the horses running

Title: Carnations That Propagate Fire
Pairing: Jared/JDM
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~2,200
Summary/Notes: For salt_burn_porn, for the prompt: "this one's gonna leave a mark." I'm not quite sure how I got this from that, but there you go. As ever for this challenge, written very fast and not beta-ed, so, apologies.

( it's too late and I'm too tired to think of something interesting to put in my cut tag )

Just linking to the fic I wrote for spnspringfling. I got a very interesting sign-up sheet. One of my favourite things about this challenge is that it's such a great opportunity to write something that isn't necessarily part of your usual repertoire. Also, JDM. ♥

Title: these close quarters (make my skin grow tight)
Pairing: JDM/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1500
Summary: The prompt was 'sleeping bag sex', and that is what this is.

( MEN IN TENTS )

Title: Tabula Rasa
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: ~10,000
Warnings: I have nothing to declare except my schmoopiness.
Summary: In Reykjavik, there lived a boy whose back was a looking glass into the future, whose skin had begun to manifest portents in ink when he was seven years old. (See the art post. No, really. See it. Admire it. :))
Notes: This was written for spn_illuminated, to an art prompt by the awesomely talented petite_madame. You can see her art post here. Thanks to akadougal for the beta, and to petite_madame for being as supportive as she is scarily imaginative!



( 'I fear I have been a fish for far too long.' )

Title: Kama
Pairing: Jared/Jensen/Misha
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~3,000
Summary/Notes: Punjabi dance music and coloured cocktails aren't exactly Jensen's thing, but Jared and Misha are happy to provide compensation in kind when the night's over. Happy birthday, majestic_shriek. :)

( It's hot in the club, sticky )

The neurotic archivist in me demands that I have this linked from my journal somewhere. :) This was the fic I wrote for deancas_xmas. Writing it was like getting blood from a stone, so thank you to nanoochka for aiding and abetting me in this endeavour.

Title: The World That We'll Invent
Recipient: elfladyarwen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3679
Spoilers: Up to 7.02 specifically; generically for the rest of S7.
Summary: Castiel wants to explain to Dean how he came to be here, after the lake, but Dean doesn't seem to want to talk. Still, this is a new world for Castiel now -- he can find another way to live in it. Fix-it fic, anyone?

( It wasn't supposed to go this way. )

Title: Thrones, Dominations
Rating: NC-17
Author: obstinatrix
Artist: vicious_sock
Genre: RPS, AU
Characters/Pairing: Jared/Misha, Jensen
Summary: It's not easy being a genius. If it wasn't for Jensen Ackles and his environmentalist bullshit, Misha would have ended world poverty by now -- and also, incidentally, he'd be the richest and most important man on earth. As it is, Misha seems to spend most of his time berating idiot goons, and Jared, his rifle-toting barefoot houseboy and willing sex object, is the only thing that keeps him sane. Twenty-four hours in the life of the overlord.
Warnings (and enticements): D/s, mild breathplay, panty kink, implied rape kink. Mild bondage/restraint, spanking, references to men in stilettos. Utterly shameful levels of Jared-objectification. Think of a big sci-fi heroes/villains blockbuster, and then imagine the knock-off porn version produced by a suitably disreputable studio and you'll have this fic.
Word Count: ~13,000
Notes/Acknowledgements: Title from Milton. Thank you to akadougal and dizzzylu for looking this over for me, for cautionzombies for cheerleading and general support, and most especially to vicious_sock whose amazing artwork continues to dazzle and delight me. :)



:: part one :: part two :: art :: pdf :: AO3 ::

So, I fail at conciseness. I had 42 Ficmas prompts to write, and, uh, since several of them were coming out at >1k, it occurred to me that trying to post them all on Christmas Eve was probably a really stupid idea, since there was no way they were going to all fit in one post. So, that said, here is Ficmas Post #1. I suppose this now means that all ficlets will be posted by December 24, rather than on it. :)

For allback2mine: ( J2, in bed at someone's parents' house at midnight on Christmas Eve. (400 words, PG) )

For big_heart_june: ( stoned!J2 and bonus shotgunning (730 words, R) )

For mistyzeo: ( Jared can't go home for the holidays because of snow, so he crashes at Jensen's, and also there is bedsharing. (1000 words, PG-13) )

For deirdre_c: ( J2, Sex toys for Christmas and a happy new year. Except it didn't really come out remotely Christmassy. (1300 words, NC-17 like whoa) )

For wendy: ( Jensen gives Jared handcuffs for Christmas. (1400 words, NC-17) )

For 13chapters: ( J2M porn that is mostly about Jared's dick. (600 words, NC-17) )

Title: Our bodies, possessed by light
Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~42,000
Summary: Purged of all his souls, Castiel is a changed being, stronger than an angel and too powerful for Jimmy's body to contain. Happily, there's an archangel's vessel on hand, and he could use fixing, too. Dean isn't too happy about the idea of his brother acting as a vessel for Castiel, and Sam can guess why, but it isn't until Castiel gets inside his head and they learn to share the vessel -- and their thoughts -- that Sam realises Cas is as in love with Dean as Dean is with him. It's unfortunate that there's nothing much to be done about it now, but Castiel will get another vessel soon. The Winchesters will make damn sure of that. In the meantime, it's up to the three of them to establish their own strange accord, and Dean realises more fully than ever that it's Castiel, and not his vessel, that he loves.

Warnings/Promises: This fic does contain character death (non-pairing). It does not contain Sam/Dean, Sam/Castiel, or Sam/Dean/Castiel. There is no oral-genital or genital-genital contact between Dean and Sam's body; there is no making out. However, please note that there is one scene depicting a mild sexual situation between Dean and Cas-in-Sam's body: [more explicit spoiler] there is cuddling and over-the-clothes, above-the-waist touching after a lot of UST. The result of this is dry humping at the climax of which Cas comes. There is a brief chaste kiss. Sam has consented to be Castiel's vessel and to kissing, as long as he doesn't have to hear about it, but not explicitly to anything further, which may trigger those with vessel consent issues. While my beta qthelights didn't find her incest squick to have been hit too badly by this fic, I know that others have been triggered and I'm sorry about that and for my failure to warn correctly in the first instance. In case the specifics of the NC-17 sex scene are a dealbreaker for anyone [spoiler]: it's Dean/Misha-shaped Castiel.
Acknowledgements: Thank you to my wonderful artist, smallworld_inc, for the huge amount of beautiful art she produced for this fic. ♥ Thank you also to my document-creepers, qthelights, cautionzombies, annundriel, hils and oddlyfamiliar for making me feel pressured enough to keep going (♥) and to oddlyfamiliar in particular for the beta.
Special Thanks: To cautionzombies. ♥ This fic is for you, babe. Without Jen's constant texts, emails, GDoc comments and gchat pingings of encouragement, abuse and squee, I would never have managed to finish this. I went into this knowing that I wanted to start at point a, convey theme b and arrive eventually at point d, but without Jen, there would have been no bridge c. Or porny outtakes. I ♥ you, babe. Thank you also to qthelights for making noises of horror when I said there wasn't going to be any sex in this at all. :P




. part one . part two . part three . part four.
. outtakes (read warnings!). PDF . AO3 . art post .

eta: I have altered my warnings above, but to reiterate here: I am truly sorry if my failure to warn correctly in the first instance led anyone to be triggered by this fic. It was not my intention to distress anyone, and I fully appreciate that I have done so.