Friday Free For All

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

So, here we are. May 1st. Where has the year gone?
But, more importantly than that, it's Friday. Which can mean only one thing... It's time for FRIDAY FREE FOR ALL!!

Yup, you got it. Anything and everything goes. Any fandom, any pairing, any crossover, any prompt.

Just make sure to be nice to this codellama and her fellow codemonkeys by leaving your prompts in the proper format

For a single fandom: Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: RPS, Chris/Steve, "I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you"

For a crossover: Fandom/Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: The A-Team/Leverage, team centric, 'If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire...'

Don't forget that we have a lot of lonely prompts, so if you're not being inspired today, you can always adopt one of those

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End of all Hope - NC-17, non-con

[devon99.livejournal.com]

Dean remembered what it was like to be looked at by Sammy, remembered the power that his little brother held over him with just a glance, with just a simple smile, with just the way he said his name.

To be looked at like that was rare and precious.

The way that Sam was looking at him now couldn’t be farther away from that.

There were hardly any signs at all of Sammy in the naked man sprawled in front of him.

Sam was laying spread eagled on red satin sheets, writhing sinuously, his hair, longer than Dean remembered, framing his beautiful face, his long erection curving up to his stomach, his black eyes locked with Dean’s, his hands roaming his skin, touching, stroking, teasing, tempting.

Dean stood at the end of the bed, tears running down his cheeks, wings folded forlornly around himself, unable to move, unable to turn away, to talk, to do anything but watch and mourn the loss of his brother.

The air around the bed rippled with power, with Sam’s power and Dean felt himself moving. He climbed up onto the bed, his hand stroking over his own cock, forcing it to hardness as he leant over his brother, his lips hovering over the pulse point at Sam’s neck.

“Fuck me,” Sam commanded quietly.

“Sam.” The name bubbled painfully from Dean’s throat, as he tried so hard to resist, making one last effort to get through to anything that might be left of his brother.

Every muscle in Dean’s body strained as he fought to pull back, to regain control of his limbs, but the minute Sam’s body arced up to him and he felt the rocking of their hips, the sensual heat of Sam’s skin, he knew he had lost.

“Please.” Sam meant it as a command, but it came out a husky whisper that reverberated throughout the room, through Dean’s skin and bones and veins and into his bloodstream.

Dean’s control gave out and he hungrily attacked Sam’s mouth, pushed Sam’s legs chest ward and with a deep thrust of his pelvis, he was inside; their bodies melding, heat that rivaled the hottest pits of Hell radiating from them both.

It was nothing like Dean had ever experienced. Sam’s fingers were clenching in the sheets, scorching them lightly with released power as Dean frantically fucked him.

When Sam came, moaning and bucking beneath his brother, the room around them shifted, the walls surging with dark, twisted colors and nightmarish images.

The clench of Sam’s muscles tipped Dean over the edge and wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure swept him into oblivion as he came inside of Sam. He felt the world go black as his back arched in pain, his wings suddenly extending to their full span as he rode out the last vestiges of his orgasm.

When Dean eventually opened his eyes, he was still lying on the bed but he was alone.

The room smelled of sex, charred feathers and the end of all hope.

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Re: End of all Hope - NC-17, non-con

[demonlord-dean.livejournal.com]

Oh god, YES!!
*Q*
That's just hot!

Re: End of all Hope - NC-17, non-con

[devon99.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked it. I read it back this morning and kind of cringed, so am glad you thought it was hot:)