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storypaint) wrote2008-07-01 11:20 am
storypaint) wrote2008-07-01 11:20 am
Around Her Little Finger (Dean/Triana)
Comm: porn_battle on IJ (But I missed the deadline and also there's no sex.)
Length: 281
Prompt: Dean/Triana, dominatrix.
Fandom: Venture Brothers
Title: Around Her Little Finger
Author: rhap-chan
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Triana; Dr. Venture
Rating: PG for sexual themes
Disclaimer: The Venture Brothers belong to Jackson Publick, Doc Hammer, [adult swim], and related companies. All fanfiction archived here is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: "My son!" he said expansively, downing another cup of coffee and slapping Dean on the back. "Got lucky last night, I take it? I recognize the shell-shock. You're surprised you're so good, eh?"
When Dean stumbled back into the compound the next day with his eyes wide and his shirt half-untucked, Dr. Venture grinned. In fact, he grinned wider than was necessary because he had been up all night inventing someting new and had realized at 4 A.M. that it was a can-opener. He'd taken a diet pill and some Valium and was actually feeling pretty good about the whole thing. Maybe he could patent it as an easy-to-use murder weapon.
"My son!" he said expansively, downing another cup of coffee and slapping Dean on the back. "Got lucky last night, I take it? I recognize the shell-shock. You're surprised you're so good, eh?"
Dean nodded uncertainly and Dr. Venture handed him a cup of coffee. He stared into space and didn't drink it.
"Dad?"
"Yes, son?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"I don't give out my secret techniques for seducing women, Dean. Except for one-- strong wrists. Remember that."
"That wasn't what I wanted to ask, Dad," Dean said. He hesitated.
"Well, do tell, my boy."
"Well... what's a dominatrix?"
Dr. Venture grinned even more broadly. "Ahaha!" He clapped Dean on the back again and the boy winced. "That lipstick, I should have realized. I mean, I wondered, but..."
"Dad?" Dean asked, interrupting his father's wildly inappropriate fantasies.
"A dominatrix likes to tie men up and abuse them before sex," his father replied.
"Before sex-- I was supposed to get sex? She just tied me to her bed last night and left. Mr. Orpheus untied me this morning."
Venture peered at his son for a moment and then smacked himself in the forehead. The boy was a Venture, all right. God help him.
Length: 281
Prompt: Dean/Triana, dominatrix.
Fandom: Venture Brothers
Title: Around Her Little Finger
Author: rhap-chan
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Triana; Dr. Venture
Rating: PG for sexual themes
Disclaimer: The Venture Brothers belong to Jackson Publick, Doc Hammer, [adult swim], and related companies. All fanfiction archived here is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: "My son!" he said expansively, downing another cup of coffee and slapping Dean on the back. "Got lucky last night, I take it? I recognize the shell-shock. You're surprised you're so good, eh?"
When Dean stumbled back into the compound the next day with his eyes wide and his shirt half-untucked, Dr. Venture grinned. In fact, he grinned wider than was necessary because he had been up all night inventing someting new and had realized at 4 A.M. that it was a can-opener. He'd taken a diet pill and some Valium and was actually feeling pretty good about the whole thing. Maybe he could patent it as an easy-to-use murder weapon.
"My son!" he said expansively, downing another cup of coffee and slapping Dean on the back. "Got lucky last night, I take it? I recognize the shell-shock. You're surprised you're so good, eh?"
Dean nodded uncertainly and Dr. Venture handed him a cup of coffee. He stared into space and didn't drink it.
"Dad?"
"Yes, son?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"I don't give out my secret techniques for seducing women, Dean. Except for one-- strong wrists. Remember that."
"That wasn't what I wanted to ask, Dad," Dean said. He hesitated.
"Well, do tell, my boy."
"Well... what's a dominatrix?"
Dr. Venture grinned even more broadly. "Ahaha!" He clapped Dean on the back again and the boy winced. "That lipstick, I should have realized. I mean, I wondered, but..."
"Dad?" Dean asked, interrupting his father's wildly inappropriate fantasies.
"A dominatrix likes to tie men up and abuse them before sex," his father replied.
"Before sex-- I was supposed to get sex? She just tied me to her bed last night and left. Mr. Orpheus untied me this morning."
Venture peered at his son for a moment and then smacked himself in the forehead. The boy was a Venture, all right. God help him.
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