Sunday Free For All

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

Yesterday was so much fun, it's time for some more!

Today, being Sunday, is another free for all. Any fandom, any pairing/grouping, any prompt. Bring on the RPS, the random fandom, the unconventional pairings! We wants it all!


Also, remember that we need you to help keep this comm working. We have hosts for the next two week, but we need more. If you can make an opening post with a theme for five days, you too can be a guest host. The post for signing up to do so is here. Have any questions? You can ask them there too and one of your crazy mods will get back to you.

So are you ready for another day of awesome?

Remember to format your prompts as follows:

For single fandom: Fandom, pairing, word/phrase
Example: RPS, JDM/Misha, punished

For a Crossover: Fandom/Fandom, pairing, word/phrase
Example: Criminal Minds/Numbers, Spencer Reid/Charlie Epps, academic acheivement

Ready? Set? Go!

Comments

[meredevachon]

Lotrips, Viggo/Orlando, wink

[denyce.livejournal.com]

“No, yeah, hold it right there.” Click

“Just.. . ah that’s good, just stretch into it…Beautiful!” Click

“Viggo, please….”

Click “don’t think I’ll ever tire looking at you like this, having you wink at me…” click, click, click.
“If you don’t put the damn camera down, and do something….

“Shhh…” Viggo paused his finger traced around Orli gapping hole, ready waiting to be filled again. No this was a sight he had to preserve. Click, click. “Patience. Now hold your position.”

Frustrated Orli moaned, but eased back into his stretch. Kneeling, legs spread wide, his torso flat and head supported by pillows. Arms stretched back, his fingers adjusted his hold as he kept his ass cheeks spread wide for Viggo’s inspection. Click. “That’s a good boy.” Click, click…

[meredevachon]

Oh, pretty pictures in my head. Thank you!

[idiosyncratic.livejournal.com]

Orlando should know better than to attempt to match the Kiwis in drinking games. He just didn't have the stamina for it, as Lawrence and Karl were always too happy to prove. That, however, didn't explain why Orlando was so sore when he woke up the next morning.

Granted, there was the usual hangover type of soreness, where he was convinced his head was going to explode or implode or something equally nasty and his stomach was going to come out through his nostrils. However, there was also the odd sore all over in places he shouldn't be sore in and just what had he been doing to make him feel like someone had made a pretzel of his body.

Mind you, there was that weird dream he'd had, but he was blaming that on the alcohol. After all, he just didn't look at Viggo like that and besides, Viggo was certifiably insane, and Orlando made a point to stay away from that type. At least he did in his sex partners, anyway. And the dream had been pretty bloody explicit, and why he thought Viggo was that athletic (or creative in bed, really) was a complete mystery, but still. Viggo. No, just no.

That still didn't explain the soreness of course. Or why every step felt like he'd pulled a muscle.

When he stepped into the make-up trailer a little later, Karl tried to cover his snickers by burying his face in a cup of coffee. Orlando just gave him a dirty look and gingerly sat in his chair. When Viggo walked in, Orlando hunched down and pretended to be invisible.

When Viggo caught his eye in the mirror and winked, Orlando shot straight up and blinked. "Oh, fuck me..."

"Yeah," Karl drawled, face still buried in his mug. "I'd say that sums up last night pretty well, mate."

[meredevachon]

LOL (and the kitty was not pleased that I woke her)

It'd be a shame not to remember a night like that, I'd think.