the horses running

For inkruns: ( Danneel/Genevieve, decorating the Christmas tree (~500 words, PG-13 )

For blue_fjords: ( Genevieve/Cindy Sampson, cunnilingus and a good time being generally had by all :) (~550 words, NC-17) )

For twoskeletons: ( Cassie Robinson/Gwen Campbell. To Gwen's surprise, Cassie knows a little bit about the supernatural. Randomly in End!verse, idk. (~400 words, PG-13) )

Sorry guys, there is no way these are all getting done by 24 December as promised, since I'm going to be basically afk from Thursday until Tuesday. But they will all get done eventually, if not on time, promise. :)

Title: Like A Slow Fire Burn
Authors: obstinatrix and _mournthewicked
Pairing: Sam/Dean, Sam/Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~13,000 (?!)
Warnings: Shotgunning, so, weed.
Summary: So maybe, when they're both under the influence, the Winchesters like to mess around. It's no big deal, except for the part where they're afraid to mention it in the cold light of day. And then there's weed, and Cas's insane angel logic, and somehow Dean ends the night with all the shame ploughed right out of him.

( Dean gets sort of slutty when he's stoned )

Title: Every Square Inch, Every Split Second
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sam's fifteen when he finally outgrows his brother. (NB: underage.)
Words: 3,784
Notes: Written for my fictictactoe game against mistyzeo, for the square 'pride'. Um. Very, very loosely. I did have an excellent plan for a J2 fic that I discussed with oddlyfamiliar, and then I opened a document to write it and wrote schmoopy Wincest indeed. OH WELL. Title from CS Lewis, who would be horrified, I'm sure. Also, fun fact: what happens in this fic is almost exactly opposite to what I intended to happen. Thanks for that, boys.

( Sam's fifteen when he finally outgrows his brother )

Reposting here for the sake of my OCD/archiving fetish. ;) Sorry to spam!

Prompt: Sam is recruited into college-boy gay-for-pay porn productions while at Stanford, and becomes a big star on the internet. Dean starts watching. Originally here.
Rating: R
Words: ~900

( The whole thing starts out as an honest mistake )

Prompt: Underage Sam/Dean, shotgunning.
Words: ~600
Rating: PG-13

( It's not that Dean makes a habit of shit like this )

We just won't discuss the fact that the second little ficlet has totally failed to slake my current desire to write ALL THE SHOTGUNNING.

Title: The Beating of His Hideous Heart
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Lies. In this case, extremely alternate-universe lies.
Prompt: 'Dean is the charming sociopath and Castiel is the fresh-faced prison chaplain, dub-con. With Dean, after weeks of working Cas over, finally getting his hands on him after a careless guard leaves them alone. Posted here.
Warnings: The dub-con is extreme. YMMV sufficiently that you might read it as non-con. Also, note 'sociopath'. 'Ideas may disturb', shall we say.

( The orange jumpsuits, Castiel thinks, are unbecoming )

For archiving purposes! The reveal for this exchange was today, so. :D

Title: This Song Will Guide You Home
Recipient: morganoconner over at deancas_xmas. Originally posted here.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None, except that this basically goes AU after 5.22. Certain amount of 'magic made them do it'.
Spoilers: General for S5 and 5.22
Summary: Castiel knows a way to get Sam out of hell - but he needs Dean's help.

( Generally, when it comes to the people he calls family, Dean is a pretty honest guy. )

Title: Nothing Gold Can Stay
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Denny Crane/Alan Shore
Disclaimer: Do not own, do not has, do not claim.
Notes: This is for, and entirely the fault of, tootsiemuppet and hyel, who are vile enablers. The central scenario idea was hyel's, and as it came with a rather lovely inspirational photograph of James Spader in his 1980s glory, I couldn't resist the pressing urge to write it. Despite my actually rather minimal knowledge of Boston Legal. Fail, self. Also, this was meant to be crack and totally isn't. Ah, well.
Summary: Although Denny doesn't remember, he's met Alan before.
Illustrative Accompaniments: The most illustrious hyel actually drew them, because she is amazing. :)And this is tootsiemuppet's inspirational poster. D

( Denny Crane remembers the 80s. )

Title: Echoes
Pairing/Characters: Kirk/Spock, McCoy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Characters all property of Paramount. Or somebody.
Summary: Spock is dead, something's wrong with McCoy, and Kirk is being slowly torn apart.
Notes: I feel the need for a TOS!movieverse revival. I offer this small what-not to the recent joyous spate of red-uniform fic, since we all know that's the era where it all gets truly epic. :) This is for candesgirl, who agrees.

( Spock carried his soul in his voice )

Title: Adam's Rib
Pairing: Kirk/android Kirk (ish)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Property of Paramount, who did not venture into this territory, for reasons best known to themselves, during What Little Girls Are Made Of.
Notes/Summary: This is for my_daroga, in response to a prompt at st_tos_kink for some form of doubled Kirk. This got rather angstier and more contemplative than I intended, somehow.

( If androids had any real advantage over humankind, it must surely be that they were born perfect. )

Title: Open Communications
Feedback: Here, please!
Disclaimer: None of the characters herein belong to me
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/Spock/(Uhura), Kirk/Spock/Uhura implied
Rating: Very, very NC-17. This is just sex, guys. Dirty sex and bad language from everyone except Spock.
Summary: I apologise for the embarrassing plotlessness in this fic. It was written for the st_xi_kink meme, for this prompt: 'Kirk/Spock - On an away mission, they have to have...relations and Uhura has to tell them what to do.' It is accordingly ridiculous. Originally posted here.

I'm sure that many of the interested parties have already read it, so I apologise if you're seeing it again, but I wanted to have a record of it here.

( ... )

I feel dirty now.