WIP Meme
In order to procrastinate further, I've made a cake today and just organized my fics as much as possible, to do this WIP meme I snatched from flawedamythyst. And to my great shame, there are 9 of them! Some I didn'teven remember! But some of them are not even one page, so they don't count! *lol* What hurts more are the 7-8 pages of wasted fic. And you know why most of them are still WIPs? Because the smut is killing me and I can't write it anymore.
Fic #1 (2 pages so far, chances of it ever getting finished: very slim):
“Shhh, Dean. It’s okay,” he whispered and rubbed his hand soothingly across Dean’s skin. Sam was surprised to see how quickly Dean relaxed. He even calmed down enough to smile. A real smile this time. It crinkled his eyes, even in sleep. Sam just had to smile as well. “God Dean. Whatever will I do with you?” He chuckled softly and wrapped the blanket tighter around Dean, making sure he wouldn’t get cold, before he finally laid down in his own bed, switching off the lights and praying for a quick, dreamless sleep.
***
Fic #2 (7 pages, finished? only if I get my porn-fu back):
Sam laughed. He couldn’t help it. Damn his brother. Now how was he supposed to still be mad at him now? “Aw, Dean.” He shook his head in disapproval and stood back up, back in the game. “You really shouldn’t have done that.”
“I’m sorry, Master.” Dean grinned into his pillow and Sam snorted. Yeah. As if.
“You will be, Dean.” He ran his nails lightly over Dean’s ass. “You will be.”
***
Fic #3 (2 pages, high up on my list right now)
“Jared, it’s not cheating when you’re getting a lap dance at your bachelor party.” Jensen gave him an encouraging smile. Also, it especially wasn’t if it only lasted five minutes. But he wasn’t gonna point that out.
Jared huffed. “Didn’t. Didn’t cheat.”
***
Fic #4 (5 pages, I actually posted the first chapter of this. Years ago. F-locked. This is my first ever SPN fic. Oh, oh, the shame.)
Dean snarled, still lunging for his brother. He was disoriented and clumsy though, so Sam didn’t have a hard time fighting him off. He was glad that he didn’t have to use too much violence. Dean looked bad enough as it was. And vampire or not, he was still his brother. Right?
***
Fic #5 (8 pages, will be finished, most likely after BigBang):
The only thing he really, truly regretted was that that was really all there was. Training, grooming, sparring lessons. And it was getting increasingly frustrating, increasingly violent, increasingly draining. And increasingly sexually charged. Or at least that’s how it felt to Jared. But hey, he’d felt Jensen’s hard-on, too, when he’d had him pinned to the wall and Jared struggled to get free. Or when Jared had Jensen pinned to the floor and they were wrestling. Or one of them had the other bend over the desk, hands twisted behind their back, held immobile.
And hell, what was that even for? As if they’d have desks to pin the thugs to in a dark alleyway or in a store where a robbery took place. But hell if Jared was complaining.
***
Fic #6 (5 pages, slim chances):
Horny. Horny… there was something bothersome about this. Dean frowned and his head pounded. His eyes hurt. His whole body hurt. But there was something else. Something unusual. Unusual pain. Coming from places he never hurt before and… oh. OH! Oh fuck!
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Not including those with only one page. Also, so the meme said no commenting, but I think this meant about the story itself, not progress reports. If you have any questions, ask them though!
Oh, also, my masseur had no time today so I got the female masseuse. Oh, the pain! What she basically did was press in with two fingers or her fist, press really, really hard, and then move down. While still pressing. In the end, I was so tensed up in expectation of more pain, I was shivering. I felt like at the dentist's. It hurt just so fucking much! - But it was more productive than the kneading the guy does. I feel better now.
Fic #1 (2 pages so far, chances of it ever getting finished: very slim):
“Shhh, Dean. It’s okay,” he whispered and rubbed his hand soothingly across Dean’s skin. Sam was surprised to see how quickly Dean relaxed. He even calmed down enough to smile. A real smile this time. It crinkled his eyes, even in sleep. Sam just had to smile as well. “God Dean. Whatever will I do with you?” He chuckled softly and wrapped the blanket tighter around Dean, making sure he wouldn’t get cold, before he finally laid down in his own bed, switching off the lights and praying for a quick, dreamless sleep.
***
Fic #2 (7 pages, finished? only if I get my porn-fu back):
Sam laughed. He couldn’t help it. Damn his brother. Now how was he supposed to still be mad at him now? “Aw, Dean.” He shook his head in disapproval and stood back up, back in the game. “You really shouldn’t have done that.”
“I’m sorry, Master.” Dean grinned into his pillow and Sam snorted. Yeah. As if.
“You will be, Dean.” He ran his nails lightly over Dean’s ass. “You will be.”
***
Fic #3 (2 pages, high up on my list right now)
“Jared, it’s not cheating when you’re getting a lap dance at your bachelor party.” Jensen gave him an encouraging smile. Also, it especially wasn’t if it only lasted five minutes. But he wasn’t gonna point that out.
Jared huffed. “Didn’t. Didn’t cheat.”
***
Fic #4 (5 pages, I actually posted the first chapter of this. Years ago. F-locked. This is my first ever SPN fic. Oh, oh, the shame.)
Dean snarled, still lunging for his brother. He was disoriented and clumsy though, so Sam didn’t have a hard time fighting him off. He was glad that he didn’t have to use too much violence. Dean looked bad enough as it was. And vampire or not, he was still his brother. Right?
***
Fic #5 (8 pages, will be finished, most likely after BigBang):
The only thing he really, truly regretted was that that was really all there was. Training, grooming, sparring lessons. And it was getting increasingly frustrating, increasingly violent, increasingly draining. And increasingly sexually charged. Or at least that’s how it felt to Jared. But hey, he’d felt Jensen’s hard-on, too, when he’d had him pinned to the wall and Jared struggled to get free. Or when Jared had Jensen pinned to the floor and they were wrestling. Or one of them had the other bend over the desk, hands twisted behind their back, held immobile.
And hell, what was that even for? As if they’d have desks to pin the thugs to in a dark alleyway or in a store where a robbery took place. But hell if Jared was complaining.
***
Fic #6 (5 pages, slim chances):
Horny. Horny… there was something bothersome about this. Dean frowned and his head pounded. His eyes hurt. His whole body hurt. But there was something else. Something unusual. Unusual pain. Coming from places he never hurt before and… oh. OH! Oh fuck!
***
Not including those with only one page. Also, so the meme said no commenting, but I think this meant about the story itself, not progress reports. If you have any questions, ask them though!
Oh, also, my masseur had no time today so I got the female masseuse. Oh, the pain! What she basically did was press in with two fingers or her fist, press really, really hard, and then move down. While still pressing. In the end, I was so tensed up in expectation of more pain, I was shivering. I felt like at the dentist's. It hurt just so fucking much! - But it was more productive than the kneading the guy does. I feel better now.