Thursday Spooktacular

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Due to personal matters, our lovely host for the week, meredevachon, is unable to put up today's theme, so I've agreed to take care of it for her.  It's her theme, so all credit goes to her, and hopefully she can make it back to finish up the week tomorrow.  :)


I hope y'all had fun with yesterday's celebration of Leverage porniness. There were some great prompts and even better responses.

But today is Thursday, and that means it's time for a new theme.

In honor of Supernatural returning tonight, we're going with Vampires and things that bump in the night.  That means vampires, werewolves, ghosts, etc., either canon or AU, so go wild with it!

And it's not limited to Supernatural.  Any fandom (or original), any pairing/grouping, any prompt. Crossovers are absolutely welcome, and perfect for this one.



Remember to format your prompts as follows:

For single fandom: Fandom, pairing, word/phrase
Example: Lotrips, Karl/Orlando, surprise

For a Crossover: Fandom/Fandom, pairing, word/phrase
Example: SPN/Buffy, Dean/Faith, leather



And don't forget, there are still plenty of lonely prompts if the creepy and spooky isn't your thing.

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part 2

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Ollie barely pauses, mostly to watch Dean's face change as he comes, and then he smirks again and reaches to grip Dean's wrist as he thrusts into his hand again. No stopping, and yeah Dean knows, he knows, he's moving his hand and he's twisting and he's spreading the precum with his thumb and he feels Oliver tense against him and come too, muffling his own shout against Dean's shoulder.

And they're laying there, sweaty and sticky and each waiting to catch their breath and for their pulses to die down.

Dean speaks first.
"So is this like, the part where you say that I can't live knowing your secrets?" he chuckles, still breathing carefully. Ollie snorts into his shirt and lifts his head, lips red and swollen, eyes dazed and lit with sated hunger and Dean kind of wants to wait and to this some more.

"A man with as fine a car as yours," Ollie drawls, adjusting himself on top of Dean, crossing his arms on the man's broader chest and resting his chin on them, "and with secrets of his own, surely can understand the need for discretion." Dean snorts again and runs a hand over Ollie's bicep, feeling the solid muscle that takes long practice.

"Yeah, I know. Hey, maybe next time we can have a threeway with your car." He says that just to get the laugh it provokes from Ollie, just to see him lean his head back and see the golden line of neck under sweat under the faint streetlight.

"Next time," Ollie agrees after a pause so long Dean started to wonder.