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

[fireflypenance.livejournal.com]

weapon

original fic, omc/ofc, weapon

[tsuki-no-bara.livejournal.com]

(my very first comment porn! also my very first porn with these two characters.)

They sharpen knives, load rifles, fill shells, clean shotguns. They paint circles on trees for target practice, hang empty cans from branches, spar with someone's ski poles, the pointy ends covered with Silly Putty so they don't accidentally draw blood.

And all the time he's watching her, wanting her, his crazy, dangerous girl, his fearless partner, his other half. He watches her and he wants her and he waits for her.

One day they're out hunting a Thing, and after they've put it down, they're both panting and sweaty and streaked with blood and he can't stop himself, he grabs her and pulls her down, and she's still holding her bloody knife when he yanks his pants off, practically rips hers, and as he pounds into her, grunting and groaning and breathing her name, the only thing in his head is her, tall and strong and armed, the long knife in her hand, a "come and get me" look on her face.

She is a weapon as surely as the knife in her hand, the knife she drops as she meets his thrusts, as they both cry out with their climax. He can aim her and let her go and she will destroy everything in her path, even him.

He can't think of a better way to die.

[fireflypenance.livejournal.com]

someday

[neierathima.livejournal.com]

((I'm supposed to be packing, gosh durnit...))

((Leverage/Spn, Sam/Dean/Eliot, plus bonus leverage team cameos and some inappropriate refrences to BoyKing!Sam))

"C'mon baby, we've got you, you're doing so good."

Eliot can hear Sam sobbing softly over the phone, the little of hitch of breath that means Dean is getting just a little deeper, a little more.

"Can't, so close, wanna come, please."

"Not yet, Sam", just as Dean says "Soon, Sammy, I promise." It's supposed to last, supposed to be a punishment, but Dean can never hold out on his baby brother for long. Dean acknowledges this, and makes it up to Eliot.

"C'mon Sammy, make some noise for your boy on the phone there. Gotta make it good for him. Not gonna let you come until he says it's ok."

"God, Dean. Please Eliot need it so bad, please..."

Both of Eliot's hands, the one on the phone and the one on his cock tighten at the sound of Sam's strung out, needy voice and Dean's whispered reassurances.

"Yeah, yeah, ok. Go ahead."

Dean's voice stutters out filth as the sounds of skin on skin take over, and Sam is reduced to whimpers and moans.

Eliot comes as Sam does, his hand dragging across his cock in time with Sam's drawn out orgasm. As Dean is coming a second later he hears a decidedly female voice on the phone.

"Someday my prince will come....." Parker has a goddamned terrible singing voice.

"Parker! What the hell?" As Eliot curses, he hears in the background the sound of Sam's "oh god" and then a door slamming, probably the bathroom.

Then Alec is on the line.

"Yeah I forgot to mention we've been having some problems with the phones in the offices and they're all temporarily connected to one line. Sorry about that."

"How long have you been listening?"

Parker giggles. "Not that long."

"Really, don't stop on our accounts."

"Sophie?!"

Dead silence on all the lines until Dean speaks up.

"So, we get into town tomorrow, see you then?" and he hangs up, the bastard.

Eliot puts the phone down, but Parker's laughter is still audible through the walls.

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Yours

Dark Angel, Max/Alec, yours

[meredevachon]

Max wasn't quite sure when it happened. When all the smarmy looks and smart ass comments became comforting… expected… desirable. When the ever-present thorn in her side became something… someone she depended on.

But it happened.

And when she turned, slamming Alec into the wall, pinning him there with a bruising, biting challenge that was only remotely like a kiss, feeling him pull her closer, a growing hardness pressing along her thigh, she knew everything – the jibes, the smirks, the annoying habits, the complaining – it had all meant only one thing.

Yours.

But that wasn't the scary thing. The part that really scared Max was that the whole time, she'd been saying the same thing.


[not very porny. sorry.]

[moorishflower.livejournal.com]

Truth.

The Truth Hurts (But Not as Much as Lies)

[kelios.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, truth
Note: This is a companion piece to the one I did for lies.

The truth hurts. Sam can attest to that now. His whole body aches, throbs, from the fallout of finally telling Dean how he feels about him. Sam smiles wryly, cataloguing the aches and pains.

His ass hurts from where Dean fucked him dry before they realized lube is more than just a recommendation.

His jaw hurts from letting, begging, Dean to fuck his mouth, long and hard.

His back hurts, because Dean lost it the first time he came inside Sam, his nails leaving welts on Sam's back from shoulder to hip.

His knees hurt, because as big as the Impala's backseat is, it's still not big enough for a guy Sam's size to get fucked. Not even close.

Even his cock hurts, because he came like twelve times the first day, and that's a hell of a lot of friction.

But Sam doesn't care. He's had much worse, and each little twinge sends a tiny thrill of desire through him, especially when Dean notices and has to shift in his seat. And every time he looks at his brother, he can't help smiling. Goofy, schmoopy, sappy grins that make Dean turn red and rub the back of his neck before grabbing Sam and kissing him senseless, right out in the open for everyone to see.

The truth hurts, alright...and for once Sam couldn't care less.

Dean's happy, and he feels just terrible about it. He knows he got a little carried away with Sam...Okay, a lot carried away, but he'd been waiting so damn long, and Sam kept begging, and how the hell could Dean say no to that? And it's just so wrong that every time Sam winces or shifts, Dean remembers why and gets hard all over again.

So Dean's happy, happier than he's ever been, and he doesn't know what to do about it. Maybe if he lets Sam top this time....He grins. Yeah, that sounds like the perfect punishment. The truth doesn't hurt yet...but he's sure it's going to.

[neierathima.livejournal.com]

rules

Leverage, Eliot/Sophie, rules

[meredevachon]

They had rules. Sat down and hammered them out after the second time, when they could no longer fool themselves it was just a one-off.

Never at the office. Hardison was bound to have all kinds of surveillance they didn't know about, and it wasn't worth the risk.

Never on the job. Not unless it was all part of the con, but they both had a feeling Nate wasn't likely to use that kind of scam if he could help it.

Never around the team. For all that they were a bunch of thieves, none of them were particularly good at keeping their mouths shut.

And the absolutely, positively inviolable rule – because, let's face it, they were thieves, so breaking the rules didn't bother them all that much most of the time: never to make somebody jealous. Especially when that somebody was a good guy, an honest man, and just maybe, even a friend.

But as Sophie looked at the man spread beneath her, golden skin dark against pale pink Egyptian cotton, his fingers rough as they gently pulled her breasts free from her bra thumbing over her nipples, as she tracked and traced Eliot's scars with her nails, with her tongue, feeling him arch up under her… as she slid down onto him, his hips rising to meet hers… as he rolled them over, her legs wrapping around his waist to hold him closer… as she came with a gasp and a sigh, feeling him lose the rhythm as she clenched around him…

… rules were the furthest thing from her mind.

[an-ardent-rain.livejournal.com]

Control

Firefly/Serenity Verse' - River/Jayne

[willow-reece.livejournal.com]

For River, control was impossible. She felt everything, all the time, every waking and sleeping moment of her life she couldn't control anything.

Except Jayne; she could control him.

With a flash of bare thigh, a flick of her hair, a sultry grin and he was hers.

River loved the power she had over him. Every night she would sneak down into his bunk, and slip between his sheets, joining him. Her hands sliding over bare skin, lips pressing against his throat as he groaned deep in the back of his throat, her hand grasping him firmly and then she would make him lose his control.

~~*~~*~~

I'm so glad I got you interested in this comm. Hee. ♥

[echoing-dream.livejournal.com]

Mirror

CWRPS/Angel/Leverage, Chris/Lindsey/Eliot, mirror

[meredevachon]

It's like looking in a mirror, Chris thinks. Some crazy ass funhouse mirror that distorts reality and shows you things you never were.

Himself, but not. Short hair and thousand dollar suit, honey-slick tongue not spinning lies just now 'cause it's too busy licking and stroking the cock shoved past lips as full and wide as Chris' own. A cock that's just as familiar as those lips.

Himself, but not. Bare chest and broad shoulders even more ripped than Chris' when he knows he's got a shirtless scene coming up. Hands cradling the Lindsey's skull, callused and rough, but somehow Chris knows they're not from playing guitar. Only the scars are truly different, and Chris wants to study them, wants to touch and taste, wants to know.

And when Eliot turns to where Chris is watching from the doorway, the eyes that pin him in place even as they pull him forward are the same eyes he sees in the mirror each day. The voice, a whiskey-rough, sex-hoarse rasp he knows as well as his own name, when Lindsey pulls off Eliot's cock long enough to say, "Get your ass over here, cowboy," before sucking Eliot down again.

Crazy ass funhouse mirror or not, Chris just has to know.

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

unexpected

[bwhouwant2b.livejournal.com]

He never expected to fall in love with him. It started as a drunken night of fucking that continued whenever they were in the same town and had time. He didn’t mean to stay all night that first time. Didn’t intend to make breakfast for him either, it just happened. He didn’t want to need to hear his voice whenever it had been too long since the last time he called. But mostly, he never expected for him to love him back. He feels like his lover could do so much better despite what he tells him. While the love was unexpected, he wouldn’t change anything about it. He doesn’t think he could live without him anymore.

Um...not porny at all, but I hope you like it.

[roguewords.livejournal.com]

lie

RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, lie

[caarirose.livejournal.com]

He didn’t tell Steve the stunt had gone wrong.

Chris told himself it was because he didn’t want to worry Steve, or maybe he kind of left it out of the conversation because it wasn’t that bad.

Two cracked ribs and a hyper extended shoulder could have been worse right? Yeah, okay, Chris knows it could have been a whole lot fucking worse if the harness didn’t finally jerk him into stop about ten foot past the point where it should have been stopping him. But Chris is also having a hard time telling himself this because it fucking hurts to breathe right now and his mood would actually have to improved for it to be classified as miserable.

So there’s the truth why he didn’t tell Steve, he feel like fucking shit and he doesn’t want Steve trying to go all mother hen on him over the phone. He wants him here, in person.

Which totally explains why he didn’t tell him the stunt had gone wrong, right?

Yeah, that’s what Chris thought too.

[idiosyncratic.livejournal.com]

reflection

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

RPS, Jeff/Steve, reflection

Rain streaks the window and his reflection is soft and watery as he watches the moon dance in and out of the clouds. He's cold, but not enough to get up from the comfortable seat where he sits, naked, arms wrapped around his knees, waiting.

He isn't sure he'll come, because this is still very new, odd...for both of them.

Then the dark behind him wavers in the window, shadows dancing with something darker and slowly resolving into a face, dark hair, whiskers and a smile. His hand rises to brush down Steve's hair and Steve turns from the wavering reflection to the real thing, surging up into his arms, bodies pressed flush together as their mouths meet.

[idiosyncratic.livejournal.com]

salt

Supernatural/Leverage - Dean/Eliot - Salt

[weesta.livejournal.com]

I was very inspired, and the fic grew and no longer fits in the comments. *facepalm* Also, there is a decided lack of porn...but if I do a "morning after" I can get my porn on. *g*

Leverage/Supernatural, Eliot/Dean – salt (http://weesta-fic.livejournal.com/13030.html)

[idiosyncratic.livejournal.com]

burn

[roguewords.livejournal.com]

X-Men, Wolverine/Rogue

She was more than ready before he ever touched her. She'd been waiting for him to come home for weeks. He had called her, said he would be home soon. That was five weeks ago.

She'd been on edge from that minute. Three weeks with no word, and one five minute call two weeks ago saying he would be home in the next couple of weeks.

She heard him drive up fifteen minutes ago. Five minutes to put up his bike, ten to make it to her room. Maybe fifteen to make it to her room if he stopped and said hello to Charles. He would make her wait like that.

Thirty mintues after she heard him drive up, he finally showed up at her door. "I hope to hell that buggin' Cyke was worth it," she said from the bed. "Cause I've been waiting for you for the past five weeks and thirty minutes. Now just how do you plan on making it up to me, Wolverine?"

"Rogue."

Hell, she just about creamed her panties from that.




(a little pre-porn. hope the pairing works for you.) :)

[idiosyncratic.livejournal.com]

water

[morgan-cian.livejournal.com]

Jensen sat on the beach as the sun was setting. The best time of day for him, fucking freckles. It was peaceful, deserted, the waves brushing up against his toes only to retreat once more.

He loved the ocean, the beach, the heat, the water. He was content. Danneel never understood that. It was supposed to be attraction after attraction, shopping, clubs, eating and being seen. She was just wired differently. She wanted to be on the go on hiatus.

Jensen wanted to stay still, to let himself decompress from his rigid schedule, to shed the character and just be himself. He couldn't do that dodging paparazzi, being seen, signing autographs, drinking himself into a stupor to dull the edges of self consciousness.

He looked up when Jared joined him. People gave Jared a hard time for being loud, obnoxious, wild, child like and endearing. But Jensen knew better. Jared understood him. He understood the need for existence and peace. He sat beside Jensen, watching the water. The waves that came in and brushed his toes before rolling out once more.

When Jensen leaned into him, Jared put an arm around Jensen's waist, his warm skin against Jensen's naked back. When the sunset, Jared stood and pulled him to his feet, brushing a kiss against his bare shoulder. Hand in hand, they walked in the shallows, water around their ankles.

Jensen had to smile at the waiting table on the deck. He sat and Jared served a meal of salad and fresh fruit. Water instead of wine, the dogs at their feet. Jared's hand in his own, never speaking, watching the moonlight water.

[idiosyncratic.livejournal.com]

light

Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, Christian Kane/Jensen Ackles

[bwhouwant2b.livejournal.com]

As soon as the light comes on, Christian knew that he’d fucked up. There is no way that he is going to be able to explain to Steve why he’s in bed with his best friend. It's not like there's even an excuse. Steve has put up with a lot of his shit over the years, he’s dealt with Christian’s commitment issues and a whole host of other issues, but it has always been an unspoken rule that if Chris ever crossed the line and fucked Jensen, there would be no going back. Christian knew that when the party was over and they’d stumbled drunkenly back to the room but at the time, he hadn’t cared. Now looking at Steve’s face seeing the hurt in his eyes and the tears that are rolling down his cheeks, he wonders why. Why did he have to let his issues get in the way of the best thing that ever happened to him?

[ex-warmfuzzi813.livejournal.com]

Thank you Galor. This was a nice treat.