Friday One Word

[meredevachon]

Looks like everybody had a good time with yesterday's spookie-doo. Sorry I wasn't around to kick things off, but thanks again to idiosyncratic for filling in.

Today we're going to do something a little different. Well, sort of. I'm actually borrowing today's theme from one we had during the month of comment porn that inspired this community. And because a) I'm lazy, and b) amara_m already explained it well, I'm just going to C&P her introduction to the theme.

So it was suggested that we have a day where prompts are just one word and the writer gets to chose the pairing. That day is today! Comment with your one word.

Writers, please preface your comment with the fandom and pairing you've chosen to write for that word.

This is a perfect opportunity to explore the multi-fandom aspect of this comm and to get your f-lists involved. And that, as I'm sure you know, leads to more comment!porn for everybody! *g*

If you want a little more focus or direction, don't forget about the lonely prompts just waiting for someone to write them.

Comments

[lorilann.livejournal.com]

fear

Queer As Folk (US), Brian/Michael

[justapieceofme.livejournal.com]

He feels the cold wind wrap around them, tugging at him. He's scared shitless, paralyzed, and were it not for Brian at his back, holding him tightly, he's pretty sure he would have fallen already, knees giving way. He's supposed to be up here saving Brian, keeping him from jumping. Michael doesn't really think he would, but with Brian Kinney, you just never fucking know. As it turns out, though, to his utter lack of surprise, Brian's saving him.

"I'm Superman," and he believes it. Believes that if Brian wanted to enough, he could fly.

He turns in Brian's arms, careful, clinging to the larger man, and can't help but notice Brian's holding on just as tightly.

Maybe they'll save each other.

[Based on this scene. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FxXFRP-J0M) Sry about utter lack of pr0n.]

[meredevachon]

ice

Firefly/Serenity Verse' - Mal/Inara & Mal/Saffron

[willow-reece.livejournal.com]

He shouldn't be doing this, not this; and not with a woman had betrayed him-twice-sold him out and kept right on smilin' the whole time.

But Inara was gone, she'd left-again-and here was Saffron all wet and willing.

Mal's muscles clenched as he pounded into the devious little red head, trying to forget.

To forget Inara, to forget Nandi, to forget all the gorram things in his life for just one moment-one moment of blissful ignorance was all he wanted.

When they were finished-both panting and gasping-he should have known. Shouldn't of been shocked when the bitch pointed his own gun-again-at him.

"You really should learn some new tricks Malcolm, I'm getting bored with this game."

No, Mal shouldn't have been surprised, but of course he was. His blood ran cold, ice in his veins as he stared down the woman he'd just fucked-the only word to accurately describe the situation being;

"Hunh."

~~*~~*~~

Not sure if you like Firefly, but I gave it a shot. ♥

[meredevachon]

heat

Re: Heat, no fandom, no pairing

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

It’s hot under the desert sun. They travel in the cool of the dawn and the dusk, leaving just enough time between their morning and the killer noon heat to put their shelter back up – blankets and rugs over a light wicker frame.

When it is up, though, they crawl into the shade – it’s barely cooler inside than out, but at least they don’t have to put up with the blazing light as well. It’s never too hot to touch, though. They don’t think it’ll ever be hot enough to stop the slick slide of skin and the gasping kisses and the whispered words of want and need and please.

By the time they venture out onto the sands again, the air will have cooled somewhat, and they’ll break down the shelter almost mindlessly, skin still buzzing with remembered lust and desire. Then they’ll be on the move again until the evening.

After all, it gets cold in the desert at night. Cold enough to justify sharing body heat.

[meredevachon]

blindfold

RPS Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Christian Kane

[caarirose.livejournal.com]

Silk isn’t meant to be light fast, but when it’s the shirt that Christian bought Jeff as a joke, folded over on itself and then over again before being tied just tight enough over Christian’s eyes, it’s kind of amazing what silk can be.

“Are you comfortable, sweetheart?”

Naked, in the middle of the living room, wearing Jeff’s shirt in a completely unique way?

Comfort doesn’t come into it.

“I don’t know. Kinda.”

“You’re hard, Christian.”

It’s the silk, the fact he can’t see, can’t predict where the next touch is coming from, or how long it’ll be before he feels it.

“Of course I’m hard, I’m wearing your shirt.”

That touch Christian was waiting for is a bite. At his left hip.

“It’s okay sweetheart, you’ll be wearing more than a blindfold by the time we’re done.”

[naficeh.livejournal.com]

knife

[echoing-dream.livejournal.com]

Eeee Knife!Porn!

SPN - Jeff/Jensen

It was disorientating not being able to see, having to track Jeff's movements through sound alone, his body physically jumping as Jeff laid a hand on his stomach, fingers splayed wide, resting reassuringly while Jensen waited for his heart to calm, mind racing in both fear and anticipation.

Jeff's hand moved slowly, ghosting up his chest, fingers dragging over Jensen's ribs, running a line up his throat to chase over his lips, touch soft and distracting even as Jeff's other hand rested against his hip, cold metal of the knife resting against Jensen's skin, making him tremble with anticipation.

Seemingly satisfied, Jeff pulled his hand away from Jensen's face, waiting just long enough for the anticipation to build, before the blade was pressed against Jensen's side, just under his left ribs. The blade was cold, the point scratching as Jeff traced abstract swirls and lines, skin blazing in a trail after the point, Jensen's cock leaking freely as the pain flared.

He gasped aloud as Jeff pressed the blade in, drawing it in a sweeping line in towards his stomach, sharp line of fire and pain, blood dripping off the point to spot, warm, against Jensen's stomach. He could have sworn he heard Jeff laugh at that, the blade moving back to where it had started, point teasing at the edges of the cut, fanning the flame of pain.

Without warning, the knife moved down and scored another searing line, deeper than the first, blood welling up and dribbling down Jensen's skin, shudders racking his body as he struggled to keep still, hips rocking against the table.

"Easy." Jeff's fingers traced the two cuts he'd made, wet fingers sliding up to Jensen's mouth, coating his lips with the blood, pulling the blindfold away in time for Jeff to bend his head and kiss Jensen, copper tang shared between them.

Jensen chased as Jeff pulled away, the movement opening the cuts, and he moaned as Jeff bent his head once more, lapping at the blood sliding down to pool above Jensen's navel. He upended the knife, sliding the smooth hilt down Jensen's body, sliding between his thighs, the tip pressing into him hard as Jeff lapped at the open cuts. Jensen gasped, fingers scrabbling over smooth steel, closing his eyes as orgasm crashed through him, two lines of pain anchoring him against the dark...

(the ending went emo, sorry..!)

[havenward.livejournal.com]

alone

Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Spike/Xander

[justapieceofme.livejournal.com]

The door clicks shut, and Xander's alone in the apartment.

Which was supposed to be a good thing, except now he's sitting there in the faint residue of sex and awkwardness.

Not that the sex had been awkward. The sex had been -- well, a lot of things. Unplanned, unexpected, frantic, rough, the hottest thing ever, but certainly not awkward.

The part that came after, however... The part where he and Spike came to their senses, and hurriedly dressed, and each chose a spot on the wall to stare at while they mumbled embarrassedly at each other -- Xander was, at least, pleased to hear that Spike sounded just as mortified as he did -- yeah, that part was bad.

"It was...a fluke," he'd said at last.

"Right," Spike agreed readily.

"Just a, a one-time...thing. A mistake. Not, not that I didn't enjoy it!" he added quickly. At that, Spike actually looked away from his spot to leer at him briefly.

"Right," the vampire said again. "No need to get all worked up about it like a couple of bints. 'Sjust sex."

"Right," Xander breathed thankfully, thinking maybe, eventually, he'd actually be able to look Spike in the face again. And so, after just a bit more nervous chatter, Spike left, exiting in a swirl of duster. And that was a good thing.

At least, it was supposed to be.

Except now Xander's sitting here, and some strange part of him wishes Spike had stayed. Wishes it didn't have to be just a one-time, mistake, thing.

Christ. It wasn't enough that he'd slept with Spike -- slept with Spike and enjoyed it -- but now he's thinking about --

A knock at the door interrupts his circling thoughts. He jumps up to answer it, and there, leaning against the doorframe, all black leather and blue eyes and grinning mouth, is the subject of said thoughts.

Xander groans inwardly. "Spike. Really. It was no big deal--"

"Right," Spike drawls. "No big deal. I was just wondering...d'you wanna do it again?"

[Aack, I don't even know if you're a BtVS fan, but hopefully someone will enjoy it! XD]

[havenward.livejournal.com]

curtains

[neierathima.livejournal.com]

((I hope this pairing is allowed. It's my first time posting, so))

((Leverage, Sophie/Eliot + Alec/Parker + Nate/implied everybody in an orgy like fashion?))

When Nate walks into the living room, Parker has Alec bent over the back of the couch, fucking him with what seems (as much as he can tell, anyway) to be a really gratuitously large strap on. Eliot is on the couch, and looks close to passing out, if the sweating and glazed eyes are any indication. Sophie is curled around him, hands idly playing on his skin. She, on the other hand, does not seem that tired.

"Uh, guys? What's going on."

Parker pauses mid-thrust, causing Alec to let out a really indecent moan.

"We were just discussing curtains."

Nate looks at the rather large pile of hideous paisley fabric on the floor.

"Curtains?"

"Yes Nate, window treatments add polish and style to any home or office space." Sophie chimes in.

Eliot lazily waves the hand Sophie isn't in control of.

"The girls are very persuasive."

Alec lets out another low moan.

Nate looks briefly away, eyebrow raised. Then he starts pulling off his shirt.

"Curtains. Right."

[havenward.livejournal.com]

sunrise

Firefly/Serenity Verse' - Kaylee/Simon

[willow-reece.livejournal.com]

"Beautiful..."

"Hm?"

Kaylee stirred but did not wake. Simon was standing at the window, watching as the sun rose over Harvest where they were spending their honeymoon.

He smiled in her direction before padding back to the bed. He climbed on, moving slowly over her body as he gently brushed his hands along any bare skin he could see along the way.

"Kaylee...Bao Bei, you wanna see the sunrise?"

"Mmm," was his only response as he pressed a kiss to her temple. His hand slid underneath the sheet, cupping one of her perfect breasts.

Her eyes opened and she smiled up at him while pulling him down to her for a kiss.

"You wanna see the sunrise?" He asks again. She shakes her head no.

"I'll catch it tomorrow."

~~*~~*~~

Woo, Simon & Kaylee is one of the pairings from that show I like. Hope you like them too. =D ♥

[elebridith]

Shower.

original fic, OMC/OFC, shower

[meredevachon]

The sudden draft of cool air in the steam-filled bathroom is Lis' only warning before the shower curtain slides aside just enough for Michael to climb in behind her.

She's covered in lather, barely enough time to get ready for work as it is, and he decides it's a good time to play. Not that she's surprised… or complaining. The fiscal year's just ended, and she feels like she's been so busy at work she's barely seen him for a month.

His hands slip easily over her body, and she leans back against his broad chest, letting the water sluice over them both. His dick's a hard heat against the small of her back, and he rocks against her as his hand moves down, down, down. His thumb swirls around her clit and she gasps, spluttering when she gets a mouthful of water. He plunges two fingers into her, still working his thumb, and her orgasm takes her by surprise. He hold her close, supporting most of her weight as he works her through the aftershocks.

When she can breathe again, Lis turns in his arms, one hand reaching up to pull him down for a kiss as she backs him up to the shower wall. Screw being on time for work, she wants.

And as she goes to her knees on the hard porcelain, she makes up her mind. What's one sick day, when compared to time with the man she loves?

[galor5.livejournal.com]

blanket

No porn. Just oceans and rivers of angst and shmoop

[kelios.livejournal.com]

Sam's never felt anything so soft. He wants to hold the blanket Dean brought home for him and never let it go. It's pretty, too....It has clouds and sheep and a pretty girl in a blue dress to watch over them, just like Dean watches over him. He giggles at the thought of Dean in a blue dress with a silly crooked stick and a bonnet and Dad tells him gruffly to be quiet and go to sleep. He stops laughing and snuggles up to Dean in the back seat of the Impala, making sure his brother is covered too. Sam knows Dean worked hard today because he saw the bruises on his back and shoulder when he came back from firing the shotgun, but Dean says he doesn't mind. Sam knows his brother wants to be strong and tough like their dad, but Sam wishes it wasn't so hard. He wishes his dad had a job like the sheep girl; he thinks it would be fun to play with sheep all day. Dean laughed when Sam told him that and said that dad already takes care of the sheep, they just don't know it. Sam's pretty sure that's a joke, 'cause the only sheep he's ever seen were at a petting zoo they stopped at once a long time ago, but he didn't like the look on Dean's face when he said that so he just laughed too.

Sam stares at the blanket he found buried in the back of the Impala, now faded and covered with oil and dirt, and wishes he could see Dean just one more time.

[galor5.livejournal.com]

tears

CWRPS, Jeff/Steve, tears

[meredevachon]

Christ, Steve's beautiful like this. Tears streaking his cheeks, his ass heated and red from Jeff's hand, his dick hard and thick with beads of precome at the tip, all but quivering for Jeff's touch. His lips parted, panting, his tongue flittering out temptingly before he bites down on a whimper.

Jeff thumbs Steve's mouth open. "No, sweetheart. I wanna hear. Wanna hear you. Wanna know you want this. That you want me. No hiding. Not tonight. Not from me."

Steve's a good boy. Has given Jeff everything he asks for, and he gives him this too. Whimper-growls, "God… fuck… Jeff, please," when Jeff runs just his thumbnail up along the vein of Steve's shaft, Steve's hips rutting up, needing more.

And yeah, Jeff's going to fuck him 'til neither one of them can walk straight in the morning, but he's not going to rush. Beauty like this is meant to be savored and appreciated, and that's exactly what Jeff plans to do.

[galor5.livejournal.com]

silence

'Silence' (Karl Urban/Orlando Bloom) Lotrips

[azewewish.livejournal.com]

(I apologize in advance for the 'awww' factor in this *g*)


Hard as it is to believe these days, but Karl really hadn't expected that he and Orlando would last six months after filming Lord of the Rings, let alone almost ten years. Sure, yeah, they'd burned bright and hot in the early days, buoyed by hellaciously long hours together and intense scenes that left every sense heightened to the point that falling into bed together had been almost inevitable. And, fuck, the sex had been absolutely unbelievable, the perfect combination of intense and rough and caring, better than anything Karl'd ever experienced. But he'd been around long enough to know that sexual chemistry didn't automatically equal compatibility. And Orlando had been a rising star, destined for great things and a stellar career and life beyond this bubble they'd created on this tiny island in the middle of the Pacific.

But his insane work and promotional schedule hadn't stopped Orlando from taking a day or two or three when he could and flying to meet Karl wherever he was – on the smaller films he'd been working on, on his own promotional tours, back in New Zealand between jobs. Long enough to make his presence felt, to create new memories to layer on top of the old. Long enough that Karl'd finally gotten the point that Orlando had been serious about making this work. Long enough that Karl'd gotten the point there was no one better and bigger wanting for Orlando on the horizon, that he'd made his choice a long time ago, and Karl should really get used to it.

After that, it had been easy enough to meet Orlando halfway, to go to Orlando instead when he could, to treat each meeting as a continuation, a building-block to something lasting, as opposed to an itch to scratch when they both had a need. These days, when asked, Orlando tells the story of their start with glee, with a certain amount of satisfaction in the ironic knowledge that he'd been the one to chase Karl, instead of the other way around. Karl's just content to listen and bask in the knowledge that he had been the one who'd been smart enough to allow himself to be caught.

***

[tigerpinky.livejournal.com]

high heels

RPF, JDM/Samantha Ferris, high heels

[idiosyncratic.livejournal.com]

Jeff is a firm believer that every woman should own a pair of heels. Not the chunky ones, and not the ones that lift them an inch or so and pretend to be heels.

No, they need to be high. Three inches is alright, but four or more? Yeah, that's what he's talking about. The heels have to be slender and sharp, too. And black.

Four inch, black patent stilettos get him going every time.

That's why it's no surprise that his cock gets hard when he walks into the bedroom and sees Samantha there. She's naked and wet, splayed out on his bed, fingers buried deep in her pussy, and the high heels of her black pumps dig into the sheets as she writhes and grinds. He can see moisture sparkling in dark curls, practically dripping from her as her fingers plunge in and out and her thumb circles her clit. He watches as she brings herself to orgasm, then strips off his clothes and crawls onto the bed.

Her muscles are still trembling when he pushes her legs up, hands tight behind her knees, and enters her with no warning. She just smiles up at him and arches her foot so patent leather gleams in the sunlight.

[wanderlost.livejournal.com]

sex

sex (comment_poetry?)

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

silken, tremble, flex
shiver, tender, full
straining, touching, fall... ing

pound, pet, push
gasp, grip, grin... ing

on, up
in, no... thing

one!

[devon99.livejournal.com]

Headlights

SPN/AtS, Dean/Lindsey, headlights

[meredevachon]

Headlights from the parking lot throw crazy shadows across the walls and bed, hiding Dean's face, then making it all but glow as he moves over Lindsey.

He shouldn't be doing this. The last thing Lindsey needs while on the run and hiding from Wolfram & Hart is to get involved with another Champion. Especially this one.

But nobody ever accused Lindsey of taking the easy way out. Well, except for… that other Champion Lindsey is most decidedly not thinking about. Not while Dean's got his hand wrapped around both their dicks, slick-slide of skin and lube, friction and rhythm and the sounds and smells of sex bringing Lindsey closer and closer to the edge as he tells Dean all the things he plans to do to him, with him, before they go their separate ways once more.

Then Dean bites down hard on the tendon in Lindsey's neck – hadn't taken the boy long to figure out Lindsey's sure-fire buttons, not that Lindsey was explaining that one… or his wrist – and Lindsey comes with a shout, Dean following, shooting over their bellies before Lindsey can see straight again.

It won't last. It doesn't mean anything. It's just one more bad idea in a long history of Lindsey's bad ideas. But here and now, it's what he wants. And what Lindsey wants, he takes.

[willow-reece.livejournal.com]

lies

[kelios.livejournal.com]

Sam's always been good at lying. People take one look at his handsome, boyish, earnest face and instantly want to believe everything he says. Even his brother believes him most of the time, and Dean knows him better than anyone.

What Dean doesn't know is that Sam's entire life is a lie. Pretty much everything he's done since he hit 15 has had one goal: Dean can't know. Can't know how completely fucked in the head his precious baby brother is, because if he did...Dean might leave, and that would be more than Sam could bear.

And yeah, Sam gets the hypocrisy, because who left who, exactly? But he left to protect Dean, because he couldn't hide how he felt any more and he couldn't risk losing the one person that mattered to him. He just couldn't.

And now he's back with Dean and he's still lying. Acting oh, so superior about the way Dean drinks and chases tail like it's his last day on earth. Acting like it doesn't cut out his heart everytime Dean comes home smelling of whisky and cheap perfume. He's more than happy to let Dean and everyone else think that he's just picky, that he wants a relationship, not just a quick fuck, and the funny thing is that's not even a lie. He just can't have the relationship he wants.

But still...it's not so bad. Being here with Dean is closer than he's ever been before, and that will just have to do.

****************************************************

Dean's always been good at lying. He lies to marks, he lies to witnesses, he lies to girls...On occasion he even lies to his family.

But Dean's best lies are lies of omission. It's just easier to let people think what they want. They see Dean hooking up with random chicks every chance he gets, and they assume he's a slut. And maybe he is, but not by choice, really. The truth is, Dean's actually a one person sort of guy. He just can't have the person he wants. All those girls are just a means to an end, a way to try and forget what he really wants and needs.

It gets harder when Sam comes back, 'cause yeah, you guessed it. Sam is who Dean really wants, and that? Isn't going to happen. No way in hell Mr. I Want A Normal Life would ever fall in love with his own brother. No, that's a special hell reserved for Dean, apparently. And now that Sam is back, the lies are harder and harder to keep up, and even more important.

So Dean puts up with Sam's eye rolls when he goes out drinking every night. He ignores the veiled contempt when he flirts with the waitress or a witness or a clerk. Because even though he can't have what he wants, he's still closer than he's ever been, and that will just have to do.

[willow-reece.livejournal.com]

skin

Re: Skin, Dresden Files, Harry/Bob

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

I don't know if you know 'Dresden Files', but I hope this is okay. ♥

He mouths promises into sweat-slick skin as he moves over the other man, moving down and tasting every inch until his mouth closes over the tip of Bob’s cock, and Harry looks up and smirks before sliding his mouth down and taking it all in.

There’s no words between them save for the occasional please and more, but they don’t need words to understand that which is already branded across their souls.

Bob’s been a part of Harry since the wizard moved in with his uncle way back when, and Harry quite honestly doesn’t know what he would do without the snarky ever-presence in his life every single day.

So, if they can only ever have it like this – a hour and ten minutes and forty-two seconds left before Bob becomes incorporeal again – then this is the way they’ll have it: impossible promises and pledges ground into the magic that surrounds them as their skin shines in the light of the many candles lit around them.

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

danger

OFC/OFC No fandom

[bwhouwant2b.livejournal.com]

Slightly angsty and written in like 10 minutes on my cell.

He thinks it’s probably the danger that attracts him. The chance that he is going to get his heart broken. It’s not like that is what he wants, but there is something about the thrill that makes him lose all reason. He wants to brave the danger because he knows that hiding somewhere there is a man he could love. So he ignores all the advice from their friends, and goes for it. Turns out, they were probably right. He gave too much after a few nights of amazing sex, and now he is pulling away. Now all he is left with is a number the he won’t even answer anymore; a bunch of I told you so's and a bruised heart.

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

dream

RPS Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Christian Kane

[caarirose.livejournal.com]

*crosses her fingers that this works*

He works himself, pushes, until he’s too tired to think, to even function, because then he knows he’ll sleep.

Quick, hard, deep.

And then the dreams will come. They always do when he’s too tired to even roll over in his sleep.

There he is. Waiting, smiling, eyes bluer than Jeff remembers, shoulders strong enough to take anything on board. Arms that wrap around him, hands that pet and stroke as they get rid of every stitch of clothing Jeff can’t figure out why he even has on. He’s dreaming, he should be naked, shouldn’t he?

Then again, naked would mean he’d miss the thumb pad rubbing at the inside of his elbow at the shirt comes off, or the fingers brushing at his cock, those blue eyes smiling because their owner knows what he’s doing.

He knows Jeff loves to be bitten where his throat meets his shoulder, and sucked anywhere, everywhere, over and over until it’s all he can do to beg and plead, needing to come more than he needs water or air.

When Christian walks into the bedroom, late, a surprise for a lover he hasn’t seen in so long, he sees Jeff, naked because the bed clothes are long since gone, dreaming, moaning, hard, leaking and Chris knows how to make those dreams come true.

Jeff comes down Christian’s throat, hot and long, and he knows the second he feels that wet heat he’s not dreaming anymore.

Because he’s had this dream before and it’s never felt this good.

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Bite

Chuck, Casey/Chuck/Sarah

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Sarah's teeth are sharp and vicious and if Chuck didn't know any better he'd say they were laced with poison – some kind of venom that makes him whine like a girl and gasp helplessly. He really hopes that's the case, anyway, because otherwise he'd have to admit that this reaction is all because of the way she's biting on his neck right now, her mouth suckling his skin.

And then… Well, then there's Casey, who is an entirely different creature but every bit as dangerous. Pressed behind Chuck, naked body against naked body, his obscenely large hand – Chuck is convinced that can't be natural – reaches around and pumps Chuck's cock, driving him mad with the same precise skill he uses on all weaponry.

At that thought a faintly hysterical laugh is forced from Chuck's lips, because – dear god – he is so out of his league here.

"Sarah," Casey says. His voice is husky and commanding, breathing right by Chuck's ear. "Shut him up, will you?"

Her mouth moves from Chuck's neck and she smiles – so beautiful, so radiant – before she kisses them. They've done this before, his lips on hers, but never like this. This time she possesses him. She's everywhere, infiltrating all his senses, but Casey won't be forgotten. At the same moment as Sarah's devilish teeth nip sharply at Chuck's bottom lip, Casey's newly slicked fingers push inside Chuck's ass, teasing him open and making him squirm.

And, yeah, that's just about the moment that Chuck gives up on rational thought altogether. With two government agents focusing their attention on him, there is very little he can do but enjoy the mind-blowing ride.

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

rings

RPS, Jensen/Steve, rings

[idiosyncratic.livejournal.com]

It's not something Steve ever talks about, the thing he did for Jensen. And there's no denying that he did it for Jensen.

All because Jensen had said he thought it would be hot.

It was painful as hell, but it was all worth it the first time Jensen saw him without his shirt. Steve barely had time to ask if Jensen liked it before Jensen was on him, shoving him to the bed, lips and tongue attacking the circle of silver.

Now, it's part of the foreplay. And during play. And after play. Jensen can't stay away from it, and Steve knows it, knows that Jensen's teeth will catch it, tug on it as he rocks into Steve. And Steve will arch up, gasp, shockwaves radiating from the nipple ring, and Jensen will just laugh.

One of these days, Steve tells himself, he's going to talk Jensen into getting one of his own.

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

growl

Supernatural/Angel Crossxover - Dean/Angelus

[willow-reece.livejournal.com]

(Follow up to; Supernatural/Angel Crossxover - Dean/Angelus - dark alley, from yesterday.)

Dean's wrists and ankles are bound with heavy clanking chains, he can barely move, barely breathe as that damn vamp comes back into view again, naked and grinning from ear to ear.

Dean had thought he'd had the thing cornered back in that alley, but he'd been wrong; so very wrong.

And now here was, sore and aching, waiting for the next round to begin.

"Now my boy, remember what I said; if you wanna scream, go ahead. It's like music to my ears."

Dean growls against the gag in his mouth, cussing the son of a bitch out.

"Now, now. None of that."

The vamp moves closer, running his bare hands over Dean's naked chest, slipping and sliding down.

Dean closes his eyes and wills his body to stop shaking as it grasps his penis, pulling hard.

"Alright. Now, tell me when."

~~*~~*~~

Hope you like! ♥

Firefly/Serenity Verse' - River/Jayne

[willow-reece.livejournal.com]

Jayne sat at the bar, waiting patiently. The only whore in this dung heap of a town was busy.

Jayne hated that, he hated having to wait and he really hated seeing the fella that went before him. Made him a mite uncomfortable and then he always felt it was a competition, like he had to make her scream louder and come twice as hard to feel superior.

He downed another shot of whiskey and motioned for a refill. He was just touching the glass to his lips when a small hand slid over his shoulder.

Finally, he thought.

He turned with a smile in place and then frowned as he found the damn crazy girl lookin' at him. Her eyes were all soft and all that long dark hair was pulled up-Kaylee or Inara must've done it for her-small wispy curls hanging around her face.

His eyes flicked to the short plain velvet burgundy spaghetti strap dress she wore and then moved to linger on her long legs encased in her usual combat boots. His gaze silently moved back up her body-resting for a moment on the black lace choker around her throat-his mouth watering ever so slightly at all that bare smooth skin he could see.

"What're ya doin' here? And dressed like that!"

She smiles and he thinks the room suddenly got hotter.

"Wanted to see you."

"Well ya saw me, now git-"

She leans in,pressing her mouth to his, tongue slipping in, tasting him and cutting off his retort. Her hands slide over his massive shoulders and she presses her lithe body against his before she pulls back just enough to speak, whispering the words into his mouth.

"Don't need her; can have me for free."

Jayne stares down at her, considering, weighing his options. Finally he mumbles out;

"I'm goin' ta the special hell."

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Kind of pre-porn, but I hope you like it! ♥

Carbon Copy, SGA, John/Rodney, Robot

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Sirius has always been adored.

He knows this; that means all is as it should be. He is arrogant (not unduly so, he thinks), but he is also handsome and brilliant and has no trouble attracting a crowd of admirers wherever he goes.

And that is why, he realizes, it hurts so much when James leaves him for Lily. They were best friends - always together, always up to no good. The number one place in James' life belonged to him, to Sirius - and then some red-headed little tramp had come and taken it away.

He tries very hard not to be bitter.

And perhaps that is why he went to Remus: that introverted, insecure werewolf with warm eyes and scars that went past his skin. He'd always been grateful to them for accepting his "furry little problem"; Sirius has no problem allowing him to show that gratitude.

In fact, he thinks, as Remus pulls at his hair and bites down hard on his shoulder, he'd gotten it wrong. He didn't need James; perhaps Remus had been his favorite all along.

**I hope that is porn-y enough... :)**