Thursday: Enemies
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badfalcon and this is my last day as your guest host. Thank you for having me! :)
Today's theme is about enemies. About how all that anger and hatred and tension coils up until there's nothing they can do and it comes out sexually. Because that's always fun!
Just remember to place them in the correct format:
Leverage, Nate/Sterling/Eliot, just once more
Star Wars/Firefly, Han Solo/Mal Renolds, one day they'd stop fighting....
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!
badfalcon and this is my last day as your guest host. Thank you for having me! :)Today's theme is about enemies. About how all that anger and hatred and tension coils up until there's nothing they can do and it comes out sexually. Because that's always fun!
Just remember to place them in the correct format:
Leverage, Nate/Sterling/Eliot, just once more
Star Wars/Firefly, Han Solo/Mal Renolds, one day they'd stop fighting....
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: 2010-06-24 06:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-24 07:00 pm (UTC)They have the young thief on his knees. With all his bravado and defiant eyes he still seems to end up there willingly enough. Sterling is fastening the last knot in the complicated rope-work holding him in position and Nate can feel himself stirring at the sight and at Sterling voice as he talks to the kneeling man.
“...got you well and truly caught this time, Eliot. Completely at our mercy once more. If I didn’t know better I’d say you wanted to be captured this time...” And Nate can see the guilty glint in Eliot’s eyes at the words. Maybe he’s not the only one who just can’t keep away.
They’d stripped him when they got to the room, tossed the unneeded clothes into a corner before Sterling took charge and so they’d ended up here. With a naked Eliot Spencer tied up with smooth black ropes. Nate steps up and cradles the young man’s chin in his hand, looking him in the eye.
“You want out you call the word Alaska. Ok?” Nate can see how Eliot clenches and unclenches his fist before nodding and he runs the pad of his thumb over his dry lips. “Say it for me.”
Eliot’s voice is already rough when he repeats the word and Nate feels a smile tugging at his lips. “Good boy” He pats the side of the thiefs head and damn if the growl he’s rewarded with doesn’t go directly to his dick. Sterling steps up behind him and presses close, sliding a hand in under his untucked shirt.
“So, Nate, where should we start today... think that fine mouth can take us both?” And Nate shivers and leans back. This is the last time. Really. But damn, he’s going to enjoy it!
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Date: 2010-06-24 06:24 pm (UTC)commentfic: Wasn't The First Time (Michael/Lucifer)
Date: 2010-07-24 11:09 am (UTC)Fic:
You're a monster, Lucifer.
Monster.
It wasn't the first time that you had heard him say those words to you.
It wasn't the first time that you had faced him, seeking only one thing ... only to have it be denied from the one person you loved most of all.
And I have to kill you.
It wasn't the first time that you tried to ignore him, tried to pretend that he had not said those words -- had not called you a -- a --
Monster.
It wasn't the first time that you had stood there, silently looking up at him and staring him right in the eyes, as he blamed you. Blamed you for everything. In his eyes, the fault could be no one else's.
The problems at home were only to be blamed on you.
Trouble with Father? Obviously it was your fault.
Brothers and sisters having trouble? Once again, the fault can only be placed at your feet alone.
It wasn't the first time he had seen things this way.
It wasn't the first time that he forced you away from him, glaring with nothing but disgust and hatred as he left you alone --
It wasn't the first time that he turned away from you when you had only sought out his help -- sought out his support.
You're a monster, Lucifer.
It wasn't the first time that he had uttered those words to you, that he had looked at you and rather than see a brother, had seen only an enemy.
And I have to kill you.
It wasn't the first time that you could see him look at you and know that he saw only a being that needed to be destroyed.
You're a monster.
It wasn't the first time that you had heard those words.
But that didn't make their cut hurt you any less ... this time.
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Date: 2010-06-24 06:29 pm (UTC)10 Things I Hated About You.
Date: 2010-10-21 04:43 am (UTC)Dean hates that Castiel is completely unhelpful.
Dean hates that Castiel, a freaking angel, is actually kind of a dick.
Dean hates that Cas apparently likes him.
Dean hates Cas's smirk when he tells him why he can't help him stop Sam from sleeping with Lilith.
Dean hates that Cas was sent to Angel reprogramming camp for trying to warn him of what was coming.
Dean hates that Cas dies fighting off an archangel for him.
Dean hates that Castiel wants his necklace so he can search for God.
Dean hates that Cas is the only person he can depend on.
What he hates more is that he doesn't hate him at all anymore, not even a bit, no matter how much he wants to.
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Date: 2010-06-24 06:33 pm (UTC)the line in grayscale - PGish, first person
Date: 2010-06-26 03:36 pm (UTC)Oh, the hate in your eyes, Dean. It’s beautiful. So tantalizing. You loathe me, and you don’t even remember why. I know that, too. Your life Above… nothing but half a faded memory, lost beneath me and Hell, my razor and the rack.
Don’t think I don’t know you’ll kill me, first chance you get. Down here, though, you can’t. This is my playground, my workroom. Here I am king, unchallenged and undefeatable. And you, sweetheart, you’re my heir. You’re my masterpiece.
You’ll get out of here, Dean. You’ll return to the Above world and you’ll see why your whole life has been a chessgame between Heaven and Hell.
You’ll still be my heir, my favorite, even after you’re the reason for my demise. And you can hate me for the rest of eternity, but it doesn’t matter. Because I’ve twisted you up enough that you can’t tell the difference between hate and love.
So hate me, boy. Hate me forever. I hate you, just as much.
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Date: 2010-06-27 02:56 pm (UTC)'Why am I here right now?' Dick looks at himself in the fog and dirty smudged mirror. He had a slight stubble on his face and a recently patched cut on his left cheek bone. He can see Jason laying back in the surprisingly large tub for such a small, cramped bathroom.
"Impolite to stare, Dick." Jason emphasized his name to make it sound more like an insult. The younger man was also worse for wear, heavy black and blue splotches spreading over his strong figure. The water was clear and steaming, so little obscured of his submerged body.
"Not much else to look at, Jason." Dick ran his hands over his nude upper body, he did his last inspection in the mirror before turning around to face his dead brother.
"I like the bath tub." Jason lifted his foot out of the water and wiggled his toes towards Dick.
This was one of Jason's safe houses, and Dick was against coming in here to hold up. Circumstances dictated otherwise, they needed a moment to rest and patch up. Dick was seething at the idea, relenting to come here just seemed wrong.
'I should just go now.' Dick thought as he stared at the spot right above the younger man's head. He could see the cracks in the yellowed tile as they ran up the walls and into peeling wall paper.
"You want to get in?" Jason smirked and flicked water over at the silent, former boy wonder, "Water's fine."
"No, I'm going to leave." Dick pushed off the sink and walked towards the paint chipped door.
"Stay..." Jason, with his surprisingly fast movements, grabbed the Dick's wrist as he moved by.
"Why?" Dick raised a brow as he looked down at Jason, though he was asking himself why he would even consider it.
Tugging in an almost childlike way, Jason managed to get Dick to lean down to his face. Dripping wet, Jason pressed his lips against Dick's chin. Dick reached his hand and let it tangle into the dark, wet hair and pushed his lips against Jason's.
"Why am I here....guess this is why."
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