Okay, so I need to kick-start my muse a bit today. I'll be writing on and off (hopefully) and would love a few prompts to get me going! :)
So I'm posting this meme that's been going around my friends list, with a slight modification.
1) Give me a pairing
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Dean crosses the room to him in two swift strides, crouches down in front of him, grabs him by the throat and hauls him up, pushing him back against the dirty vinyl booth behind him - the First Blade in his free hand making Crowley shiver, eyes wide with fear, as it brushes his cheek.
“You don’t call the shots around here.” Dean uses the Blade to tip Crowley’s head back and chuckles when he flinches; he rises to his feet, the Blade still teasing Crowley’s throat, his free hand reaching for his zipper, a soft, cruel smile on his lips. “But you’re gonna get up on your knees… and show them who does."
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May we give more than one prompt?
For now, how's about something you'd never expect from me. *g*
Alistair/Dean - dark
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Alistair laughs as Dean drags the blade across his stomach, and a deep, cold ache settles in his gut, because he knows - this moment isn’t his victory after all; because with every twist of the blade, every searing splash of holy water, Alistair smiles, admiring - glorying in the highlight of his creation, this “new animal” he’s made of a once Righteous Man.
There’s triumph in those cruel eyes, and despite his cold mask, Dean feels broken and small inside - and knows with sinking heart that he’s finally, utterly lost.
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Behind the expensive tailored suits, the arrogant smirks and caustic, biting words designed to goad her into retaliation, into punishing him, making it hurt 'til he can't take any more - she can clearly see that what he really craves is the reassurance that she'll be patient with him, that he won't be able to be bad enough to drive her away.
She waits until he's at his most open, desperate on his knees at her feet, face to the floor, pleading and pressing kisses against slick leather, to kick him away, snarling at him that he's useless and pathetic and that she won't see him again if he can't do any better than this - because she knows what he needs, and what he wants, but most of all...
... how to keep him coming back for more.
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Gabrielle
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He shoves Spike up against the dirty stone wall, pinning his wrists and attacking his mouth with his own until he tastes blood - whose, he's not sure, but it doesn't really matter, does it?
Neither of them is coming out of this unscathed.
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Gabrielle
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