Friday Free For All

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

And here we are, another week survived and another Friday Free For All so we are going to go nuts and prompt whatever the hell we want... the only limit is your imagination! Just remember to follow the rules:

Only three posts per fandom, and only five total. If one of your prompts is answered, you may go ahead and post another.
No spoilers for new shows/seasons until a week after airing.
If your fill is spoilery, WARN accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass on by


Please also honor and respect our codemonkeys by following the formula for posting:

CWRPS, J2, you want who to join us?
Kane RPS/Dresden Files, any, the country singer with a haunted house


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[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Kane RPS/Dresden Files, any, the country singer with a haunted house

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

CWRPS, J2, you want who to join us?

[kasmodia.livejournal.com]

„No way,“ Jensen shrieks, hands waving nervously in the air and face slowly turning magenta. Jared watches it with a kind of Discovery Chanel fascination.

“Oh come on, Jen, it’s all in the name of science.”

“Science my ass.”

“That’s the general idea.”

“No,” Jensen says, shaking his head, “nonononono. No!” It’s adorable. Jared tries not to laugh but it’s hard. Good thing he’s kind of awesome when it comes to acting. It’s the one thing he would have considered doing if he hadn’t chosen another career, but then again, he probably wouldn’t have Jensen now if he did.

“Do you love me?” he asks the reluctant man, pulling him in his arms and leaning their foreheads together. Jensen sighs and melts into the hug.

“You know that, Jay, but only you, and letting another guy—“

“Do you love me?” Jared repeats insistently, voice hardly above a whisper, but cutting like a knife. Jensen sighs again, resigned and Jared grins, careful to not let his smirk touch the shorter man’s forehead.

°°°

“Not a guinea pig, you know,” Jensen mumbles into the pillow and though the sound is muffled, Jared can imagine the delicious little pout perfectly. Smiling, he pets Jensen’s spiky hair. “Maybe a little too soft for a guy,” he thinks. It doesn’t matter, he likes it that way.

“Be a good boy for me, pretty please?” Jared whispers in the kneeling man’s ear. “He’s gotta learn it, you know. And who could teach him better than the best lover ever, huh?”

Jensen falls for it, just the way Jared knew he would. He’s good like this.

Jared slaps Jensen’s bare ass and on cue, Jensen lifts it a little higher to grab his cheeks, opening himself up for the man joining them. Jensen won’t look at him. The thing has hurt him before.

A hard, unyielding rod pushes into Jensen, dry and without warning, sending jolts of pain up Jensen’s spine and making him scream into the pillow, white-knuckled fingers fisting the sheets. Somebody needs to learn programming a little preparation extension into that motherfucker.

Jensen whimpers. Jared should be here with him, right by his side, not behind the damn camera.

The thing behind him, inside him, works Jensen’s ass without mercy, hard, brutal thrusts that wrench him up from the inside out, forcing tears from Jensen’s eyes though he’s sworn to himself that this time, he’d be brave for Jared.

Because Jensen loves Jared, more than himself, and he knows that his work is important to Jared and so it is important to Jensen. It’s as simple as that.

And if that means he has to let the next bestseller of pleasureBOT inc. use his body so Jared can watch his latest creation in action and improve its programming? He won’t say no. Jensen won’t disappoint the man he loves.

°°°

Yawning contentedly, Jeff drapes himself half over Jared’s naked body, rubbing the younger man’s cum into his trained abs and smooth chest.

“So hot to watch you fuck him, nearly creamed my pants while filming the component testing,” Jared breaths, slowly coming down from his orgasm.

“It,” Jeff corrects and Jared laughs. “Right. It. Still a little skittish but the love chip works just fine. Gives it that special human touch, though I gotta admit that it’s still far from being the perfect sex toy. Looks like I still need some time.”

“No, need to hurry,” Jeff grins lazily, “we wouldn’t want to sell our dear customers anything we didn’t test and improve the best we can, now would we?”

“Absolutely not, boss,” Jared agrees earnestly, but yawns before he can get it right.

“Let’s go to sleep,” Jeff laughs, amused and contented, all fucked out and looking forward to what promises to be an amazing success for his company.

Soon, both men are fast asleep, the little green stand-by lamp in the wide open eyes of the jensenBot the only light in the dark.

[phate-phoenix.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/White Collar; Dean/Neal; Hold on to your hat.

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Ellen/Dean, Dean reminds her of his daddy in more ways than one

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

RPS, JDM/Kane, don't even think about it

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Kane RPS, Chris/Steve, I sleep better with you in my arms

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Supernatural; Castiel/Adam;

[klutzy-girl.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam and Dean, In season six, Sam is still having nightmares about Dean's death via Hellhounds. Dean finds out and comforts him.

[notoriousreign.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Weeds, any, too many brothers

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Supernatural; Balthazar & Raphael (& any); why Balthazar calls Raphael "Uncle" rather than "Brother."

[menomegirl.livejournal.com]

BtVS/Supernatural, Giles/Ellen, two ships passing in the night.

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Supernatural; Balthazar (/any); "True debauchery is liberating because it creates no obligations. In it you possess only yourself; hence it remains the favorite pastime of the great lovers of their own person." - Albert Camus

[menomegirl.livejournal.com]

BtVS/Leverage, Giles/Sophie, you can't con a watcher.

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Battlestar Galactica; Leoben/Kara/Sam; they're all pretty drunk.

[tigriswolf]

Inception/Counterfeit Son, Neil!Arthur/Eames, you're in the hallway again, and you open the door, and if you're ready you'll see it, but maybe one part of your mind decides the other parts aren't ready, and then you don't remember where you've been, and you find yourself down the hall again, the lights gone dim. (Richard Siken)

[tigriswolf]

Counterfeit Son/Inception, Neil!Arthur/Eames, I'm in the hallway again, I'm in the hallway. The radio's playing my favorite song. Leave the lights on. Keep talking. I'll keep walking toward the sound of your voice. (Richard Siken)

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Battlestar Galactica; any; someone has a head!Kara.

To the Victor, Battlestar Galactica, Dee, someone has a head Kara

[nonky.livejournal.com]

The imaginary Kara in her head is resplendent and cool, sometimes in that blue-green dress that she so famously borrowed, and sometimes in a flight suit folded down to her waist. Either way, she is grinning, sneering, eyes bright and skin glowing - lips like cherry cordial mixed with lemonade.

"Lighten up, EL TEE," she said, unheard by anyone else. "It can't be the end of the world every day - we've done that already."

They were friends once upon a time. Early in the war, Kara was eager to befriend anyone who didn't see her as some kind of a loose trigger finger. She saw some of the men, but her main goal was always companionship and distraction.

"You just have to find a good game and a good bottle," Kara informed her, waggling her shoulders as Dee looked for a seat in the room. "And if you find a good man . . . ask him if he has any friends."

Dualla had liked the pilot, overlooked the jagged edges of what she suspected was a horrific upbringing. She saw how Kara sometimes threw an arm around near strangers and other days could barely let Lee or the Old Man touch her hand.

"I could have taken out all the Cylon raiders, but really," she bragged. "It would have made the nuggets feel inadequate. I don't want to listen to that whining."

Kara's piloting skills were superhuman. Her extracurricular hijinks were, too. The rumours were so inflated they were either all true or completely false. Dee could never work out which it was, nor did she expect Kara would ever say. On her brave and fearless days, the blonde wanted the talk to rise straight to the gods. On her wounded days, Kara skirted the edges of the ship like a ghost.

"Head down, keep fighting," Kara murmured, picking her way through the debris on the ship like it was hopscotch - no more or less serious than a child's game.

Dee only got brave enough to go after Lee because he and Kara had some kind of fight. Kara had gone back to Caprica, been through some things, and met a guy. Leave it to Kara Thrace to include courtship in an unsanctioned solo trip to a war zone. She came back with a far off look in her eyes, and little time for Lee.

"He likes just one button undone at your collar," the Kara in her head coached her bizarrely. "He never really got into pyramid, but you should learn to play chess. Ask Lee about war college. Tell him you'd like to brush up your self-defense."

The advice was good, prime intelligence from someone who should know how to make Lee fall in love. It worked, and Dee only felt a little weird about taking her inspiration from Kara Thrace. It was obvious she didn't want Lee enough to follow her own advice.

"I tired out all the men on board, had to import some new talent," Kara told her, while the real version saw about settling Sam Anders and his friends onto the ship.

[tigriswolf]

Inception/Counterfeit Son, Neil!Arthur/Eames, there is a reason Arthur only tops. Eames has never asked; he knows it has to do with all of Arthur's scars, most of them far older than his military service, and thinking about it makes him want to kill someone.

[menomegirl.livejournal.com]

Ats/Leverage, Eliot, Lindsey, there but for the grace of God go I.

[klutzy-girl.livejournal.com]

Bones, Booth/Brennan, finally ready for a relationship

[tigriswolf]

Counterfeit Son, Pop/Cameron!Neil,



He puts his hands all over you to keep you in the room.
It's night. It's noon. He's driving. It's happening all over again.
It's love or it isn't. It isn't over...
Open the door and the light falls in. Open your mouth and it falls right out again.
He's on top of you. He's next to you, right next to you in fact...
This is not harmless. You are not breathing. (Richard Siken)

[tigriswolf]

Counterfeit Son, Stevie&Neil, it's a long time before Stevie fully understands what his brother went through--and what his brother saved him from

[obsessed-psyco.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1, Sam/Jack, Living with the pain

[obsessed-psyco.livejournal.com]

Firefly, River, Singing in the middle of the night

[lothy.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Elizabeth/Peter or El/Peter/Neal, Elizabeth controlling everything from behind the scenes.