Thursday, Hurts So Good

[phantisma.livejournal.com]

Greetings! I am still phantisma (also known as Amara)...I think....

So...now that we have the sacrilege out of the way, let us continue on the journey through my sordid brain, shall we? Today's theme is "Hurts So Good"....time to pull out the stops and make it hurt. Pain of the physical or emotional/mental is of the good here...bonus points for those that like the pain, or those that like dishing it out, but all kinds of pain plays here...so bring it if you've got it. Come on, hurt me!

As always, obey the rules:

* Three prompts per fandom, and no more than five total. If one of your prompts is filled, you may post another.
* No spoilers for new shows/seasons until at least one week after airing.
* If your fill contains spoilers, please warn for it and leave enough space for people to pass by.




Feed the overworked codemonkeys correctly formatted prompts (and not overly long, don't write the story for them, inspire them):


Kane RPS, Steve/Christian, bruises in odd places
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, break me slowly
Justified/Leverage,Raylan/Eliot, the taste of blood (just getting started)



Or you can visit our lonely prompts...

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[phantisma.livejournal.com]

Kane RPS, Steve/Christian, bruises in odd places

[phantisma.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, break me slowly

[skullage.livejournal.com]

Dean's been breaking his brother down mind and body for years. It hurts everytime - like words, like love. All the rips and tears Dean makes with his ham-fisted dreams and romantic notions of normalcy that Sam will never had (had once, twice, won't ever have again); all the cracks of him Dean fills with words and fists that amount to the broken picture Sam's become.

It hurts them both.

There's no words, no feelings for the way Dean breaks him apart, tender touch to calm his nerves, flayed skin stitched together painstakingly slowly, and each time Sam grits his teeth and bears it, for love, for Dean. Each time, Dean tears him apart, just to put him back together again.

In the quiet between breaths, no one takes the time to question who is really the broken one.

[phantisma.livejournal.com]

Justified/Leverage,Raylan/Eliot, the taste of blood (just getting started)

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Eliot grinned through the curtain of his hair and dodged another blow. Pain was sharpening his senses and sending a low current through his whole body and the taste of blood was on his tongue. His opponent was wearing a similar sharp grin as he once again launched himself towards Eliot who this time dodged the punch but stepped in to lock the other man in a grapple.
"You gonna keep on with the foreplay all evening or are we just about done...", he spoke low into Raylan's ear and pulled the other man closer to his chest with an arm trapped between them.
"Stopping already, I'm disappointed..." Raylan drawled.
Eliot tightened his grip, pulling a gasp from the other man. "Stopping? Oh, son, I'm just gettin' started...", he said with a growl and relished Raylan's answering full body shiver.

[phantisma.livejournal.com]

Kane RPS, Chris/Steve, broken bones

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Hawaii 5-0, Steve/Danny, Tattoos and ideas...

[phantisma.livejournal.com]

He opened the door and took his sunglasses off, his eyes sweeping the room until he spotted Steve in the back.

"Hey, you..." He stopped, watching the hand of the giant Samoan move over Steve's back. "You called."

Steve nodded, shifting his position on the chair. "Got a call from the governor, new case." His face tightened and one hand dropped where Danny couldn't see it for the chair back. "Just give me a minute. He's touching up..."

Steve bit his lip, his eyes darting to Danny, then away.

Suddenly Danny recognized the look, but before he could say anything, the big Samoan stood back. "All set."

Steve stood, hand digging in a pocket and Danny caught him adjusting himself as he pulled out cash to give the man.

"Are you hard right now?" Danny asked as they left the shop.

"What? No."

Danny turned to face him. "You are. If I grabbed you right now, you'd..."

Steve grabbed his hand to keep him from doing just that. "Don't go getting any stupid ideas. We've got work to do."

Danny slipped his shades back on. Too late for that. Danny was beginning to have all kinds of ideas.

[samueljames]

NCIS/CSI:NY, Abby/Adam, clamps.

[kat8cha.livejournal.com]

DCU, Dick/Roy, bloody knuckles and split lips

Lover Boys, Dick/Roy, PG

[ms-duck.livejournal.com]

Roy spit to the side, not that it really got rid of the blood, but he hated that over wet feeling in his mouth almost as much as cotton mouth. He watched Dick shake his hand out, knuckles red from the fight now cracked and bleeding.

"What was that supposed to solve?" Dick asks him through his bloody nose and Roy dabs at his lip to stall. "I don't really feel better and... damn it..."

He's stalled for too long. "But it's all gone?"

His energy. His anger at someone else. Roy's was. "I don't feel better either."

Saying it was more an excuse that anything, but Dick looked up at him through his sweat wet bangs and gave him a sorry little 'sorry' smile.

"Maybe we should kiss each other better?" Dick suggested. Even with his lip split he still managed smile flirtatiously.

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P.S - <3 your icon. :D

[samueljames]

Chuck, Chuck/Casey, Chuck was hurt on a mission (nothing too serious) but says he's fine. Would love Casey to make Chuck admit the truth by suggesting/initiating sex.

[samueljames]

Numb3rs/NCIS, Don/Gibbs, Don is Colby's Dom but occasionally when he needs to submit he'll call Gibbs (maybe they met through an overlapping case) and Gibbs will give Don what he needs. Flogging, spanking, being ordered, restraints. Usually an intense session. Colby is fully aware of this arrangement.

[tigriswolf]

NCIS, Tony&team, some horrible specter from Tony's past reveals itself in a case (as in, a previous case of his; also, no Tiva, please)

[samueljames]

Without A Trace, Danny/Martin, one of them is beaten pretty badly by a suspect and even the softest kiss or touch from their partner hurts. Would love to see one of them looking after the other while they're recovering.

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, Alistair/Dean,

bloody teeth and razor blades
our love song of pain

Alistair is Humming...

[phantisma.livejournal.com]

Alistair is humming.

Dean would laugh if his throat wasn't full of razor blades. He'd make some smart ass comment, deflect with humor...if he hadn't already lost so much of himself in the flames that he isn't sure there's anything left anymore besides the pain.

Alistair is humming some love song.

It's driving Dean crazy because he can't figure out the words and knows he knows them...it eats at him, even as Alistair cuts his chest open, shredding his skin.

Alistair is humming some fucking love song while his fingers play in Dean's entrails.

While Dean is screaming.

Blood fills his mouth, spreads over his teeth, his lips...spills down his chin...and they're almost to the best part. Almost to that moment...

Alistair is humming.

Dean's voice breaks and for a moment...one brief, blissful moment, it all stops. The bright blooming pain crescendos and halts, his screams fall away and he is made new.

His body eases against the hot metal that holds him and he breathes without tasting his own blood.

But it only lasts for a second before it begins again.

Alistair is humming.

[tigriswolf]

Batman: Under the Red Hood, Joker/Jason, he had the boy for a long time before that explosion

[tigriswolf]

Inception, Eames/Arthur, Arthur likes knives. Eames prefers his bare hands.

This came out a tad creepier than I'd intended....

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

Arthur likes knives. Eames prefers his bare hands. When they’re on jobs, it’s a silent contest between which method is more effective. They slash and lunge and dance away from the projections, grinning bloodily at each other, brushing elbows as they dart down mazes, rubbing back to back as they fight the hoards. When they wake up, they wipe imaginary blood from each other’s faces and trace the paths of injuries not really there.

(Ariadne, their architect-cum-extractor now that Cobb’s out, stares at them warily but does the job. She knows something about addictions, ever since she’s begun dream-creating. )

[samueljames]

Star Trek XI, Bones/Jim, 'Behave Jim.'
'What are you going to do Bones, spank me?'

[tigriswolf]

Inception/Mysterious Skin, Eames/Neil!Arthur, bad things hide in dark places (people say it's only a dream like that means something)

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Chuck, Chuck/Bryce, I used to love a boy, but now he's two years dead... (Murder in My Heart - Sheryl Crow

(no fic yet)

[tigriswolf]

Oh, dude. I might come back to this.

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU, Barbara Gordon/any, the pain was good; the pain meant she was alive

[salmon-pink.livejournal.com]

The pain was good; the pain meant she was alive. Her calves were burning, chest tight as she panted for air, ears still ringing from the explosion of gunfire that had chased her from the docks. But she was alive.

Moving hurt in a hundred different ways, but Barbara forced herself to turn her head, feeling the gritty surface of the roof scraping over the back of her cowl, her hair catching and tugging at her scalp.

Catwoman had reached safety before her, somehow managing to make a mad scrabble for cover from the hail of bullets look effortless and graceful. Barbara watched as she sat up, spine arching as if waking from a comfortable nap rather than a race for her life. She ran the gloved knuckles of one hand along her thigh, the purple of her costume almost grey in what little of the weak streetlight reached the roof, but somehow the smear of blood still seemed startlingly, vividly red.

“You’re-”

“Just a graze,” Catwoman interrupted, a hint of annoyance in her voice which may have been directed at herself for being injured or at Barbara for noticing it. “Nothing to worry your pretty little head about.”

Barbara swallowed down her own annoyance, pushing herself on to her elbows. She didn’t appear to be sporting any injuries of her own, other than what felt like the beginnings of some fairly spectacular bruising. No skirts for a few days.

She flexed and winced. Okay, maybe no skirts for a week.

“Still, you weren’t half bad,” Catwoman murmured, a smirk teasing her painted lips. “I’m almost impressed.”

Barbara tried to keep herself from scowling as she awkwardly sat, hands planted against the roof as she shifted her weight. “Gee, thanks for the compliment,” she muttered, voice bitingly sardonic.

Catwoman, of course, didn’t need to know that it was a compliment. That Barbara found herself watching the way the other woman moved with awe, fascinated by the way she appeared to dance through the shadows, the way the night seemed to open up lovingly before her.

“Now, now, no need to get catty.” Barbara could hear the silky laughter in Catwoman’s voice. “We make a good team.”

“We’re not a team,” Barbara responded automatically, voice flat. “You’re a criminal. I’m a crime fighter.”

“And yet, here you are,” Catwoman purred, and somehow she was much closer than Barbara had previously registered. “Spending your nights leaping rooftop to rooftop with a so-called criminal.”

“This was a one-off.”

Catwoman’s smile was sharp and knowing. “You’ve said that before.”

It was true, and Barbara swallowed thickly. She never sought Catwoman out, but this wasn’t the first time they’d found themselves circling the same prey. This wasn’t the first time they’d found themselves joining forces, working together.

This wasn’t even the first time Catwoman’s hand had slid up over Barbara’s thigh, claws scratching her lightly through the fabric. She shivered slightly at the sensation, eyes falling closed on the sight of Catwoman’s canines glinting in the darkness.

Hot breath ghosted over her lips, and then those teeth were nipping gently at Barbara’s bottom lip.

It wasn’t the first time Barbara had moaned into Catwoman’s mouth, and those claws were digging into her hip in response, but it was okay.

The pain meant she was alive.

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU, Jason Todd/any, he cuts himself just to feel alive

[saavikam77.livejournal.com]

I started writing something to this prompt months ago, but never finished. Well, now it's finished! :p

Alive (http://saavikam77.livejournal.com/327146.html)

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU, Ollie/Dinah, they like it rough

[phantisma.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Neal, tiny little cuts to mask the pain

FILLED: 100 words on the back of a razorblade

[loveinadoorway.livejournal.com]

Whenever it got too bad, he’d run for the shelter of his old habit. When everything went to hell, he’d go find the shining steel that would help. The clean bite of the razorblade would cover the dirty, blunt cuts life had dealt him.

He watched the blood run in bright red streaks over his pale skin, hid in the safety of the familiar sting and hot copper smell.

He made sure to find spots where Peter wouldn’t see, whatever the occasion. This dance with pain was his alone and the place it took him to was familiar and safe.

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, I don't want to hurt you

[phantisma.livejournal.com]

"I don't want to hurt you."

The words are soft, spoken just above a whisper in the dark of a room that had grown too small, too confining, too tight to breathe in.

He wants to tell him that he won't, that he can't hurt him...but they both know the truth.

They've known each other too long, lived in each others spaces and as good as this is, as good as it ever was, the truth can cut him, them.

He wants things they can't have together. And one day...one day this won't be good enough, and one of them will have to walk away.

And they both know it's going to hurt when it happens.

[badgerling.livejournal.com]

Smallville, Hawkman/Green Arrow, Carter gets off on leaving marks, scars, and bruises

[badgerling.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1, Jack/Daniel, blood looks good on him

Red in Tooth and Claw (a double drabble)

[sid]

Teal’c’s standing guard in case they return, Sam’s run to the ‘Gate for help, and Daniel’s binding up Jack’s leg while Jack rants.

“Those were not dogs. I don’t care what they looked like. Dogs love me. Dogs fucking do not just turn on a dime and attack like that.” His voice is tight and his face is pale and streaked with blood. The bandage on his arm is already stained a bright red. He shifts uneasily and winces.

Daniel fastens down the edge of the leg bandage and tears open an antiseptic wipe with his teeth. “You can’t judge them by Earth standards.” He’s just glad that his pistol fire sent them packing.

“Those are the only standards I know.” Jack winces as Daniel dabs at the wound above his right temple. “Easy, huh? Leave a little scalp.”

Daniel immediately lifts his hand, biting his lip.

They exchange looks.

“Relax,” Jack says hoarsely, a new trail of blood sliding from behind his ear and down his neck. “I’ve had worse.”

Daniel resists the urge to tell him he’s never looked better. Now probably isn’t the right time to mention his little blood kink. “Relax,” he echoes. “I’ve got you.”

[badgerling.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1, Daniel/Cameron, "enhanced interrogation" is just another way to say torture, and Daniel doesn't break under torture.

[phantisma.livejournal.com]

"Damn it Jackson."

Cameron handed his gun off to the major behind him and knelt in front of Daniel who struggled to lift his head.

"Cam..." Daniel licked over the split in his lip and blinked at Cameron with the one eye that was still working.

"Easy, let's get you out of here." Cameron cut through the ridiculously thick ropes that were the only thing actually keeping Daniel upright in the chair, catching his weight as he pitched forward.

"Didn't...tell them..."

"I know." Cameron soothed. He pushed Daniel back far enough to check over his chest and stomach. It was clear Daniel had withstood some seriously enhanced interrogation, and that was without knowing what kind of internal damage had been done. "If I didn't know better, Jackson, I'd say you got off on the pain."

Daniel started to smile, but was interrupted by a coughing fit, leaning into Cameron.

"Okay, enough jokes. Up we go." He slid an arm around Daniel and stood, pulling Daniel up with him. One of the marines moved to Daniel's other side and between them, they got Daniel out of the temple and headed toward the gate.