forgive my mouth

I’m working on a fic deadline, so what does that mean? Yeah, I’ve been reading fic, instead of writing it. Mostly Supernatural because you people will not stop posting recs! I mean, I’m determined to remain on the periphery of this fandom, only indulging in the discussion and fic my f-list feeds me, which *coff* of course includes the recs you post in your journals, as well as checking out the other fic those authors have written, right? Right?! *shakes affirmative answer out of f-list*

due South Fic Rec: Haven by Aristide and Mairead Triste (Fraser/RayK; NC17; post-CotW) Every night, in the warmth of their shared bed, Fraser would reach out to him, would put just the tips of his fingers somewhere--neck, wrist, chest, the inside of his elbow, somewhere--and all of Ray's crazy restlessness would just drift away. He dreamed of moving: running, climbing up or down, jumping off things, sometimes dancing, but his body stayed still, stayed where Fraser needed him to be.

Mag7 Fic Rec: Quiet by sara_merry99 (Chris/Vin; NC17; OW) So when he and Chris were together they had to be quiet. Quieter than mice. No bed rocking. Not a single grunt or groan to give them away.

Numb3rs Fic Rec: Soft, Sweet, Thick by neur0vanity (Don/Charlie; NC17) Ficlet inspired by this quote: "All the things I really like to do are either illegal, immoral, or fattening." - Alexander Woollcott

Supernatural Fic Recs:

Bad Blood and Bad Company by astolat (Sam/Dean; NC17) "Fuck me or I'm going to die isn't the world's best pickup line." "I've heard worse," Dean said. "You've used worse," Sam said.

Binding by astolat (Sam/Dean; NC17; spoilers for Born Under a Bad Sign) He stopped, staring at the blood on Dean's fingers. Dean stared back while Sam slowly lifted the washcloth away from his own chest. The blood wasn't running anymore; Dean could see the cut closing up already. "Jesus, Bobby," he whispered. "What did you do to us?" "I'm sorry, Dean," Bobby said, low and tiredly. "Had to be done."

Finger on the Trigger one, two, three and four by slcross (Sam, Dean, Ash; PG13; post-Nightshifter) Sam had dozed off by the time Dean had placed the guns back in the Impala’s trunk. He drove the car away from the motel, found a rarely used logging trail and hid it in some brush. He was feeling especially paranoid lately and not willing to take any chances. Covering his tracks, Dean began to hike back to their room. When he got to the main road he saw a cop car pass by and his alarms went off.

Go the Other Way by sevenfists (Sam/Dean; NC17; cross-dressing) When Sam first suggested the cross-dressing, Dean thought he was joking. But no. He should have remembered that Sam's sense of humor didn't exist.

Hopeful Monster part one and part two by monster_of_hope (Sam/Dean pre-slash; PG13) Dean had the important thing nailed. When the Neanderthals came for his hopeful monster, he’d take them the fuck down.

Moderation Itself by sevenfists (Sam/Dean; NC17) So just leave, then, if that's what you fuckin' want to do——" Dean said, and Sam slammed his hand down on the table and yelled, "Yeah, well maybe I will," and Dean said, "Fine," and Sam said, "You fucking asshole, I hope you rot in hell," and the next thing Dean knew, it was two days later and he was driving toward the Gulf, alone in the Impala for the first time in what felt like about ten million years.

Imperfectly part one, part two, and part three by zooey_glass04 (Sam/Dean; NC17; future!fic) Sam's face blossoms into a smile, a real, complete Sammy smile that makes the scar almost invisible to Dean. He pulls Dean down onto the bed and they're suddenly tangled together, laughing and crying and mouths mashing together, because they haven't got the white picket fence or the wife and babies, or any of the happy, normal scenes they see driving through suburban streets, but anyone who thinks that leaves them with nothing's a fool. And Dean Winchester's no fool.

Motivational by antiship (Sam/Dean-ish; R) Sam woke up with a splitting headache and his cell phone going crazy on the bedside table. Dean was up, his bedcovers tossed half on the floor, but Sam could hear the hiss of a shower running. With a grunt, he fumbled for his cell and took the call. "Sam! Hey, maybe you don't remember—it's Andy. Andy Gallagher." Sam did remember, very clearly. Andy wasn't exactly the kind of person you forgot easily. Sam didn't say that, though. He just sat up a little in the bed and grunted, "Hey Andy, what's up?" "Well, remember you told me to call if I ran into anything to do with…my abilities, or anything like that? I think I found another person like me." "Are you serious?"

My Brother, My Killer by slcross (Sam/Dean; NC17; angst) “You’re killing me here,” Dean whispered, his voice rough. “I swore we’d never do this again.”

Seventy-Six Trombones Played Gloria Gaynor by teand (Sam/Dean pre-slash; PG13; cross-dressing) He didn't look like a woman -- he had way too much muscle for that. He didn't even look like a drag queen. He looked like Dean in a lime-green mini-dress and for reasons that were not entirely clear to Sam, Dean in a lime-green mini-dress looked like sex on a stick.

Someone Else’s Blood by sevenfists (Sam/Dean; NC17) By the time it finally got him in trouble, he'd been doing it for so long that it was a reflex, just another way for him to brush people off or cause trouble. He'd stopped worrying about it; he didn't think Sam would ever find out.

Thanatopsis by lunabee34 (Sam/Dean; NC17; character death) Dean whispers, “I’m sorry,” into Sam’s neck when he comes, and he hopes Sam’s forgiveness will cover the wrongs he cannot name.

Waiting Games by nutkin (Sam/Dean; NC17) Sam sits all the way up in bed, like he's forcibly shoved out of the vision - halfway off his pillow before his eyes even open, the bedsprings clanging under him. The sirens and voices are still ringing in his ears, but there's nothing in the chilly little motel room. Just the sounds of Dean's breathing and the faint tapping noise in the walls of the air conditioner turning over. He's vaguely aware of how hard his heart is beating, of the dull ache pounding through his skull, but it seems very secondary to the fact he can still see it, bright and real. Smoke in his hair, the shooting pain down his left arm, and Dean kissing him like he was going to make everything all better.

Whole Lotta Love by monster_of_hope (Sam/Dean pre-slash, includes Sam/OFC, Dean/OFC; NC17) Sam was breathless even before understanding why. Dean knew they were watching and was getting off on it.

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Numb3rs Vid Recs:

What Hurts the Most by cpwatcher (Don/Charlie)

SG-1 Vid Recs:

Hanging By a Moment by xsacrifice (Jack/Daniel)

In My Life by fiareynne (Jack/Daniel)

My Best Friend by fiareynne (Jack/Daniel)

What Hurts the Most by fiareynne (Jack/Daniel)

ETA: Apparently all SG-1 vids have been removed from YouTube.