Ficlets: SPN & Sex Corps
To give you something to do in the last 2 hours before the SPN premiere;)
I wrote two ficlets for blindfold_spn.
1. For the prompt: Jeffery Dean Morgan/Jensen Ackles = interrupted sex
Jeff had just bottomed out, leaving Jensen with that blissful sensation of being completely full, to the point where he didn't know where he ended and Jeff began. He grabbed at the sheet beneath him, trying toget enough purchase to tilt his ass up, to beg with his body for the full on fucking Jeff was just so darn good at.
Then he heard the dogs barking, and there should not have been more than one familiar bark - Jeff had brought Bisou, of course, but she had run out of the bedroom when they had started this and Jensen could swear that was Harley…
"Jen? You home?" And that was Jared. Who was supposed to be have been gone the entire weekend.
Jensen jerked his head back in shock and cried out when it connected with Jeff's forehead with a loud crack. "Fuck," Jeff shouted and pulled back and out far too fast.
Jensen fell back on the bed wincing at his sore ass.
"I think I'm bleeding," Jeff muttered, pulling his hand from his forehead, revealing a scarlet streak on his skin.
"Did we lock the door?" Jensen pushed himself to his knees, and caught his breath at the sudden pain the movement caused.
Thenhis question got answered spectacularly when Harley and Sadie pushed inthe door and leapt onto the bed, Bisou just behind them. Jensen attempted to push them away, "No, Harley, get your nose out of there!"
He glared as he heard Jared's laughter from the door. "I see you guys were busy."
"Stop giggling. You're the one who's gonna have to drive Jeff to the hospital for stitches."
2. For the prompt: mpreg Sam/Dean - Dean is forced to carry Sam's baby.
Sam ignored the whispering that surrounding them, focusing only on the feel of Dean in front of him as Sam slowly fucked into his ass.
"Sorry, Dean," he hissed, hoping Dean understood. "It's the only way to save you."
Dean couldn't reply, that had been one of Sam's first commands, given with the Jedi-mind trick voice that turned out to be so simple to do. The second command had Dean stripping out of his clothes and sliding to his hands and knees, thighs spread for Sam's pleasure.
Of course, he wasn't really enjoying this, no, this rutting had only one purpose - to save Dean from his deal, to keep his brother out of hell. Sam had accepted his destiny, made a deal with demons more powerful than he had ever encountered before.
Sam rolled his hips against his brother, leaning forward to hook one hand in the collar he had placed on Dean's neck himself. The other hand he slid underneath, over his brother's belly, where he would plant his seed and Dean would shelter their child.
No, Sam wasn't the anti-Christ, that had been made clear the moment he had offered anything to free Dean. But, the demons told him, he could be instrumental in making the anti-Christ.
Soon,Sam thought, soon Dean's belly would swell and curve as his child grew within him. Dean would feel their baby kick and move, would stand bow-legged, one hand on his gravid form, the other massaging his back.And Sam would be there to rub his feet, run out and get whatever pie Dean wanted. Just as long as Dean remembered who he belonged to.
Sam gasped out as he came, filling Dean with his come, much more than usualas a result of the spell he had cast. He imagined how it felt, burning inside Dean, transforming his insides so he could bear Sam's spawn.
The whispers turned to cheers and applause as Sam pulled away. He filled Dean's ass with a round rubber plug, his seed had to stay inside his brother for this to work. Sam slapped Dean's ass and told him to relax and Dean's arms gave out and he collapsed to the ground, still on his knees, as it should be.
Sam turned to face his audience, meeting the opaque black eyes of each and every one of them. He nodded. It was done. He'd see them all again in nine months time.
3. For lapillus's drabble request of: Of Dice and Jen(sen)timestamp - May 2001
Jensen laughed when Jared's truck pulled up in front of his apartment building. The suburban had been so crammed with stuff, he wondered if he could fit his duffel back inside. Books,clothes, even a vacuum cleaner of all things pressed against the windows in the back. He popped open the front passenger door, relieved to find that seat empty at least. "Did you leave any room for my stuff?"
Jared turned off the engine. "We'll have to make some room. I figure I can leave a few of my things at your place."
It made sense, Jared shouldn't have to drive his stuff back from Texas when Jensen's apartment was only an hour away. Jensen poked at the laundry basket filled with World of Darkness sourcebooks and D & D manuals. "Are you sure you aren't going to need these in Texas?"
"Won't be there that long." Jared popped the trunk and pulled out yet another milk crate filled with books.
Jensen stopped poking. "What do you mean?" He had to be back in three short weeks when the summer session started back up, though Jared's sophomore year had finished last week and as far as Jensen knew, Jared would be spending the break with his parents in San Antonio.
"Well," Jared said. "I maybe might have gotten a job at a summer school not to far from here. I just need a place to stay..."
At that, Jensen could help but grab himself a handful of Jared's hair and pull him down for a kiss. "Never stop surprising me."
Jared laughed and kissed him back.
4. For joans23's request of: Sex Corps Verse, Jared POV when he figures out Jensen's in the Sex Corps.
Jared felt sick, his stomach roiling in knots.That happened sometimes, after his treatments, but he didn't know if what he saw on his terminal screen contributed at all. After meeting Jensen's friends, he decided he'd look himself, find out exactly what those red badges meant. It wasn't hard to find, a simple search gave him a database of military badges and insignias, and he just skimmed until he found what he wanted.
Sex Corps. They didn't even have a euphemism for it, he thought, for the kind of service where a soldier specialized in using sex as a weapon. And Jensen was one of them, had been for nearly three years.
Jared's stomach jerked again, and he pushed away from the screen, catching one of his crutches to help himself stand. He couldn't stop the images in his mind, of the things they were going to make Jensen do. They replayed over and over, like some old 2D movie on repeat. Jared pictured his brother, smiling hopeful Jensen, being beaten down and used, and then doing it all over again.
"Jared? Are you all right?"
He looked up to see Sam in his doorway, a mug in her hand. "I'm fine."
"You should be in bed," she chided.
"And you're supposed to be on vacation," he told her. "Jensen's been taking care of me." And he always would.
Fora moment Jared felt anger replace the gurgle in his belly. He hated that Jensen had to sacrifice himself like this, retool his entire life to save Jared's. He hated this illness that made them both a slave to the military, knowing Jensen couldn't have paid the cost for his treatment any other way.
"I do live here, you know," she said. "Would you like a cup of tea?" Sam gestured to her own mug.
Jared limped over to his bed and sat down heavily. "No. Sam, what do you know about the Sex Corps?"
The smile on her face faltered and she gave in, coming into his room and sitting next to him. "Why do you want to know, Jared?"
"Jensen." He said, then took a moment to gather his thoughts. "He never told me what branch he enlisted as."
"Ah." She took a sip of her tea. "I'm sure he had his reasons, Jared."
"So he is then? A, what do they call them?"
"Scut," she said, softly. "And so am I, Jared."
Oh. Jared's eyes widened and his lips moved, but no sound came out. He imagined he looked like a fish gaping at nothing.
"Lt.Colonel Samantha Smith at your service," she said, her lips curving into a smile. "I'm not ashamed of it, Jared. You never asked, or I would have told you before now. I've been out of the field for a while now, although there's enough of a need for a Sex Corps nurse to keep me busier here than I was out there. Most of us end up back here after a few tours of duty anyway..." she trailed off. "I'm getting ahead of myself. Did you have any questions about Jensen?"
Jared shrugged. "He didn't tell me. He hid that from me, and I hate it." His voice rose at the end and he winced, not wanting to sound like a little kid, but knowing that he did just then.
"Jared," she bit her lip. "You're going to have to discuss this with Jensen. I won't pretend to understand his reasons. Just understand that he's in a hard place right now. He has to be so many things to so many different people...I'm sure he didn't want to let you down."
"He could never!" Jared started, then shook his head. He didn't want to be a burden, just another thing for Jensen to deal with. He loved his brother more than anything and he knew the reverse was true. Jared jus twanted to give back as much as he had been given. "I'll talk to him,"he told Sam.
"Good," and here she winked. "Be sure to ask him about any special benefits he gets from his training."
Jared burst out laughing, imagining the embarrassment he could coax out of his older brother. It would all right, he thought, somehow Jensen would make everything okay. "You know," he said, "I'll think I'll take that cup of tea."
Sam smiled at him.
I have two more drabble requests to write, which will probably get done sometime tomorrow;)
I wrote two ficlets for blindfold_spn.
1. For the prompt: Jeffery Dean Morgan/Jensen Ackles = interrupted sex
Jeff had just bottomed out, leaving Jensen with that blissful sensation of being completely full, to the point where he didn't know where he ended and Jeff began. He grabbed at the sheet beneath him, trying toget enough purchase to tilt his ass up, to beg with his body for the full on fucking Jeff was just so darn good at.
Then he heard the dogs barking, and there should not have been more than one familiar bark - Jeff had brought Bisou, of course, but she had run out of the bedroom when they had started this and Jensen could swear that was Harley…
"Jen? You home?" And that was Jared. Who was supposed to be have been gone the entire weekend.
Jensen jerked his head back in shock and cried out when it connected with Jeff's forehead with a loud crack. "Fuck," Jeff shouted and pulled back and out far too fast.
Jensen fell back on the bed wincing at his sore ass.
"I think I'm bleeding," Jeff muttered, pulling his hand from his forehead, revealing a scarlet streak on his skin.
"Did we lock the door?" Jensen pushed himself to his knees, and caught his breath at the sudden pain the movement caused.
Thenhis question got answered spectacularly when Harley and Sadie pushed inthe door and leapt onto the bed, Bisou just behind them. Jensen attempted to push them away, "No, Harley, get your nose out of there!"
He glared as he heard Jared's laughter from the door. "I see you guys were busy."
"Stop giggling. You're the one who's gonna have to drive Jeff to the hospital for stitches."
2. For the prompt: mpreg Sam/Dean - Dean is forced to carry Sam's baby.
Sam ignored the whispering that surrounding them, focusing only on the feel of Dean in front of him as Sam slowly fucked into his ass.
"Sorry, Dean," he hissed, hoping Dean understood. "It's the only way to save you."
Dean couldn't reply, that had been one of Sam's first commands, given with the Jedi-mind trick voice that turned out to be so simple to do. The second command had Dean stripping out of his clothes and sliding to his hands and knees, thighs spread for Sam's pleasure.
Of course, he wasn't really enjoying this, no, this rutting had only one purpose - to save Dean from his deal, to keep his brother out of hell. Sam had accepted his destiny, made a deal with demons more powerful than he had ever encountered before.
Sam rolled his hips against his brother, leaning forward to hook one hand in the collar he had placed on Dean's neck himself. The other hand he slid underneath, over his brother's belly, where he would plant his seed and Dean would shelter their child.
No, Sam wasn't the anti-Christ, that had been made clear the moment he had offered anything to free Dean. But, the demons told him, he could be instrumental in making the anti-Christ.
Soon,Sam thought, soon Dean's belly would swell and curve as his child grew within him. Dean would feel their baby kick and move, would stand bow-legged, one hand on his gravid form, the other massaging his back.And Sam would be there to rub his feet, run out and get whatever pie Dean wanted. Just as long as Dean remembered who he belonged to.
Sam gasped out as he came, filling Dean with his come, much more than usualas a result of the spell he had cast. He imagined how it felt, burning inside Dean, transforming his insides so he could bear Sam's spawn.
The whispers turned to cheers and applause as Sam pulled away. He filled Dean's ass with a round rubber plug, his seed had to stay inside his brother for this to work. Sam slapped Dean's ass and told him to relax and Dean's arms gave out and he collapsed to the ground, still on his knees, as it should be.
Sam turned to face his audience, meeting the opaque black eyes of each and every one of them. He nodded. It was done. He'd see them all again in nine months time.
3. For lapillus's drabble request of: Of Dice and Jen(sen)timestamp - May 2001
Jensen laughed when Jared's truck pulled up in front of his apartment building. The suburban had been so crammed with stuff, he wondered if he could fit his duffel back inside. Books,clothes, even a vacuum cleaner of all things pressed against the windows in the back. He popped open the front passenger door, relieved to find that seat empty at least. "Did you leave any room for my stuff?"
Jared turned off the engine. "We'll have to make some room. I figure I can leave a few of my things at your place."
It made sense, Jared shouldn't have to drive his stuff back from Texas when Jensen's apartment was only an hour away. Jensen poked at the laundry basket filled with World of Darkness sourcebooks and D & D manuals. "Are you sure you aren't going to need these in Texas?"
"Won't be there that long." Jared popped the trunk and pulled out yet another milk crate filled with books.
Jensen stopped poking. "What do you mean?" He had to be back in three short weeks when the summer session started back up, though Jared's sophomore year had finished last week and as far as Jensen knew, Jared would be spending the break with his parents in San Antonio.
"Well," Jared said. "I maybe might have gotten a job at a summer school not to far from here. I just need a place to stay..."
At that, Jensen could help but grab himself a handful of Jared's hair and pull him down for a kiss. "Never stop surprising me."
Jared laughed and kissed him back.
4. For joans23's request of: Sex Corps Verse, Jared POV when he figures out Jensen's in the Sex Corps.
Jared felt sick, his stomach roiling in knots.That happened sometimes, after his treatments, but he didn't know if what he saw on his terminal screen contributed at all. After meeting Jensen's friends, he decided he'd look himself, find out exactly what those red badges meant. It wasn't hard to find, a simple search gave him a database of military badges and insignias, and he just skimmed until he found what he wanted.
Sex Corps. They didn't even have a euphemism for it, he thought, for the kind of service where a soldier specialized in using sex as a weapon. And Jensen was one of them, had been for nearly three years.
Jared's stomach jerked again, and he pushed away from the screen, catching one of his crutches to help himself stand. He couldn't stop the images in his mind, of the things they were going to make Jensen do. They replayed over and over, like some old 2D movie on repeat. Jared pictured his brother, smiling hopeful Jensen, being beaten down and used, and then doing it all over again.
"Jared? Are you all right?"
He looked up to see Sam in his doorway, a mug in her hand. "I'm fine."
"You should be in bed," she chided.
"And you're supposed to be on vacation," he told her. "Jensen's been taking care of me." And he always would.
Fora moment Jared felt anger replace the gurgle in his belly. He hated that Jensen had to sacrifice himself like this, retool his entire life to save Jared's. He hated this illness that made them both a slave to the military, knowing Jensen couldn't have paid the cost for his treatment any other way.
"I do live here, you know," she said. "Would you like a cup of tea?" Sam gestured to her own mug.
Jared limped over to his bed and sat down heavily. "No. Sam, what do you know about the Sex Corps?"
The smile on her face faltered and she gave in, coming into his room and sitting next to him. "Why do you want to know, Jared?"
"Jensen." He said, then took a moment to gather his thoughts. "He never told me what branch he enlisted as."
"Ah." She took a sip of her tea. "I'm sure he had his reasons, Jared."
"So he is then? A, what do they call them?"
"Scut," she said, softly. "And so am I, Jared."
Oh. Jared's eyes widened and his lips moved, but no sound came out. He imagined he looked like a fish gaping at nothing.
"Lt.Colonel Samantha Smith at your service," she said, her lips curving into a smile. "I'm not ashamed of it, Jared. You never asked, or I would have told you before now. I've been out of the field for a while now, although there's enough of a need for a Sex Corps nurse to keep me busier here than I was out there. Most of us end up back here after a few tours of duty anyway..." she trailed off. "I'm getting ahead of myself. Did you have any questions about Jensen?"
Jared shrugged. "He didn't tell me. He hid that from me, and I hate it." His voice rose at the end and he winced, not wanting to sound like a little kid, but knowing that he did just then.
"Jared," she bit her lip. "You're going to have to discuss this with Jensen. I won't pretend to understand his reasons. Just understand that he's in a hard place right now. He has to be so many things to so many different people...I'm sure he didn't want to let you down."
"He could never!" Jared started, then shook his head. He didn't want to be a burden, just another thing for Jensen to deal with. He loved his brother more than anything and he knew the reverse was true. Jared jus twanted to give back as much as he had been given. "I'll talk to him,"he told Sam.
"Good," and here she winked. "Be sure to ask him about any special benefits he gets from his training."
Jared burst out laughing, imagining the embarrassment he could coax out of his older brother. It would all right, he thought, somehow Jensen would make everything okay. "You know," he said, "I'll think I'll take that cup of tea."
Sam smiled at him.
I have two more drabble requests to write, which will probably get done sometime tomorrow;)