Monday - Animals ;)

[charlies_dragon]

Hiya *waves* I'm charlies_dragon, and I'll be your guest hostess for this week - please bare with me as I've never been a host for something like this before.

Today's theme is animals.

Doesn't matter what fandom or pairing you choose, so long as the prompt has something to do with animals in some form (song lyrics, links to websites/pictures, random little quote/saying, they're all good, so long as they relate to animals).

Please make things easier for the codemonkeys and their pinch-hitters, and code your prompts correctly:

Examples:
~ KANE RPS; kitty!Chris/Steve; let you're inner animal out
~ SGA; John/Rodney; Ancient-tech. induced species-swap
~ Supernatural/Leverage; Eliot/Dean; feline grace

Also, please make sure that you only have one prompt per comment as it makes it easier for everyone and gives you more chance of getting a fic in return for leaving the prompt :)

You can leave and answer as many prompts as you want to, or even write your own. If you don't see anything you fancy writing from the prompts left today, feel free to head on over to the Lonely Prompts page and see what takes your fancy from them ;)

You ready? Go forth and have FUN!

charlies_dragon

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[charlies_dragon]

KANE RPS; kitty!Chris/Steve; let you're inner animal out

[morgan-cian.livejournal.com]

Steve held Chris in his lap. His lover shivered in his arms, his bottom lip bitten red.

"It's okay, Chris, I'm not going to leave you." Steve's lips turned upward, "I've been waiting for this ever since I saw you the first time." Chris wouldn't meet his eye. "Let your inner animal out, let him come out to play with me."

Chris went very still, his ears slowly appeared like two velvet triangle on top of his head, the silky tail wrapped around Steve's naked thigh. Needle sharp teeth nipped at his throat.

"Oh yeah," He moaned as Chris' tail stroked over his cock, "Let's play."

[charlies_dragon]

SGA; John/Rodney; Ancient-tech. induced species-swap

[me-ya-ri.livejournal.com]

'This sucks,' Rodney thought as he sat and glared at John. 'This sucks so very, very bad and I know that it's your fault.'

John huffed at him, wagging his whiskers at Rodney as if to say that he had no idea what Rodney meant. His long ears twitched. He hopped closer to Rodney. His fur was fluffy and black and his eyes were soulful. His little cotton tail had a tuft of white on it. Rodney hissed at him, batting his nose.

"Do not be that way, Rodney," Radek said, running his hand over Rodney's back. "It is not Sheppard's fault that you have had yet another induced species-swap."

"Meeewwwwwww!" Rodney whined, his tail thrashing.

John sighed, his ears drooping and he curled in on his front paws. He looked at Rodney with a distinct pout. Radek petted him too, his hands smoothing over their backs with just the right firmness. Rodney calmed instinctively, starting to purr. He eventually batted at Radek's hand, chasing him back to work. John hopped over and leaned against Rodney. Rodney growled at him but let John hunker down by his side. After a minute John's bunny warmth had Rodney purring again. It could be worse he supposed. John could have become a lizard or a dog.

[charlies_dragon]

Supernatural/Leverage; Eliot/Dean; feline grace

Perfection (SPN/Leverage; Dean/Eliot; feline grace)

[hunters-retreat.livejournal.com]

There was something about his motions, a feline grace in the way he moved. Eliot didn’t understand it and he never would. Oh, he knew there were all sorts of things that referred to death and fighting as a dance, but he’d always been brought up rough and tumble. He reacted on instinct and impulse. Dean was something else.

When Dean moved, be it with gun or knife, flame or salt, water or earth, there was an echoing grace from around him, like the universe itself was bending to move with him. It wasn’t instinct that touched him so much as kinesthetic precognition that everything moved in it’s time and place, things that Dean could read as easily as breathing.

It was in everything he did, from gripping the steering wheel of the Impala, to throwing a match into a coffin, to how he moved now.

Eliot couldn’t help but follow Dean’s movements with eye and mouth, lip and tongue that trailed across skin even as his hands pressed him closer for a better taste. Dean’s hips moved, pistoning in and out of his body and all Eliot could do was moan at the perfection of it.

[asimaiyat.livejournal.com]

House, House/Wilson, puppy dog eyes

[nbaeker.livejournal.com]

Wilson hates this look.

He doesn't know how Gregory House has managed to understand a 'puppy dog look', let alone pull it off, but somehow he has managed to perfect the damn thing.

And Wilson is a sucker for it.

"Wilson, could you take out my trash?"

"Wilson, could you make me a coffee? Black, one sugar."

"Wilson, could you suck me off?"

It is this last request that Wilson is currently fighting.

Not because he dislikes doing this for House. They are lovers, after all.

No, he just hates that he's so easy to manipulate.

He considers these things even as he takes the other man's cock into his mouth. The contemplation ceases, however, as Gregory groans and pulls on Wilson's hair.

Maybe there's something to be said about House's puppy dog eyes after all.

[asimaiyat.livejournal.com]

Pushing Daisies, Emerson/Simone, "Down, boy."

[asimaiyat.livejournal.com]

Dexter, Dexter/Rita, adopting a pet

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

When he comes home that evening, he sees the puppy sitting beside the porch, just staring at him as he passes -- utterly at ease, as if he belongs there. He frowns, somehow ill at ease under the scrutiny of the animal's unyielding stare.

When Rita gets there an hour later, her reaction is much different than his.

She comes in, cradling the flea-bitten creature in her arms, bringing him right into the kitchen, a beaming smile lighting up every inch of her face.

"Dexter, look," she coos, and she might as well be holding a real live human baby for the tenderness and motherly affection in her voice. "He was just sitting outside... all alone."

"Yeah, I... saw him." Immediately Dexter regrets the confession when he sees the confused frown on her lips -- the look that tells him he's gotten something wrong again, but can't quite tell what it is. "Why isn't he outside now, again?"

"Dexter!"

Her tone is merely gently reproving, but he gets the distinct impression that she's more concerned with traumatizing the puppy than with being gentle with him.

"The kids will love him. All he needs is a flea bath and a trip to the vet..."

Dexter forces a smile, nodding. "Yeah. That's a great idea. Every kid should have a pet."

His response, though less than enthusiastic, seems to satisfy Rita, who hauls the puppy off to the bathroom. Dexter sighs as he sinks down in the recliner, closing his eyes and fighting off the beginnings of a headache.

It's just what he needs -- one more thing in his life that he has to pretend to care about.

[elebridith]

RPS, Chris/Steve, owl

[elebridith]

RPS, Goth!Chris/Goth!Steve, owl
*feels owlish*

[elebridith]

Angel the series, Spike/Lindsey, kitten

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Spike grins to himself as he leans on the door frame to the bedroom. Most of Lindsey's flat is shrouded in shadows, as homey to a vampire as he can make it. But there's one corner on the far side, out of the way and where only one chair gets a slant of the afternoon sun splashed across the seat.

Lindsey tends to sprawl out there, sometimes to nap and sometimes to start drawing a new song out of the strings on his guitar. Today, though, he's half curled over the arm, smiling and cooing at the little ball of fur curled on his chest. Gentle fingers stroke from nose to tail, and the little calico purrs contentedly.

"Found'm out back by the dumpster," Lindsey says quietly. "I think I'll keep'm."

"He'll need a name then," Spike says amicably.

Lindsey hums thoughtfully for a moment. "William, maybe." It's almost to himself, just barely loud enough for even Spike to hear, but he can tell the man's made up his mind.

He allows himself a moment to wonder what Angel would do, what he would think, if he knew that his big bad rival, the evil lawyer that nearly brought down Angel and Wolfram & Hart in one fell stroke, was really just a softie. The moment passes, and he pushes away from the wall to see how the kitten feels about a bowl of cream.

[asimaiyat.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, James/Remus, "Big Furry Head" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zLmw3k7S0Vo) by Amon Tobin. (that's a youtube link, hope that's allowed!)

[gaffsie.livejournal.com]

SGA, John/Ronon, a tiger in your tank

[charlies_dragon]

X-Men (cartoon 'verse if poss.); Wolverine/Gambit; alone, in the forest, with nothing but the birds for witnesses

FIC!

[maab-connor.livejournal.com]

so... this fic... went boom. i hope you like plotty porn. srsly.

TEASER!!

Logan walked into the med bay, seeking Hank. “Hey, you got a second?” he said quietly, not knowing if they were alone.

“Of course, Logan,” he took off his glasses and put down his inventory list as he turned to his friend. “It’s not often I see you down here, is there something you need?”

“Wanted to ask about the Cajun.”

Beast took a deep breath, weighing his options. “I believe that you should talk to Gambit about the specifics-“

“I don’t need specifics, my nose tells me plenty. I just need to know how long til the kid goes nuclear and we’ve got 90 hormonal teenagers hopped up on his thrall.”

“It’s impossible to say.”

“Not long though,” Logan said, unnecessarily.

Beast hummed in agreement.

“Nothin to it then, I’ll get him outta here. Just, uh, gimme a few hours headstart before you rat me out to Chuck?”

“Logan I’m surprised at you,” Beast scolded, “this would fall under treatment of a patient and as such it’s privileged information. Even from Professor Xavier.”

Logan smiled, nodded his thanks and left the med bay. He went right for Gambit’s quarters, taking the time to pull a few couples out of dark corners and threaten them and remind them that their headmaster happened to be a telepath. (http://maab-connor.livejournal.com/100819.html)

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, horse-riding

Horse-riding, Merlin, Arthur/Merlin

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Merlin cannot ride.

Okay, well, no – that isn’t technically true. Merlin can ride, up to and including a sort of shambling trot type of thing. Arthur also supposes Merlin would be able to ride a donkey or something, but the mere idea of Merlin going faster than said shambling trot type thing fills his mind with pictures of Merlin’s horse taking off over fields and streams, possibly leaving Merlin dumped in a broken heap in the dirt…

It’s really quite embarrassing to have a manservant who can’t ride, especially when Arthur is sent as an envoy to another kingdom to sign a peace treaty in his father’s name, and Merlin insists on coming with him, which, okay – good show of fealty and all that, but.

When the party from Camelot turns up at the borders or the gates of some other king’s lands, the crowned Prince Arthur at the head of the column, accompanied by his ever-clumsy manservant, who - naturally - insists on riding next to him…

(And, okay, yes, there was that time with the assassin and the crossbow bolt – and the time with the bandits – and the time with the ambush…but Arthur’s sure he would have been able to fend off every single attack without Merlin at his side. Really.)

…It doesn’t exactly give Arthur the image he’s sure he’s supposed to present to the general public and, oh, the hundreds of bickering kingdoms that fill the rest of Albion. He is, after all, crowned Prince – it’s not quite the done thing to be accompanied by a manservant who sits in the saddle like a sack of potatoes (or, well, he would – if potatoes had been discovered yet. But they haven’t, so he sits there like a sack of swede…or turnips. Arthur particularly hates turnips).

Which is probably why Arthur suddenly decides to take it upon himself to teach Merlin how to ride – or, at the very least, to sit up there and not embarrass me even more that you already do.

For some reason, Merlin wasn’t as properly appreciative of this as he should have been; Arthur had no idea why. After all, he was the best horseman in Camelot – surely that meant he’d make the best teacher as well?

Merlin was slightly more appreciative of the blanket Arthur pulled from his saddlebag and spread on the ground a few miles outside of the town walls in order to reward Merlin’s hard work. Not to mention his own hard work, of course – Merlin is a very difficult student.

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Being Human, George/Mitchell, your little pet

Your little pet, Being Human, George/Mitchell

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

None of Herrick’s group understands why he lives with George – why he’s even friends with him. Mitchell knows that some of them think he’s using George as a back-up food supply, a ‘just in case’ the pizza and the biscuits and the tea don’t quite hit the spot one evening.

Some of them – Seth included – think he keeps George around for the sex; a convenient body to fuck, and to fuck with, when he’s bored.

Well, they’d be half right…sort of.

Not even Herrick understands, although Mitchell never expected him to.

‘Your little pet’ – that’s how they think of George. Mitchell’s tame puppy, ready to sit and beg and play fetch as the whim takes him.

They don’t understand that George – lovely, sweet, innocent George – is what keeps Mitchell human, that George is what keeps him grounded to the world around him instead of the darkness that waits to reclaim him when he’s tired of playing house.

With George, Mitchell doesn’t think he’ll ever be tired of playing house.

It’s strange how a werewolf is his major link with humanity, that Mitchell can forget everything – the clans, the blood feuds, the blood lust, even Herrick – when George mocks his taste in reality TV shows or when George looks at him with so much trust in those innocent eyes…Sometimes Mitchell just wants to shake some sense into George and make him face up to the darkness in the world. He won’t, though – as much as the others see George as belonging to him, Mitchell knows that he’s tied himself to George so completely that it really could be the other way around.

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, not a dog person

[eleanorb.livejournal.com]

Being Human, Mitchell/George, obedience training

Obedience training, Being Human, Mitchell/George

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Sit.

George leans up against one arm of the sofa and lets Mitchell prop his legs up in his lap. Mitchell’s toes are always cold, although the rest of him is usually warm, and George thinks this is probably why he allows Mitchell to warm them like this.

Heel.

George follows Mitchell everywhere – everyone knows this. At the hospital they’re rarely far from each other and at home there’s always some kind of contact between the two. Annie’s seen looks pass between the two of them that would set the house on fire. She sometimes wonders how far George would go for Mitchell, just what he’d do if the vampire told him to.

Stay.

When Mitchell goes out in the evenings, though, George sometimes stays behind – curls up on the sofa with Annie and a mug of tea and a packet of biscuits, laughing at Big Brother or I’m A Celebrity…, but Annie can’t help but notice that every sound from the street outside has George’s attention snapping to the front door like lightning, his smile faltering at every false alarm for just a second before he turns his grin back to her again.

Roll over.

The first time it happened, it was three nights after Mitchell had saved George from Seth and his two brain-dead cronies. He had found himself outside the building that housed George’s new flat and he’d rung the bell before he knew just what he was doing. George had still been healing – the bandage that Mitchell had wrapped tightly around his ribs was still in place, but George had willingly let Mitchell press him down into the mattress, only rolling over onto his back when Mitchell pushed at him. He’d had a look of confusion in his eyes, then, but George had gone along with it, wrapping his legs around Mitchell as the vampire moved over and in him in that crappy little flat.

Beg.

Now George begs for it, offers up his throat along with his heart, promises anything as long as Mitchell will just keep moving, there, please. Mitchell looks down at George, so hot and tight around him, and he smiles because he knows he could no more refuse George in this or anything than George can stop himself from following Mitchell’s every lead.

[speccygeekgrrl.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Matt/Mohinder, grumpy as a bear

[speccygeekgrrl.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Sylar/Luke, birdwatching

Have some hilarity! Luke would seriously do this, though.

[moorishflower.livejournal.com]

"If you laugh one more time..."

"Okay, okay! God, sorry. Just..."

"It's a titmouse. There's nothing even remotely funny about it."

"Hkkg!"

"I can hear you."

"Sorry! Oh Jesus, um, tell me what that one is."

"That's a woodcock."

"..."

"I can still hear you."

"Heh. 'Cock.'"

"I hate you."

[speccygeekgrrl.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Matt/Daphne, the tortoise and the hare

[speccygeekgrrl.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Hiro/Ando, talking animal companions and why real life is cooler than anime.

bwah!!!

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

(you totally wrote this one with me in mind, didn't you?)

"Ryo-oh-ki." Ando drawled, leafing a hand through Hiro's hair.

"That hairy, mangy, disgusting thing?" Hiro's arms were crossed over Ando's chest and his head lolled to the side lazily. The rumpled sheets lay cool and clean around them.

"Oh, come on, Hiro. He's a cabbit that turns into a spaceship. How useful would that be?"

"It's ugly." Hiro wrinkled his nose. "Be a cat or be a rabbit, but don't be both at once. What about Mokona?"

"Mokona's useless," Ando sneered.

"Mokona has the power of a god!" Hiro declared, his eyes rounding.

"But he never uses it," Ando said. "He runs away until the battle is over. Why do you keep choosing animals from shoujo anime, anyway?"

"The stories are better," Hiro pouted, parting his arms to lay a kiss on the center of Ando's chest. "Fine, if you want a pet that's useful, how about Luna?"

"Artemis is cooler than Luna," Ando replied. "You could go out drinking with a guy like Artemis."

"But Luna is smarter. And her voice is cute."

"You know," observed Ando, "when I run my hand through your hair like this, it stands on end and you look like an anime character."

"Oh, really?" Hiro grinned, climbing his way up to rest on Ando's shoulder, kissing the curve of his neck. Ando groaned. "Which one do I look like? Kenshin? Son Goku? Naruto?"

Ando pulled him close to kiss him. "What's the name of that penguin with the mohawk?" he whispered into Hiro's ear. "From Evangelion?"

"I hate you."

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

RPS, Goth!Chris/Goth!Steve, pet

[morgan-cian.livejournal.com]

They loved to come to this particular club. Chris threaded his hand into Steve's blonde hair and drew him into a kiss.

"You ready?"

Steve bit his bottom lip and nodded.

"Kneel for me, pet." Steve's eyes lowered and he went to his knees gracefully. Neither one of them paid attention to people milling on the sidewalk. He clipped the leash to Steve's collar.

"Up, pet."

Chris mingled and took in the different demonstrations. He knew he would want to play later so he reserved a private room. "Make sure it has a sling."

"Yes, Master Kane." The sub scurried away.

There was plenty of time for that. There would be two demonstrations, one on flogging and one on puppy play. He found a booth with a view an sat. With his fingers on Steve's hip, he drew his lover into his lap.

Steve relaxed and went pliant in Chris' arms.

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Yes, sir." Steve's breathy voice against his neck made him shudder.

Yes, they would have a very good time later. He began to plot what all he would do when he had his pet naked and bound to the sling.

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

RPS/Leverage, Goth!Chris/Goth!Steve/Werewolf!Nate, growl

[sammynce.livejournal.com]

Spn Dom!Dean/Sam Punishing my puppy

[alldunn.livejournal.com]

As soon as they were through the door, Dean attacked. Held firmly down on the bed, Sam did not fight as Dean ripped Sam's clothes from him. Dean was so mad Sam could practically feel the anger scorching his skin. As scary as Dean could be like this, it did not stop Sam's arousal.

"What were you thinking, Sam?" Dean pressed full length against him, mouth so close, Sam felt the words before he heard them. "You know I always find out, so why try? Unless you wanted to be found out; wanted to be punished. Because bad puppies get punished, don't they?"

Sam nodded quickly. He knew better than to speak or disagree. Not with Dean in this mood. He could not help the small gasp though, when Dean wrapped his hand around Sam's cock and pulled hard. Dean worked quickly, roughly; practically pulling the orgasm out of Sam. Sam wanted to cry out, ask how this was punishment. Even with the pain, because of the pain, it felt too good to be punishment. Something about Sam must have given him away because Dean answered.

"This is not the punishment Sam. I'm doing this to get it out of the way so I can punish you." Dean smirked, "Enjoy this because it will be your last for a long while." Sam came, hard. His body one long line of intense pleasure. He was vaguely aware of Dean working his pulsing cock, wringing every last drop from him.

Aftershocks done, cock limp and incapable of responding, Dean crawled off the bed. Sam watched as Dean grabbed the special bag for their toys and scrounged around in it. Triumphant, Dean held his treasure aloft for Sam to see. Sam whimpered, limbs vainly trying to move him away.

"Shh, Sammy. It's okay." Dean's weight settled on his thighs holding him captive. Carefully, methodically, Dean trapped Sam within the chastity belt. "I take good care of my puppy. Reward him when he earns it. Punish him when he earns that, too." The lock closed with a loud snick that had Sam's body tensing before fully relaxing; giving everything over. "Today, my puppy needs to be punished."

Dean leaned in and gently kissed Sam, his hands a soft weight on the sides of his face. As Dean pulled back, Sam stared at Dean, waiting, hoping... and there it was. Dean's soft smile as he reached out and brushed a lock of Sam's hair out of his eyes. Sam did not watch as Dean returned to the bag and placed the items he wanted on the bed in close reach. Dean would give him what he needed and everything would be okay again.

[sammynce.livejournal.com]

spn John/Sam puppy eyes

[morgan-cian.livejournal.com]

"Shhhhh." John brushed the sweaty bangs off of Sam's forehead. "Almost done, sweet little pup."

He ran his hand over the warm skin of his son's trembling back, taking in the harness, the mitts, the cock cage. Just one finaly thing.

He lubed the small tight hole carefully. His youngest was still getting used to being taken, instead of the one to take. Hell, it took the both of them to keep Dean satisfied and purring like the slutty kitten he was.

The plug slid in smoothly, Sam's hole clenching around it dutifully. The long tail swung between muslced thighs.

He cupped his son's chin and lifted. He never could deny those sweet puppy eyes. He kissed him long and deep before clipping the leash to Sam's collar.

"Come on, pup, we've got a job to do."

[sammynce.livejournal.com]

Prison break/Spn Dean/Michael blowjob with kitty lick