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Title: I Pelt That
Fandom: Supernatural (Changing Channels Style The Little Death Remix)
Author: Kat
Rating: R
Character(s): Sam & Dean
Pair(s): Sam/Dean
Genre: Humor
Warnings: Sam watching bad porn and implied Wincest.
Words: 287
Claim: Simpson Buffet Table
Written for the prompt(s):![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spn_bigpretzel DEW: “Put Sam and Dean into a TV show/movie/advert of your choice” & Simpson Buffet Table: “You mean I shaved my bikini zone for nothing?”
Summary: Sam and Dean end up as a new couple in The Little Death.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Garment Fetishism; a sexual fetish that revolves around a fixation upon a particular article of clothing or type of clothing to the point that it exists as a recurrent or exclusive stimulus for sexual gratification. This can include arousal by the sight of a person wearing a particular garment or by wearing the garment oneself because of the look or feeling. Arousal may occur from the way its fabric feels or from the way the garment feels or functions as a whole.
The house was dark. Sam found himself sitting on a spacious couch, hand down his pants, watching... what the hell was he watching and why was it making him hard?
He could hear Dean sleepily pad down the stairs and walk up behind him. He could not get the laptop to close.
“Sammy, why aren't you in... what the hell are you watching?” Dean leaned over the back of the couch to look at the laptop screen closer. “Is that why you've been sneaking out of bed all week?”
“Dean, really, its not...” Sam tried to explain while he failed at covering the video of very hairy men grinding against each other on a fur rug while wearing captain's hats on the screen.
“I guess I didn't need to bother shaving.” Dean stood back up, looking unamused.
Sam looked at the three day old stubble on Dean's face. “Shave what?” His eyes scanned down Dean's body and stopped where his t-shirt had hiked up, exposing not only his hip, but a small bit of pink material peeking out from the waistband of Dean's sweats.
“Dean... is that... lace?”
“What? No.” Dean abruptly turned and walked back towards the stairs.
Comments I received atspn_bigpretzel:
"Another good one! Loved it, Kat! :D"
Fandom: Supernatural (Changing Channels Style The Little Death Remix)
Author: Kat
Rating: R
Character(s): Sam & Dean
Pair(s): Sam/Dean
Genre: Humor
Warnings: Sam watching bad porn and implied Wincest.
Words: 287
Claim: Simpson Buffet Table
Written for the prompt(s):
spn_bigpretzel DEW: “Put Sam and Dean into a TV show/movie/advert of your choice” & Simpson Buffet Table: “You mean I shaved my bikini zone for nothing?”Summary: Sam and Dean end up as a new couple in The Little Death.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Garment Fetishism; a sexual fetish that revolves around a fixation upon a particular article of clothing or type of clothing to the point that it exists as a recurrent or exclusive stimulus for sexual gratification. This can include arousal by the sight of a person wearing a particular garment or by wearing the garment oneself because of the look or feeling. Arousal may occur from the way its fabric feels or from the way the garment feels or functions as a whole.
The house was dark. Sam found himself sitting on a spacious couch, hand down his pants, watching... what the hell was he watching and why was it making him hard?
He could hear Dean sleepily pad down the stairs and walk up behind him. He could not get the laptop to close.
“Sammy, why aren't you in... what the hell are you watching?” Dean leaned over the back of the couch to look at the laptop screen closer. “Is that why you've been sneaking out of bed all week?”
“Dean, really, its not...” Sam tried to explain while he failed at covering the video of very hairy men grinding against each other on a fur rug while wearing captain's hats on the screen.
“I guess I didn't need to bother shaving.” Dean stood back up, looking unamused.
Sam looked at the three day old stubble on Dean's face. “Shave what?” His eyes scanned down Dean's body and stopped where his t-shirt had hiked up, exposing not only his hip, but a small bit of pink material peeking out from the waistband of Dean's sweats.
“Dean... is that... lace?”
“What? No.” Dean abruptly turned and walked back towards the stairs.
Comments I received at
spn_bigpretzel:"Another good one! Loved it, Kat! :D"
