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.

Comments

[autumnrae89.livejournal.com]

SPN/Smallville, Dean/Oliver [Queen], cars.

[dragonlet.livejournal.com]

Dean grunts at the impact when his back hits the hood of the Impala. He thinks a silent apology to his girl when the blond plants a hand on either side of his head and leans in to kiss him, letting his own weight press Dean against the car. Dean groans and bucks up, wrapping the tie around his fist and pulling him closer, biting his lower lip and grabbing the tie is more of a power thing, he knows it's gotta cost some insane amount because this is Oliver fucking Queen pushing him against his car in a dirty alley.

Oliver--Ollie, he'd panted earlier into Dean's mouth. Call him Ollie. Ollie was shrugging his suit jacket off, was dragging his lips down Dean's stubbled jawline, making Dean buck again because he knows that's going to leave marks on the man's mouth, someone's going to see that and public as Ollie is, it's really fucking hot that he doesn't care. Dean moans again because now those lips are parting against his throat and kissing, sucking at his neck, hand moving to his shoulder to keep him from moving. Dean does jerk then because holy shit he's not really a vamp, is he? But then the hotwetsmooth mouth moves back up to Dean's mouth and Dean kisses back eagerly.

Dean's let go of Ollie's tie but that's because he's unbuttoning his shirt now, opening it up because he suspected--he knew--that there's no white collar business body under there. Not when someone moves like that. He flattens his palm against Ollie's stomach and smirks when the other man groans and grinds his hips forward against Dean's jean-clad legs. Ollie slides his hand down from his shoulder to press his palm--holy fuck that has to be a dream, the way he's working his palm and the fucking heel of his hand against his erection through his fucking pants. This has got to be the best wet dream of Dean's life because there's no way Oliver Queen actually knows how to work his hand like that.

It really has to be a dream because there's also no way that little pleading whimper just came out of his throat. Ollie smirks against his mouth and it looks good on him, as far as Dean can see through the stars that are showering across his vision from time to time. Ollie fumbles with the opening of Dean's jeans and okay maybe this isn't a dream. He curses quietly when Dean snorts and lets go of his zipper to tug Dean's hand from his stomach to his pants. "Fuck," Dean whispers then, voice rough and low while he tries to return the favor, own hand shaking. And yeah maybe Ollie had a point with the fumbling.

But it feels godsogood when Ollie finally gets his hand around him and pulls him out where he's not being constricted by those jeans and once again he wonders why he wears pants that tight yeah they look good but then he gets hard and he can't wait to get them off.

...Oh right.

And he almost comes because Ollie shakes his head like to clear it and lifts his hand to his mouth and licks it, drags his tongue over his palm and fingers while Dean watches and pants, and then he wraps it around Dean's cock and grips. Dean almost forgets to return the favor, but Ollie stops and Dean remembers what he was doing and tugs Ollie's pants that much open, and that much lower. He's pretty sure that means his ass is half hanging out but then Ollie pushes Dean further back on the hood of his car and climbs on top of him, hand pumping and squeezing in a concentrated rhythm--and there are calluses and calluses are fun, Dean's realizing, especially when they're not his--and grinds down again, sliding cock against cock and hand and hip and Dean lets out a choked, strangled noise that he tries to cut off when he arches up, other hand wrapped around Oliver's shoulders and pulling on the back of his shirt.

part 2

[dragonlet.livejournal.com]

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.