whatever is going down

Says I to the evil twin, "Evil twin! Where has all our filthy dirty kink gone?" And the evil twin, she gasps, clearly aghast, and she says.... well, she sorta says a lot of things, and by a lot of things, I obviously mean she lets Rufus take over her brain to list off his favourite hobbies. We picked one that made Dean squirm.

And then we added the one that made him squirm more. :D

Page Fourteen (and Fifteen)
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. NC-17. D/s tones, enema, fisting. ~5600 words.
Sam's pretty sure Dean doesn't secretly harbour a food fetish, no matter how worked up he gets over a mini cheesesteak.

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Team Porn also does completely shameless porn. Y'know, just sometimes. God, I love Dean and his issues.

Life on a Chain
Supernatural. Sam/Dean, John/Dean. NC-17. D/s tones. ~2400 words.
He's lost count of how many time he's seen his family bleed over him.

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Team Porn does crack! :D

This, um, actually turned out way more awesome than I thought it would. Shows what I know!

Not the Only Man She Sees
Supernatural. Sam and Dean. PG-13. ~10,000 words. Mpreg (sorta). Pre-slash (definitely). Direct sequel to A Nice Day to Start Again. Co-authored with ponderosa121.
"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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So, this time around, it's J who gets credit for feeding Pond and I such delicious, delicious ideas. He's a gem, I andheartssemicolon him so hard.

In other news, while I'm here, my goth lolita neighbour is a BITCH. We share a mailbox and she's been hanging on to some of our mail since CHRISTMAS. kitedreams, dragyn, I just got your cards today from my landlord (chick just moved out, thank god). So, um, thankie very much! Incredibly belatedly! And if anyone else sent me something and I didn't say anything, now you know why. -_-

Fic! With a ZOMG gorgeous, beautiful dynamic accompanying illustration (spoilers for the fic!) by the evil twin. Link at the end. :D

Devil Inside
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~5100 words. Spoilers for 3.12, Jus in Bello.
"Seriously," Sam says, a shadowy mountain of disapproval. "You forgot your key."

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So, the evil twin says to me, she says, "Evil twin, you have not written dirty filthy porn for me in a long, long time. Where has the dirty filthy porn gone?" And just what response should you have for that, except to write dirty filthy porn?

Have client, will post! :D

Time Wastes Itself
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~5000 words. Dean has daddy issues; Sam's a control freak.
Dean is about as shocked to be slammed back against the rough brick wall as Sam is over putting him there.

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The evil twin gave me this idea before Christmas. Am I allowed to say I've been Kripked now? Can I cry Krip? It's like a right of passage, innit?

Note to Self: Find a Mac client for posting to IJ. Not being used to posting from the site is no excuse for accidentally hitting enter before you've actually c/p'd the damn FIC into the entry. Especially rude in a moderated community. YOU ARE BRILLIANT.

Greater than the Sun
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. R. ~2500.
Standing at his own crossroads, Sam lifts his arm to knock.

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Dear Mr. Kripke, thank you for making yet another one of my happy daydreams an un-reality. You'll find the bill for my dissatisfaction cheekily stapled to a gushing, glowing letter about last week's episode. Love, me.

Wincest friendly because boy, am I Wincest friendly.

Me and Jesus Don't Talk Anymore
Supernatural. Sam and Dean, Henriksen. R. ~1000.
His watch says he's been here for three hours, which is two hours and fifty-eight minutes too long. Sammy's gonna freak.


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I get into fits of writing. Fits. Where words just explode out of my brain and spatter all over my computer screen... and then the evil twin has to come along and tidy it all up. I wait patiently for the day she starts charging me by the hour.

I think I've edited this half a trillion times, so, um, beware of typos? When are we going to get a smart program that knows you meant to add an S to that word but you just forgot, huh? Huh?

Here's Your Future
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~7400 words of sweet underaged goodness.
This is the Dean he knows: no hesitation, no second-guessing.


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It's dragyn's birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DRAGYN. Because she's adorable, is a handy pitch-hit beta, shamelessly encourages my Obsession and because I wanna: here, have a fic! I'm afraid I got a little carried away with myself and um, by the time I got your email about oh, fifteen minutes ago, I already had this written. So. ^^' Here's hoping it's at least half of what you'd like for your birthday.

Somehow, this is also spoiler-free for the last three eps. I'm... not sure how that happened. Especially considering my massive level of squee that culminated in actually talking in capslock (aha, capslock!Harry) at Roomie for a good hour last night while she attempted to go to sleep since she unfortunately had to work today and I had the day off. Which is also why Dragyn gets fic. I actually had time to sit on my ass for the last two hours and write it. :D

Very quickie-written, unbeta'd and dear god, if you see massive typos or sentences that don't make sense, let me know. My grammar skills are inversely proportional to my level of excitement.

Climb into My Arms With Blood on Your Clothes
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~2900 words of shameless indulgence.
Dean rolls his eyes, gaze ending up on Bela. She's looking a little green around the gills and he can't really blame her. It reeks in here.

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Yay! I has fic!

I'm pretty sure this is one that the evil twin planted in my brain (and then helped me make better, several times over). Many squishes to dragyn for her opinionating and betafication. I wrote something, so I get cookies. COOKIES FOR ME.

[edit] OH. This is the fic I was talking about in this entry, when I was interrupted by the Jesus guy toting the Awake magazine with the headlines about Do You Fear Death? and How Can I Avoid Pornography?. IRONIC.

To Be Alone With You
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~6300 words. Spoilers to end of S2.
Sometimes, when he's riding to the top of the world on adrenaline, Dean forgets that's all they are, nothing more than skin and muscle and bone.

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Look, ma! Fic!

This follows A Nice Day to Start Again, which sorta feels more like pre-Sam/Dean to me than genfic, but that's probably because my fangoggles are more like fanbinoculars. Mostly, it's an excuse for me to indulge myself and the evil twin with plunking Dean in awkward situations and watching him flail. Totally acceptable pastime. Really.

Beta by said evil twin, as is the base idea. I'm just like the thing that types for her. And puts in random typos just because.

I'll give you three guesses what inspired this, and the first two don't count.

He Ain't No Prince
Supernatural. Sam and Dean. PG. ~4500 words.
They get stuck in fucked up situations all the time.

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In case anyone was wondering, this time zone SUCKS. When I was on the other side of the continent, I got to see Supernatural a whole half hour before ANYBODY ELSE. And now I'M LAST. D:

Mostly for stele3, who flailed at me and made noises and convinced me in about half of a microsecond that this would be the hottest thing EVER. Also for me, because I'm prone to public masturbation like that. The evil twin rules and deserves lots and lots of cookies for beta'ing my splorf of SPN fic (splorf obviously being the noise my brain makes when it spits a dozen fics onto my computer screen all in the space of two weeks). Leftover mistakes are totally mine because I'm sleepy and blind and sleepy. And sleepy.

Dean~ and Sammy~ :D

all i wanna do is make a mess out of you
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~3000 words. Underage.
He's got Dean, who's a handful of needs barely met, a lot of wants never asked for, who's push come to shove.

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Quickie, twenty-minute ficlet for the evil twin, who demanded, rather cutely, for some Supernatural/FMA crossover-fusion-thing after watching 3.01.

everything he wants
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. R. 600 words. Mild crossover with Fullmetal Alchemist, and shamelessly self-indulgent.
It's in the way Sam walks these days.

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Work week from HELL. HELL, I tell you, HELL. But capslock makes me feel better. :D

Yo, anonymous peoples from El Jay! Feel free to leave your LJ name in any comments you drop, so I know who I'm talking to and can slobber gratefully over you for the ego cookies, as is proper. Or not, if you'd rather not have Blue-stains on your shirt. XD

I wrote sex pollen fic because the evil twin asked me to--surprise!

Better That We Break*
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~5500 words. Sex pollen and minor breathplay.
"Why the hell do they keep burying these whackjobs out in the middle of freakin' nowhere?"

*Title shamelessly stolen from a song heard on the radio that has absolutely nothing to do with this fic but my twisted brain latched on to because it was way more interesting than listening to whatever the hell my CM was blathering on about.

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Oh, internets. I miss you.

Roomie's parental unit and aunt are visiting. And man, it's like having zombies in the house. Except not the thrilling (totally not saying fun here, because unlike SOME people whose name begins with S and ends with era, zombies are terrifying in that way that happens when you never have a flamethrower in your back pocket) kind of zombie that tries to eat you, but the one that just sits there and drools. A lot. So it's just gross and inconvenient.

Yup. That about sums it up. Gross and inconvenient.

I'm pretty busy these days, between work, running, set-stalking and night classes coming up, so I haven't been wallowing in fandom as much as I want. Which is honestly 24/7, but you know. Whatever. XD I also have this fear that fandom is slowing down, or something. Is it just me whose noticed the lack of recs and stuff? Or is it just my want is overwhelming the output? This is highly possible.

And I haven't really celebrated my birthday yet (waiting for the plague upon my house to lift tonight, TONIGHT, FINALLY), but I blasted through the flist Monday and saw all the wishes and THANK YOU. :D Cheered me right up. I said thanks to a couple people already, but because I'm me, I'm sure I missed someone, so again with the THANK YOU.

Which brings me to: It's my birthday~ and I'll post porn if I want to~ post porn if I want to~! Never mind that it's not my birthday anymore. I fully subscribe to the week-long celebrations thing. Dean has cake (thanks to dragyn), he's happy. :D

...except this isn't really porn, per se. I've got some of that, but this is more of the evil-twin-asked-for-it-and-I'm-a-slave-to-her-desires kinda fic. Which is still insanely awesome, 'cause, y'know, graverobbing. And stuff.

Just say you love me and it'll all be okay.

Famous Last Words
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~1500 words. Underage.
It's rare enough that he wants to tag along on a regular salt and burn that no way was Dean telling him no.

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Pond has her beta back, yay! Which means I can stop sitting on this giant pile of fic I have and actually post some, as opposed to sitting and just writing more. XD

I might've gotten on a bit of an underage kick. Maybe. Teen!Sam just fills me with delirious glee. And, yeah.

(Not) Right in the Head
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~8000 words. Underage.
It's the longest fifteen minutes of his life before he finds something worth stopping for.

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Holy crap, I am freakin' EXHAUSTED. Which is obviously my way of saying, 1) never let yourself get shanghaied into running for a half hour when you only signed up for twenty minutes, because let me tell you, those ten minutes make a big difference, and b) editing fic afterwards, when you're still brain-toasted, is probably not a good idea but if you're me, you're gonna end up doing it anyway.

Standing in the Middle of Yesterday
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~3500 words. Underage (ya hear that, LJ, UNDERAGE, 'cause you made me WANT it).
People always have secrets. Dean's problem is he keeps trying to give his away.

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A new journal's sorta like a new couch--gotta christen it first chance you get. :D

Further North
Supernatural. Sam/Dean. NC-17. ~2700 words.
Dean plays it out in his head, from that week almost thirteen years ago through all the time between to now.

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