Tuesday Het

[meredevachon]

I hope y'all had fun with yesterday's Real Person Fic celebration of porniness. I know I did.

But today is another day, and that means it's time for a new theme to set the mood. Het, to be specific.

So whether that's every guy grab your girl or rule number seven says don't touch the women, but they can grab whatever they want to, it's time for some guy/girl fun.

Any fandom (or original), any M/F, M/F/M, F/M/F, etc. pairing/grouping, any prompt. Crossovers and genderswaps are always good, too.



Remember to format your prompts as follows:

For single fandom: Fandom, pairing, word/phrase
Example: SPN, Sam/Sarah, laugh

For a Crossover: Fandom/Fandom, pairing, word/phrase
Example: SPN/SGA, John Winchester/Janet Frazier, gruff

And for those of you who think "Het! Icky!!!" or even just "I can't write Het!" there are always the lonely prompts just waiting for someone like to find them and give them a second chance at porn.

Comments

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Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Buffy/Angel, candlees

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"Why did you stay away?"

Angel stared into the darkness, trying to catch again the shine of light on her hair. "I didn't want to hurt you," he said, swallowing once, twice. She was so close, the scent of lavender taunting his nose.

"You won't hurt me," he heard her whisper.

He wanted it to be true. But he knew the truth was something boiling, something tamped down in his soul like magma trapped under volcanic rock. He could hurt her. He wanted to. Wanted to clutch that slender throat tight between his fingers, feel the pulse of her life pumping inside his grip. But not the way he'd once wanted a woman, or a man even, it hadn't mattered then as long as the blood was fresh and hot and quenched his thirst. He wanted this slip of a woman-child now the way he'd wanted serving girls and wenches before that night he became a demon, a monster. He wanted to take her by her waist, his hands cupping her hips, twisting her up and open to him. He wanted her the way a man wanted a woman... And it could never happen. Not again. He could not risk loosing his soul in that one moment of perfect bliss. The cost was too great. He was meant to suffer...had to suffer.

"You know we can't do this, Buffy," he said, hating he words even as he spoke them.

"You can't be happy," he heard her say off to his left. He turned his head instinctively to face her. "But I can."

The kick caught him hard in the jaw. He fell, smashing his head against the floor.

She was on him, straddling him, when he woke up, and she was naked.

"What are you doing?" he gasped, struggling to get up. He tried to raise his arms but they were trapped, chained to the wall above his head.

"Don't bother," she laughed. "You've not going anywhere." Angel watched a wicked grin light her face. But how? Where had the light come from? It had been so dark before...

And that's when he realized what was happening. Buffy, his beautiful, perfect Buffy held a candle in her hand, the flame dangerously close to his chest. He didn't have to ask what she was planning.

"I've waited too long to work out your 'I'll-lose-my-soul-if-I'm-every-truly-happy' problem," she laughed. "I need to be happy too!" Angel flinched as the edge of the flame touched his skin.

"You plan to torture me while you're fucking me?" he asked, knowing the answer.

"A girl's got to do what a girl's got to do," she leered, running the edge of candle down his chest, and down, down.

He glanced around and realized they were lying on the stone floor, both naked, him chained, surrounded by a sea of flaming candles. It was going to be a long night.

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Charmed, Piper/Leo, cartoons

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*ooh...I've never written Charmed before*

The television is still playing some cartoon, but Wyatt's asleep and the house is empty other than her and Leo and that's as good as it gets these days, and damn it, but she's going to take advantage of it.

He smiles against her skin, easing a finger inside her panties and she can't help but look over her shoulder, half expecting her sisters to come barging in...but then he's moving up, sliding into her and she forgets her sisters and the cartoons and even Wyatt, head back as she arches up to meet his thrust.

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Doctor Who, Captain Jack/Rose, dancing

Champagne

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The sound of bombs going off echoed in the background as the twosome danced. He had a beautiful woman in his arms, and she was smiling at him. He could still feel the bubbles of champagne on his lips.

He should have done more. He could have kissed her, made love to her. There were so many choices he hadn't picked and he regretted now. At the same time he had his wonderful memory that was perfect and complete in itself.

He could still smell her hair. See that damn union jack on her chest. She had had such a sparkle in her eye. He'd saved her life and romanced her, the perfect date in Jack's opinion.

He kept his mind on this moment of peace as dirt filled his mouth again. He was suffocating for what was likely the thousandth time. He was buried deep under the ground dying and living in an endless cycle. His only hope lay in his hand, a single thoughtful gift from his fellow captain.

At least this time he could taste champagne.

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Harry Potter, Harry/Ginny, happiness

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In the end, it came down to the little things...tiny moments of happiness he found in her smile, in her eyes, in the way she made him smile despite the pain...and there was pain...there was so much they had lost...

But as Ginny slipped into their bed, her body warm, her stomach just beginning to show the signs of their first child, Harry lets himself let go a little, abandoning his guilt to surrender to her love.

(*okay, not porny...best I could do I'm afraid with this fandom!)

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NCIS, Gibbs/Abby, night

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"Abby?"

Abby looked up, her chin rising off her bent knees. She smiled slightly and then rested her chin on her knees again, her arms tightening around her bent legs. "Yeah?"

"You coming inside?"

Abby shook her head slowly. "Not right now."

Gibbs sighed softly and sat down next to Abby on the worn wooden bench. "You cold?"

Abby smiled and tilted her face up to his, shrugging. "Maybe a little."

Jethro eased up against her side, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and snugging her up against his heat. "Better?" he asked quietly.

Abby nodded. "Thanks."

Jethro nodded. "Are you going to come back inside?"

"In a minute."

Silence descended and Abby listened to the crickets chirp. Closing her eyes, she sighed softly.

"What is it?" Gibbs asked, nudging her a little with his arm.

"The night, Jethro," she answered. "The night is so beautiful. I hate to waste it by sleeping."

Jethro chuckled. "So who said we have to sleep?"

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the nightmare before Christmas, jack/sally, moonlight

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They belong in the moonlight, this pair. He with skull bones turned up in a permanent grin, she created from mismatched scraps of cloth stuffed with leaves and lightning.

Together they would walk in the forest, across the pumpkin patch, through the graveyard, always in the moonlight.

The sun would find them abed, dreaming of whatever it was that no longer animate bones and leaves dream of.

Theirs is a strange kind of love. In a town that trades on fear, trick over treat, it is a rare and alien thing, but it is there none-the-less.

They will never mention it, but in their own small ways they convey their affection with gestures and kindnesses and a total absence of fear.

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Torchwood, Gwen/Owen, ocean

Torchwood, Gwen/Owen, ocean

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Gwen is as unknowable as the ocean and as dark as its depths. Dangerous, too. Owen knows that he'd get lost in her given the chance. When she kisses him it steals the breath from his lips and leaves him floating, stranded and lost. He clings to her firm, pale hips as he drives inside her - slow, careful, needy.

Her fingernails dig into his shoulders and her breath chants past his ear like the waves. Owen, Owen, Owen, she whispers. She feels amazing as he loses himself in her heated embrace.

And when she tightens around him he feels so powerful, so strong - but the lovesick ache in his chest reminds him that man is always at the mercy of the sea.

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Supernatural, Sam/Jessica, sugar

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She's like a sugar-high.

Her hands slide across his broad chest and he feels a bit light-headed. It is amazing that she still can reduce him to this. He is rock hard from her teasing, and the anticipation she's stirring is driving him mad.

He reaches a hand to stroke her hair and she smiles at him just before lowering her head to him. And then it's all wetheattonguehumwetheattonguehum and he is lost to it.

And then she's stopped and he gives a groan of protest before she's straddling him and all his mind can do is say moremoremoremoremore as she begins to ride him. His thoughts are focused only on her, on the high she gives him as she bites his shoulder when she's coming.

As they lay sated, he presses kisses to her eyelids, cheeks, and lips. If she is sugar, he is indelibly addicted to her.

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Thanks!

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Firefly, Simon/Kaylee, strawberries

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It had taken a bit of bartering, a little sweet talking and some out and out lying for Simon to get them, but in the end he'd been successful. He tucked his treasure into his pocket and headed back to Serenity, one hand resting on the package the entire way.

It took him a few minutes once he got back to find Kaylee, but he finally cornered her coming out of the cockpit. He smiled when she grinned at him and pulled the package out of his pocket.

"I got you something."

"Aww, Simon, you shouldn't have." She took the package and began carefully opening it. Her eyes went wide, and she looked back up at Simon for a moment before throwing her arms around his neck, package firmly in one hand.

"Oh, Simon. Fresh strawberries!"

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Throwing a completely different fandom out there:

Final Fantasy X, Tidus/Yuna, sunrise

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(sorry it's a little sad)

Above them the stars began to fade as the sun slowly rose over the horizon, the sky filling with shades of purples, pinks and orange.

“It’s beautiful,” Yuna gushed, leaning further into Tidus’s side, her summoners staff laying beside them, his sword close by as well, here, now, there would be no danger.

“You’re beautiful” he said turning to look her in the eye. They were the words she longed to hear over and over again, whispered over her pale flesh like he was worshipping her, his hands followed, sending chills down her spine and making her toes curl in pleasure from his gentleness.

He cupped her cheek, caressing gently with a thumb before kissing her softly, sweetly. Before them the sun slowly rose, setting the ocean afire with bright colors.

This was perfect, heaven, and all hers, she never wanted this moment to end. Of course though it had to, this was only a dream after all, one she never got to actually experience and each morning she’d wake up with tears streaking down her face, heart heavy and needing Rikku to cheer her up.

For now though, for this moment her world rose and set with him, like the sun rose and set over Spira.

*posts with gratuitous icon*

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Awwww. Poor baby - X2 Yuna always struck me as being very much in need of cheering up. Very sweet between the two of them, but very bittersweet with the "just a dream" bit. I like it - thanks bunches!!

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RPS, Chris Kane/Samantha Ferris, Rule #7

[meredevachon]

Sam tugged on the last knot, making sure it was secure. She didn't want it slipping before she was done, no matter how much Chris struggled. Stepping back, she took in the whole image, pleased with her handiwork.

Chris knelt at her feet, naked, bound and gagged, with his knees spread and his arms tied behind his back. She trailed her fingertips up his spine and across those broad shoulders and he shuddered, leaning into the caress. Then he turned to look over his shoulder at her.

"Stay still."

When he didn't stop moving quickly enough for her, Sam tangled her hand in his hair and pulled back hard enough to get his attention… and make his thighs tense and quiver as he tried to keep his balance.

"I said stay still. This is what you wanted, right? You don't get to touch."

Chris did his best to nod in spite of her hold on his hair.

"You're the one who made the rules. Now you have to follow them." Sam slid her free hand down Chris' chest, slow… teasing… testing, and when he didn't try to move, she let go of his hair to whisper low in his ear.

"So many things I could do to you. And you'd let me, wouldn't you? Decisions, decisions. Full mouth. Tight, firm ass. Strong arms. All just begging for my touch. And then there's your cock, so beautiful the way it curves up from your body. And all I want to do is grab it; rough, quick strokes that leave you breathless with need, until all you can think about is slipping inside me. And that's the rule, right? I can grab whatever I want to."

Chris practically vibrated with the effort of remaining still, a low growl coming from deep his chest not dampened by the gag.

"And right now, what I want… is you."

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"Ah, ah, ah," she murmured, and grasped his wrists tight.

"But..."

"No." With a firm grip, she pulled his hands over his head again, curled his fingers around the slats in the headboard. "Those stay there."

"C'mon..."

"No," she repeated, and rolled her hips. The movement had him arching, gasping, and there was a faint cracking as his hands tightened on the wood.

"Sam," he groaned, head back, eyes closed, struggling for control as she rode him slowly. Each time she sank down on his cock tested his will power until he was ready to beg.

"No," she whispered, bending to lick a long stripe up the side of his neck, muscles tightening around him as she rocked.

"Please?"

She just shook her head and smiled. "House rules," she said, and chuckled when he growled at her.