Friday Free For All

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Welcome, boys and girls, to your first Friday Free For All. It's been another fabulous week - the turn out each day seems to be better and better!

Let's keep the ball rolling, shall we? Anything goes today, of course - any fandom or crossover, any pairing or grouping, any prompt.


Please help the code monkeys maintain their sanity and remember to format your prompts:
For a single fandom: Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: Supernatural, Sam/Dean, cursed handcuff

For a crossover: Fandom/Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: Burn Notice/Leverage, Eliot/Michael, old friends


And if nothing's jumping up and catching your attention, feel free to head on over to our Lonely Prompts section.


So, go forth and prompt! Write! And I have a happy Friday!

Comments

[antares04a.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1/SGA, Daniel/Rodney, "When in Atlantis..."

[caarirose.livejournal.com]

Tying Chris to the bed is something Jeff never fails to enjoy. Listening to that voice whimper his name, the way the word ‘please’ is breathed out, stretched into three syllables.

Four if Jeff is on a roll.

Tonight he’s on his game and then some. Chris is tied to the bed spread and on display just for his lover, gleaming with sweat that’s starting to pool wherever his body concaves just enough, and panting half formed words like he can never exhaled enough to be able to breathe in completely.

The night started out with Chris prodding Jeff in the just the right way to get what he wanted without actually have to ask for it, and it’s going to end when Jeff says it can. They don’t need words any more, they both know their queues.

And half an hour later, ten minutes after Chris was taken past any limit he’s been near before and with Jeff’s come spread of his stomach, Jeff leans forward, covering Chris to undo the soft thick ropes.

That’s all Chris needs to lose it. When the ties are undone, he’s allowed to undo himself.

[magnavox-23.livejournal.com]

The ghost of John's counterpart continues to haunt him in his dreams. He knows it's not the real doppelganger, but he still doesn't let himself wake up. He has no idea where this inane curiosity will lead. Each dream is different. Sometimes there are taunts - he failed his family, he failed his wife, Elizabeth...

Sometimes it's endless hand to hand combat that seems to last for hours. The kicks, the hits, the blows he receives are as freeing as the damage he inflicts on his other. He doesn't have to control himself in the dreams, and there's no one there to save him.

Tonight John is pinned to the gate room floor. Legs held down by knee and ankle, wrists held tightly in strong, capable hands. His twin has already kicked his ass all over the place, and now he's resting his weight on John, surrounding him, suffocating him.

The pain has receded to a mute roar; the gate room fades away, but for the cold floor beneath his back. His only anchor apart from not!John.

He can't stand the look on his counterpart's face. The ugly grin. He knows he has never made that face in his life. And yet here it is before him in all its twisted beauty.

Not!John reaches down to grab him through his pants. He tries to move away, but there's nowhere else to go. His twin tugs harder, getting a firm grasp of the head and John feels himself respond. He should wake himself up right now...but he won't. He struggles in another half-assed attempt to get away but not!John just levers more weight on him, rubbing his own groin against John's hip. John's dick is caught in the fabric of his pants, contained, controlled. His orgasm is ripped out of him. Harder than he prefers, softer than he needs.

He would scream. But no voice comes out.

[elebridith]

*gulps*
*mewls*
Oh. My. God.
*dunks head in ice water*

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

*fans self*
Wow. That was perfect and gorgeous and just... wow. Thank you, hun!

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, when Nathan's in trouble, Eliot goes a bit insane trying to get him back

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, public sex

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, candles

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Leverage RPS, Timothy/Chris, in the public eye

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Strachey Mysteries, Donald/Timmy, chocolate

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

"Mmmm...yes...like that."

Jeff circles the boy, appreciating the long line of his back, more muscled than when they met, broad and beautiful. He holds it straight, not slouched like he can when he's around others, trying to disguise his true height. The spine is an indented line, a valley between the planes of muscle.

Jeff's eyes slide down that valley, falling as it leads to his naked ass. That ass is slightly pink from the very light spanking Jeff had given him.

Jared shifts a little under his scrutiny, his head turning to try to find Jeff.

"No, still." Jeff touches his head, slides a finger over his face, over his red lips. He moves in front of his boy. Jared's hands are covering his cock, which Jeff knows is hard and red.

He leans in, kisses Jared lightly. "Show me."

Jared blushes some, but his hands fall away. Jeff strokes his own cock, almost ready to give it to Jared, to let him lick and suck and bring Jeff finally to orgasm, after the hours of playing.

"Show yourself to Daddy, boy." Jeff says and Jared's hands move behind him, his chest lifting, his knees moving apart a little bit more. His cock is beautiful and curved, brushing his stomach. "That's my good boy." Jeff slides a hand into Jared's hair, holds him, guides his cock to Jared's lips.

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

Oh, guh! Yes.

*cold shower now*

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, intervention

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, flashback

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

SPN, Sam/Dean, talking without words

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

"Eyes forward." Eliot slips in behind Nate, hands ghosting over his hips, redirecting him without actually touching him. "Quiet."

He can hear Hardison directing Parker in his ear. Knows they have a very short window. Nate is standing in the window of the borrowed office, binoculars in hand.

They could be seen if anyone looks. Second floor, windows that rise up from mid-knee to ceiling. "Eliot?"

"Quiet." He opens Nate's jeans, slides inside, smiling at the way his cock responds, thickening and filling his palm.

"Guys, we still got eyes on the mark?" Parker asks.

"Answer." Eliot commands, even as he strokes Nate.

Nate lifts the binoculars. "Yes, Parker. He's still on stage."

"Going in."

Eliot smirks and strokes a little harder. "Me too."

Nate groans a little, wavering and catching himself on the glass. "Eliot..."

"I've got you." Nate is close, his breathing tighter, his head bowed. "Let go."

Nate exhales explosively as he comes, coating Eliot's hand. "You can repay me later." Eliot says softly, leaving Nate in the window, his cock out as he walks away, wiping his hand on the towel he brought with him.

Later, when he's alone on his end of this game, he'll still smell Nate on his hands...a reminder of things to come.

[lorilann.livejournal.com]

Private Practice/Supernatural, Addison/John, bar

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

SG1, Jack/Daniel, bittersweet

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

SG-1, Cameron/Teal'c, comfort

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid, memories

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

nnngh *thud*

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Oh, very, very nice! Thank you ♥

[antares04a.livejournal.com]

I think, John can't decide wether this is a nightmare or not. Very hot!

[sammynce.livejournal.com]

You fucking always kill me with the hotness ever
Never said to much thank you!!!!!!!
And i'm totally honor that your answer my prompts too
HOT HOT HOT HOT
Big thanks!

[meredevachon]

RPS, Jason Momoa/Karl Urban, tight