariously between Crowley's hips and the wall of his elegant sitting room.

"Well, you could just quit fucking me, if it's - ah, fuck - if it's too much trouble", was Balthazar's immediate response. "Or maybe get that meatsuit of yours to the - damn it, yes, there, please - ah - to the gym once or twice a week."

Another brutal thrust and there a framed painting fell to the floor. "Shut up, you daft boy, you'd cry your angelic little eyes out if I stopped - if I - oh" Crowley's thrusting lost a bit of its rhythm and he pushed harder, up into the angel, back onto the wall, then came with a shout.

After a moment, they both slid down onto the floor, neither of them saying a word. Crowley shifted enough to finish off Balthazar with his mouth, both of them humming and moaning, until Balthazar suddenly pushed Crowley off him. "Make him stop, damn it."

"What the hell are you talking about? I'm in the middle of -"

"I know what you're doing, tosser, but I can't concentrate with that unholy mutt of yours staring at us. It's fucking creepy."

"Oh, all right, don't want to upset your delicate sensibilities." Crowley ordered his hound out of the room. "Happy now?"

"Back to work,", Balthazar replied, "I'll be happy when I'm shooting down your throat."

"Keep those wings of yours where they belong this time, I won't have any more broken furniture in here", was Crowley's verbal response, but of course he went right back to his lover.

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You're welcome, sweetness. I'm on a Crowley-kick lately.

[dolnmoon.livejournal.com]

Sam and Dean in a cabin in the middle of nowhere and snowed in.... and GO!!!!!

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They'd stayed in worse places, Dean was certain of that. There was the one time the two of them and their dad were shoved into an RV for a week when Sam was just hitting his teen angst phase - all three of them were lucky to have made it out alive. Then that place that was a literal roach motel, as in, they all slept with their shoes on because if they had to get up to pee in the middle of the night, they didn't want to step on roaches with bare feet. Just the memory of that made Dean want to shudder.

But he couldn't really shudder, because he was already shivering so hard he couldn't be still. So maybe they'd stayed in worse places, but never anyplace colder. He knew they were lucky to have what they did, it would have been worse to sleep in the car, but this rickety old cabin had cracks in the walls that let the wind rush right into the room. The snowstorm that had trapped them there had soaked any available kindling beyond any usefulness for starting a fire. He'd never been so cold in his life, he was certain of that.

"Found some more blankets", Sam told him, walking back in to the room and snuggling up next to Dean in the makeshift sleeping bag/blanket combo they'd created and adding on the extra layers. He'd thought Sam getting back under the covers would warm him up, but Sam's clothes were cold from the air in the cabin. Sam must have felt Dean's shiver. "Just give it a minute, we'll warm up a little", he reassured Dean, pulling him into his arms so they were chest to chest.

Dean did what he always did when they were this close - pulled Sam closer and kissed him until he was dizzy. "Definitely warming up", Sam mumbled into Dean's neck when they broke apart.

And there was Dean, having one of those wildly inappropriate memories about their wildly inappropriate teenage behavior. Now was just as good a time as any to bring it up. "Hey Sammy, remember when we used to get each other off with practically all our clothes on, just in case we got walked in on?"

Sam snorted a laugh. "Yeah, Dean, sure, I remember."

"You wanna see if we can still pull off that little trick?" Dean asked, giving his brother a smirk, the glint of a dare in his eyes. He knew Sam wasn't going to back off from that challenge.

"Please, Dean, you know I could make you come in your damn jeans if I wanted to", Sam responded, returning a determined look of his own.

Absolutely, for sure, not the worse place they ever stayed.

[dolnmoon.livejournal.com]

Thank you for that wonderful image...=p Sam getting Dean off through their clothes.. nom nom nom... Good job.

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Glad you liked it :)

[deezy-y.livejournal.com]

Great job!

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Thank you!!!

[nondenomifan.livejournal.com]

Spike+Riley+"I told you not to touch her"

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OK, you didn't ask for slash so there's none here.





"If you touched her... you know I'd kill you for real.", Riley growled, his voice low and intense.

Spike had an immediate response. "If I had this chip outta my head, I'd have killed you long ago. Ain't love grand?"

"What the hell do you know about love? You're a monster! A freak of nature, you don't know the first fucking thing about-"

He was cut off with a strong hook to his jaw. Once he recovered, Riley was able to see that the chip was still working. Spike was on the ground, holding his head and groaning with the pain caused by the Initiave's control device. All right, then. Spike was clearly willing to accept the pain that he knew would be a result of his assault.

That got Riley to thinking. After a moment of observing Spike writhing on the ground trying to recover, he reached his hand down to help Spike stand again. Well, not really stand, he was leaning on the wall behind him for support, but he was on his feet anyway.

"So you're serious?"

"Fuck, soldier-boy, you thought I wasn't?"

"You knew what would happen if you hit me, but you did it anyway."

"Couldn't help myself. Bein' an evil monster and all, like you said. Nothing for it. I hurt people, right? It's what I do, it's what I am."

"But you didn't hit me because I threatened you. You hit me because I said you didn't really love her."

"What the fuck do you know? if you think I don't love her, you're a daft git, much dumber than I gave you credit for, which wasn't much, by the way."

"You do, then. You love her. I don't understand how...how can something like you understand love?"

"Finn, you've sorely underestimated the capacity of monsters to feel love. Thought you might be at least a bit smarter than that. Wrong again, always wrong, never right. It's fine, I'm used to it. 'Specially when it comes to our Slayer."

"Our slayer? She;s your slayer, she's my girlfriend, Check the difference there, Spike. Take a minute to think about it."

And he did. Spike took a minute4 to think about it. Then he disregarded the chip once again, and kicked Riley's legs out from underneath him, the pain in his head worth the sight of the soldier's head hitting the ground.

"You do.", Riley said, watching Spike writhe in pain. "You love her."

"I already told you that, you fucking tosser. Now sod off and go make her happy. Someone's got to do it, and I can't. Just go."

Riley shook himself off and stood, feeling a new respect for the creature he'd now seen another side of.

He held out his hand and helped Spike off the ground. "Nothing you do will change her mind about you."

"Fine. Just leave, all right? Go on and climb in bed with her. If it's not me, it ought to be someone who cares for her."

Spike stayed there for a good long while after Riley left. He knew the soldier was right.

[nondenomifan.livejournal.com]

I didn't ask for slash because you said "ficlet" and I didn't want to make you work too hard...
...but you didn't have to break my heart! Poor Spikey! *pets him*

Very nice short-short. Thank you! Hope writing these are helping you get over your writing hump.

[verucasalt123.livejournal.com]

Awesome icon! And sorry for the heartbreak. I generally end up kicking the crap out of Spike, despite how much I love him.