girls just want to have fun - a spn/cw rpf femslash and het fic meme!

[obstinatrix]

banner by the lovely _mournthewicked ♥

Well, since it seems I'm not the only person who thinks we should all have an excuse to write Adrianne Palicki/everyone, here it is: a commentfic meme for fic featuring GIRLS. It's up to you how narrowly or otherwise you define that term, because this is all about variety - as long as at least one person in the pairing (or moresome) identifies as female, we're good. This means that, yes, genderswap is allowed, as are trans characters, etc. M/F/M is also allowed, provided that the lady is not simply a vehicle for slash. Not that those fics can't be amazing, but they aren't the focus of this meme.

Main pairings can feature any characters from the Supernatural universe OR any of the actors who fall tenuously into the category of 'CW RPF'. This is not going to be very strictly implemented, though - if you want to do crossover, AWESOME; if you feel like prompting Danneel Harris/Katie Cassidy/Genevieve Cortese/Kristen Bell/Elizabeth Taylor, nobody is going to complain that this isn't strictly CW RPF. ;)

When posting prompts, please include the pairing in the subject line, then leave the actual prompt in the comment box.

Anybody can leave prompts, anyone can fill them, and there is no limit on the number of times any one prompt can be filled. Anon commenting is on, if you're shy.

Annnd...I think that's it! Have at it! :D

eta: HELL YES, art is allowed! :D

Please, please do pimp the meme! The code, including banner, is below:

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The thought is to start this off now and let it run over the Easter weekend through Monday, so people can play as and when. :D

eta: glovered, who is infinitely more technologically competent than I, made this epic and highly impressive prompts list for the meme. :DD



This damn club is so crowded, nobody'll see Danneel getting Gen off right there on the dancefloor. Filled here by fairygrrl45 and again by stellamaris99.

If Jared had his way, he'd just spend the whole night with his face buried between Genevieve's legs. Filled: Talk Show, and its sequel Late Night, by blue_fjords.

It's bad, and wrong, and they shouldn't. Except they know Jensen's watching and they know he likes it. Filled: In For A Pound, by rhythmsextion.

Jensen/Danneel, pegging. Filled: About You, by hegemony.

Danneel/Gen, fucking with a strap on. Filled: Wake up, honey, I bought a strap on, by gwendolynd.

Meg/Ruby, bloodplay. Filled: here, by eastdisease.

In which girl!Jared is painting Jen's finger nails, looks up and sees her, and decides she's going to go down on her instead. Filled: Passionfruit Purple, by mistyzeo.

Jared/girl!Jensen, wall-slamming sex. Filled: here, by dugindeep.

Anna/Young Mary - There is a fine line between love and hate, and they just crossed that. Filled: here, by mercuryblue144.

Badass, gunslinging, "have no mercy" cowgirl!Danneel and saloon girl!Genevieve. Filled: Have Mercy, by cherie_morte.

Danneel/girl!Jensen, braiding hair. Filled: here by dugindeep.

Danneel/Gen + Jensen - The girls have been fucking behind the boys' backs for months. Finally one of the Js (author's choice!) finds out, and just has to watch. Filled: here, by stellamaris99.

girl!Jared/Jensen. Filled here, by setissma.

Meg!Sam/Jo, dub-con. Bonus points for emphasising the fact that this is...kinda...f/f. Filled: Go, by skullage.

Anna/Ruby - There are many benefits to being a fallen angel, and Ruby is one of them. Filled: here, by eastdisease.

J2/Danneel/Gen - So either the boys getting pegged by the girls, or the boys transformed into girls and Danneel and Genevieve showing them the pleasures of being girls. ;D Filled: The Only Dick In The House, by hegemony.

I have this sudden need for Adrianne in a bath with somebody, getting finger fucked. In my head, it's Jared. Big hands, long fingers. Mmmm, yeah. Filled: here, by obstinatrix.

girl!J2, High school or college AU, one of them is having a lot of trouble figuring out how to get off, the other offers to show her the ropes. Filled: here, by dugindeep.

Jared/Jensen/Genevieve. Filled: Please Excuse Us, by eastdisease.

Genevieve/Katie Cassidy - Ruby. Filled: what's my motivation?, by obstinatrix.

College AU. Jensen and Danneel are a couple and both got a crush on girl!Jared. Filled: here, by bree_black.

Female vessel!Cas/Dean - cunnilingus. Filled: Stress Relief, by annundriel.

Young!Mary/Dean - Of course she has no idea who he is. But Dean knows. Filled: Oedipal, by stellamaris99

Jess/girl!Sam - 69. Filled: Art fill! by clex_monkie89

Jensen/Danneel - She's waiting for him in the trailer and he can't get back fast enough. Filled: here, by kalymnos

Danneel/Genevieve - Danneel owns a cupcake shop and Gen is a dessert-holic. Filled: Praline Punches, by henriettaholden

Danneel/Genevieve, HS AU - one is a cheerleader and one is a goth. Filled: here, by anon.

Cas temporarily takes Lisa as a vessel and they both work together to show Dean how much they want him. Filled: Powerhungry On The Throne, by hegemony

Lapsex; Genevieve riding Danneel's strap-on reverse-cowgirl style. Filled: Girls' Night In by goddess_julie

Jensen/Megalyn - their sex scene continues after they're off set. Filled: Parry and Thrust by hegemony.

girl!Misha/Dean-or-Sam(-or-both) - This is not the universe Cas dropped them into the last time... Filled: here, by tiptoe39.

genderswapped Dean - in the old west. AU or canon. Think petticoats, sweltering heat, cool ale and saloons after hours. Art fill: here, by angelicfoodcake.

Jared/Gen - cuddling. Filled: Simple Pleasures, by goddess_julie.

Danneel/Jensen, assplay. Filled: A Peek Into Pleasure, by goddess_julie.

Adrianne/Genevieve, wrap party. Filled: No one Else Can See The Spark, by lazy_daze.

Misha/Danneel - she knows he could teach her a thing or two. Filled: New Tricks, by anon.

girl!Jared/Jensen - art filled: You Look Ridiculous by ordinaryink.

Bela steals something from Jo. Jo goes to get it back. Filled: here, by glovered.

Comments

genderswitch!Robo!Sam/Hippie Chick

[13chapters.livejournal.com]

Look, I just want girl!robo!Sam running around sexing up all the laaaaadiiieeeessss.

Re: genderswitch!Robo!Sam/Hippie Chick

[obstinatrix.livejournal.com]

...oh my god I LOVE YOU. THIS.

Mary/Ellen

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

domesticity

Ruby/Anna

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

domesticity

Mary/Ellen

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

knife

Ruby/Anna

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

knife

Prompt: Danneel/Genevieve

[obstinatrix.livejournal.com]

This damn club is so crowded, nobody'll see Danneel getting Gen off right there on the dancefloor.

Re: Prompt: Danneel/Genevieve

[cherie-morte.livejournal.com]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.

Prompt: Adrianne/Danneel

[obstinatrix.livejournal.com]

Established relationship D/s. What?

Re: Prompt: Adrianne/Danneel

[13chapters.livejournal.com]

hello i want this to exist.

Jess/Jo

[morganoconner.livejournal.com]

Jo gets to Heaven and meets someone unexpected.

(soulmates fic y/y? *puppy eyes*)

Re: Jess/Jo

[puchuupoet.livejournal.com]

Oh my god, yes pls (if I haven't already started it lol)

Female!vessel!Cas/Sam

[13chapters.livejournal.com]

Castiel took a female vessel. Sam is attracted to her. HET!SASSY.

ps cunnilingus

Re: Female!vessel!Cas/Sam

[callowyn]

SECONDED LIKE WHOA

Jess/Jo

[obstinatrix.livejournal.com]

On the road together like Thelma and Louise, except that they fight demons.

Mostly I just want sex in the car/in a motel room. :D

Prompt: Danneel/Genevieve

[(Anonymous)]

The tinhats are all wrong. Jared and Jensen are Danneel and Gen's beards.

Re: Prompt: Danneel/Genevieve

[cherie-morte.livejournal.com]

This prompt defines #winning.

Jared/Genevieve

[rhythmsextion]

If Jared had his way, he'd just spend the whole night with his face buried between Genevieve's legs.

Re: Jared/Genevieve

[obstinatrix.livejournal.com]

adflalsdjgbjsbdg.

By which I mean: guh.

Danneel/Genevieve/Jared/Jensen

[(Anonymous)]

End-of-season celebratory orgy. Or, you know - anything!

Lisa Braeden/Amelia Novak

[twoskeletons.livejournal.com]

Alone but not lonely.

Jared/Danneel

[obstinatrix.livejournal.com]

It's bad, and wrong, and they shouldn't. Except they know Jensen's watching and they know he likes it.

In for a pound [1/2]

[rhythmsextion]

I fail at commentfic, guys. Me and brevity? We don't get along. Also, I apologize for any horrific misspellings and typos.

-----

They're drunk when it finally happens. Which is probably at least half the reason it happens at all, though Danneel's fairly sure it's been building for months now, and even without the alcohol, it would've happened at some point. Just a matter of time.

Jensen's left to grab more beer from the kitchen, leaving an empty space on the couch to Danneel's left and Jared practically sprawled over her on right. She's still not entirely sure how he got there, just a natural progression as the night wore on, she guesses. He smells like booze, cologne, and sweat. He smells clean and so fucking good and all she can do is turn into it, one hand reaching up to curl into his thick, dark hair.

"Fuck, Danni," Jared whispers against her mouth, shuddering slightly as his hand, warm and huge, drops to her side, one thumb pushing at the cotton of her t-shirt. "Shouldn't. Shouldn't want to--"

Danneel gives a hum in reply, half agreement and half simple acknowledgment before tipping up to steal a kiss, back arching as their tongues meet. It's a little bit off and a little uncoordinated Jared's twisted to face her, one leg half draped over hers and he tugs her closer, gets his hand on her bare skin as she grabs hold of his shirt, feels nothing but solid muscle under her palm.

It's different from what she's used to of course, the solid breadth of him nearly overwhelming. But he's more gentle than she expected too, his touch slow and unsure as he runs a thumb along the bottom swell of her breast, his breath hitching against her opened mouth when she slips her hand down his chest and stomach to palm the growing bulge between his legs.

Opening her eyes, she spots Jensen in the doorway to the kitchen, three beers dangling from his hands, unmoving. And then Jared's thumb brushes over her nipple, toying with it through her bra and she gasps, her eyes locked on Jensen.

Jared can't see him. Doesn't know. And time stretches for a second, turns tense and sharp as Danneel wonders if maybe she misread this whole thing. Maybe she's fucked up everything.

But then Jensen bends to set the beers on the carpet and then steps back against the door jamb, using it for support as he gives a single, nearly indiscernible nod.

"Oh fuck," she groans, relief and delight coursing through her as she curls her fingers in Jared's hair and yanks his mouth up to hers, kisses him with a fury that's been building for way too fucking long. And Jared responds exactly as hoped, surging forward to take everything she's offering, his hand slipping under the thin fabric of her bra to palm her breast, grunting harsh and needy into her mouth.

Her thumb catches on the top button of his jeans and she breaks the kiss to better focus on getting it undone, her lips skimming along the stubble of his jaw.

Prompt: Genderswap J2/Danneel/Gen

[henriettaholden.livejournal.com]

Foursome party? Foursome party. *nod*

Jared/Jensen/Genevieve

[cherie-morte.livejournal.com]

ANYTHING. PLEASE. I WILL FUCKING MARRY YOU.

Re: Jared/Jensen/Genevieve

[ephemerall.livejournal.com]

YES PLEASE

Prompt: Adrianne Palicki/Danneel

[henriettaholden.livejournal.com]

The chick on the fourth floor of the apartment complex facing Danneel's window has an affinity for walking around in nude coloured panties.

Jensen/Danneel.

[13chapters.livejournal.com]

Pegging.

About You. Jensen/Danneel.

[hegemony.livejournal.com]

She does this for him, sometimes.

"Let's talk about you, Jenny."

He's trembling, right now. The sweat on his skin seems to make him glow and he's breathing like a semi-automatic in the humid air between them. She can't find the right words to say, rubbing against him.

"Please," he breathes, arching into her, rubbing back, trying to get her in. She smirks at that, smirks at how long she's been teasing him, spinning him up. She rakes her nails over his thighs, his hips, the cut of his stomach and he moans, rapturous, so wanton for her. She wonders if she looks like this when she's on the receiving end of his dick.

"Don't worry, I'll get you there," she soothes, petting like he's at once a spoiled brat and a scared greyhound. She pushes in, all the way, works her hips in a curlycueue and slides all the way out again, watching as his hole winks shut again, watching as her toy emerges shiny with the lube she'd spent so long easing in. He groans in frustration, turns to fit his face into the pillow, toes curling.

She does it again.

"Please," he says, whiskey hoarse. There's even a spot of texan twang, somewhere in there, the thing that gets her motor running the most. But no, she stops, leaves him frustrated and out in the cold, before sinking in inch by delicious, maddening inch.

"What was that?"

She retreats out of him doubly as long as it took for her to push in. He knows every vein, every ridge, the articulate head of that fucking cock like it's going to take him out for lunch by the time she's done.

"Dani, I need it," Jensen tells her. He looks up- every bit the man she married- at the end of his rope. "Put me outta my misery?"

She stabs in again, smiling. "I'll think about it."

And when he has the good sense to chase her, that's when she takes his arms, holds him down and fucks him hard. She's good at this, knows where all the essentials are and her hips are positioned for the perfect little follow-through at the end that really gets him howling. When she can tell he's close, she pins his hips down and doesn't even bother anymore, fucks without reserve.

"Come on, Jenny," she teases, a rasp in his ear, a name he hates so very much. "Tell me how full you are."

"Fuck, Dani," he moans, "I need more, I can't, I...fuck me."

Her crooked smirk of satisfaction lowers to his mouth, and she licks the seam of his lips as she slides all the way in, locks their hips together, and nudges at his prostate until he's screaming for it, unable to hold back.

"Need to see you come on my cock," she says, all super vamp. "Come all over it like a good little boy. Wanna see you give in."

"Fuck."

"Yes," he says, haggard. "Yes, please. Please make me come."

"So polite, Jenny. Is my dick splitting you open really that good? Put that smart mouth of yours in its place?"

"You have no clue," Jensen chokes out, terse. His breath hitches, his whole body tamping down and as he comes, she fucks harder, deeper, more, the base shoving against her clit as she ruts into him, hoping his orgasm will spread like wildfire all up her spine. His cock blasts come like a firehose, a long ropey explosion of semen between her thighs and all over the base of her strap on, the leather straddling her hips like a second skin.

Jensen sighs, his face smoothing out, but she's still nowhere near getting off, and whimpers as he wiggles away from her, turning her over so she'll lay flat on the bed. He shimmies the leather from her hips, unsheaths the condom from the dildo hanging between her legs and unhooks it from the strap on, letting it rest in the palm of his hand. He runs it down her inner thigh and she gasps, her hips rising wantonly in silent offering.

"Now," he says, as if he has some great work ahead of him as the head slowly, achingly slips inside her, "let's talk about you."

And as he slips his lips over her clit and slides all the way home until she's clutching the sheets, a delicious little shiver runs through her as she clenches around the warmth inside her, warmth from inside him, a little piece she never gets to touch.

He does this for her, sometimes.

Female vessel!Cas/Dean

[obstinatrix.livejournal.com]

Cunnilingus. *woman of simple tastes*

Fill: Stress Relief [1/2]

[annundriel.livejournal.com]

There are other places Castiel should be, other things she should be doing. She’s tired, though. The war in Heaven is draining. She knew it would be difficult, knew that she’d have to make decisions that she did not like, never imagined they’d sit so uneasily with her.

She thinks she’s grateful for that, and knows she has Dean to blame, Dean and Sam and Bobby and every other human who has touched her existence in the last three years, shown her so much about the world and life and living.

She should be on the frontlines now, up there making decisions she doesn’t like but need to be made anyway. Instead she’s here, with Dean, spread on Dean’s bed in Dean’s room.

Castiel looks down at the same time Dean glances up, their eyes meeting in the pale valley of her breasts. His eyes are dark and his mouth is pink and wet, shining. She wants to reach out and touch, wants to run her fingers over his lips and feel her slickness there, slide her fingers against his tongue the same way Dean slid his tongue against her.

Dean grins, breath blowing hot and gentle over her pussy when he opens his mouth to speak. “You like that, Cas?” he says, voice raising goose bumps along her skin. They make her shiver when her muscles have already begun to shake. “You like it when I lick your pussy?” He nuzzles at her thigh, his stubble tickling. “Like it when I suck your clit?”

She nods, her mouth dry, her mind scrambled. Castiel used to be able to multitask and keep a hundred thoughts straight in her head, spinning between each easily, jumping from one to another. Put Dean Winchester between her legs, his face between her thighs, his mouth so close to where she wants it, to where she always wants it, and they all shatter, her focus gone in a flash, swept away with the first brush of Dean’s fingers.

“Uh-uh,” Dean sing-songs. He noses at the line of her hip, licks at the sweat collecting there. It tickles and feels delightful and Castiel doesn’t know if she wants to squirm away or press closer. “I want to hear you say it.”

Castiel swallows, licks her lips, watches Dean’s eyes track the movement. Feels a grin of her own pulling at the corners of her mouth. “Yes,” she answers, reaching for him, fingers sliding through his hair. “I like it when you lick me.”

Dean’s eyebrow quirks and he pushes into her hands. “Going to have to be more specific than that, Cas.”

“I like it when you lick my pussy, Dean. Like it when you—”

Dean’s tongue flutters against her, slick and distracting. Gone before she can appreciate it. “Yes?”

Fingers flexing against Dean’s scalp, Castiel swallows again, harder. “Like it when you touch me with your tongue, your fingers. Want to feel your mouth on me.”

Misha/Danneel

[-mournthewicked.livejournal.com]

She knows he could teach her a thing or two.

Filled: New Tricks -Misha/Danneel with Jensen on the side

[(Anonymous)]

I couldn't help but stick Jensen in there. I hope you don't hate it too bad.


“Lovely. Now just relax and remember what I said.”

Her skin was so sensitive after Misha’d worked her over, massaging her entire body from shoulders to finger tips, back and buttocks, legs and feet, with so much attention paid to her inner thighs and around her mound without once touching her there where she needed it.

She really wasn’t sure how she’d gotten here, lying on the floor in her own living room completely naked, with her husband kneeling by her side, watching Misha smooth his long, strong fingers over her skin.

It had been a throw-away remark given over drinks, that she was sure Misha could teach her a trick or two. She should have known better – it was Misha, after all – but she’d never have thought in a million years that Jensen would agree and go along with it.

Her husband seemed eager for it, peeling Danneel out of her clothes and offering to get whatever Misha needed for his ‘lesson’. Jensen was looking at them like he was starving, eyes wide and breath harsh, seeming to memorize the play of Misha’s hands all over her body.

“Jensen?” Misha motioned him to come closer to where he was crouched over her legs, hands moving to push on the backs of her knees, opening her up. “Right here, please.” Danneel gasped as Misha’s fingers finally touched her pussy, pulling her labia apart to frame her clitoris.

Jensen just looked at him, not understanding, until Misha rubbed his thumb over Jensen’s lips, making him gasp in surprise at being touched by the other man. Misha just nodded, eyes twinkling as if he’d just won something, and rubbed the thumb that had been on Jensen’s lip over her clit, so lightly but still making her jump, her nub puffy and tender with arousal.

Jensen enthusiastically complied with Misha’s directive, moaning and humming against her skin, and it was so good. She was so close. She was gonna-

“That’s good–don’t make her come.”

If he wasn’t making her feel so good, Danneel would want to murder Misha right about then for making Jensen stop. She glared at him but was stopped short by his expression.

Misha had been so very cool and calm, hands all over her sensually but in an almost clinical sort of way. But the way he was licking his lips now, looking at Jensen’s, swollen and wet with her juices, she was starting to understand his motivation behind this whole scene.

Then he slipped two fingers into her pussy and started to stroke, other hand pressing down on her abdomen, eyes still locked on Jensen. “Are you watching, Jensen?” Her husband nodded and trained his eyes on Misha’s hand thrusting between her legs.

Misha pushed up, rubbing hard and fast inside of her, and Danneel felt a pressure build up quick. It was intense, like she was going to explode or pee, and her body started to tense up against it. It was confusing and made her want to hold back, but she remembered what Misha had said and pushed. Misha flicked his thumb over her clit, quick and unrelenting, matching the violent rhythm of his fingers inside her and she couldn’t hold it, didn’t want to.

Her orgasm overwhelmed her, sparking out from her core to every part of her body, and she felt the wet flood of it squirting out of her, distantly heard it splash against the hardwood floor beyond the rug she was lying on.

She opened her eyes to see Jensen bring his wet hand to his lips, tongue dipping to taste before licking it clean on a moan, cupping his groin as if he would explode at the smallest touch.

“Told you I could teach you a new trick,” Misha said, a pleased glint in his eye as he finished his glass of wine and watched Jensen lick Danneel clean.

Re: Prompt: Julie/OFC

[obstinatrix.livejournal.com]

HEEE I'd forgotten this gloriousness! YES. THIS NEEDS TO EXIST.

Jess/girl!Sam

[cherie-morte.livejournal.com]

Striptease to cheer Sam up when she's missing Dean.

Re: Jess/girl!Sam

[lavendergaia]

Shockingly enough, I'm considering writing this.

girl!Misha/Dean-or-Sam(-or-both)

[morganoconner.livejournal.com]

This is not the universe Cas dropped them into the last time...

Re: girl!Misha/Dean-or-Sam(-or-both) - warning, some Wincest - 1/2

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

For one thing, she doesn't tweet. She posts to Tumblr. And for another, she's always making up bullshit stories about her co-stars. "Guys," she writes in one post, "I swear to you Jensen and Jared are too busy making googly eyes at each other right now to even notice I'm there!" It's followed up with a Forever Alone gif.

The thing is, Jensen and Jared aren't making googly eyes at each other, they're making WTF eyes, because a) they're Sam and Dean, not Jared and Jensen, and b) Misha Collins in this universe is a lean, athletic, gorgeous woman with flowing black hair and intense blue eyes.

Based on the above evidence, however, it seems everything else about Misha is pretty much the same as the other TV universe they've visited. Douchebaggery intact.

Now, this being Sam and Dean rather than Jared and Jensen, they actually do pay a little bit more attention to said gorgeous woman. Dean goes so far as to suggest she come on over when they're done with work... "...to my house. Or, you know, wherever I live," he adds hastily when she looks awfully confused.

But she crosses her arms over her (admittedly nice) chest and rolls her eyes. "Jensen, how many times do I have to tell you? It's both of you or neither. Don't make me blog this!"

Dean confers hastily with Sam. "Think we can... you know, do this? Without being--"

"If Jared and Jensen really are--" Sam makes an indistinct motion with his hand, and Dean groans and averts his eyes "--then it's gonna be really suspicious if we don't."

"Yeah. But man, look at that." He eyes Misha, who's sitting pertly in her chair mouthing the letters T-R-O-L-O-L-O-L as she types them. "How can we not?"

So they take deep breaths and walk over, one brother's hand on each of her shoulders, and she snaps her phone shut and jumps up with such enthusiasm that she throws them both back a pace. "Let's do this, then, boys, shall we?"

---

They end up at Jensen's place, which is pretty damn nice ("Now, in this universe," Dean says pointedly, "I must be the star!" Sam grumbles.), with a wide four-poster bed upstairs. Misha holds their hands happily until they get to the bed. Then, the grin slides off her face, leaving a coy half-smirk behind like an echo. "Who wants the first kiss?" she says.

Dean smirks back at her, slides forward, and Sam watches as their lips meet, as Dean ravishes her mouth with a deep, lingering kiss. He has to admit, Dean knows how to kiss; she's mmm-ing and twining her arms around him, fingers raking up into his hair, and Sam definitely wants to feel that when his chance comes. But Dean's being a selfish bastard, trying to walk her backward onto the bed, and Sam's clenching his fists and waiting.

She breaks away, lips hot and moist, glimmering with Dean's kiss. "Mm, that's good," she says, and stretches out one impossibly long arm to beckon to Sam. "Jared, you want a taste?"

He grabs her hurriedly, and she climbs him like a vine on a brick wall, licking into his mouth in long, slow thrusts of tongue and keeping a hand on his hip while the other stretches, twisting, into his hair. "You really ought to get a haircut before it comes alive and walks off your head," she murmurs, giggling.

"Look who's talking," Sam says, taking a fistful of her curls and tugging slightly. Misha gasps, her chin tipping upward, and Sam's afraid he's hurt her until her hand tightens and she yanks him forward into her neck.

"Get me naked," she whispers, and then, craning her neck to look at Dean, "You too."

Dean rushes forward. His hands brush Sam's on her hips, and she gives a groan at the double contact. "Oh God." The words float like mist from her swollen lips. "Hurry, hurry, both of you."

Sam slides off her shirt, Dean hikes her pants down to her ankles, and she steps out of them and wraps both legs around Sam's waist. He shifts to hold her, and Dean rubs his hands down under the curve of her backside, fingers nipping in at the elastic of her panties. She makes a noise halfway between a moan and a squeak, buries her face in Sam's shoulder, and wiggles her ass back into Dean's teasing touches.

"Bed?" Dean says, catching Sam's eye.

"Yeah." Breathless. "I think so."

Danneel/Genevieve

[cherie-morte.livejournal.com]

Fucking with a strap on. Heeeey.

Re: Danneel/Genevieve

[obstinatrix.livejournal.com]

um. O_O!!!

Seriously NEVER enough strap on fic.