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11 August 2011 @ 07:21 pm
So ... if I were to do the timestamp meme, which I haven't done since Heroes fandom, would their be any requests?

(The timestamp meme is as follows: You give me a fic of mine and a date before/after it takes place - I write a snippet of a prequel/sequel/what-happens-next fic. So you could ask for, say, 1-year-later after Tale as Old as Time - or 20 years before the Baking Angel, when John comes into the bakeshop - that sort of thing.)

Juuuuuust curious :)
a gateway drugobstinatrix on August 11th, 2011 11:26 pm (UTC)
Um. Can I request a timestamp for our Godstiel fic? Or would that be cheating? ;)

Hypothetically, I'd ask for three months later. Hypothetically.
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on August 12th, 2011 12:53 am (UTC)
I actually have a idea for this but it would hypothetically take some time!!! XDDDD
Tiptoe39: team free willtiptoe39 on August 12th, 2011 03:29 pm (UTC)
dark fic is dark!
Three months have passed. Three months, and Castiel has continued his reign, continued his chokehold on the minds and hearts of the Winchester brothers. Not directly, as he did in that first, beautiful, excruciating moment of coming together, but he has held them as his consorts, kept them broken. And yes, he's allowed them to come together, because his realization from that first meeting is still valid -- they are themselves when they are together -- they're no longer broken shells.

And they have not complained. Just as Castiel had thought, they have come together and come to him willingly. They have lavished reverent affection on him for his generosity in bringing them together again. And they have shared themselves with him in every way, every combination, their bodies open and wide with acceptance of everything he is. Castiel has faith in them. They are his, body and soul.

They ask him for nothing. They do not demand freedom or more time together. But when he leads them in -- sometimes to his throne room, sometimes to elaborate pleasure chambers he has constructed for them -- they gravitate toward each other, big arms outstretched, hands gripping the sharp angle of a jaw, lips coming down on lips with fevered want. Sometimes Castiel just watches, just lets them play, like a pair of wild animals locked in a tussle of love and power. Dean parts Sam's legs and dives between them, mouth wild and pliant at work. Sam flips Dean over and plows into him in fierce, jabbing strokes. They mutter words Castiel doesn't need or care to hear. He must allow them their secrets to keep them happy, after all.

And they seem so very, very happy. When they approach him, they work in quick synchronicity, smiling at each other as they cover Castiel's body with reverent touches. It's a paradise Castiel has only ever dreamed of, and he is vindicated. He, as God, has brought heaven home.

And then, once, Dean's lips leave his and bright eyes blaze at him as a smile curls upward into a smirk.

And heaven is brought down to hell.

Castiel can't move, is bound to his throne, human body and god's soul and a thousand million monsters within him all locked in place.

"You son of a bitch," Dean murmurs, and leans in to bite his bottom lip. "What do you think we've been doing with you this whole time? and if you say making love, I'm gonna throw up."

Sam's fingernails trace upward on his arms. "We should thank you, Cas," he says, voice smooth. "You gave us all the time and space we needed to plot against you. Or did you think we were just whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears?"

"Every time we touched you," Dean whispered. "Blood under our fingernails. Every binding spell we know, every sigil you ever taught us. Every time you fucked us, we were screwing you right back."

"You--" Castiel manages to move his mouth. Briefly. "I brought you together, I was the one who gave you the freedom to--"

Dean's fingers interlace with Sam's briefly on the frozen ice-white of Castiel's skin. "You did," Sam says. "We owe you thanks for that."

"Now it's time for you to think about what you owe us back" Dean hisses in his ear. He and Sam get up. Their chains fall from them, useless; they leave the room, leave him there frozen, alone, to wonder and fear.
a gateway drugobstinatrix on August 12th, 2011 03:35 pm (UTC)
Re: dark fic is dark!

Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on August 12th, 2011 03:43 pm (UTC)
Re: dark fic is dark!
:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD they are sneaky boyz. and don't worry they'll totally come back for cas once he's learned his lesson...

no, no they won't. fuuuck. why did i write this fio? what kind of cas fan am i? gonna cry now XD
Kevin Jonesmulder200 on August 11th, 2011 11:26 pm (UTC)
Blame It On The Booze-Graduation Day
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on August 12th, 2011 12:54 am (UTC)
Whose graduation? Cas is older than Dean :D
Kevin Jonesmulder200 on August 12th, 2011 01:33 am (UTC)
H. How about Cas then.
Tiptoe39: dean winkstiptoe39 on August 12th, 2011 05:41 pm (UTC)
dirty couple!!
Dean wraps his arms around the black column of the robe. "You look fucking fantastic," he murmurs in Castiel's ear.

Castiel scowls into the mirror. "I look like Lord Voldemort."

"Cut that shit out." Dean nips at his earlobe. "Or I'm gonna make sure your wand's peeking out through the whole ceremony." One hand rolls down Castiel's back, dives between his ass cheeks and pokes teasingly.

"Dean..." Castiel groans. "My parents are going to be there."

"Who'd you rather be thinking about? Them or me?" Dean grips Castiel's hips. "I have an idea. Go naked under that robe. Or wear those kickass black boxers and nothing else."

Castiel reaches back to grab Dean's hair in one strong clutching hand. "Fuck," he groans, "I'm going to have to make you fuck me before we go."

"Sweet victory." Dean leans forward; Castiel meets him halfway and they kiss, lips catching and holding. Castiel's teeth bit into Dean's lips, and he sucked hard, demanding.

Dean broke off, covering his mouth with a palm. "You're gonna leave a mark. I'm supposed to meet your parents today, remember?"

"Shut up and get the lube," Castiel orders, and damn if he doesn't turn out to be naked underneath that robe after all.
Kevin Jonesmulder200 on August 13th, 2011 03:40 am (UTC)
Re: dirty couple!!
Mm. They are one kinky, naughty couple. Yummy!
aerilexaerilex on August 12th, 2011 12:52 am (UTC)
Um, crap. Just one? The Dean and Cas one with the gas station and the motorcycle?
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on August 12th, 2011 12:54 am (UTC)
what would be the timestamp for it? :)
aerilexaerilex on August 12th, 2011 12:55 am (UTC)
Oh, oh! Sorry, still bleary-eyed. Um. Say, six months after?
Tiptoe39: dean/cas kisstiptoe39 on August 12th, 2011 06:51 pm (UTC)
Dean's out of the shower with his arms wrapped tight around Castiel's shoulders, and he's dripping on the floor and giving Castiel goosebumps and Castiel doesn't give a damn. Dean's here. With weeks between each visit, the days drag on and on, and an empty house seems less and less like a haven every day. But when Dean's here, comfort and cleanliness don't matter. What matters is the warm press of his skin, cold water drops notwithstanding, and the breath against his ear as Castiel fights off the shiver and types away.

Dean recites the words of the dialogue that's forming on the screen, whispering them in Castiel's ear in that guttural voice of his. Castiel can see the face of his villain in the book, the biker with the beautiful face and the devil horns that only the Angel Detective can see.

They call you an angel, but how angelic are you really? I've seen the way you look at that girl, the way your flesh calls to her. Can you really tell me, that if you didn't feel the wrath of heaven calling you, that you wouldn't do all the violence in the world to that pretty body?

Dean breaks character. "I don't want to say something like that."

"It's not you. It's a sadistic, murdering demon."

"But it's based on me." Dean's stiff, and Castiel sighs and turns from his laptop to lay a hand on Dean's face. "I'm being stupid again?"

"No, you're having the precise reaction I'm trying to evoke. Utter revulsion. Of course you don't want to be this man, he's the villain."

"But aren't villains better when they're a little sympathetic?"

"Now you're thinking too hard." Castiel gets up, pushes Dean backward and presses his face into Dean's shoulder. "You still smell like dust."

"I just showered!" Dean's fingers come up to cradle the back of Cas' neck.

"I should have come with you." Castiel licks Dean's neck. "Made sure you did it right."

"Neat freak--" but then he's falling backward onto the bed, Castiel falling on top of him, and there's no room to speak or lecture or berate beneath the barrage of kisses that ensues, the sweet leisurely sweep of tongue against tongue and the warm lock of thighs around waist. They groan, low and ragged, and move together within the island of time and space that they've created here together.

aerilexaerilex on August 12th, 2011 07:00 pm (UTC)
Epic <3 They must go through so many showers...
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on August 12th, 2011 07:01 pm (UTC)
hey, it's VERY dusty around there :P
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Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on August 12th, 2011 07:07 pm (UTC)
you're awesome! *smishes*
Kevin Jonesmulder200 on August 13th, 2011 03:44 am (UTC)
Book roleplay. Nice! And I agree with Dean. Sympathetic villains are much more interesting.

And I hate to see their water bill. LOL!
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Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on August 12th, 2011 08:32 pm (UTC)
sweet revenge
This is how Jensen gets his revenge.

It starts with an old-style kidnapping. Misha gets in his car; Jensen's behind the wheel instead of his usual driver; Misha feigns shock and settles back for a hell of a drive. A hell of a drive because Misha sits in the back seat of his car, and Jensen talks the whole way home.

"So Misha," he says, "I was thinking about what you said earlier about how I love it when you bite my nipples. You know, you're right, but do you know what I love even more? I love the taste of you when I lick you open."

Misha gulps, and Jensen can see in the mirror how his hand tightens on the seat's vinyl. Their eyes meet through the reflection; Jensen winks and goes on.

"Yeah, I'm thinking I'll lean you over your bed, make you grab onto the headboard, and then work my way down your back nice and slow, lick your hips, start massaging your thighs, sliding them apart, you know."

"God damn," Misha whispers, and now the mirror's showing Jensen a lump in his pants, but he knows not to touch, or Jensen will shut up, and torture as this ride is, it'd be more torture to stop now.

"Yeah, then when I start licking, right at your hole? Just around it a few times?" Jensen wiggles his finger in the air, a demonstration, and Misha keeps trying to swallow, and his eyes are blue and big, and Jensen's sporting a hell of a hard-on now too, and his foot comes down harder on the gas.

They get where they're going and the minute the outside world is shut behind them they're all hands, Misha working up beneath Jensen's shirt and Jensen holding fast to Misha's hips. They swap vicious, biting little kisses, like bee stings, and they buzz like bees too, fumbling their way up the stairs and into the bedroom each trying to grab more, take more of the other, pull out one more moan.

Misha bites at Jensen's nipples, just as he promised. Jensen flips him over and slides down his body, lavishing him with strokes of wet tongue, just as he promised. And then they melt into each other in gasping, rutting unison, holding on tight, savoring the payoff from a full day of teasing. It has been so worth the wait.
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Tiptoe39: zomg hawttiptoe39 on August 12th, 2011 08:42 pm (UTC)
Re: sweet revenge
God, me NEITHER. fuuuuuuu. *incinerates*
Thanks for letting me play with dirty boys some more! <3
Kevin Jonesmulder200 on August 13th, 2011 03:49 am (UTC)
Re: sweet revenge
Oh Fuck! That was so hot!