Here's me, jumping on the timestamps bandwagon

[verucasalt123]

I've seen a few folks do this recently so I figured I'd get in on the fun, after having finished four BB/MBs in the past couple months.

So, pick anything off my masterlist http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/150541.html (which I think is pretty much updated) and I'll write a timestamp for it. It might be one scene, it might be a thousand words, it might take over my brain. Who knows?

But I could use a little inspiration. So if there's a story you like, just post here.

Comments

Wes/Spike please?

[spankedbyspike.livejournal.com]

Would you consider writing a time stamp for your Wes/spike verse, the one when Wes is the Top. It's so rare, I can't find things like this elsewhere and I love both of those characters!

Re: Wes/Spike please?

[verucasalt123.livejournal.com]

Absolutely. I am happy to see there are more Spike/Wes shippers out there!! And especially for you.

Please specify, though. Do you want the "If You Don't Expect Too Much From Me" story or the "Give HIm An Inch" story? I will do either one.

Re: Wes/Spike please?

[verucasalt123.livejournal.com]

Spike inwardly cursed himself for having been so stupid. It had been weeks...no, months, at least two months since he'd done anything to warrant a spanking.

Not that he'd been perfect all the time. Wesley didn't let him watch any telly for a week when he'd gotten too engrossed in the 90210 marathon and didn't get around to tidying up like he was supposed to. And then just a week or so ago, he'd taken away Spike's video games for three days after Spike had whined about how long it had been since he'd gotten a new one.

And that was what had landed him exactly where he was, the dreaded moping in the corner while he waited for his punishment. It had been such a small purchase, Spike had reasoned at the time, he'd even gone to the store where you could buy second-hand games so it wouldn't be expensive. Wesley was certainly not going to notice such a tiny expenditure on his credit card bill.

Spike was an idiot.

Hearing Wesley's voice behind him shook him out of his contemplation.

"I'd honestly thought we'd gotten beyond this, Spike. I punished you last week over these stupid games, and you thought you'd respond by sneaking my card and getting yourself a new one without my permission?"

He heard Wesley sigh, obviously disappointed. But he didn't answer, knowing that if Wes wanted him to speak, he'd tell him.

"When we're done here, we're packing up the whole lot of it, the console and the games, and you're taking it down to Gunn's friend Annie's place as a donation."

Spike wanted to shout, scream, object...it wasn't fair! Wes was already going to spank him, and now he was going to make him give away his games too? He could feel the tears starting already.

Wesley must have heard him. "Quit your sniffling. If you're so wrapped up in these stupid things that you're willing to steal from me, you don't deserve to have them. Now, pick your poison. Belt or paddle?"

Damn it.

Spike turned around, ready to accept his fate.

[saltandbyrne.livejournal.com]

http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/114775.html
Sammy's got a six-month plan! :)

[verucasalt123.livejournal.com]

I should have guessed you'd pick this :)

[verucasalt123.livejournal.com]

The ensuing months consisted of a constant push and pull.

Sam pushed.

Dean pulled.

Sam wanted Dean to finger him open, Dean balked at the suggestion. Sammy was too young. That could wait.

No, it couldn't.

On account of Sam didn't want to wait.

"Please, Dean, it feels so good..."

"I haven't even done it yet, Sammy."

"Yeah, but I have."

Score one for Sam, he thought, taking in the shocked and simultaneously lustful look on his brother's face.

"Sam, how did you even-"

"I dunno. Just thought it would feel good. And it does. I used some of your lube, it took a little while but I've been practicing. I can get three fingers inside now. I can even hit this spot, if I move just right, it makes me feel like my head is gonna explode. You want me to do it to you?"

"No! Christ, Sam, no! We're not doing this. I told you, you're too young."

Dean gave him his best I'm serious this time look. The one where he was trying to convince them both that he wasn't going to cave.

Sam took the I'm serious this time look and raised his brother a pout and a "Please, De, wanna feel you inside me."

Call.

"Don't start with that again. You're not even fourteen yet, I'm not fucking you."

"I didn't ask you for that, did I? I mean, I didn't ask tonight. You said no, I can wait. But come on, I already did this myself, I wanna know what it feels like when you do it."

Sam could see Dean's resolve crumbling, but he wasn't quite there yet. His brother still wasn't taking off any clothes.

Time for the big guns. Sam raised again. Put away the pout and pulled out the puppy-dog eyes. It was the last card he had in the deck, he liked so save it for when it was really, really needed.

Inside, he laughed in triumph as he saw Dean's eyes change. He couldn't say no, Sam knew it. God, this was fabulous. Big tough Dean, brought down by a pout and a few fluttering 13 year old eyelashes.

Fold.

Dean reached for the lube.

While he was waiting, Sam turned pages on the imaginary calendar in his mind. Nine weeks until his birthday. That was plenty of time.

[saltandbyrne.livejournal.com]

On account of YOU ARE THE MOTHERFUCKING BOSS of my life!

Seriously, Winchester ass-fingering poker is my new favorite game EVER.

[verucasalt123.livejournal.com]

It does sound like a fun game, doesn't it?