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

[idiosyncratic.livejournal.com]

Unzipping the bag, Parker upended it over the bed. Eliot just watched. She had a plan, but he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know what it was. Then she turned him, faint smile crossing her lips, eyes not quite meeting his.

Each movement was methodical, slow, and before he quite knew it, his clothes lay folded in a chair and he stood before her, naked. It helped that she was just as naked. "You ready?" she asked, but didn't give him a chance to answer.

His back met the mattress, and the smell of ink and old paper filled his nostrils. There was a split second for him to gather his thoughts, and then she was over him, on him, sinking down on his cock with all the skill of a professional. Eliot had to grit his teeth to keep from coming as she took him completely, her sheath wet and so incredibly tight around him.

Then she stopped. Just sat there, inner walls tightening around his cock in a rippling motion, and looked down at him.

"Parker," he started, then stopped as one finger covered his lips.

"We're rolling in dough, Eliot," she whispered, with an odd little laugh, and then started to move.

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

That was excellent! Thank you!