Tisdag: Dictionary Definitions
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ravenspear, signing on for another beautiful November morning.
Today, our theme will be Dictionary Definitions. I.e., our prompts will be the dictionary definitions of words, without actually mentioning the words in question.
And, of course, we always have to follow the rules:
♥ No more than five "live" prompts at any time.
♥ No more than three prompts from a specific fandom.
♥ No spoilers in your prompts until at least a week after release/air/publication date. If your fill is spoilerly, mark it obviously as such.
♥ Respect our codemonkey overlords, and format your prompts in the way that is pleasing to them:
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ravenspear, signing on for another beautiful November morning.Today, our theme will be Dictionary Definitions. I.e., our prompts will be the dictionary definitions of words, without actually mentioning the words in question.
And, of course, we always have to follow the rules:
♥ No more than five "live" prompts at any time.
♥ No more than three prompts from a specific fandom.
♥ No spoilers in your prompts until at least a week after release/air/publication date. If your fill is spoilerly, mark it obviously as such.
♥ Respect our codemonkey overlords, and format your prompts in the way that is pleasing to them:
Person of Interest; any; the act of throwing a thing or especially a person out of a window.
Angel Sanctuary/Supernatural; Belial/Balthazar; being so close or intimate as to prevent proper functioning.
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Date: 2011-11-29 11:27 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-11-29 11:29 am (UTC)Fill: This is more than a difference of Opinion (Finch/Reese)
Date: 2013-09-01 11:28 pm (UTC)Over at my journal, hope you enjoy.
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Date: 2011-11-29 11:35 am (UTC)Between Two Fires, M rated for sex (1/2)
Date: 2011-11-30 01:30 am (UTC)It leaves Sam reeling, especially when all that focus and fierce fire is directed at him.
Michael is tight to Sam's back, hands on his hips and holding him still, pressed all along the length of him. Lucifer is in front of them on his knees, hands clenching at Sam's thighs and holding them apart as he sucks at the human's cock. Sam can barely breathe, his skin tingling with electricity everywhere Michael is touching him and he wants to thrust into the hot mouth around his cock and push back against the dick pressed to the cleft of his ass. He wants everything and anything they'll give him and they know it.
Lucifer's mouth abruptly moves off and bites gently at the inside of Sam's thigh, prompting a whimper from the trembling human and Sam can feel the Fallen's smirk against his skin.
"Move it along, Lucifer." Michael encourages, voice rough with a visceral need as he ruts against Sam's ass.
Sam almost worries Lucifer won't simply out of the childish desire to disobey his older brother that he's yet to overcome but thankfully he only huffs a breath and reaches up to present his fingers to Sam. He knows instantly what is expected and Sam takes them into his mouth, sucking and licking and laving at them as if they were a different body part. Michael moans in his ear and Sam is reward with the sight of Lucifer's eyes darkening further before he pulls his fingers out. A long string of saliva connects his fingers to Sam's mouth for a moment before it snaps.
Then Lucifer is huddling back between Sam's legs, using one shoulder to force him to spread them wider and Sam complies, leaning his weight further onto Micheal. The Archangel is unaffected and only takes the opportunity to swipe his hands up Sam's chest and tweak a nipple. It made Sam's breath hitch but that could just be the finger Lucifer is wiggling into Sam. He's still a bit loose and wet from earlier that day, since the angels loved nothing more then to keep him stuffed full of themselves and so Lucifer spends only a few minutes stretching him open again.
Once Sam is ready, again, Lucifer reaches under him to grip Michael's cock and helps guide him into the human. Sam lets a strangled moan out and Michael grunts, hips punching forward in a way that makes Sam's moan stutter. Sam isn't given much of an opportunity to gather himself before Lucifer is swallowing him down again. He feels like he's caught between two live wires, wanting to buck forward into Lucifer's mouth and back onto Michael's cock all at the same time. Instead he's helpless to do either as Michael controls his movements with hands heavy on his hips and Lucifer only rides each push forward, swallowing and slurping over Sam with dedication.
As always, Sam is completely overwhelmed, mind nothing more then a haze of pleasure, sparking sharp over his skin.
Between Two Fires, M rated for sex (2/2)
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Date: 2011-11-29 11:38 am (UTC)no subject
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From:the waters of death are deep - PG, gen
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Date: 2011-11-29 11:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-29 12:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-29 04:15 pm (UTC)"There's a word for you two," Kamekona says as he lays out the paper plates on the picnic table. He's serving shrimp and pineapple and some other highly marinated mystery dish. Danny makes a face; Steve looks as though he's a six-year-old who's just unwrapped a puppy under the Christmas tree.
"Yeah. Dysfunctional," Danny offers. Steve glowers at him.
"No, not that." Kamekona furrows his brow, making his face look shrunken and undersized within his huge bald head. "Some sort of a word about a relationship or something."
"Whoa. This--" and Danny waves his hand in a frantic ping-pong between Steve's face and his own-- "is not a relationship. This is a couple of co-workers doing lunch."
"I didn't mean like that, bro, I mean like friends. You gotta good vibe going. You--" Kamekona's eyes squeeze shut for a moment of thought, then open again, his face souring into abject despair. "I can't think of it."
Steve's cell phone rings. He rises to his feet. "It'll come to you," he says, patting Kamekona on the generous shoulder, and steps away to take the call.
"I'm not gonna be able to sleep at night," Kamekona moans. He fixes his gaze on Danny. "If you think of it, let me know, OK?"
"Don't look at me, I'm not a dictionary," Danny says, forcing down another mouthful of mystery meat and sweet pineapple, and follows Steve away to the next stage of their investigation. But it bugs him, and in the car he thinks about asking Steve if he has an idea. But that would go into talking-about-our-relationship territory,and Danny's not into that. So he just thinks about it.
Thinks about it as they head out to the crime scene, where Danny notices that the guy has no bowling trophies or balls or shoes in his bedroom, which means the wife's claim that he goes bowling like clockwork every Thursday night is likely bullshit. Steve grins and gives Danny the thumbs-up, and Danny makes an offhand comment about how Steve is just the kind of guy who'd hoard bowling trophies and ignores the painful thumping of his heart at the sight of Steve's smile.
Thinks about it as they tag-team the suspect, trying in tandem to entice and scare him into talking, noting that his awfully large feet mean he probably would have to order custom bowling shoes, and it's too bad he might not have an alibi for this murder because Steve sometimes forgets the rules, you see, and Danny can only hold him back for so long.
Thinks about it, and finally gives up, when their suspect leads them to the drug ring and the murderer, who confesses and then pulls a gun on Steve in just enough time for Danny, sneaking around the rear with a few more of the kidnap victims, to shoot him in the back.
"So you ever come up with that word?" Steve asks as they're driving home.
Danny starts. "Hmm?"
"You know. The one Kamekona was talking about. You've been thinking about it all day."
"I've been -- how do you know what I've been thinking about? You got X-ray mind-vision as part of your Navy SEAL training?"
"I can see it on your face."
"You cannot see what I'm thinking on my face, Steven. Maybe an emotion or two, when I let you, but you cannot tell if I've been thinking about some particular word or other."
Steve grins. "Then it's a lucky guess."
"It isn't." Danny grumbles. "OK, it is. And no, I haven't figured it out. Have you?"
"I'll never tell," Steve says, and the infuriating part is, Danny can't read his mind right back and figure out whether he knows or not.
Night comes, and they're watching an episode of some crime drama, the one with the guy from Buffy, and there's a psychologist who looks at the cop duo and says "You complement each other."
Buffy-guy says "She never compliments me."
His partner replies that it's complement, meaning they complete each other, and Steve looks over at Danny. Their gazes hold a moment, and there's a spark of emotion crawling up through Danny's lungs that wants to find voice.
Steve shakes his head. "You don't have to," he says, and Danny nods, shrugs, and settles back on the couch to watch the ending credits.
*crosses fingers that this will post*
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Date: 2012-11-11 05:18 am (UTC)Or maybe not that remarkable, since I expect you prompt them more than anybody else does. Shhhhh
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Date: 2011-11-29 01:22 pm (UTC)Fill (One Piece, Zoro/Nami/Sanji)
Date: 2012-04-21 01:56 am (UTC)Robin had requested him to collect all the dirty clothes he could find in the female room for laundry, and of course he had accepted to her request. But just when he had started picking up the various items scattered on the floor, he heard someone coming. He wouldn't have been alarmed, but he soon realized it was Nami's voice, and he didn't want to get caught in such a situation by her of all people. So, being the quick man he was, he hid in the closet.
So there he was, on the closet of the female cabin, watching the navigator of the pirate ship through the small gap between the closet door and the wall (which only allowed him to see Nami's bed). Sanji's heart started racing when she reached out and took off her shirt, and he felt like fainting when she continued stripping, only her underwear remaining.
He couldn't believe it, he... he was spying on lovely Nami-san! It was good, yes, and very, very, beautiful to watch, but deep down he knew it wasn't right. He was a gentleman, he had been taught to respect woman and he just couldn't do that to Nami, invading her privacy like that... but he couldn't reveal his presence either... he would have to wait until she left or fell asleep to-
Sanji heard Nami chuckling, and saw with horrorized eyes how rough hands came out of nowhere (or at least, nowhere, visible) and tied around her waist. His eyes were about to pop out of his skull when he looked up and noticed that those hands belonged to that stupid swordsman. Roronoa Zoro was touching Nami, he was kissing her neck and smiling!
... And she seemed to enjoy it.
Sanji looked away. He retreated as away as humanly possible from that scene... it just couldn't be real, it couldn't! It couldn't be! How did-did he... that filthy marimo-head... that... how did he dare...
More soft laughs came from the couple as they fell on bed. Nami's bra had made its' way to the door of the closet, visible from the gap. Sanji forced himself to look away from it, pinching himself repeatedly; the scene just couldn't be real, it had to be a dream! He was being forced to watch (or at this point rather hear, because they weren't exactly quiet now) one of the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on having sex with that good-for-nothing, moss-haired, stupid, barbaric swordsman?
What had started like serendipity ended up becoming a tragic nightmare for the blonde pirate.
Re: Fill (One Piece, Zoro/Nami/Sanji)
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Date: 2011-11-29 01:25 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-11-29 02:42 pm (UTC)Fill "Fragile" Scott&Stiles
Date: 2011-12-05 10:16 pm (UTC)If it weren’t for the soft beeping of the heart monitor and the wheeze of the machine pushing air into Stiles’ lungs, Scott would swear his best friend was dead. His face is pale, his eyes closed. Scott swallows past the lump in his throat and looks back at him, reaching out to take his fragile human hand from beneath the many tubes and wires feeding into it.
“I’m so sorry, Stiles,” the werewolf rasps for what must’ve been the tenth time, his eyes wet and his throat impossibly dry. “This is all my fault.” His voice is barely a whisper, nearly drowned out by the sounds of the hospital around them.
He closes his eyes and imagines he hears his best friend’s signature chuckle and a witty reply. He can’t imagine not being able to hear Stiles’ voice again, see his smile, or laugh along with him. Only time will tell if he will ever get the change to.
The quiet is unnatural, unnerving. Stiles should never be this quiet. The silence seems to press in on Scott from all sides, and he chokes back a sob, unwilling to break it with the sound. He just wants his best friend back.
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Date: 2011-11-29 02:45 pm (UTC)no subject
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