open post } { pointless shippiness

[iluvroadrunner6]

I really wanted shippy things and didn't feel like combing through memes. So I made a post! Comment to this post with your characters, who you want and an option from the list below, and I will start a thread. Shenanigans will ensue.

OPTIONS:

1 - Fluff
2 - Angst
3 - Crack
4 - Surprise Me!

IF YOU CHOOSE SURPRISE ME, it will probably be crack. Because I'm in that sort of mood.

Muselist is HERE and it's not completely updated, but I'm going to try and do that tonight. You may select SURPRISE for what character you want, but if you do it will likely be a crossover ship of my choosing. I don't really do M/M slash, but M/F and F/F are both fair game. Annnnnnnd that's it.

... Go, fight, win!

Comments

[hasperkynipples]

[Okay. This isn't what Dean wanted to do today.

Not that it ... ever is what Dean wants to do on any particular day if the day doesn't involve pie and hot sex with his sexy, sexy girlfriend. Instead his day usually involves some kind of screaming horror and getting covered in something awful. Standard life of a Winchester.

Today is one of those days. Only instead of blood or mud or whatever else, Dean is covered in cherry syrup. It's what happens when you get into a fight in a sundae shop. Madhura, man.

At the end of the day, there's two decapitated, blood sucking, gingerbread fairies, and Dean is covered in red goop and glancing over to Christine like he's not pleased. Because he's not.]

I'm sticky.

[hypospraying]

Tell me about it.

[ She's glowering at the two headless figures while holding a beat up metal chair. When the attack started and everyone fled the shop screaming, Christine stayed behind to help Dean. She wasn't sure what she was going to do, but she wasn't going to leave him outnumbered. So she'd taken a chair and started swinging. They'd managed to shove the chair back into her a few times, but beyond a bruised hipbone, she's unhurt.

She is, however, sporting a large chocolate sauce stain on one of her favorite blouses, chocolate sprinkles caught up in her swept up hair, and whipped cream on one elbow. Tossing the chair aside where it clangs on the floor, she hobbles up to Dean. ]

I hope that's sauce and not blood.

[ She drags a finger down the side of his face and sniffs the concoction, then licks her finger. ]

Cherry. You taste good, Sweetie.

[ Hey, this is better than her shaking and crying, right? She's becoming accustomed to the Winchester way. Shake it off, make jokes, and have "thank God we're alive sex" later. When they're not so sticky. ]

[hasperkynipples]

[Or, you know, they could help each other be not sticky. That's a pretty awesome option too. She did say he tastes good after all, and he tosses her a smirk in response to that. Of course he does.]

Thanks. But I could have done without the sundae skin treatment.

[hypospraying]

Could've done without my shirt getting a chocolate bath too.

[ She tugs the fabric away from her skin, lips curling in distaste. It's clinging to her with its stickiness. ]

We can't get into the car like this.

[hasperkynipples]

[Dean makes a bit of a face at that as well, before giving it a bit of a shrug.]

I've been in her in worse. She'll clean.

[hypospraying]

Then let's get outta here before the cops turn up.

[ She drops her shirt where it suctions itself back to her stomach. Ew. ]

Back door?

[ She's not sure if she's asking that because they can better slip away from the cops or because she doesn't want anyone to see her looking like this. Vain, thy name is Christine. ]

[hasperkynipples]

[He nods a bit in agreement. It was a shorter distance to get to the Impala that way.]

Back door.

[And with that, he's already nudging her out ahead of him.]

[hypospraying]

[ She crosses the sticky floor and out through the kitchen, finding the exit and cracking open the door with her arm against the bar to make sure it's safe. Once she's sure, she opens it more to let them both out. She's learned by now not to leave fingerprints behind. Any found in the shop can be dismissed as defending themselves in the panic, but prints on the back door suggest not wanting to be seen after decapitating two who-knows-whats. ]

I feel so disgusting. How do people do foreplay with food? I just want a shower.

[hasperkynipples]

[He smirks a bit at that, before moving out behind her.]

It's usually a lot more controlled. And doesn't involve killing something before you do.

[hypospraying]

Well I should hope not. And don't go giving me any examples.

[ She doesn't want to know about anybody he may have had food-related foreplay with. ]

D'you think there are any more of those things in town?

[hasperkynipples]

Actually, I was going to offer to show you, but we can discuss that later.

[He shakes his head as they make their way to the car and he pulls the door open for her.]

The nests aren't very big, if there's even a nest at all - mated pair, that's it. We got the two of them so everything should be safe.

[hypospraying]

Yeah, later.

[ Because she's too grossed out right now to even consider it. Hell, she might not be able to eat ice cream sundaes again.

She slips into the front seat, putting on her seat belt and shuddering and how sticky and uncomfortable she feels. ]

Good. At least no one died because of them.

[hasperkynipples]

At least there's that.

[He makes a face as he settles as well, and gets them back to the motel as soon as possible.]

[hypospraying]

[ She gets out of the car, looking like the most miserable person in existence. Once she gets inside, the clothes start coming off. ]

Ugh. This is the worst.

[ She pulls the clip from her hair and her hair unfurls, sending chocolate sprinkles to the carpet. Sorry, cleaning lady. ]

I love chocolate, but this is making me not want it for awhile.

[hasperkynipples]

[Dean smirks a bit as he starts shedding his clothes as well. he doesn't want to be wearing them any more than she does.]

Same. Just staying away from anything sweet.

[He glances back to her.]

You want the shower first?

[hypospraying]

Yes, please. At this point I'd probably drag you away from the door if you tried going first.

[ But despite saying that, she does come up close to kiss him. It's a quick peck on the lips. She'll be more thorough later when they're clean, but she wants to have this brief moment of affection since they could have lost their lives to gingerbread men. ]

Thanks.

[hasperkynipples]

[He closes his eyes into the kiss sinking into it for a moment, before letting her go.]

Just try not to use all the hot water?

[hypospraying]

I make no promises.

[ She backs up towards the bathroom door, smiling. ]

If I'm not out in ten, come join me?

[hasperkynipples]

[He smirks a bit at that before taking a few steps closer.]

Or I could come join you now? Make sure you get your back?

[hypospraying]

Oh, my back. That's a hard spot to reach.

[ She gives him a world class pout. ]

I don't want to miss a spot. Come help?

[hasperkynipples]

[He smirks a bit in return before nodding.]

It would be my pleasure.

[hypospraying]

[ She backs up towards the bathroom, hands outstretched to find the door frame so she doesn't smack right into it. Because, really, she doesn't want to take her eyes off of him and that sexy smirk of his. Her returning look may be a knowing one. Knowing that a lot of good things are to come.

Once she enters the bathroom, she works on getting her shirt off over her head. A few more sprinkles fall out of her hair and she tosses the shirt into the sink. It'll have to be soaked later. Then, instead of moving on to her pants, she instead closes the distance between them to offer a hand with his clothes instead.

She's a very helpful girl. ]

[hasperkynipples]

[Extremely helpful. He doesn't know what he would do without her. And once the clothes are shed and the water is on, he's giving her hand a playful tug and pulling them back into the shower where sexy, soapy things will happen.

After all, he wasn't kidding about helping her wash her back. He could definitely help with her front too.]