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

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

SG1, Cam/Sam, sweat

[fyere.livejournal.com]

She doesn't feel the need to pretty herself up when he's around, dumb herself down, put on flower-patterned skirts and makeup and have perfect glossy nails. She'll get sweaty boxing him on the gym mats or trying to outrun him on the next treadmill over, and she knows that when he looks at her, it'll always be with an expression of admiration at how she knocked him on his ass with that punch or managed to go an extra few kilometers further than he did that afternoon, and he'll laugh at himself and push himself even harder next time, trying to outdo her. She likes that - that he doesn't hold back for her.

She likes that she can put on her oldest, baggiest workhorse jeans and bring her bike over and park it in his driveway, and he'll pull his car out alongside it, and they'll spend a Saturday with their toolboxes tinkering away. He'll slide out from under the car, rivulets of moisture running down his face in the heat, and point out, grinning, the stains smudging her face and her bangs, dirty like she always gets when she works on her bike. She'll point out that his fly is open. He'll accuse her of doing it when he wasn't looking, she'll innocently retort that it's easy enough to get him out of his clothes that she doesn't have to resort to subterfuge to make it happen, and they'll end up rolling around on his overgrown front lawn, laughing and grappling, scandalizing his neighbors. She likes that she can have fun with him.

Later on, he'll put an apron on and some mismatched candles on the table and cook them dinner. Later still, she'll strip off her flannel and denim, down to the pretty underwear underneath. She wears it for both of them, and lets him peel it off her if he wants, glad she's found someone who will brazenly shoot her point-blank on the paintball range and let her fix his car engine for him, and yet thinks she's a goddess in silk and lace and understands why she needs to feel like that sometimes.

She loves that she doesn't have to compromise any of herself for him, nor he for her. She loves that they understand each other.

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

*loves*

Awesome, thank you!

[fyere.livejournal.com]

You're welcome! :D That prompt's been sitting at the top of the list for quite a while; felt like it needed some love.

[sid]

and yet thinks she's a goddess in silk and lace and understands why she needs to feel like that sometimes

Awesome line! Loved this, and how much fun they have and how well they fit together.

[fyere.livejournal.com]

Thank you! The two of them seem to get along great in their professional lives so I figure it would extend to everywhere else. :D

[colls]

I should be working, I'm over here sneaking awesome tidbits that you write... this is my favorite one of the day! :D