I'm supposed to be driving to work right now, and yet.

[apocalypsos]

The pairing: Jared/Sandy and either Jensen, Chad or (if you're really feeling like driving me up a wall in the best way) Jeff.

The prompt: This shirt.

Aaaaaad ... GO.

Oh, I'm so going to hell. *snickers*

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[seedyapartment.livejournal.com]

"Oh, oh," Sandy moans, arches up off the bed. Jared's hands stroke softly up her hips, over her stomach, and he grins into the damp, wet flesh in front of him before he curls his tongue and licks. "Oh shit, Jared, fuckkkkk...."

Jared tries really hard not to think about Jensen as Sandy shudders and comes, clamping her legs around Jared's head.

Everything he knows, he learned from Jensen. And everything includes how to get the high score on Squares, how to do a proper shot of tequila, and that neat little trick he does with his tongue that makes Sandy breath his name and claw at the sheets with blatant disregard for her most recent manicure.

"Holy shit, Jared." she pants, as she yanks him up and tangles her fingers in his hair, "I fucking love it when you do that."

Jared doesn't really think that oh yeah, I got that from Jensen is appropriate, so he kisses her instead.


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... it's your fault that instead of packing, like I should be, I am now writing fic. I adore you for it.

[slashfairy.livejournal.com]

dude, i'm not in the running to write, but i'll join you on that handbasket seat to hell, ok? cos i'm coming back here and read every little thing people post. -nods- it'll be that good.

[mcee.livejournal.com]

a;ldkfkgdfg ETC.

[(Anonymous)]

Hi *waves* I'm a complete lurker, never posted anywhere before. But I figured since I probably owe you for hours of fiction reading fun and since your prompt sort of sparked my imagination, here's a little present for you. Totally unedited by anyone but myself, so I hope it all makes sense. Hope you like it. KT



The thing about the sex was it had always been good, pretty damn good actually. But after being together as long as they had, things had started to settle down and all of the unexpected little tricks they’d whipped out in the beginning of their relationship started to be a little less unexpected and a little less tricky, though still nothing to complain about. And it wasn’t like Jared didn’t try. He always made sure she orgasmed at least once every time they so much as fooled around. And if things had gotten a little, well, routine, that was probably to be expected. Not that she was complaining. Really.


Sandy was walking past the doorway to the den trying to remember where the hell she’d put the check for her car payment and wishing she’d taken Jared’s advice and just switched over to automatic electronic payments despite her fear of waking up and finding her bank account wiped clean when she heard, “Man, I bet she is a freakin’ wild thing in the sack, huh?” She could just picture the smarmy little smirk on Chad’s face as he spoke. “Get it, wild thing.” She peered into the den just in time to see Chad roughly nudge Jared with his elbow and almost tip over onto him. Jared just man giggled and batted Chad away as he tried to keep his Bacardi Pink Squeeze from spilling. Seriously, Bacardi and pink lemonade? Yes, she got that Jared liked the color pink, but did it have to extend into every aspect of his life.

“Man whatever. You’re probably just jealous or something,” Jared’s alcohol soaked voice drawled out.

“Hells yes I’m jealous,” Chad slurred fervently. “Who doesn’t want a fuckin’ porn star for a girlfriend.”

Sandy rolled her eyes as she slipped away without bothering to listen for what would no doubt be an incredibly intelligent response from Jared. And okay yes, she had maybe done a movie that was little more than soft core porn and had perhaps posed for a few photo shoots that were a bit, hmm, risqué. But that didn’t necessarily mean she was some sort of super sleazy kinked up sex fiend in bed. She could be just as average and prudish as the next girl, well wait… no. That wasn’t coming out right at all. She was never average. Whether it was having sex or doing a paint by numbers kit (not that she did those…really) she was always well above average. And as for prudish, just because she had at one time dreamed of becoming a librarian someday and had even spent her entire sixth grade year wearing sweater sets and horn rim glasses despite the fact that she had twenty-twenty vision did not in any way constitute her being prudish. She could be just as freaky in bed as anyone. Wait a second. That really wasn’t the point she was trying to make. Shit, she seriously needed a spa day or something.

[(Anonymous)]

(story continued)

Well that wasn’t a goddamn waste of time at all. Flying all the way to New York to audition for a movie role only to learn that A: the role had been changed from Secretary Who Survives the Entire Movie and Makes Out with the Lead Actor at the End to Secretary Who Gets Killed during the Opening Scene in the Janitor’s Closet with Two Men and Her Pants Down and B: she didn’t get the fucking part. On the plus side however, she now had two free weeks in her schedule and Jared had just wrapped season one of his show, so they’d actually get to spend some quality fun time together.

So, apparently Jared’s idea of spending quality fun time together now included changing the oil in their cars and doing numerous loads of laundry. Which was all well and good, cars needed fresh oil (or so her dad had always told her) and the two of them needed clean clothes to wear. But seeing as how they didn’t get to have sex as much as a lot of other couples due to time and distance constraints, at least not without one or the other of them (usually Jared) falling asleep halfway through, she had been hoping for a little more in the way of screwing like minks. Well maybe more like rabbits or something than minks. She certainly wasn’t opposed to a little nibbling during sex, but apparently guy minks sometimes got a little too into it and accidentally bit into their girlfriend’s brains. That kinda drained the sexy right out of it.

The dryer finally buzzed and Sandy wandered over to hang up a load of pink shirts, none of which were hers. Seriously? She shook her head and decided that Jared was real lucky he got so big so fast. Cause if he wore this much pink back when he still lived in Texas, he would have gotten the crap kicked out of him otherwise. “Well now, is that a wrench in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” She teased as Jared snuck up from behind and wrapped his arms around her.

“A little from column A, a little from column B,” he replied with a grin in his voice as he set a wrench on the dryer. She laughed and reached back to smack his butt.

“So Miss Sandy, you gonna put a new load in the wash now?” Jared murmured.

“Mmhm, probably throw in a load of jeans.”

“Jeans huh? You sure you wouldn’t rather throw in these?” Jared reached out one of his ginormous feet and nudged a pile of cotton undershirts.

“Well I really had my heart set on those jeans, but I suppose I could be persuaded to change my mind,” Sandy threw out reflexively as she shifted to get out of his arms and grab the shirts.

She squeaked a bit as his grip on her tightened and he breathed into her ear, “Tell you what, you put those shirts into the wash and I promise I’ll persuade you it was a good idea.” Oh. Well alright then. That was certainly a welcome surprise. She moved to grab the shirts and throw them in as Jared turned on the washing machine and tossed in the soap and softener.

[(Anonymous)]

(end of story)

The second the washer’s lid slammed shut she found herself pinned up against it with Jared trying to suck her toenails up through her mouth. Now that was definitely okay in her book. Of course what was even more okay was Jared shucking his pants (and apparently she wasn’t the only one having a commando day) and then shucking hers as well before jumping up to sit on the washer. Sandy had about two seconds to wonder what the hell Jared thought he was doing before she found herself hoisted up onto his lap and skewered on his cock. His wonderful, marvelous cock which, due to the washer, was currently vibrating deeper, steadier and faster than that electric blue two hundred dollar toy she’d bought herself as a birthday present last year. And oh, holy crap, if his dick wasn’t pulsating in places she didn’t even know she had and oh shit, she wrapped her legs around him even tighter as she climaxed, her vagina clenching around his cock as he pounded into her even harder as he completely lost control. And oh God, oh God it was so good, he just kept vibrating as he thrust in and out, she couldn’t stop as she gave a choked cry and felt herself climax again around the cock she was impaled on. Then finally with a groan and a few garbled nonsense words (because Jared always lost the ability to talk when he was Really into it) she felt his searing hot cum spurt inside her and saturate her cunt. And holy fucking Jared, where the hell had that come from.

Another WB party and Sandy was really hoping she could avoid running into Chad Michael Moron (not the most clever nickname, but it fit so well) although she doubted it was possible since he and Jared were all BFF and shit. “Well hey there little lady,” came a whiskey smooth voice. She turned and smiled brightly as she was immediately greeted with the sight of Jeffrey Dean Morgan, a.k.a. Papa Winchester, a.k.a. hot older guy who wasn’t a huge asshole unlike certain other people who were to remain nameless. (cough*chad*cough) “So how’ve you been sweetheart? I don’t think I’ve seen you since the barbecue at that crazy bald bastard’s house.”

“I am absolutely fantastic.” She couldn’t stop the widening of the grin on her face as she recalled the best damn laundry day ever (as she had taken to calling it) and the plethora of laundry days since.

“It looks like you are,” Jeff grinned back. “What the hell have the two of you been doing to give you that smile?”

“Eh, nothing really. We’ve mostly been doing a lot of laundry.” She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear demurely.

“Hmm, you don’t say.” Jeff nodded with a slight chuckle.

“Yeah. So what’ve you been up to?" Jared was telling me that you, him and Jensen spent the weekend hanging out together when the set got shut down for a few days right at the end of the season. You guys do anything besides drink and play poker?”

“Hey Sandy!” Jared shouted from across the room. “Come ‘ere for a minute, I want you to meet someone.”

She rolled her eyes, “Sorry Jeff, duty calls.” She reached in to give him a peck on the cheek.

“No problem sugar, I’m sure I’ll talk to you more later.” She started to move away before she was halted by his voice. “Oh, and that weekend?”

“Yeah?” She asked, wondering why he was bothering to answer.

“The three of us also did a lot of laundry.” He smiled broadly at her and winked as he turned and walked away.

She stood there for a few seconds before realizing that Jared and some guy she’d never met were staring at her from across the room like she was retarded. Jared raised a hand and waved it at her looking amused. Well, that sure as hell explained a whole lot. Not that she was complaining. Really.