#drabble challenge
Baseball is back! (3 / 3)
Major League Baseball’s new season began this week, so I’ll be reblogging some SarahBucky fics.
If you’re not into baseball, don’t worry. You’ll still be delighted because sometimes it’s about the thing but not about the thing.
These 3 reblogs (done so separately) were submissions for a quick Drabble Challenge (500 words) that happened back in January.
This was my humble submission to the Drabble Challenge.
(This challenge is the one that taught me about how it’s not always exactly about the thing.)
The prompt: Baseball Cards
I carry your heart(s) with me by @tallgrrl aka Nefertiri Jones
Baseball is back! (2 / 3)
Major League Baseball’s new season began this week, so I’ll be reblogging some SarahBucky fics.
If you’re not into baseball, don’t worry. You’ll still be delighted because sometimes it’s about the thing but not about the thing.
These 3 reblogs (done so separately) were submissions for a quick Drabble Challenge (500 words) that happened back in January.
The prompt: Baseball Cards
There Used To Be A Ballparkby@btwxsixesandsevens
It’s not completely unheard of for Brian to show up to rehearsals without the red special, only noticing when it’s time to bring her out. But what if he wasn’t the only one? What if Roger sat down at a drumkit only to find out that he hadn’t brought a single pair of drumsticks? What if John rushed out of the house without grabbing any of his basses? Or Freddie trying to sing loud enough to be heard without his microphone? What would happen if any of these things happened during an actual performance?
All drabbles must fit within the character limit of a single Tumblr ask (4096 on mobile, 500 on desktop)
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Sam Winchester
Warnings: Gun!kink, gunplay, established Wincest, hints of dubcon but it’s really totally consensual, questionable ways of resolving pent-up frustration, pretend blowjob, object insertion
Word count: 500 exactly
Summary:During a physical confrontation Dean discovers something new about his little brother: Apparently, Sam has a serious gun kink?? Well… They probably shouldn’t explore it any further because it’s pretty damn messed up… Right?
A/N: This is for @impala-dreamer‘s drabble challenge. I picked SPN and the prompt “something kinky” for this one. You can read part 1 of this drabble as a stand-alone or as a build-up for this one.
The metal effortlessly slides into Sam’s mouth, his lips instantly sealing around the barrel. Dean’s handgun feels heavy and tastes like discharge residue, makes Sam let out a keening noise from deep in his chest. His mind’s spinning. Drool’s running down his chin now as his big brother slowly begins to pulls the gun back out, dragging it against his tongue.
“That’s it, Sammy…”
Dean sounds out of breath. He looks it too, face flushed and droplets of sweat beading near his hairline.
“Go on, get it nice and clean…” he pants and pushes the barrel back into Sam’s mouth.
In response, the younger man grinds the heel of his own hand into his groin, trying to quell some of the heat pooling there too quickly.
“God, you’re such a slut, aren’t you?” Dean says, green eyes laser-focused on the way the gun disappears into Sam’s mouth, pink lips stretched obscenely around the barrel. This is new territory. It’s beyond messed up. Even though there are no bullets in the chamber, they’re definitely crossing a line here that isn’t supposed to be crossed. Ever. But there’s no going back, not now.
“Fuck…” Dean grunts when Sam tightens his lips around the barrel, doing his best to imitate some sort of twisted blowjob. It’s like something out of a dark porno, tongue swirling around and lapping at the metal greedily. A moan even spills out of his little brother when the gun dips in even deeper and makes him gag. It’s vulgar and for some godforsaken reason it goes straight to Dean’s dick.
Pulling the gun out of Sam’s mouth, Dean presses the muzzle against his brother’s belly. The barrel pokes right at the soft area below his navel and a whine escapes Sam, all frightened and so, so needy.
“Strip.”
Dean’s command leaves no room for misunderstandings. None. And Sam hurries to do as he’s told, stumbling on his own feet as he tears off his shirt and jeans, his underwear unceremoniously following suit.
“On the bed.”
Another command that rips a pathetic moan from Sam, sets his groin alight. He’s scrambling onto the bed, springs in the mattress squeaking in protest. And before he knows it, Dean’s on top of him, the front of his shirt pressed flush against Sam’s sweaty chest. And the gun’s back. Sleek metal feels cold against his skin as the barrel suddenly slips in between his legs. And Sam stops breathing.
“Want me to stick it in you?” Dean husks and Sam lets out a desperate groan, bucking against the gun as it finds his entrance. And then Dean pushes, the tip of the muzzle lightly breaching the already slick hole.
“Maybe I should pull the trigger? Huh? Put a bullet in—”
A cry rips from Sam’s throat, back arching right off the bed as splatters of white streak his abdomen. Spasming, his mouth opens in a scream, eyes screwed shut. Dean just watches in bafflement, wide-eyed and breathless.
Oh, they’reso fucked.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Sam Winchester
Warnings:Gun!kink, gunplay, established Wincest, mild violence, hints of dubcon but it’s totally consensual, questionable ways of resolving pent-up frustration, no actual sex
Word count: 500 exactly
Summary: Dean is cleaning his gun when Sam’s attitude finally makes him snap… But it doesn’t at all go the way he expects. And he’s about to discover something new about his little brother.
A/N: This is for @impala-dreamer‘s drabble challenge. I picked SPN and the prompt “weapons”. And hey, this time I actually managed to keep the WC at “only” 500!? *Gasp*
The white cloth drags over the barrel of the Colt handgun, wiping at the oil residue and specks of dirt staining it. Sam’s eyes are following every move of Dean’s capable hands as he cleans his gun, brows furrowed in concentration. Sitting on one of the beds in the motel room, Dean shoots Sam a brief glance when silence seems to drag out a little longer than usual. Sure, they’ve been butting heads a lot lately, but usually that doesn’t equal any of them being silent. Not like this, anyway.
“What?” Dean says, lifting his gaze for half a second to eye his little brother up and down.
“Nothing,” Sam just says. His voice sounds a little strained, a little tight in his throat. Clearly, he’s lying.
Puzzled and suddenly annoyed, Dean fixes his gaze on him again:
“Seriously, dude, what’s your problem?” he spits and tosses the oily rag at the floor at Sam’s feet. And that’s it. All of the pent-up frustration they’ve both been bottling up comes pouring right out, all puffed-up chests and clenched fists. But Sam doesn’t say a word, doesn’t even retaliate when Dean smacks him against the wall, back first. The almost-clean gun is still in Dean’s hand, poking at the wallpaper when he slams his forearm across Sam’s throat:
“You know, I’ve just about had it with you!” Dean snarls, fed-up with his brother’s constant brooding and bitchy attitude. He expects Sam to cock back his fist and deliver a punch, expects him to start fighting. But instead, all he gets is heavy breathing and… And why are Sam’s pupils suddenly blown huge like this?
“Wha…?” Dean begins, but immediately trails off when he notices the unmistakable hardness tenting his brother’s jeans.
“What the hell, Sam?” he says, pulling back a little. As he does, the gun lightly brushes against a tense shoulder, the barrel slipping across Sam’s flannel shirt as Dean lets his arm fall back down.
His little brother’s reaction is instant: A thin noise escapes him, a guttural sort of whine that hitches in his throat. Oh… So, that’s what this is? Incredulous, Dean feels his own throat go tight, his breathing suddenly speeding up. Well, this is new.
“You like this, huh?” he hears himself rasp just as he presses the muzzle of the gun against Sam’s throat. There’s a gasp, a tiny flinch – and definitely a roll of his little brother’s hips.
“Jesus…” Dean says under his breath, pulse skyrocketing. And then he lets the gun trail along Sam’s jawline, cool metal grazing stubble and feverishly hot skin. As he drags the barrel across a slightly quivering bottom lip, a pink tongue darts out to lick at the weapon. Dean feels like he’s just been punched in the gut - yet, his dick practically jumps.
“Open your mouth…”
Sam downright whimpers. Still, his lips part in an open invitation.
“Want you to clean it for me,” Dean whispers and slides the gun’s barrel into his brother’s mouth.
Naruto: NaruSaku Holiday ExchangebyKaleta
Kaleta’s NaruSaku art is so adorable! Also, I’d really like to see someone write a NaruSaku fic that is concurrent with the actual pairings at the end of the manga…. i.e. Affair!NaruSaku. I think a lot of interesting scenarios could happen that would result in this. Anyone up for a little (or a long) drabble challenge?
Make it happen! <3
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