steady rollin'

Two down on these blindfold things. I am slow at tidying them up! Also even though I owned up to them in the meme itself, now it's like official that I've entered into this flavour of special hell.

Threaded Through
SPN RPS. Jeff/Jensen. R. 850 words. Corsetry.
Jensen owns the room as he laces himself up, and all Jeff can think is this is a whole new sort of kinky.

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I ♥ Uriel. Wrathalicious.

Keen Watch
Supernatural. Uriel. PG-13. 200 words. Written for supernatural100's prompt #25 - Grace.
Uriel fingers the phial on its chain.

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♥ to blue_soaring for helping clean this up from its shoddy comment porn origins.

Laid Bare
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~400 words. Gangbang.
Dean knows only the weight and pleasure of the way Sam's gaze moves over his skin.

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When canon gives you lemons write shameless self-indulgent fic instead?

Supply and Demand
Supernatural. Alistair/Dean, Sam/Dean, some John/Dean. Dub-con. NC-17. ~1100 words.
Most nights he'll take the sweet slowness that the fucker prefers.


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I haven't posted fic in over four months, but somehow I managed 3k words in a few days. The evil twin made me do it?


Where the Devil Sleeps
Supernatural. John/Dean, prior John/Sam. NC-17. ~3100 words. Follow-up to blue_soaring’s No More Room in Hell, Boys.
Dean's been Sam's protector since the demon took Mary, and what greater betrayal than what John let his youngest do?


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This was supposed to be for porn_battle, but it's too big for a comment. I spent too long perving on suit functionality. ^^; The original prompt was: Iron Man, Rhodey/Jarvis, "yeah, he WOULD build you like that".

Like a Catholic Girl on Prom Night
Iron Man. Stark/Rhodes/Jarvis. R. 1500 words.
"You fuck your robot suit."

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This week after picking up GO for the first time in ages, I had that moment of man, that'd be a fun crossover to write with SPN. And then I considered it enough to feel a nibble. And then I watched the latest canon which attempted to thwart my bunny. Some bunnies though, just can't be thwarted. Also, now maybe the evil twin will read the book.

Oh, and the requisite footnotes have the proper linkage to jump down and back as needed.


In Sum
Good Omens/Supernatural. Aziraphale&Crowley, Sam&Dean. PG-13. 2000 words.
YOUR CONTRACT IS OVERDUE FOR COLLECTION, CROWLEY.


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Thanks to the evil twin for forcing encouraging me to scrape this thing off the floor and get it finished. This fulfils my quota of managing a 10k word fic only once a year. :3


Something Invisible is Gone
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. NC-17. 12500 words.
He can feel the bible in the drawer beside him like another person in the room, but there have never been any answers in there for this.

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We only have do to thumbnails this week for perspective, and the piece that had been due today my teacher is going to wait and grade with those, which means that I can take a breather and finish up all the things I didn't manage to get to in my piece. Huzzah! Having worked through last weekend, I feel like my days are all mushed together. I'll probably be in the lab again tomorrow, but I'm definitely taking Sunday off to recoup, particularly since I've been a little short on sleep and I don't want in any way to risk getting sick.

I've written for a few porn_battle prompts so far (Ocean's 11, Danny/Rusty, "Long Odds" and a Batman Begins, Batman/Gordon, "Human After All") but man, neither are really about the porn. I fear I've misplaced my smut! At least the Bebop one I wrote on the train needed more than one instance of a euphemism.

Pizza for dinner again. Last night's disappeared in about five minutes. Oven has beeped. Cue eating.

Voila! Episode style fic, with a liberal dose of making the boys, particularly Dean, suffer for the sake of laughs. Trust me, it never gets old. Link goes to the entry in the evil twin's journal. Team Porn strikes again!

Not the Only Man She Sees
Supernatural. Sam&Dean. PG-13. ~10,000 words. Mpreg (sorta). Pre-slash (definitely). Direct sequel to A Nice Day to Start Again. Co-authored with blue_soaring.
"Gay voice." His hand, wrapped up cold and clammy around Sam's, clenched. "You shithead, I don't have a gay voice."

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J and I went for a coffee and a bit of a walk and I came home with a new dress. It is cute. I'd been looking at things with colour, honest, but nope, I've ended up with another scrap of black added to my wardrobe. At least this is somewhat more everyday than the other dresses which hang in my closet and never get worn. ^^;

I have a somewhat long to-do list for today, I hardly know where to start.

I did manage another of my kinkfest claims the other day though, which I then promptly forgot to link to:

Over and Over
Baccano!. Firo/Luck. R. 250 words. asphyxiation. Spoilers.
There's no pause between before and after...

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Someone else on my flist should post something tonight so I feel less spammy. ^^;; (Oh good, while I was in the kitchen snacking, several people did. Good job!)

The Sensations of Living
Gundam Wing. Zechs/Treize. PG. 500 words. Futurefic.
Technology advances quickly.

In the nascent days he moves as if unaccustomed to the sensations of living...



So as to avoid yet another post, here is a peek at my homework.

( atmospheric perspective, winchester style... )

I totally used up my wordcount on my first two kinkfest fics, but I finished inking my Sam&Dean graveyard homework on top of this, so tonight is a win.

The Worth of Things
Final Fantasy 7. Rufus/Tseng. NC-17. 500 words. D/s, chastity kink.
In time, Rufus discovered clarity and a blissful order in what was admittedly already a very structured world.

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Since I wasn't responsible for the Mal half of the Roy/Mal crossover crack, I think this counts as my first firefly fic. Thank God I am a whore for Simon because seriously, the slangy dialogue is difficult as all fuck. windsorblue, I don't know how you do it so well. But anyway, right, how I could I look at a prompt like: Jayne/Simon: rough sex - "pretty boy", and /not/ write something. Although apparantly that being a whore for Simon thing meant a drabble just wouldn't do.

A Matter of Hierarchy
Firefly. Jayne/Simon. NC-17. ~3000 words. Unbeta'd for the moment. Post-Serenity with insignificant spoilers.
Simon looked upward in the hopes that a part of the ship would fall off right now and kill him dead...

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Got it posted with 30 minutes to spare! ...and now I have to finish my homework. XP

kinkfest go! Posted it in time over there at least. :3 Blue gets credit here, although I'm not sure she wants to admit that she writes a completely dorky Laguna. Alas I don't have my Kiros icon anymore, so um, have some brotherslash with this post instead...

Shine a Light
Final Fantasy 8. Kiros/Laguna. PG-13. 1500 words. Co-authored by blue_soaring.
It takes a moment to clue in on what it is Laguna had interpreted from his intention to get some shut-eye, but when realisation hits it crashes in like a ton of bricks.


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I think this is the first fic I've posted since my semi-relocation to IJ. I've been wanting to write this for a while.

No Room in Heaven
Smokin' Aces. Hollis, Darwin. R. ~900 words.
A testament to how bad the shitstorm went down, Hollis cruises the Supremacistmobile through the crowd without a lick of trouble.

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