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It's Sunday, so that means the floor is open!
Anything goes -- any fandom, any pairing/grouping, any prompt. From schmoop to kink and everything in between.
In order to help our code monkeys, please remember to format your prompts properly:
For single fandom: Fandom, pairing, word/phrase
Example: BHD, Hoot/Eversmann, late
For a Crossover: Fandom/Fandom, pairing, word/phrase
Example: BDS/SPN, Murphy/Dean, belief
Ready? Go!
Also? Don't forget about our lonely prompts. Check 'em out, try something new, have fun. Who knows...you might find a new fandom. ;)
Anything goes -- any fandom, any pairing/grouping, any prompt. From schmoop to kink and everything in between.
In order to help our code monkeys, please remember to format your prompts properly:
For single fandom: Fandom, pairing, word/phrase
Example: BHD, Hoot/Eversmann, late
For a Crossover: Fandom/Fandom, pairing, word/phrase
Example: BDS/SPN, Murphy/Dean, belief
Ready? Go!
Also? Don't forget about our lonely prompts. Check 'em out, try something new, have fun. Who knows...you might find a new fandom. ;)
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Date: 2009-01-18 10:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-16 02:46 am (UTC)It was the smell of greasy dinner food.
It was the smll of cheap soap.
It was the smell of sweat and fear.
It was the smell of blood.
It was the smell of Dean moving above him, below him, around him.
It was the smell of come accented with gasp of "Sammy."
It was the smell of home.
Sam couldn't get enough of Dean's scent.
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Date: 2009-02-16 10:03 am (UTC)I loved this. I am mostly a drabbler myself and a lot of my drabbles are in poem format, almost like this - so I really liked this.
Thank you:)
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Date: 2009-02-24 08:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-18 10:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-11 06:56 am (UTC)"Dilios," came a strangled voice from behind him. He turned and bowed his head respectfully to his king.
"Yes?" he asked his voice stronger, firmer than he felt.
Leonidas kissed him hard and sudden. Hands grabbed at his shoulder and a hard body pressed him to the rocks. The heat from his king's body melted his tiredness away.
This was not the first time Leonidas had come to him for pleasure. As young warriors they had spent many nights in each other's arms. It was common, expected in Spartan boys. Love thy brothers in arms and you will fight all the harder.
He broke from the kiss and shook his head.
"No, majesty. You've forbade it. We must conserve our energy. It was a wise law," Dilios argued panting softly.
"The enemy pushes us closer to the edge. We may not live our tomorrow. This could be our last chance to feel the Aphrodite's gift. I want my last time to be with the man who was my first time," Leonidas said in a tone made of passion and conquest.
Who was he to deny his king?
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Date: 2009-04-11 08:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-11 11:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-12 10:51 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-01-18 10:54 pm (UTC)Absolute Certainty, R
Date: 2009-08-23 07:14 am (UTC)The rest is HERE (http://j2-babygirl86.livejournal.com/99742.html) :)
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Date: 2009-01-18 10:57 pm (UTC)Primeval, Nick/Stephen, taste
Date: 2009-01-19 10:06 am (UTC)If he kissed him now - crossed the office and placed his hands on Nick's cheeks, leaned in and pressed his lips against his friend's, coaxed his mouth open and taught him what it was to really be kissed - then he knows that Nick would taste of the too strong tang of coffee. His eyes are bleary with sleep.
That's why he doesn't do it, he tells himself. When he kisses Nick, he wants to taste him.
That's his excuse for today. He wonders what he'll come up with tomorrow.
Re: Primeval, Nick/Stephen, taste
Date: 2009-01-19 10:40 am (UTC)Oh, Stephen. *le sigh*
Thank you so much! ♥
Re: Primeval, Nick/Stephen, taste
From:Re: Primeval, Nick/Stephen, taste
Date: 2013-03-01 08:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-18 10:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-22 02:04 pm (UTC)"The portal won't open unless we input the precise combination of frequencies that got us here. So I mean trapped."
"So can't we just start trying combinations?"
"There are as many combinations as there are real numbers. That's an uncountable infinity, Jack."
"Isn't infinity always uncountable?"
"It's cute that you think that, Jack."
"Shut up Nathan."
"Look, maybe Fargo will notice we're missing, see the portal log, and send us the correct info."
"So our return home depends on Fargo? Great."
"Stop complaining. We just have to keep ourselves occupied. Let's have a friendly debate, Carter. I think scientists are better lovers than cops. We have technique, patience, and most importantly, a commitment to innovation."
"Are you serious? Everyone know cops are sexier than scientists. It's not even a contest."
"That's not a logical argument, Carter."
"Excuse me Mr. Spock."
"Good example. Spock would have have been much better in bed than Kirk."
"You spend a lot of nights picturing Spock and Kirk getting it on, Nathan?"
"We can't all have your classy taste in porn, Carter"
"Wait- what?"
"Sarah told me about your browsing habits."
"I hate her. And you."
"Stop complaining, Carter. So you like hot guys with facial hair. Nothing to be ashamed of. Though I was surprised when I realized I'm your type."
"Kill me now."
"But then I thought of all the possibilities. All the things we could try, all the angles and activities, all the noises I could hear come out of your mouth. Talk about infinite combinations."
Jack stared at Nathan, unable to tell if he was kidding.
Until Nathan reached over and unbuttoned Carter's shirt. He sucked and bit all over his shoulder, then his chest and stomach, and then started rubbing Carter off, with the precision and focus of -- yes, a scientist. He followed his hand with his mouth and soon Carter was moaning. But Nathan flipped Carter onto his stomach and covered Carter's mouth with his left hand. "I said stop complaining." He the used his right hand fingers to press into Carter, pushing him until he edged toward release. Finally, he moved his around to Carter's prick and finished him, keeping his other hand on Carter's mouth, making him feel controlled and even dominated.
Nathan let go when it was over and looked proudly at Jack, who looked like he needed a long nap. But, never one to run from a challenge, Jack sat up and said "Yeah, that was a really good point, but let me demonstrate why cops are better."
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Date: 2009-03-22 06:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-18 11:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-25 02:29 pm (UTC)So Dom was a convicted felon, on the run from the law with someone who he could guess had pissed off the FBI pretty bad.
Dom glanced over to where Brian's fingers were gripped tight around the steering wheel and to where a slight silver scar merged with his hairline.
Dom turned back to the road, yeah he was pretty screwed but even given the chance, he wouldn't replay his life for anything.
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Date: 2009-04-25 04:00 pm (UTC)Perfect! ^_^
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From:no subject
Date: 2009-01-19 01:48 am (UTC)Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack/Will, tied
Don't know if this is what you meant...
Date: 2009-03-08 12:23 am (UTC)"Jack, this isn't what I meant," he says, wrists bound and attached to a hook that's hanging from the ceiling.
Jack's hand smacks Will's bared arse and he smiles as the younger man cries out.
He grips Will's hips hard enough to leave bruises and lowers his mouth to the bound man's cock. He licks the length of it and then smirks up at his captive.
"Well you did say we ought to let it end in a tie."
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Date: 2009-01-19 03:33 am (UTC)Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, Perry/Harry, lost
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Date: 2009-01-19 04:08 am (UTC)