Friday Free For All
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comment_ficAnd here we are, another Friday and another Friday Free For All
Any prompts, any pairing, any fandom. The only limit is your imagination!
Just remember to place them in the correct format:
RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, crawling towards the kitchen for coffee
Criminal Minds/White Collar, ensemble, he fits the profile
Please be kind to our codemonkeys, only three prompts per fandom, and only five prompts. If one of them is filled, you can go ahead and post another. Play fair!
And if you don't see anything that you like, you can always go through our Lonely Prompts
Have fun!
Any prompts, any pairing, any fandom. The only limit is your imagination!
Just remember to place them in the correct format:
RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, crawling towards the kitchen for coffee
Criminal Minds/White Collar, ensemble, he fits the profile
Please be kind to our codemonkeys, only three prompts per fandom, and only five prompts. If one of them is filled, you can go ahead and post another. Play fair!
And if you don't see anything that you like, you can always go through our Lonely Prompts
Have fun!
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Date: 2010-02-05 06:32 pm (UTC)White Collar/Leverage, Neal/Parker, Peter wanted Neal to date someone normal but Parker wasn't what
Date: 2010-05-03 12:27 am (UTC)Peter and El arrived first, waiting outside. "Look, there they are," El said with a nudge towards her husband's side.
Following her gaze, Peter caught sight of Neal--dark pants, white shirt, black coat, his usual hat-- who looked dashing as usual. Next he saw the blond attached to Neal's arm--petite, fair skin, blue eyes...and something familiar in the agile way she walked. The recognition hit Peter a moment later. "Shit."
El raised an eyebrow. Peter never cursed unless it was important. "Something wrong?"
"I told him to find a normal girl." Peter bit his lip, wondering if they could cancel before things got awful.
"She looks nice," El said, not understanding what the problem was.
Neal and his date stopped in front of the pair before Peter could explain. "Peter, El, this is my date, Parker."
Parker smiled and gave them a little wave. "Hello."
"Excuse us for a minute." Peter pulled Neal off to the side a few feet, putting his back to the two women. "Neal... Parker is insane. I told you to date a normal girl."
Neal shrugged. "We're taking baby steps, Peter. Besides, she's not stealing for a living anymore, and she isn't quite as crazy as she used to be."
"We'll see." They went back to their respective women and lead them into the restaurant.
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Castiel has been working Dean over for over half an hour now, unmaking him with clever, curious hands and his sinfully slick mouth, until Dean is almost insensate with pleasure. The air inside the motel room is like a furnace; Dean’s breath rasps in his dry throat, voice hoarse with twenty minutes of heartfelt begging and his skin sticky with sweat and spit. He’s said Castiel’s name so many times that it feels foreign on his lips, his pleading reduced to a broken litany of please and fuck as he twists and squirms. He can’t remember ever being this out of his mind with desire, to the point where it’s starting to feel like torture, all this pleasure without the promise of an end.
“Cas,” he says, “fuck.”
Castiel hums contentedly against Dean’s skin, busy melting his mouth to the bumps of Dean’s ribs through his skin, tongue moving delicately, like he’s tracing the sigils carved into the bone. It takes no conscious thought on Dean’s part to thread his fingers through the damp strands of Castiel’s hair, to try and direct his mouth somewhere more pleasurable. “Cas, c’mon. Please.”
Castiel catches Dean’s wrist and pulls it away, and Dean groans in disappointment.
“Patience,” Castiel chides him, abandoning his task to return Dean’s arm to its rightful place at the head of the bed. He’s done it several times since they started, always with maddening patience and care, right down to the way he smoothes Dean’s hand out, palm-up on the pillow. His fingertips follow the line of Dean’s muscle down through his wrist, past his elbow and bicep, with gentle precision, and Dean twitches ticklishly under the pressure.
Dean forces himself to focus when Castiel’s other hand slips under the pillows and returns with his hunting knife, the shine of it strange and menacing in the gloom. Suddenly, the covetous movements of Castiel’s fingertips take on a more ominous connotation. “Cas, what—”
“Shh,” Castiel hushes him and sits back comfortably against Dean’s hips, smearing sticky pre-come between them both, warm skin brushing the head of Dean’s dick. Dean can’t help but rock up into him, a whine trapped in his throat, his feet slipping on the bed as Castiel remains deliberately immoveable.
“Shh,” Castiel repeats. “Let me do this.”
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Date: 2010-02-05 06:39 pm (UTC)My Little World is Yours 1/2
Date: 2010-02-07 11:43 am (UTC)He feels as if his entire body is tight and on fire, like something in his stomach is trying to eat its way out of him.
Then he drifts off.
*
He hears voices when he wakes up.
--don't know what to do. He's bleeding and it won't stop and oh God, Sammy...
... an ancient curse, designed to destroy him from the inside out. Dean, I'm sorry...
Then he's dead to the world again, floating in cold darkness.
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The next time he wakes up, he notices two things: he's still in the bed and he's not in pain anymore.
He tries to sit up but stops when a dry voice tells him, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
So he lies back down and turns his head in the direction of the voice. It's the Trickster.
Gabriel is sitting at the edge of the other bed chewing thoughtfully on a chocolate bar. He tosses the wrapper into the garbage bin and makes his way over to Sam. He sits down beside him and brings his hand up. Sam winces and draws away on reflex, but all the Archangel does is smooth his hair gently.
"Your brother's angel called me over when he couldn't break the curse."
"W-What happened?"
"Apparently you were being an idiot, as per usual. Jumping in front of a Pagan goddess and calling her a witch? Even I find that offensive." Gabriel snorts but his hand is still on Sam's face. It's a nice feeling, he decides. "You're lucky you didn't die right off the bat. I guess she wanted you to suffer as long as possible." Sam's not sure if he's imagining it or not, but Gabriel's eyes darken at that. There's something terrifying behind them.
"Where's Dean?" he rasps out.
"Getting food with Cas. Took me a while to convince him I wasn't going to hurt you. Because apparently saving you from death isn't a good enough reason to leave me alone with you."
All Sam can say to that is, "Thank you."
Now Sam is definitely imagining it when he sees Gabriel's eyes soften. "Sleep, now." he whispers, like the words are a lullaby, and taps his forehead with his fingers.
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