Friday Free For All
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comment_ficSo, here we are. May 1st. Where has the year gone?
But, more importantly than that, it's Friday. Which can mean only one thing... It's time for FRIDAY FREE FOR ALL!!
Yup, you got it. Anything and everything goes. Any fandom, any pairing, any crossover, any prompt.
Just make sure to be nice to this codellama and her fellow codemonkeys by leaving your prompts in the proper format
For a single fandom: Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: RPS, Chris/Steve, "I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you"
For a crossover: Fandom/Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: The A-Team/Leverage, team centric, 'If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire...'
Don't forget that we have a lot of lonely prompts, so if you're not being inspired today, you can always adopt one of those
But, more importantly than that, it's Friday. Which can mean only one thing... It's time for FRIDAY FREE FOR ALL!!
Yup, you got it. Anything and everything goes. Any fandom, any pairing, any crossover, any prompt.
Just make sure to be nice to this codellama and her fellow codemonkeys by leaving your prompts in the proper format
For a single fandom: Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: RPS, Chris/Steve, "I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you"
For a crossover: Fandom/Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: The A-Team/Leverage, team centric, 'If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire...'
Don't forget that we have a lot of lonely prompts, so if you're not being inspired today, you can always adopt one of those
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Date: 2009-05-01 04:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-21 04:18 pm (UTC)Merlin runs his slim fingers over the edge of linen and pulls it down to reveal the slender lines of throat, that curve at Arthur's Adam's apple, and nuzzles down at the tawny head of hair. In his sleep, Arthur lets out a low rumble and curls closer.
"Prat," Merlin whispers and laughs silently when he receives no reaction other than a snuffle and an arm closing around him. Closing his eyes he falls back into dreams, his thumb stroking over smooth skin.
(really short, sorry, hon)
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Date: 2009-05-01 04:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-07 05:23 am (UTC)"So when are you coming to see me?" he asks.
"When's good for you?" Brian asks.
"Oh...I'm pretty flexible."
"Mm. I remember."
Justin grins. Visiting plans can wait a little while. "Guess what I'm doing right now," he says, pulling off his t-shirt.
"I have...no idea," Brian drawls.
"I'll give you a hint," Justin says. "It involves being very...flexible."
He can practically see Brian's lecherous grin through the phone. "I'm listening."
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Date: 2009-05-01 04:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-05 05:34 pm (UTC)After the first night, Eliot has no reason for the team to stay at the offices, but that doesn’t stop him from sleeping on the couch in Nate’s office, he stills feels safest surrounded by Nate’s scent.
He’s slept on Nate’s couch for a week before Nate finally talks to him about it. Eliot doesn’t want to admit that he still doesn’t feel safe at his own apartment; that it doesn’t feel like home anymore, not after spending so long with Nate.
Nate tells him that the apartment is still his home; that he doesn’t ever have to go back to his apartment if he doesn’t want to. Eliot is ridiculously grateful, not that he’d ever admit that to Nate.
That night for the first time since he was returned to his adult self, Eliot feels totally safe and at home, curled up on the couch with Nate.
It isn’t a perfect solution, not by a long shot, but Eliot doesn’t care because he thinks that for the first time in a long time he’s found a permanent home.
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Date: 2009-05-02 07:44 am (UTC)http://dreamsofspike.livejournal.com/183954.html
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Date: 2009-05-01 07:27 pm (UTC)Steve's got his back up against the tree, and Christian's laid out in the grass, his head resting on Steve's stomach as he stares up at the stars through the leaves. He's humming to himself, soft and quiet and not really thinking about it, while Steve cards his fingers through his hair absentmindedly. Chris tips his head into the touch, smiling up at him as he sits up and leans in to brush their lips togehter.
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Date: 2009-05-01 04:45 pm (UTC)(not that I'm listening to Rancid, or anything LMAO)
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Date: 2009-05-01 04:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-02 05:02 am (UTC)Steve paused with Chris' jeans around his ankles, his breath ghosting over Chris' erection. His fingers traced up and down his boyfriend's thighs, slow and teasing. "Well..." he drawled, "I could put on some music, baby, if you're not in the mood. Pull out the wine, maybe light a few candles...." His mouth hovered just above Chris' cock, not touching, his eyes staring up at Chris, as if waiting.
"Fuck you!" Chris ground out, laughing and shivering at the same time. "Just fucking TOUCH me already."
Later, tangled together on their bed, he's halfway asleep and his mind is alive with song. Steve says something, and Chris replies, "Your mouth is velvet romance," before he slip completely away into sleep.
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Date: 2009-05-01 04:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-05 04:40 am (UTC)Still, best to proceed with caution until he knew for certain just who and what that smile was meant for tonight. As if reading his thoughts, Chris let his smile slip into a lazy smirk, one that Jensen could never resist kissing. He moved toward Chris to do just that but Chris matched him step for step, backing away. It was a testament to just how alluring that smirk was that Jensen kept following and he might have been a little disturbed by that except he’s pretty sure that Steve has the same problem.
Which, speaking of Steve, Jensen spared a thought to where the man was. He was the reason Jensen was over here in the first place, calling him up and asking him to come over. Hell, the man had said please and Jensen’s pretty sure no one’s ever said no to that either.
“Where’s Steve?” Jensen asked, even as he slowly stalked Chris down the hall. He wasn’t fooled though. He may be the one doing the chasing, but he was in no way the one in control.
“He’s here. He’ll be glad you came.” Chris stopped in front of the door to their bedroom.
“Well, since he asked so nicely, I couldn’t say no. He did say please after all.”
“Of course he did.” Chris stepped through the bedroom door and Jensen followed. “It’s all he’s going to be saying for a while.”
And there was Steve, bound spread eagle on the bed, blindfolded and hard. He took a step forward, intending to touch, and taste and do whatever else he felt like doing when Chris grabbed his arm to stop him. Jensen turned toward the other man, protest turning into a groan as he saw another blindfold in his hand. It didn’t matter, Jensen didn’t need to see to know that Chris was once again smiling.
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Date: 2009-05-01 04:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-20 09:27 am (UTC)“Please,” he says – whimpers, more like, straining back against the clamps as far as he dares. He feels the slight change in sensation as someone rests a hand on the dildo in his ass, lets out a shuddering breath, thinking they're finally going to take mercy on him.
“Please, what, Chris?” Steve asks, breath cooling Christian's heated skin as his fingers move the toy ever so slightly, making Chris squirm.
“Please...more...” he gasps, still trying involuntarily to push back against the dildo that's been tormenting him all night, giving him just enough stimulation to keep him hard and aching but not quite enough to actually get him off.
“More, hmm? Think we can do that, Jeff?”
There's no answer, but in the same moment, Steve pushes the vibrator all the way in and Jeff swallows Christian's cock. The surprise of the combined sensations makes him cry out and he damn near comes then and there. Steve pulls the toy out again, slowly, teasing, making sure it drags along Christian's prostate, then finally pushing it back in, just as slow, as Jeff slowly licks long, wet lines up his cock and Chris isn't actually sure if this is better or worse than before. Incoherent noises are falling from his mouth, and he forces himself to form them into words. “Please, more, faster, please...”
Steve obliges, speeding up his thrusts, as Jeff begins sucking his cock in earnest. The two of them move in almost perfect unison, until Chris is moaning helplessly, his hands clenching and unclenching behind his back, grabbing at the air, and finally Steve gives one last hard with the vibrator and he's coming, Jeff swallowing convulsively around him.
He feels the clamps being removed. In his exhausted state, he barely notices the pain as the blood returns to his aching nipples. He slumps forward; his hands are unbound, the bandana pulled from his eyes. Steve and Jeff are standing over him – both still mostly clothed, he notices.
“Did you enjoy that, Christian?” Steve asks, smirking down at him.
“Mm,” he nods, figuring his ability to vocalize will return eventually.
“Good. There's only one problem, then.”
“We never said you could come, did we, Chris?” Jeff asks.
Chris shakes his head, eyes widening.
“You've been a very naughty boy,” Steve informs him.
“That's right,” Jeff agrees. “And naughty boys have to be punished.”
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Date: 2009-07-01 06:28 am (UTC)Cut to LJ (http://momma-66.livejournal.com/15604.html#cutid1)
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Date: 2009-05-04 04:56 pm (UTC)"What in the hell..." Angel says as he sees not one, but three Lindseys performing at Caritas. "Please tell me I'm imagining things.
"You're not, Angel cakes," Lorne responds. "Your lawyer friend is a triplet. And those boys can sing."
"He's not my friend."
"Sure he's not. The two of you have just mutually decided to stop killing each other for no good reason. I had been busy reading Eliot and Christian, but I can always switch over to Lindsey if you want."
"No need," Angel says quickly. "Just tell me the other two are less trouble than their pain in the ass brother."
"Hate to break it to you Angel," Lorne says, "but Lindsey's the good triplet."
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Date: 2009-05-18 01:38 am (UTC)Dean howled at the moon as the change started to morph his shape, turning him into something he would have rather hunted than something he ever wished to be. His hands grew into paws and claws, while his face turned more animalistic. He was a were now, the wolf was born again.
“Ill met by moonlight,” Sam quoted an old dead human author as he grinned a wide and toothy grin and neared his brother. “I've been waiting for you to change for a whole month now. I'm sorry I missed your last transformation, I was busy with my sire.”
Dean purred, coming up to Sam on all fours. He was trapped inside this form now, his animal urges in control with his human self forced to watch everything. He didn't like when Sam made his rare appearances these days; they always got into trouble together. Sam liked to instigate his were-self, manipulate it into doing things that Dean never would.
He realized now why the moon was red tonight. There was no stopping himself from the dangers of being near his brother, no way to stop from doing everything Sam wanted him to do. And as a vampire, Sam only wanted two things: sex and violence. It was going to be a long night.
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Date: 2009-05-01 05:06 pm (UTC)(They'd be sooo hot together *q*)
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Date: 2009-05-01 09:16 pm (UTC)"You mean before you turned into a closet-case frat-boy macho-man jerk?" Jason said, smiling, as he sat up, blankets covering the lower half of him.
"Yeah, before then," Oliver said, shooting the smartassery right back at him, "Back when you only had eyes for Lex."
"Hey, you rejected us both. We turned to each other for comfort."
Oliver gave a guilty look until Jason continued, "Of course once we found each other, it was clear that we were both significantly better in bed than you."
Oliver lunged at Jason, laughing, pushing his torso back onto the bed, pinning Jason's hands above his head. "Is that so?"
Jason gave an obscenely lush smile. "Memory can be a tricky thing Oliver. I might need a little more current information to compare. To be sure."
"I would have thought you had enough," Oliver bragged, his finger tracing the evidence of recent activity on Jason's body, the fingernail scratches on the shoulder, the rugburn on the stomach.
"Did I? Funny, I don't seem to recall anything special."
"Now you're really asking for trouble, Jason."
"Maybe this time it'll be memorable."
"No. This time you won't be able to remember anything but a vague blur of desperation. Searing pain and an absurd level of pleasure."
"Big talk, Oliver," Jason mocked, though his body visibly tensed up in anticipation of the promise-threat.
"You know I always keep my promises Jason. And this time I promise you'll feel like you're being yanked in and out of oblivion." Oliver moved his hands downward and pushed hard at the spot right behind Jason's balls, Jason's favorite spot, making him shudder.
"What's wrong, Jason? I thought you wanted to make some smartass comment?" asked Ollie as he continued to work.
Half-dazed, Jason replied, "I forget what I was going to say."
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Date: 2009-05-24 07:23 pm (UTC)He is surprised when it’s going on 10 and Steve still hasn’t come back. He’d been so sure that he would walk in a couple of hours after he left and they’d talk and kiss and everything would be fine again. That’s usually how it goes.
Chris has done everything he can think of to do, just to take his mind off what had gone wrong that day. He cleaned the kitchen from top to bottom, and he hates doing that so much, cleaned out the closet and started sorting through the explosion of music, lyrics, and random papers that is the music room. He is thinking about finally giving in and going for a run when he realizes just how grimy he feels.
He’s only been in the shower a couple of minutes when he realizes when he’s singing under his breath. He’s singing Don’t Move On, and why he always sings Steve’s songs when he’s upset is beyond him. He has moved on to Just Another Goodbye when he catches himself singing again and realizes for the first time that there is someone in the bathroom with him.
He knows it is Steve, it’s always Steve but it doesn’t make him feel less embarrassed. It’s actually worse because now Steve knows what he was singing; what he always sings when he’s messed up with Steve or missing him.
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Date: 2009-05-01 05:23 pm (UTC)End of all Hope - NC-17, non-con
Date: 2009-05-10 08:26 pm (UTC)To be looked at like that was rare and precious.
The way that Sam was looking at him now couldn’t be farther away from that.
There were hardly any signs at all of Sammy in the naked man sprawled in front of him.
Sam was laying spread eagled on red satin sheets, writhing sinuously, his hair, longer than Dean remembered, framing his beautiful face, his long erection curving up to his stomach, his black eyes locked with Dean’s, his hands roaming his skin, touching, stroking, teasing, tempting.
Dean stood at the end of the bed, tears running down his cheeks, wings folded forlornly around himself, unable to move, unable to turn away, to talk, to do anything but watch and mourn the loss of his brother.
The air around the bed rippled with power, with Sam’s power and Dean felt himself moving. He climbed up onto the bed, his hand stroking over his own cock, forcing it to hardness as he leant over his brother, his lips hovering over the pulse point at Sam’s neck.
“Fuck me,” Sam commanded quietly.
“Sam.” The name bubbled painfully from Dean’s throat, as he tried so hard to resist, making one last effort to get through to anything that might be left of his brother.
Every muscle in Dean’s body strained as he fought to pull back, to regain control of his limbs, but the minute Sam’s body arced up to him and he felt the rocking of their hips, the sensual heat of Sam’s skin, he knew he had lost.
“Please.” Sam meant it as a command, but it came out a husky whisper that reverberated throughout the room, through Dean’s skin and bones and veins and into his bloodstream.
Dean’s control gave out and he hungrily attacked Sam’s mouth, pushed Sam’s legs chest ward and with a deep thrust of his pelvis, he was inside; their bodies melding, heat that rivaled the hottest pits of Hell radiating from them both.
It was nothing like Dean had ever experienced. Sam’s fingers were clenching in the sheets, scorching them lightly with released power as Dean frantically fucked him.
When Sam came, moaning and bucking beneath his brother, the room around them shifted, the walls surging with dark, twisted colors and nightmarish images.
The clench of Sam’s muscles tipped Dean over the edge and wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure swept him into oblivion as he came inside of Sam. He felt the world go black as his back arched in pain, his wings suddenly extending to their full span as he rode out the last vestiges of his orgasm.
When Dean eventually opened his eyes, he was still lying on the bed but he was alone.
The room smelled of sex, charred feathers and the end of all hope.
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Date: 2009-05-01 05:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-03 06:22 am (UTC)He tastes like weed and beer, and a bit like cigarettes, but under that he just tastes like Steve. It draws Chris in, slow and lazy and entirely irresistable, especially in tandem with that quirk of a smile on Steve's lips, like he'd still be giggling if he weren't too busy kissing him.
And those hands, sliding down his back to cup his ass and back up again to slip under his shirt. Steve's fingers press and rub into his skin, nails just barely scratching. Chris can't help but arch up into the massage, all but purring. Their legs tangle together, fighting to keep from rolling together off of the couch and onto the floor. Steve's hips grind up, breath coming in small pants as Chris moves to kiss and nip at his throat.
Somehow Chris gets his hands between them, getting their pants open just enough to press their cocks together. Steve's grip digs into his shoulders as Chris strokes them together, as Chris kisses him again, unable to get enough. Steve comes first, moans into his mouth and hips jerking sharply, pulling Chris along after.
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Date: 2009-05-03 07:45 am (UTC)Steve giggles at something on the TV. To be honest, Chris isn't even sure what's on anymore. It's late, far, far too late considering how early they flew in this morning. But he smiles and kisses Steve's temple anyway, eliciting another round of quiet giggles. Steve reaches across to grab his beer, blinking as he shakes it a little and then turns it upside down to prove it's empty.
Chris can't see his pout, but he can feel it straight through his shoulders. "Go get another," he suggests.
Steve brightens at that, grinning again as he twists around to kiss Chris on the mouth. "Genius," he says, trying to stand and not really succeeding.
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Date: 2009-05-01 05:45 pm (UTC)SGA, Rodney/OMC, Persuasive Roommate
Date: 2009-05-01 08:40 pm (UTC)It was those damn doe eyes Jack'd flashed. Rodney had never been attracted to a man before, but this guy was hot with his saggy brown hair, green eyes and firm body. He had no idea why his roommate was into him. Rodney was pudgy, overly smart and ignored by most of his college class, especially sexually. This guy though had been trying to get him into bed the moment he'd met.
"Why are you doing this?" Rodney couldn't help but ask as Jack slid another finger inside of him. He gasped out in both pain and delight, which only got louder as his fingers curled in.
"You deserve it," he said and when Rodney turned around he saw the other man putting on a condom.
"I deserve it?"
"Yeah, your a great guy. You're a touch arrogant but that's only a way to protect yourself," he said as he pulled his fingers out and positioned himself in front of his opening.
"Damn psych majors," Rodney complained but wiggled his hips. He already missed the sensation of those fingers. God was he gay?
"Before you ask. Your bisexual and that's natural," Jack said slowly pushing the head of penis inside.
Rodney put his head into the pillow in front of him as the pain pushed through him. It felt horrible, too much pressure, too big. Jack didn't stop though and Rodney didn't ask him too. They sat there joined for a moment. Rodney had never imagined how close to someone sex could make you feel.
Jack's hand went down and started stroking his cock. Pleasure overruled the pain and he bit his lip. He let out a soft moan and arched back. Jack started rocking slowly, his hips moving just enough to get Rodney used to the friction.
"Good?" he asked softly.
"Yes," Rodney admitted in a tormented whisper. It felt so good and that sensation didn't die down like it though it would as Jack thrust. He moaned out now, unable to control it and Jack answered in time. His thrusts became more confident, more determined and Rodney arched into it.
The tempo got faster and more intense as both men brought pleasure to one another. Jack curled into Rodney as he brought them both closer to the edge. Rodney bit into the pillow as his hand got faster, faster than his thrusts even. The double sensation was better than anything he'd ever known. He finally let out a scream and a few sobs as he came. He'd never brought himself to an orgasm so intense as that.
He felt the other man come inside of him and than fall away, but his mind was still warped by the pleasure. He fell down next to him and curled in content as a puppy.
"Enjoy?" Jack asked.
"It's a physical impossibility that one should feel so good after what we just did."
"Physical, but not mental. That's why I prefer psych classes."
"So," Rodney said feeling a little uncomfortable.
"Yes, we can do it again. Yes, we can date if you want. And no you can't get rid of me no matter what you do. You'd have to go to outer space to get away from me," Jack said stroking Rodney's hair.
"Thanks," Rodney said silently thinking psychology classes might be good for something. He'd never admit it though.
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Date: 2009-05-01 05:46 pm (UTC)