Prompt me!

[tebtosca]

I'm going to blatantly steal a comment meme that dugindeep and raeschae did yesterday, and ask you guys to prompt me for timestamps to ANY of the fics in my MASTERLIST. If you've ever wanted me to write something for one of the worlds I've written, this is your chance to ask for it! Just list the fic or verse you want, and a prompt for what you would like to see.

I haven't written even one sentence since Amy and I posted our BB, so I'm hoping this might force me to put words on (virtual) paper lol. Fingers crossed!

p.s. Eyeball update: one month later and still wearing glasses, but it now looks like:



p.s.s. The amazing riyku is hosting a LOVE MEME at her journal. Everyone should go over and give love to some of our fellow awesome fandom-y people. If you want to stroke my delicate ego, my thread is HERE

NOW PROMPT ME, PEOPLE! PROMPTING CLOSED! Thanks to all you awesome people who left me a prompt. I'm working my way through them slowly but surely, and everyone will get a fill! ♥



FILLS SO FAR:

Threesome Verse:
J2 and Danneel reunite after a month
J2 double-team Danneel in their new shower
The one with pegging

Pornstar Verse:
Twink!Jensen's first time on camera, co-starring JD Morgan
The day after J2's first date

Talking Through a Different Face:
How Vampire!Genevieve met Misha
Jensen and Chris, the teen years

Home is Where the Hurt Is:
Jared and Jensen, the high school years
Sheriff Morgan asks J2 to foster a kid

Knit My Bones Astride:
The Wódz collapses, but Jensen takes care of him
J2, rough sex after the clan is attacked

Love is a Funny Thing:
Jensen gets jealous while filming "The French Mistake"

Manufacture a Miracle:
J2 and the girls watch the season premiere

Jump on Board:
More from Dean/Lisa's bendy weekend

Just Keep Breathing With Me:
Alpha!Danneel defends her omega

Brother, Can I Lend a Hand?:
Sam/Dean as AU!J2 filming another porno

Send Someone to Love Me:
Jared starts writing erotica, and Jensen helps him pick a pen name

Don't Fight That Feeling:
Cindy just wants to go get Brock drunk--is that so wrong?

Tender Young Confusion:
Meanwhile, back at Jared's apartment...

I'll Sing My Song:
Jensen and Jared and the big coming out

The Trouble With You:
Jensen and Jared buy a Christmas tree

Take Your Body Downtown:
Jensen's turn to explore Jared's body

Scratch That Itch:
Jared goes alpha; Jensen helps him through it

Comments

[salty-catfish.livejournal.com]

I want something for Just Keep Breathing With Me but I don't know what /o\ maybe poor omega Jensen gets harassed by other alphas? D: OR CUDDLES? Jensen is the cuddliest, I know it. /runs away

[tebtosca.livejournal.com]

Omega!Jensen/Alpha!Danneel

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“Hey there, pretty.”

Jensen’s hand pauses where he’s bringing the bite of steak up to his mouth at the sound of the stranger’s voice. Calmly, he puts the fork down and takes a sip of water.

“A sweet thing like you shouldn’t be out on your own. Never know what kind of trouble you might get up to,” the man continues mockingly, his voice dripping with the disdain that only an ignorant knothead can manage.

Jensen looks up at him coolly, straightening his shoulders. Just because he’s an omega and his biology tells him that he’s supposed to have some measure of respect for the asshat standing in front of him, doesn’t mean that he’s going to let himself be insulted.

“Don’t you have to go discover fire or something? Find someone to drag back to your cave?” Jensen asks, smirking when the knothead’s mouth twists into a tight line.

The knothead doesn’t appreciate the mocking for long though, and pushes his bulk closer into Jensen’s space. Jensen can’t help but twitch as the alpha’s strong scent clouds his nose, almost gagging him.

It sucks that here, in an elegant restaurant in Dallas on his fifth wedding anniversary, Jensen still has to put up with harassment like this. The worst part is that no one else is even blinking an eye, like it’s this asshole’s right to crowd an omega any time he wants to.

“My alpha is in the restroom and will be back any second, so I suggest you get lost,” Jensen states, hating that he even needs to use a statement like that as a defense, but knowing that it’s the one most likely to work.

The knothead sniffs at him, like a fucking dog, and ain’t that degrading. “You don’t smell claimed.”

“Well, he is,” Danneel’s voice suddenly rings out, tone like ice. She steps out from behind the knothead, her hair perfectly coifed, curves poured into a dress so tight it should be illegal. The expression on her face says “leave or die, motherfucker.”

Jensen can’t help but smile at her, his wife, his alpha. His ass clenches at the sight of her.

The knothead gives her an appraising once over before turning back to Jensen. Then, in an act that will soon be to his utter dismay, he starts laughing.

Danneel has a manicured grip around his balls before the knothead can even finish the last “ha.”

“My husband and I are celebrating our anniversary tonight,” she stage whispers, up on her tippy toes in her 6-inch stilettos just so she can say it to the knothead’s shocked face. “You need to leave before I make sure you never breed another bitch in your entire sorry ass life.”

She lets go and wipes her hand on the napkin on Jensen’s lap, stroking his epically hard dick in the process. She winks at him before sending one final glare over her shoulder to the hastily retreating knothead.

“I can’t leave you alone for a second, can I?” she says with a smirk, sliding into the seat next to Jensen and nibbling on his earlobe.

“I guess you’re going to have to punish me later, right?” Jensen plays along, slipping his hand up that fucking ridiculous dress and thinking about the big plastic knot that will be hanging between those legs in a few hours.

“And then cuddling,” she growls.

“Fuck yeah, you better cuddle me.”

"You're not the boss of me!"

Jensen still doesn’t understand how he got so lucky.

[thursdaysisters.livejournal.com]

j2, where jensen decides to shakes things up by dressing up as Jason, chasing Jared (dressed like Kinkade) thru the woods with an ax, and banging his brains out.

[tebtosca.livejournal.com]

Do you have a specific fic/verse in mind? I'm sticking to continuations from anything I've already written in my MASTERLIST (http://tebtosca.livejournal.com/25053.html) (there are a bunch to choose from though :D)

[anyothergirl415.livejournal.com]

Something from Knit My Bones Astride! Maybe like... Jensen doing some bad ass fighting and Jared being all riled up seeing Jensen all sweaty and dirty post fight? I could probably get really kinky with this lol Go wild!

[ldyghst.livejournal.com]

Beat me too it. :P I need too figure out something different now. :D haha

[dugindeep.livejournal.com]

Pornstar verse! Something adorable and embarrassing. Perhaps when they finally mess around after a date, one comes sadly fast bc they're just SO EXCITED TO BE WITH THIS PERSON.

As an example. Maybe.

[tebtosca.livejournal.com]

Pornstar!J2--the day after the first date

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“This is really fucking unprofessional.”

Jared lifts Jensen up onto the table in Jensen’s dressing room, ignoring the protest. “Mmmhmm.”

“Seriously, Jared, you have to get hard on cue in like ten minutes,” Jensen murmurs, but he’s letting Jared press kisses to his bare collarbone, so Jared figures he’s not too put out by it.

“Let me worry about my dick,” Jared insists, smiling brightly before capturing Jensen’s mouth in deep kiss. Jensen makes a little squeak when Jared’s tongue breaks the seam of his mouth, and all it does is make Jared want to crawl up inside of him.

Jensen pulls back, head clunking onto the mirror behind him. “But I like worrying about your dick.”

“Is that right?” Jared grins, pulling Jensen’s hand down to palm Jared’s erection through his jeans.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Jensen replies, and his professionalism seems to be quickly going the way of Jared’s when he starts kneading Jared with his fingers. “God, just wanted to get my mouth on it last night. Can’t believe I didn’t get you naked.”

Jared groans. “Was trying to be a good date. Respectful, remember?”

Jensen’s grin turns feral as he starts biting down the side of Jared’s neck. “Oh yeah, good boys don’t put out until the third date, right? Isn’t that what Cosmo says?”

Jared licks down Jensen’s chest, latching onto a nipple. “Second date. Fuck the third date.”

“Don’t want to think that far ahead, huh?”

Jared pulls off of him and stares at Jensen. His stomach is uneasy suddenly, but the moment feels important. “I’ll think as far ahead as you’ll let me, Jen.”

Jensen’s hand stills where it’s pressed against Jared’s dick. His eyes flick over Jared’s face, like he’s trying to figure something out. Jared wishes he could read his mind, figure out if he just blew his chances with the guy of his dreams with one dumb fucking sentence.

“I don’t know how to do this,” Jensen says softly, his hand starting to rub again. He’s looking at Jared though, and the eye contact makes Jared feel better about the hesitation of Jensen’s reply.

Jared threads his hands in Jensen’s hair and holds their foreheads together as Jensen speeds up his ministrations. Jared feels his orgasm building, just from denim-dampened pressure and the green of Jensen’s eyes staring back at him. It’s like he’s fourteen again, staring into those eyes.

Jared comes in his jeans like a highschooler, and he can feel the blush that overwhelms him at how utterly mortifying that should be to a famous porn star.

Of course he doesn’t feel like a famous porn star right at the moment. He feels like a guy that is in impossible love with another guy. The fact that the other guy has absolutely no clue doesn’t matter much.

“Do you wanna try?” Jared finally replies, and he doesn’t know exactly what he’ll do if Jensen doesn’t.

Jensen just kisses him, and for now, it’s enough.

[ldyghst.livejournal.com]

I know Brie has beat me too it. *sticks tongue out at her.*

I would love to see some hurt/comfort from Knit My Bones Astride.

[tebtosca.livejournal.com]

The Wodz collapses, but Jensen takes care of him

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“What is going on? Jeffrey, speak,” Jensen barks out, running into the tent. He sees the Wódz laid out on their furs, regal body unmoving, and gasps as he rushes to his side.

“He collapsed, my Prince. Daniel tells me that he has been feeling a bit weary, but no one noticed anything,” Jeffrey informs him, rubbing his dusty beard wearily.

Jensen breaths in sharply, and puts his hands on the sides of Jared’s face. His skin is flushed and warm, but he is breathing, and Jensen thanks the Gods for that small pittance.

“I have brought the healer, my Prince,” Danneel’s voice breaks into the short silence. Behind her stands the tribe medicine man, Misha.

“Oblubieniec,” Misha says obediently, tipping his head with respect to Jensen.

“Chodź tu!” Jensen replies impatiently, beckoning the man into the room. Misha comes quickly to the Wódz’s opposite side, and Jensen is thankful that there is no attempt to displace him. There is nowhere in the world that he could be at this moment rather than with his hands upon his husband’s flesh.

“Jensen,” Jeffrey says, his voice soft and full of concern. He places one rough, heavy hand on the curve of Jensen’s shoulder. “He will be fine, I promise you that.”

Jensen finds himself clutching Jeffrey’s hand with one of his own, the other still bracing against Jared’s forearm. “I have lost so much, Jeffrey. I cannot lose him as well.”

Misha glances up at Jensen’s words and smiles reassuringly. Jensen remembers that the healer has a fair grasp of their native tongue, and in this time of crisis, Jensen is grateful for that.

“It is just a fever, Oblubieniec. The Wódz will be better than new very soon,” Misha tells him, pulling out medicinal herbs to help treat Jared.

Jensen lets out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. Jeffrey squeezes his shoulder once more, before stepping back and silently departing with Danneel. Misha works quietly for a few more minutes and then leaves with a nod.

“My Jared,” Jensen whispers, stroking a hand down his husband’s cheek. Not wanting to spend another moment without their heartbeats being one, Jensen lies down and curls his body against Jared’s. Jared is solid and true, and Jensen holds his still body close to his own, his face pressed to the fiery skin of Jared’s neck.

“Never leave me, my love,” Jensen commands. He presses kisses to Jared's flesh like a promise. “And I shall never leave you. I swear it.”

[big-heart-june.livejournal.com]

MORE OF THAT BENDY WEEKEND! :DDD or fairy!Jensen/giant!Jared sexytimes round 2! :P I only just saw that amazing manip! omg! XD

[tebtosca.livejournal.com]

Dean/Lisa--Bendy weekend!

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“You are—“

“Spectacular, I know,” Lisa says with a smirk, curving her leg until the warmth of Dean’s neck is pressing against the tender skin behind her knee.

“I was gonna say bendy but that works,too,” Dean chokes out a laugh, slamming upwards into her as he grips her ass with both hands and grinds her down onto his dick.

Lisa leans forward to lick the sweat that’s dripping down his temple. He smells faintly of salt and gunpowder, and that makes her pussy just that much wetter. She didn’t know jack shit about this dude besides his name, his affinity for leather, and the fact that he can eat pussy like a fucking champ, but right about now, as Lisa bounces on his lap, that’s plenty.

Her other leg is tucked up tight around him, heel snug against the middle of his shoulder blades. If she leans back just right, he’ll be hitting her g-spot dead-on.

“Yoga,” she says with a grunt, as she flings her head back and slip-slides up and down a little bit faster.

“What?” he pants, dazed, biting at her calf, which is now vibrating against his face. She’s never had a hickey on her leg before, but hey, that’s what leggings are for, right?

“I’m a yoga instructor,” she clarifies, and she’s leaning back so far now that her hair is getting tangled in his fingers, and he’s starting to fist it and tug, and fuck.

“If you’re still talking, then I’m not doing this right,” he snarls, but he has an almost feral grin on his face as he wraps a handful of dark brown strands around his fist at the same time that he uses his other forearm to press her tightly to his chest. Her joints stretch and pull and her skin tingles as the vague pain of the hair-pulling wars with the punishing pleasure coming from his dick slamming against her inner walls.

“Cocky.” She gasps. “Bastard.”

“No, Dean Winchester.”

Lisa rolls her eyes just as she comes. Leather Jacket’s lucky his cock is as pretty as his face.

[buttercup22.livejournal.com]

Talking through a different face. I always wanted more backstory on the other couples....

[tebtosca.livejournal.com]

Vampire!Genevieve/Misha

(I've always wanted to do backstory for them, so thanks for this prompt!!)

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She sees him sitting on the bench that first day as she shakes her hips next to the L stop in Union Square. She shimmies a little harder when his blue eyes dip, remembering what she learned watching Josephine do the Danse sauvage at the Folies Bergères that lazy year in Paris. She smiles when she remembers the scandal of it all, and how her mamma back in Napoli would have cried if she could have seen the way Mademoiselle Baker danced.

Kind of like the way Mamma cried when she saw her baby girl bleed the local macellaio dry before disappearing from her life for the last time.

“Marry me,” the man says, interrupting her daydream and the thrum of the music from the boombox sitting on the dusty ground next to her feet.

Genevieve laughs, and continues swaying.

***

The man is back the next day, in the same spot, but he’s clutching a sunflower that he must have gotten from one of the nearby stands.

It’s a Sunday and Union Square is bustling with locals selling cheese and honey and homemade sausage, tourists with their maps getting lost on their way to Times Square, and artists from Brooklyn and Alphabet City performing for the both of them, and themselves.

Genevieve flips her long, dark hair over her shoulders, raising her hands to the bright blue sky like she’s reaching for God.

“I love you,” the man says, holding up the sunflower like an offering.

Genevieve’s teeth ache in her mouth when she smiles at him.

***

On the fifth day, her best friend Danneel stands a few feet from the bench and watches the man. Her hair is long and loose like fire, and the edges of her smile are curved up like she knows a secret.

She probably does. That’s why Danneel is special.

Danneel winks at her and Genevieve’s fangs lower half-a-centimeter in welcome response.

Well, maybe Danneel is special just because she’s Danneel.

The man doesn’t seem to notice, and suddenly he’s on one knee in front of the bench.

This part is new, Genevieve thinks with mirth as she swings her skirt in the muggy New York breeze.

“You make me brave,” the man says, and Genevieve stops moving. She glances at Danneel, who raises her eyebrows and shrugs.

“What’s your name, mystery man?” Genevieve asks finally, breaking the seal of silence that has lasted for five days.

The man blinks a few times, like he can’t believe that she’s actually talking to him, but then a grin as big as the sun breaks out across his face.

Genevieve would blush, if her blood was still actually flowing.

“Misha,” the man says.

“Misha,” she repeats, rolling the name around her tongue. She walks over to him and kneels down in front of him. His shoulders are shaking and there is a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead that she wants to brush off. She can hear how fast his heart is beating, and scent the blood in his veins.

“Tell me a secret, Misha,” she says after they stare at each other for a few long minutes that feel like an eternity. And if there is anything Genevieve knows, it’s eternity.

He swallows and Genevieve wants to bite right there.

“My penis hates unnatural fibers,” he blurts out suddenly.

Danneel laughs hard enough that it makes a teenager riding by fall off his skateboard.

Genevieve’s lips curl up and her fangs extend. Misha’s eyes widen in shock for just a moment, before they narrow again, blue eclipsed by blackened lust-filled pupils.

“Do you want to get a drink, Misha?”

[fiercelynormal.livejournal.com]

Um, this looks like the perfect opportunity to request the J2/Danneel pegging I've been (not so) patiently waiting for! \o/

[tebtosca.livejournal.com]

The one with pegging

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“Oh, Jared,” Danneel sing-songs. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Jared looks up from where he is licking the come off of Jensen’s belly. “That sounds ominous.”

“It usually is,” Jensen agrees, purring like a kitten when Jared goes back to licking.

Danneel comes over and hits Jared on the head with something.

“Ouch, what the—“Jared grunts, looking up again. His eyes go wide when he sees what Danneel is brandishing like a sword.

A hot pink dildo.

“Your favorite color,” Danneel says with a vicious grin, hooking the dildo into the…oh shit, fucking harness she has strapped to herself.

“That’s going in my ass, isn’t it?” Jared asks to no one in particular, and Jensen snorts from underneath him.

“Don’t you like your present?” Danneel asks, her round little face contorting into her best innocent expression. She ruins the image by rubbing a hand up and down the plastic shaft.

“Yeah, Jared, don’t you like your present?” Jensen repeats, evil bastard. One of his legs come up and hooks itself around Jared’s waist. Jared can’t help but glance down at Jensen’s swollen hole, wet from the come that Jared just shot into it ten minutes prior. Jared’s cock begins to fill against its will.

Danneel doesn’t give Jared a chance to answer, hopping up onto the bed and holding the dildo in one hand to rub along the crack of Jared’s ass. Jared thrusts back automatically into it, and then forward again into the slick curve of Jensen’s body.

“Look at this perfect ass,” Danneel whispers, leaning down to kiss the dimples at the side of it. Jared’s skin tingles in all the places where her lips drag. She leans farther down and through Jared’s legs, until her finger is dragging through the mix of come and lube that is dripping out of Jensen. She slicks her fingers with it and then brings it back to wet the dildo.

Oh god, she’s going to fuck him with his own come.

She keeps doing it, reaching down to gather more as Jensen lets out these little grunts that make Jared’s dick even harder, and then bumping up against Jared’s rim like the fake dick is begging for entrance. Danneel knows Jared, knows that he likes it a bit rough, wants the burn. Loves it when Jensen holds him down by the neck and fucks into him with just a thin sheen of K-Y on the bare skin of his cock.

“C’mon, Jared, lemme in,” Danneel breathes, leaning over him as the hard, unforgiving plastic presses itself just inside the muscle’s first line of defense.

Jensen has his legs hiked up to Jared’s ribcage now, his own hardening erection rubbing off against Jared’s abs as Danneel starts edging her cock into Jared’s ass. She punches in halfway, then out, the slide dragging just enough for the friction to sting in the most delicious way.

Danneel finally bottoms out with a grunt, and it pushes Jared’s own dick into the space right behind Jensen’s balls, the leftover slick that’s rolling out making it so easy to slide right into that hole he so recently vacated.

Jared’s in Jensen then, and it’s good, better than good, as Danneel rocks into Jared. It’s awesome like this, all three of them connected in some way; the most holy of trinities.

Jensen’s hand is in his hair and Danneel’s breath is hot against his shoulder blades, and as Jared comes again, for the third time that night, he can’t think of a better way to spend his 30th birthday.

[expectative.livejournal.com]

Mine To Give Away - Jared, Jensen and Danneel have fun in their new giant shower :D

[tebtosca.livejournal.com]

Jensen/Danneel/Jared--shower sex 1/2

(warning for double penetration)

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“Stop making out and come look at our epic shower!” Jared calls from behind the glass.

“Hold your horses,” Danneel calls back, as Jensen’s kisses her belly while helping pull off her lace thong.

“I’m gonna start without you,” Jared sing-songs.

“He totally would, too,” Jensen laughs, rolling his eyes as he maneuvers her towards the shower.

“Well damn,” Danneel exclaims when she sees just how big Jared’s pet project really is. He’s been harping on this gigantic poly-friendly shower for the Vancouver house for months, and tonight was the first time all three of them got a chance to use it.

“See!” Jared grins, reaching his huge wingspan out and not coming anywhere near touching the walls. His ridiculously cut body is bare and dripping with water, and Danneel bites her lip when she sees his cock is already half-hard.

“I’m a big boy,” Jared keeps going, expression falling far more predatory when he sees where her gaze is landing.

Danneel ignores Jensen snorting behind her and slides on over to Jared, reaching down to run her fingers lightly over his rapidly filling dick. “That you are, Padalecki.”

“I don’t know how you get any play with lines like that, man,” Jensen says, amused, but Danneel just winks at Jared and starts stroking.

“Don’t need play when I know this awesomely kinky couple to have shower sex with,” Jared replies, sticking his tongue out at Jensen quickly before leaning down to catch Danneel’s mouth in a deep, wet kiss. His big hands slide down her body and grasp firmly onto her ass.

Before she knows what’s happening, Jared is manhandling her over to the long bench installed in one side of the shower. He hops up onto it and pats his lap with a feral grin. Danneel is never one to turn down a challenge like that, so she climbs up on top of him and wraps her hands in the wet strands of his hair so she can pull his mouth back to hers.

“Well now you gotta fuck, if you’re gonna do that,” Jensen insists, and suddenly his hands are caressing down the length of her back. Her tits are pressed to the slickness of Jared’s chest, and she shivers from the combined touch.

“Yeah, c’mon, Jared, get that dick in me,” Danneel purrs into his ear, and she feels Jensen’s hand guiding Jared’s raw cock into her pussy, which is dripping in more ways than one. She and Jared don’t do it bare too often, but she’s on the Pill and they’ve been together long enough now to crave the intimacy of no latex every once and a while.

Danneel huffs a breath as the entire length of Jared fills her. It’s always so big, the first few thrusts stunning her into remembering just how good Jared can make her feel with that epic dick of his.

Water is pounding down onto Jensen from where he’s standing behind them, and it’s bouncing off of him and onto her neck as he wraps a hand in her hair and pulls her head back.

“Can you take us both, babe? Think you can handle it?” Jensen is murmuring to her and she can’t do anything but nod. Wants both of her men inside her, rubbing against her insides and each other. She knows it’ll be too much at first, too full, but the steam from the shower is loosening her muscles and Jared’s hands are bruising on her hips as Jensen kisses her swollen mouth.

[jodean80.livejournal.com]

Jared/Jensen/Danneel
Danneel goes to visit them in Vancouver after a very long time they were apart
There should be sex and schmoopiness too :)

[tebtosca.livejournal.com]

Jensen/Danneel/Jared

(lol sorry there is no sex in this one, but Jensen and Danneel just wanted to torture Jared :P)

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“He wants to kiss you so bad,” Jensen murmurs into Danneel’s mouth, trying as hard as he can not to bust out laughing. He grabs her by the back of the neck and pulls her into a deeper kiss for a moment before she can respond.

“Guys,” Jared whines from behind them. Jensen and Danneel break the kiss and turn to look at his face, which is contorted into the saddest, most put-upon puppy dog that ever graced the baggage claim at YVR. He holds up Danneel’s suitcase with a hopeful little pout.

Danneel slides her arms around Jensen’s neck and bats her eyelashes innocently at Jared. “I can’t help myself, Jay. I’ve missed my husband here so much while I’ve been gone, and I just want to stand here in the middle of the airport and make out with him for a while.”

Jensen barely holds in his guffaw at the look of sheer angst that overwhelms Jared’s face.

“Yeah, Jared, stop being rude. I haven’t seen my wife in over a month. You can’t even begin to understand how sad I’ve been,” Jensen insists, slipping his arms around Danneel’s waist and lifting her up onto her tippy toes to nibble at her jawline.

Jared makes a strange sort of huffing noise and drops the suitcase dramatically, before stomping off towards the car.

“He’s going to break your ass for that,” Danneel giggles, dropping a kiss on his nose.

“God, I hope so,” Jensen replies with a grin, grabbing his wife’s suitcase and heading off to make it up to their boyfriend.

[onehotmama199.livejournal.com]

Oh, oh,oh, Home Is Where The Hurt Is! It's one if my all time favorites and I just re-read last week. Okay, um, so a prompt? I would love to see anything about these two, but maybe something involving unexpectedly having a child. Maybe a friend or family member dies an no one else can/will take their child? Or even an older kid who's in trouble and the sheriff decides the boys can help him/her the best? Or, ya know, just anything you want to write. I love this version of the Js so much :)

[approachingnorm.livejournal.com]

I second this prompt. Although I need a HS timestamp from this story. You know you want to. You know you want to.

[deirdre-c.livejournal.com]

Send someone to love me ~ one of them (Jensen or Jared) starts writing erotica!

[tebtosca.livejournal.com]

(former)virgin!writer!Jensen/(former)hooker!now-writer!Jared :P
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“You need a pen name,” Jensen insists, wrapping his arms around Jared’s shoulders from behind and peering down onto the laptop balanced on his thighs.

Jared laughs and turns his head enough to land a quick kiss on Jensen’s neck. “I would only need one of those if I was actually planning on publishing it.”

“Why wouldn’t you publish it? I can talk to Misha for you,” Jensen offers, dropping little kisses along Jared’s temple. He’s never had this before, the freedom to openly love someone. The power of it still makes him heady sometimes.

Jared twists to look at him better, skeptical expression on his face. “You think Misha would want to help me get this stuff published? I mean, I just write this stuff for fun, to kill time when you are in your Nick St. James zone.”

“The news is telling me that ‘erotica’ is big right now, so why not? Add some whipping and you might even get a movie deal out of it,” Jensen suggests with a grin, and presses his mouth to Jared before he can finish guffawing.

They make out lazily for a few minutes, until they pull back, lips reddened and slick with spit. They press their foreheads together and just breathe. It’s been four months since Jared came and changed Jensen’s very existence. Neither of them remembered what life was like before.

“So!” Jared says, shaking his head, and looking back at the laptop. “I need a pen name to go along with my porn.”

“But it needs to be a female name.”

“Oh yes, no one knows the wonders of the prostate like a woman,” Jared replies with a grin.

“How about Joanna Beth Harvelle?” Jensen intones after thinking for a moment, waving his hand in the air for dramatic flourish.

“That sounds like the name of the matriarch of an oil ranch in Texas.”

“Meg Masters?”

“Sounds like someone from One Tree Hill.”

Jensen snickers, and swats Jared on the back of the head. “Shut up! Okay, so we need something sexier then.”

“I need a vixen name. Something that screams ‘you will read this porn and like it, dammit!’” Jared insists, looking contemplative.

“Bela.”

“Bela?”

“Yes, Bela Talbot.”

Jared thinks for a second and then grins wide and beautiful. “That is some classy shit right there, Jensen Ackles.”

“I wouldn’t let my man write kinky porn without a classy sheen.”

“Your man,” Jared murmurs, pausing and staring back at Jensen with soft, fond eyes.

Jensen feels his face heating up, the damn blush he still can’t help overwhelming him. He presses forward and add another kiss to Jared’s wide, warm mouth, just because he can.

“Always, Jared. Always.”

[heard_the_owl]

oohoohooh! TWINK!JENSEN FROM PORN VERSE. HIS FIRST TIME ON CAMERA? XD

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Twink!Jensen's first porno, co-starring Mr. JD Morgan :P

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The first big difference is the lights. It’s just so damn bright on set; nothing like the soothing dimness of JD’s bedroom or the back of the bar where they met.

“You okay there, kiddo?” that rumbly voice pulls him back to the present, and Jensen grins as he looks at JD spread out on the prop bed, back against the headboard, one hand lazily stroking his dick.

Jensen hmmms a little and crawls over to him, stroking his hand lightly over one of JD’s fuzzy thighs. He licks his lips and gets ready to go for the gold, when another voice interrupts his forward momentum.

“Not yet, boys. Save it for the camera,” the director—Eric? Something like that—tells them with amusement in his voice.
Jensen looks over at him and pouts. What fun is making porn if he can’t even suck a dick whenever he wants?

JD chuckles and brushes his free hand over Jensen’s hair fondly, tugging him up by the lips. “C’mere and give me a kiss instead.”

Jensen loves sucking cock like nothing else in the world, but kissing is almost as good, so he happily lets JD pull him up until their mouths are just barely touching. Jensen makes impatient little noises as he licks the seam of JD’s lips, but that just makes JD even more amused and he pulls back.

“C’mon, JD, let me,” Jensen pleads, not wanting to beg this early, but JD wouldn’t even fuck him up against the exposed brick in JD’s living room last night because “we don’t want that pretty skin marked up for your big day,” and Jensen has needs, alright?

“What do you want, sweetheart? Tell me, “ JD murmurs against Jensen’s mouth and Jensen uses that opening to slide his arms around JD’s neck, skinny body half-on and half-off of the man. Jensen can feel JD’s hand bumping up against him, as he continues to stroke himself hard.

Jensen lands little kitten licks to JD’s jawline, and breathes in cologne and testosterone. JD smells like man, and Jensen can’t get enough of it.

“Just wanna make you feel good,” Jensen whispers into JD’s ear, and the thump-thump of JD’s fist makes the heat in Jensen’s belly well up to dangerous levels.

“You’re already a pro there, Jen,” JD huffs a laugh, and Jensen smiles against the warm skin of his neck.

“Make them roll the camera already,” Jensen insists, voice soft and intimate, as he starts kissing down the line of hair on JD’s chest.

“Maybe one day when I’m the boss.”

Jensen’s cheek rubs against JD’s knuckles and he’s close enough now to breathe in the heady scent of his precome. “You’re always the boss, JD.”

JD laughs, but it’s rough. “Kid, I don’t think I’ve been the boss since the day I met you.”

Jensen looks up at him and bats his eyelashes as demurely as possible. JD’s eyes grow black with lust half-a-second before he rolls them at Jensen’s attempt at submissiveness.

Jensen grins and turns to director dude. Enough is enough already, damn.

Jensen Ackles is not a patient teenager.

“You better roll soon, because I’m going to suck this dick right now and I don’t really care whether or not you catch me doing it.”

Jensen closes his eyes when he gets his mouth around the crown, and moans just a little. Nothing better than the first taste.

“Shit. Roll the fucking camera!”

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woman, you know I've been telling you to write timestamps with almost all your fics! dig through your DMs.
What I'm in a mood for right now is Cindy! Cindy from "Don't fight that feeling". Cindy taking on Sebastian. and porn. lots of it.

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Cindy just wants to go get Brock drunk--is that so wrong?

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“Oh, you naughty, naughty girl,” Sebastian grins, standing at the end of the hallway with his arms crossed against his douchenecked chest.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Cindy tsks, fluffing up her hair. Shit, she’s going to have to brush the tangles out later because she must look like Jane of the Jungle right now.

“There is a practically teenaged boy turning bright crimson behind you, love. I think that says it all,” Sebastian snickers, and Cindy can almost feel Brock’s blush glowing onto her back.

“He’s totally overage,” Cindy says nonchalantly, before leaning to stage whisper over her shoulder. “You’re overage, right, babe?”

“I’m 26!” Brock squacks, vaguely indignant.

“Yeah, he’s 26,” Cindy repeats, and she’s this close to sticking her tongue out at Sebastian. She doesn’t though, because he would like it too much.

“I was 26 once,” Fred sighs, coming out of nowhere and propping his elbow onto Sebastian’s shoulder.

“Nonsense. You were born wrinkled and drunk, just like we like you,” Sebastian insists, patting him affectionately.

“Okay, fellas, I know this is how really gross VHS-only pornos start, but you two need to move so I can go get Brock drunk enough to let me teach him what ‘pegging’ means,” Cindy demands, grabbing a flabbergasted Brock by the hand and pushing the two old guys out of the way.

“Marry me!” Sebastian and Fred holler at the same time.

“Yeah, yeah, you wish, suckers,” Cindy hollers back, and winks reassuringly at Brock before the poor guy passes out in fear.

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Something in Manufacture a Miracle. Maybe Jensen and Jared are arguing over their big bangs again or new stories and then it leads to making out or sex or something. idk I just know I would love to read more in this verse =]

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Jared/Jensen--crack!

(I decided to go a little different with the prompt. Hope you like it anyway!)

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“I’m so excited!” Jared beams, clapping his hands with glee like a four-year-old.

Jensen rolls his eyes, but he does pull Jared in for a tiny little kiss. The season premiere is starting any second, and they’re all together in Jensen’s—no, Jensen and Jared’s apartment to watch.

Jared throws himself down on the couch, and drags Jensen down onto his lap. Jensen struggles for a second, just because, before relaxing back into him. This soulmate thing has taken a little bit of getting used to (not to mention that whole, living-with-another-human-being-thing) but lying back in Jared’s arms is pretty must the most comforting thing in Jensen’s world.

He’d never admit that to Jared, of course. The fucker has a big enough ego as it is.

“We better get a damn hug,” Genevieve grumbles from the nearby recliner.

Danneel snorts. “Seriously, almost half the pre-wank yesterday was about hug possibilities. I had to freeze a bunch of threads when Chad started trolling with gigantic pictures of dragons hugging each other. I’m totally going to ban that fucker.”

“You Sincest shippers are so strange. It’s like your precious brothers don’t love each other unless they’re clinging to each other co-dependent tree sloths,” Jensen says in his best snotty voice, and Jared bites his neck while Genevieve flips him off.

Danneel puts her finger to her chin and strikes her most faux-contemplative pose. “I don’t know, Jen. I’ve been thinking lately and Nick and Danny are kinda cute toget—“

“Don’t finish that sentence or I’m upgrading Kittens to best friend status.”

“One day you’re going to wind up tied to a radiator in his mother’s basement, and no one will be there to save you,” Danneel replies, throwing a tortilla chip at his forehead.

“Jared has to save me, or he’ll literally die,” Jensen smirks, as Jared nods sadly.

Genevieve starts waving her hands in the air when the guitars start screeching from the TV, signaling the beginning of a new season of “After Dawn Breaks.” All four of them bust out into applause when Tom Welling’s brooding face comes into view.

“Hug, hug, hug,” Jared starts chanting and Jensen smacks him with a pillow to shut him up.

Hug, hug, hug, Jensen thinks, picturing Rex pressing his face tenderly to Nick’s neck as Nick wraps loving arms around him.

He sighs. Just a little, though.


57 minutes later

“Rex wasn’t even in it for five fucking minutes,” Jensen pouts, crossing his arms over his chest and resisting Jared’s tugging at them.

“Put away the stopwatch, Jensen” Jared insists, beaming. The smug bastard.

“You are a wretched excuse for a human being.”

“But I’m your soulmate,” Jared practically yodels.

Jensen jumps up, smacking Jared’s hands away. “That’s it! I’m going to go write a fix-it coda before the newsletter posts for the night.”

“We said no writing porn when we have guests over, remember?” Jared says. Even smug...ier.

“They are not guests, they’re ungrateful interlopers who steal our food!”

“This guacamole is fantastic,” Genevieve raves through a mouthful of tortilla chips.

“Ooh, gimme some!” Danneel makes grabby hands.

“Can I give you a blowjob while you write, at least?” Jared says hopefully, ignoring Danneel’s wolf-whistle.

“How am I supposed to concentrate when you’re doing that?” Jensen asks, rolling his eyes.

“He’s just trying to distract you so he can find/replace Danny for Rex,” Genevieve stage whispers, and Jared moves to smother her with his gigantic body.

Jensen gasps. “You wouldn’t!”

“Oh, he would,” Genevieve insists, but her voice is muffled from where Jared’s forearm is pressed over her face.

“I can’t believe I’m soul-bonded to an asshole who would besmirch my good name with incest,” Jensen grumbles, before dragging Jared off of Genevieve and pulling him towards the bedroom.

“I’m starting a thread about this!” Danneels calls out, just as Jensen slams the door shut.

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Oh and another installment of Tender young confusion! I'd be happy with anything more porn when they get to Jared's place - but from Jensen's point of view - how new and electric and uncomfortable and exhilarating it all is and how he really can't get enough... or plot wise - how he was dared to get into the bar, how it was a set up by some jerks who wanted to have an excuse to beat him up for being "gay magnet" - your choice!

[tebtosca.livejournal.com]

someone else prompted the same thing, bb, so check it out HERE (http://tebtosca.livejournal.com/60654.html?thread=1035502#t1035502)

<333

[saltandburnboys.livejournal.com]

I'd pretty much read any timestamp of yours but...

I would love to read a timestamp to 'Scratch that Itch' where Jared totally alphas out! Totally one of my fav 'heat' fics!

Please and thank you! Lol!

:-)

xx

[firesign10.livejournal.com]

Oh! Apparently I just seconded that further down the comment list LOL!!

[approachingnorm.livejournal.com]

Okay, my prompt is for Home is Where the Hurt is. First because I love Librarian Jensen. He is my favorite. So I have a request for a HS prompt from this story, especially if it includes Cindy and a pining Jensen/Jared.

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Jensen/Jared, the HS years, 1/2

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“What the hell happened to you?” Jensen demands as Cindy stumbles into class, holding a leaking bag of ice up to her eye.

“Matt Cohen,” she mumbles, dropping down into the seat next to his and dumping her backpack on the ground.

Jensen looks at her, aghast. He’s more the shy-skinny-book-reader type of guy, but he’s willing to defend his best friend’s honor if he has to.

Cindy must see his rising indignation, because she rolls her eyes and then winces at the movement. “At ease, Captain America, Matt didn’t beat me up. I was blowing him behind the bleachers and he kneed me in the face when my braces nicked his dick.”

Jensen instinctively grabs his own package, in sympathy pain. Danneel chooses that moment to walk in, and wiggles her eyebrows at where his hand is.

“Jeez, Cin, did you do it again? You need to learn to tuck your lips around those things,” Danneel snickers, bumping Jensen with her elbow just to be a brat.

“So this is a thing that happens often? Thank god I’m a gay virgin,” Jensen says, and then blushes straight to the roots of his hair when Genevieve Cortese glances over her shoulder at him from a few rows up and bats her stupidly perfect eyelashes knowingly.

Jensen slides down farther into his seat and prays to Jesus that a person can’t die from embarrassment alone. Like he needs any more reasons to hate his life.

“Children,” Ms. Rhodes welcomes them from the front of the class, looking at them like she knows they are up to no good already.

“Morning, Ms. Rhodes,” Cindy and Danneel sing-song in unison, and that gets a few snicker out of Tommy and Rosey in the back row.

A loud noise comes from behind them as all six feet of gangly Jared Padalecki stumbles in. He knocks over Tommy’s notebook and endures a good-natured “watch it, Stretch!” before mumbling his apologies to Ms. Rhodes for being late and dropping down next to Genevieve.

Jensen tries not to watch Jared make googly-eyes at Genevieve, but he fails miserably, like every single day of his rotten existence.

“Mr. Padalecki, you better have a good reason for being late,” Ms. Rhodes scolds, but there’s no heat behind it because everyone loves stupid Jared.

“I was helping my Pa birth a calf this morning, ma’am. It won’t happen again,” Jared replies, batting those big eyes, dimples in full bloom.

Ms. Rhodes smiles softly, as the whole class “awws” and Genevieve turns to beam at him.

“Asshole,” Jensen mumbles under his breath.

Jared turns around and looks at him then, and Jensen’s face burns. He didn’t think he said it that loud, but Jared’s looking at him with this hurt little expression and, fuck it, today sucks.

“Hope you washed your hands, Paddywack!” Cindy yells out, thankfully breaking the tension. She attempts a smile, but manages an “ow” instead.

“Even scrubbed behind my ears, Sampson,” Jared replies, sticking his tongue out at her.

“You’re a dirty boy, Paddywack, it’ll take a lot more than that,” Cindy replies, and Jared grins wide.

“Miss Sampson, Mr. Padalecki, if you’re done flirting now, I’d like to pretend to teach you something,” Ms. Rhodes deadpans, and stupid Jared doesn’t even have the decency to blush.

Jensen does, however. Blush, that is.

Fucking stupid pale skin.

They somehow get through the hour with only minimal interruptions, and when the bell rings, Jensen throws himself towards the door. Jared’s not in his next class, and Jensen needs the break from all the damn feelings inside of him.

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I DON'T KNOW IF YOU ARE ALLOWED TO ADD TO A VERSE WITHOUT YOUR CO-WRITER BUT IF YES, PLS TO TELL ME MOAR ABOUT NON-AU J2'S EPIC LOVE NOW, THANKS.

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Jensen gets jealous while filming "The French Mistake" 1/2

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“This is almost as badly done as the Winchester family Christmas portrait,” Jared says, laughing as he hands Gen their framed “wedding” picture from the mantel. They photoshopped a foofy pink wedding dress onto her and then pasted her onto a rather startled looking alpaca.

She takes the frame and scrunches her nose up in amusement. “Where did they even get this picture of me? I look drunk and I’m holding up a peace sign like a Japanese tourist.”

“You were probably drunk because you were getting married to a douchebag actor while sitting on an alpaca.”

“Touché.”

Jared laughs again, and takes the frame back from her, resetting it on the mantle before Jerry comes over to yell at him for messing with his set decoration. “You’re a really good sport for coming back to shoot this episode.”

Gen shrugs, looking up at him with a smirk. “It has its perks.”

“Oh, yeah?”

Gen’s smirk grows. “Yeah, a paycheck, for starters. I get to wear a hot dress. Hang out with my buddies.” She glances quickly to the corner of the set, and Jared follows her gaze. Jensen is standing there, trying to look nonchalant by looking down at his phone, but he’s failing miserably.

“And I get to torment Jensen,” she finishes with a wink.

Jared tries not to laugh, but she looks too gleeful to resist. “You’re terrible, and Jensen is totally not tormented.”

“Dude, he is seething with rage right now,” Gen insists, and Jared has to put his hand over his mouth to keep himself from guffawing. He glances quickly over at Jensen, who has abandoned his phone and is staring at the two of them like they are going to start fucking right on the set.

“He’s adorable when he’s jealous, right?” Jared says with a grin, and Gen rolls her eyes.

“You are so whipped, Padalecki.”

He bends down and smacks a kiss to her cheek. He knows he’s being an jerk, but he has a million different delicious ways to make it up to Jensen, so he goes with it.

“Get outta here,” she says, pushing him over towards his boyfriend.

A minute later, Jared is standing in front of Jensen, giving him his best innocent expression.

“How’s Gen?” Jensen asks, voice completely void of emotion. “She’s looking well. Nice dress.”

Jared makes it about twenty seconds before he busts up laughing. “Oh my god, you are jealous.”

Jensen’s face immediately flushes red and Jared’s momentarily worried that he might punch him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You’re jealous, Jensen Ackles, and it’s so fucking cute.”

“I’m not cute.”

“You are the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Stop calling me cute.”

“Cute, cute, cute.”

Jensen pushes him and huffs. “That’s it—I’m breaking up with you.”

“You’re too cute to break up with me.” Jared beams at him, because Jensen is jealous because Jensen loves him and that is much too wonderful to ignore.

Jensen spins on his booted heels and stomps away to his trailer. Jared follows him quickly and manages to get a hand in before Jensen can slam the door in his face. Jensen growls at him, but doesn’t kick him out, choosing to ignore Jared instead and flopping down on the couch in order to pointedly not look at him.

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I just really love the The Trouble With You boys - I'd love to see how they make life together work now that they're together and if Jared still makes Jensen crazy

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Jared and Jensen buy a Christmas tree

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“This is totally your fault,” Jensen hisses. His breath puffs up in the air in front of him and he gets even madder because of it.

“What’s my fault?” Jared asks, completely nonchalant, as he wanders aimlessly through the lot looking at Christmas trees.

“It was your bright idea to get our families together for Thanksgiving, and if you hadn’t done that, then our parents wouldn’t have bonded and decided to take a cruise together instead of staying home and doing important things like baking us Christmas cookies to be eaten in front of a fire.” Jensen shivers. “A warm fire. Warm. Opposite of cold.”

Jared goes over to one gigantic tree—seriously, it’s bigger than their living room—and does some sort of shaking motion that makes sense only to him. “So, let me get this straight, you are mad at me because our parents get along well enough to go on vacation together.”

Jensen huffs. It doesn’t sound quite as, well, egregious when Jared says it like that.

“I’m saying you suck.”

Jared finally looks at him, but only to wink. “And how.”

Asshole.

“This is serious you know. I mean, if we break up now than it’s going to affect the dynamic of both of our entire families,” Jensen tries a new tactic, fussing with his gloves because it gives him something to concentrate on.

Suddenly, Jared is right up in his face, his usually ridiculously happy mouth tilted down into a very un-Jared-like frown. “You want to break up?”

“What?” Jensen says, panicked. His voice might be a little higher pitched than usual. “No! I mean, do you want to break up?”

“You’re the one who brought it up.”

“Well, yes, but that doesn’t mean that I meant it!”

“So, then you don’t want to break up?”

“No, of course not!”

“And our families getting along is a good thing, right?”

“Yes, of course it is, it’s wonderful.”

“Good, glad we agree then.”

Jensen doesn’t even realize how the worm has turned until Jared’s stupid grin is back on his stupid face.

“You still suck,” Jensen growls, squinting in what he hopes is a threatening manner.

Jared leans down and smacks a loud kiss to Jensen’s freezing mouth. “What about this tree over here?”

“It’s at least seven inches too big for the living room,” Jensen grumbles, but he rubs his fingers over his lips to keep in the warmth of Jared’s touch.

“We’ll take it,” Jared calls out to the tree seller.

“Why do I bother?” Jensen huffs again.

Jared turns to him and smiles. A smaller one, just for him. “Because you love me.”

[saltandbyrne.livejournal.com]

*raises hand*
Take Your Body Downtown. They can definitely, definitely do it again. :D Yay!

[tebtosca.livejournal.com]

Jensen's turn to explore Jared's body 1/2

(Warning for underage)
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Jensen’s pressing his face into the warmth of Jared’s neck, and can feel it when he speaks.

“Hey Jen? Maybe we can try it the other way some time.”

Jensen’s so hazy from the four—seriously, four, how awesome is that?—orgasms that he’s had that he can barely understand what Jared’s talking about.

“Wah?” Jensen asks, throat scratchy from the rather epic blowjob he gave his boyfriend between orgasms two and three.

“I mean, you look like you’re having a good time, so it must feel amazing, right?”

Jensen pulls his head up and squints one eye open. Jared looks a little nervous, and his cheeks are flushed. “What feels amazing?”

Jared looks embarrassed, but his arms are still tight around Jensen, so it’s okay. “Um, getting fingered, fucked. Whatever. Nevermind.”

Jensen’s definitely awake now, and he leans back just enough to prop himself up on one elbow to look at his boyfriend. “You want to bottom?”

Jared swallows and gives a tiny nod. “I mean, not all the time, I mean, god, I love being inside you more than anything, seriously, but I just wanna try it, maybe? Just so I know what it feels like for you.”

Jensen looks at him for a second. He’s a tiny bit torn—his dick is getting hard (again? how?) at the thought of being inside Jared, but there is nothing like the feeling of Jared’s cock inside of him, fucking him so perfectly. But if Jared is brave enough to ask for it, than he needs to be rewarded. Jensen knows he’s a goner; there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for his boy.

Jensen makes the decision quickly after that, leaning down to kiss Jared softly on the mouth. “Well,duh, of course I’ll stick some fingers up that hot little Padalecki ass of yours.”

“You’re so gross,” Jared giggles, biting Jensen’s lower lip when he tries to grin at him.

“You want my fucking monster cock, Jay, don’t even deny it.”

“Oh yeah, that’s totally what I meant, Jen,” Jared replies sarcastically, but Jensen is already pushing him onto his back and crawling down the length of his body.

They’ve only been doing the sex thing for a few months, but it’s already as easy and comfortable as anything else in their friendship. Jensen and Jared get each other; it’s kismet and shit. Jensen knows that he’ll love Jared forever, even though he’ll never say anything as totally corny as that because Jared would never let him live it down.

Bad enough their moms looked at each other like they were already planning the wedding when he and Jared told their parents about being boyfriends. They probably wouldn’t have been so thrilled if they knew about the fucking-like-bunnies thing, but pretty much everyone in their lives knew that Jared-and-Jensen were always going to be inevitable.

Jensen settles himself between Jared’s legs. It’s a familiar spot since Jensen figured out quick that he loved sucking cock. Jared definitely doesn’t mind it either, judging by the breathy little noises he makes when Jensen licks the right spot.

Jared’s legs fall wider apart and Jensen takes a deep breath when Jared cocks his hips enough to give him a perfect view of his hole. It’s perfectly pink, tiny and furled and untouched. Jensen knows that Jared’s never played around with himself before, since they tell each other everything now. Jensen thinks maybe Jared was waiting to give the first touch to him, and it makes him ghost his thumb over the muscle with a sense of awe.

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Oh, PLEASE - a timestamp to Scratch that Itch?? Jared finally peaks himself, becoming an alpha, and they have his knot to celebrate with? *bats eyes*

Girl, I read your fic list before, and just reading the summaries now? I'mma going to need to read it all again...

[tebtosca.livejournal.com]

LOL great minds must think alike, because that is already on my list! Did you want to prompt something else, bb?

And yesssss go re-read my whole masterlist :P

[mizface.livejournal.com]

Talking Through a Different Face, please. That 'verse is very happy-making for me :)

How about something that takes place when Chris and Jensen were young (how long they'd known each other, and whether or not Chris had Jensen's abilities figured out, is of course entirely up to you)?

Thank you so much!

[tebtosca.livejournal.com]

Jensen and Chris friendship, teen years

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“Jensen,” Mrs. Kane says softly. Jensen looks up sharply and takes in her red, puffy eyes.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. K, please don’t send me back,” Jensen says pleadingly, voice breaking. His hands are shaking in his lap, and the only thing he can think of on a loop is the memory of Chris’ leg breaking .

A look of something that too-closely resembles pity crosses her face and she opens her arms out to him.

Jensen’s lived with the Kane family for nine months, two weeks, and three days, and has never let this decent, loving woman hug him.

With a sob, he pitches forward and falls into her arms.

***

“This is some good shit, man,” Chris mumbles with a grin, pressing the button to release the morphine several times in a row.

Jensen scratches his neck, not knowing what to say really. He’s sitting next to Chris’ hospital bed, and he knows that it would be so easy to just reach out and put his hand on that broken bone. All the pain, all the hurt, gone like a forgotten memory.

Chris has never been one to let one-sided conversation with Jensen bother him, and stoned Chris was even more boisterous.

“Did you see the way I hit that tree? That was badass, man, you can’t deny it.”

Jensen’s fingers twitch, and he puts them between his bony knees and holds them tight.

“It was like—CRACK! Think I’m gonna have a scar? Damn, I hope I have a cool scar.”

Jensen doesn’t have any scars. His skin is as smooth and unblemished as the day he was born.

He itches his wrists at the phantom pain.

“Although I can’t believe I puked on myself, but you gotta admit that bone sticking out was kind of gross.”

Jensen can’t take it anymore. “Just shut up, Chris, shut up!”

Chris blinks a few times, hazy eyes not quite understanding what was happening. “What’s wrong, Jen? You’re not the one with the broken leg.”

Jensen presses the meat of his palms to his eyes. Pictures the way his own side was shredded open, muscle and the fire of viscera. Pictures the way his skin stitched itself up again before Mr. Kane could even get the EMTs to check him out.

Jensen, are you bleeding, son? Jensen, are you hurt, too? Tell me, boy, let us help you.

“No,” he had said. All of Jensen’s wounds are on the inside and no one can help him.

“I could touch you right now, Chris. One touch and I could fix you right up, brand new,” Jensen tells him, voice a mere whisper that Chris has to gingerly lean over to hear.

Chris’ eyes clear slightly and realization hits. Jensen thinks he probably forgot about his ability in all the excitement and adrenaline.

“But you won’t, right, Jen? You can’t,” Chris replies. There is no judgment in his voice, no recrimination or desperation to end his own suffering. Just pure understanding, and Jensen wants nothing more than to grab onto that broken bone and stitch it back together with the sheer power of his gratitude.

Jensen doesn’t respond, but he doesn’t have to. His shoulders shake.

“It’s okay, Jen,” Chris says sleepily, closing his eyes and clicking the button a few more times. “You’re still my buddy.”

Jensen cries silently as Chris finally sleeps.

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"Tender Young Confusion" please. What happens after they leave the bar. Maybe Jared feels bad for taking someones virginity in a not so concensual way and makes it up to Jensen.

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Jared/Jensen....back at Jared's apartment

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“What are you doing?” Jensen pants, as Jared lifts him up like a ragdoll and lays him down across the butcher block table in his kitchen.

“You’re looking good enough to eat, Jen,” Jared replies with a feral smile, and Jensen closes his eyes when his head knocks back against the wood.

This is insane, Jensen thinks. Ridiculous, fucked-up, totally not real whatsoever, and awesome.

Jared’s pulls Jensen’s shirt over his head, but leaves his wrists tangled in it. Jensen’s heart is beating out of control, survival instincts telling him to get the fuck out there warring with just how hard is dick is getting at even the idea of this stranger having control over him.

“So sweet, baby, so pretty with all these freckles,” Jared murmurs, mouth tracing over the line of Jensen’s abs, his tongue sneaking out to ghost the circle of his bellybutton.

“Jared, please,” Jensen says, and he doesn’t know what he wants exactly, but knows that he needs Jared to give it to him.

“Yeah,” Jared replies simply, pulling off of him to go get something out of a nearby cabinet. Jensen feels cold suddenly, the loss of Jared’s body heat making him momentarily bereft.

Luckily, Jared’s not gone for long, and returns with a half empty bottle of patron that he then proceeds to pour over Jensen’s skin.

Jensen hisses as the liquor splashes down on him, and then does it again when Jared’s tongue follows. Jared’s teeth are tugging on Jensen’s sensitive nipples, wetting them with saliva and booze and sweat.

“Oh god,” Jensen cries out when Jared’s lips leave his body with a popping sound, and he’s suddenly on the other side of the table leaning over Jensen, his denim-covered erection pressing against Jensen’s face.

The sound of the zipper is like a gunshot and Jensen moans and closes his eyes again.

“You want it so bad, baby, don’t you? Want my cock in that pretty mouth,” Jared coos.

If you had asked Jensen at the beginning of this evening if he would be lying half naked across a strange man’s kitchen table covered in tequila while getting a dick shoved down his throat, he would have called you crazy.

Now, though? Jensen opens his mouth as wide as he can and tries to remember to breathe.

“That’s a good boy, such a fucking good boy,” Jared murmurs, pulling out his cock and rubbing it along the planes of Jensen’s face before pressing just the head against Jensen’s tongue.

Jensen coughs; can’t help it. Jared just chuckles, and reaches over to rub his big thumb over Jensen’s sore nipples. He waits half a beat and tries again, feeding his cock into Jensen’s mouth a few inches at a time. Jensen tries to relax, lets the heat and the smell overcome the fact that he’s freaking the fuck out.

“That’s right, look at that. Taking it so good, baby,” Jared says approvingly, and an involuntary thrill shoots down Jensen’s spine. Jared’s rocking his dick in and out, letting it slide along Jensen’s tongue and just barely brushing the edges of his throat.

Suddenly, Jared thrusts forward once, and then twice, and the pulls out with a pop before Jensen passes out from lack of oxygen. The blood is rushing to Jensen’s face, and his nipples are tingling, and his dick is pressed against the seam of his pants like it wants to jump out and fist-fight someone.

Jared, on the other hand, just pulls Jensen to his feet and presses a firm kiss to Jensen’s mouth before grinning.

“C’mon, pretty boy. I promised to fuck you in my bed, and I’m a man of my word.”

Jensen’s legs almost give out on him, but luckily Jared is there to catch him.

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Jensen and Jared and the big coming out

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“It’s a big freaking deal, Jen.”

Jensen smiles and rubs his knuckles across Jared’s cheek. “You’re cute when you’re all concerned.”

Jared smacks his hand away but smiles just a little bit. “C’mon, you know what I’m saying. I know we don’t really hide anything, and I’ll love you forever for that, but this is practically announcing it on the cover of People.”

Jensen chuckles and climbs over until he’s straddling Jared’s lap. His boyfriend is usually more persuadable when he’s being fondled. “Would you rather I announce it on the cover of People?”

Jared’s cheeks turn the most adorable shade of pink, and Jensen can’t resist dropping down to press a chaste kiss to his mouth.

“I’m just worried that afterwards you’ll think it wasn’t worth it,” Jared’s eyes glance downwards, and his bangs fall in his face. “That I’m not worth it.”

Oh, no way is Jensen letting his boy think like this. He grips Jared’s head and pulls his face up to his own. “How long have we been together, Jay?”

Jared looks a little startled by the fierceness in Jensen’s voice. “One year, two months, one week, and four days.”

“And fifty-seven minutes,” Jensen continues.

“You don’t know that,” Jared insists, but he’s blushing and laughing again, and Jensen pulls him into a real kiss that leaves them both breathless.

Jensen pulls back after a minute. “When have I ever made you feel like every single second of that one year, two months, one week, four days, and fifty-seven, no fifty-eight, minutes wasn’t worth it?”

Jared stares back at him with what could only be termed adoration, as cheesy as that is. “Never. Not even when you found out that I wrote poorly-disguised fanfiction about us for my senior English midterm.”

Jensen laughs happily and kisses him again. “You’re lucky Ms. Gamble had a good sense of humor about that.”

“I think she thought it was hot,” Jared giggles.

“Well, duh, look at us,” Jensen agrees with an exaggerated eyeroll.

“Yes,” Jared says finally, after a beat.

“Yes?” Jensen repeats hopefully.

“Yes, Jensen Ackles, I will star as the love interest in your new music video, and frolic in the flowers with you, and wear a mesh shirt with you, and make out with you so the whole world knows what a big ol’ homo you are.”

Jensen grins. “Lets make a statement, baby.”