Wednesday: Liquor is Quicker

[lilyleia78]

Candy is very dandy indeed! But I’m sure we all know that Liquor is Quicker. It’s been done before, but who doesn’t like to see our boys and girls a little tipsy. And there’s nothing like a little alcohol to loosen lips, lower inhibitions, or excuse bad behavior. Will our favorite characters have to live with the consequences of their drunken actions? Or will they even remember what they did last night?

Please be kind to your magnificent codemonkeys and use the proper formatting for your prompts (the second is for crossovers).

Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt

For example:
SG1, Jack/Daniel, a toast
Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, wine and roses

Remember not to post more than 5 prompts in a row, and please limit yourselves to 3 prompts per fandom per prompter. If a prompt is answered, you can prompt again later in the day.

Thirsty for more options? Give a Lonely Prompt a home.

Comments

[jemzamia.livejournal.com]

Being Human, Mitchell/George, "he's an animal when he's drunk"

[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

Sadly no fic (though I do love the prompt and if I'd ever written Being Human fic before I would be tempted to write it) but utter utter icon adoration.

[earthquakedream.livejournal.com]

RPS, Misha/Danneel, sloppy drunk sex

[bekkis.livejournal.com]

"Goddamn I love tequila." Misha slides his mouth along Danneel's leg and she groans, spreading her legs wider. The room reeks of tequila and beer and lime and sex, and Misha slides his mouth up to her cunt, sliding his tongue along her clit. She arches up into him and slides her hands into his hair.

"Oh god, me too." He kisses up her stomach and kisses her, sloppy and wet. Danneel wraps her legs around his waist, pulling flush against her, his dick hard and leaking all over her skin.

He slides inside of her in one sloppy thrust. She groans, pulling him even closer. He mouths at her neck as they fuck, sloppy and slow, just like the last two times.

He reaches down and slides a finger along her clit and Danneel comes again, arching up against him. Misha comes right after her, and after he slides out, and moves down the bed to lick at her cunt.

"Oh god."

[earthquakedream.livejournal.com]

RPS, Jared/Jensen/Danneel, Danneel is a horny drunk and is all over Jared, Jensen encourages it

[bekkis.livejournal.com]

"Hi Jared." Danneel slides into his lap, her arms wrapping around his neck. Her skirt rides up her thighs, showing off her long, tanned legs. He glances at Jensen, who just grins back at him and takes a sip of his beer.

"Hey Danneel." He grips the couch cushions on either side of her, and she slides closer, mouthing at his neck.

"Mmmm, you smell good." Jared looks over at Jensen again, who just grins slyly.

"Thanks Danny. Uh, do you think you could uh..." She shifts in his lap, right against his dick and he can't help but start to harden. "Uh, Danny."

She licks his neck and slides her mouth along his chin. She giggles and grinds against him harder, her hands sliding into his hair and Jared lets out a groan.

"Oh hell yea." He hears Jensen say and that's fucking it. Jared grabs her ass, pulling her closer. She moans and Jared looks over at Jensen, who wipes his mouth before setting his beer on the table. Jared grins before kissing Danneel, their tongues sliding together. Jensen moans, shifting his hips and unbuttoning his pants.

"Get her shirt off." Jensen groans. Jared complies, sliding her shirt over her head, and sliding a hand around her back. He presses his face between her tits, practically spilling out of her bra. She moans and rubs against him harder and Jared nips at her skin before mouthing at her nipple.

"Oh god." Danneel moans, and he can hear Jensen jerking himself off.

"Get your fingers in her." Jensen moans, and Jared can't get her skirt up fast enough, sliding his fingers into her pants and inside of her. She groans as he sinks into her, two right down to the knuckle.

"How's it feel baby?" Jensen asks, pushing his jeans off completely, dick bobbing out, red and leaking.

"So good." Jared twists her fingers, mouthing at her skin. "So big." She moans and Jared slides a third finger inside of her.

"Get her off, just like that." Jensen's jerking himself off fast and Jared groans and fucks Danneel faster, wants to shove his cock inside of her. He mouths at her nipples through her bra, soaking the fabric. Jared twists his fingers again and Danneel comes, arching against him. He hears Jensen groan and looks over, sees him coming all over his stomach and hand.

Jared's still hard, and Danneel pants against his neck before pulling back to meet his eyes.

"Mmm, c'mon, I want you to fuck me now." And he hears Jensen groan and he can't get his pants off fast enough.

[demonlord-dean.livejournal.com]

CWRPS, lawyer!Jared/FBI!Jensen, Jared has a hangover

[dannysgirlsg1.livejournal.com]

SG-1, Daniel/Vala, Drinking game that leads to confessions about their feelings

[yoruichiyoshi12.livejournal.com]

Ouran High School Host Club, Kyoya/Tamaki, Tamaki speaks/sings in French when drunk

[danse-amore.livejournal.com]

I really, REALLY apologize if this is all wrong, I used the internet and elementary french to get me through.

**

"Kyouyaaa..." Tamaki slid onto Kyoya's lap headfirst, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. One graceful, long-fingered hand gripped the neck of a winebottle loosely, dangling off the couch. Kyoya cocked his head at it and saw it was nearly empty.

Which only partially explained what happened next.

"Je suis ivre, ma reine..." Tamaki babbled conversationally, "Vous devriez l'etre aussi."

Kyoya pushed his glasses up his nose and tried hard to ignore the beautiful man stretched across him. As usual, he was only partially successful. "No, my lord, I shouldn't be. The mark on my record, should I be caught drinking on school property...and for that matter, you shouldn't be either."

But Tamaki wasn't listening. He just nuzzled further into Kyoya's lap. Kyoya tried to get the bottle away from him, but Tamaki hung on to it with a strength that Kyoya never expected him to have, no matter how many times he displayed it. They ended up struggling over the thing, limbs all a-tangle, and somehow Tamaki was curled on top of Kyoya , his whole body wrapped around the bottle. He pushed his cheek into Kyoya's chest, eyes sliding shut. "Mmm." He murmured, and Kyoya almost missed what he muttered next. But he was Kyoya - so at the first syllable he tuned in, in case it could be used as blackmail, later.

"Je t'aime..."

Kyoya froze. He couldn't mean...

"Kyoya...Je t'aime, ma reine."

Kyoya let him have the bottle. For a moment he just sat, letting Tamaki drift off, making sure that he actually was, and only then did he let the soft little smile cross his face.

"Je t'aime aussi, mon seigneur."

**

Translations (approx.):
I am drunk, my queen.
You should be, too.
I love you.
I love you, my queen.
I love you too, my lord.

[yoruichiyoshi12.livejournal.com]

Lovely Complex, Haruka/Seiko, open bar at the wedding of Otani Risa

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

Firefly/Merlin; captain!Arthur/companion!Merlin, body shots

Body shots, Firefly/Merlin, captain!Arthur/companion!Merlin

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Um...these are Merlin/Arthur!body shots. I sort of didn't read the prompt properly! *facepalms* But it's liquor and pretty, naked boys - I hope it's still okay! *beams*




He moans as Arthur pours the sticky-sweet liquor on him, puddles it in the hollow his collarbone and shoulder make. He's had this done to him before, of course - one client Merlin had frequently been invited by had had a fascination with covering Merlin's pale skin in any number of sweet sauces and licking them off, sharing the taste with Merlin in long, slow kisses...

Merlin whimpers - half at the memory, half at Arthur's warmrough tongue licking over his skin, following the trickles the liquor makes as it tries to escape, cleaning Merlin up and then pulling back, pupils so dark that his blue irises have all but vanished.

And Merlin smiles up at him, surges up and over, pushing Arthur down against the bed and picks up the bottle.

"My turn," he says, a little surprised at how husky his voice is - a smile curving his lips when Arthur shudders underneath him and tilts his head back, baring his throat for Merlin to begin howsoever he likes.

He feels slightly possessive when Arthur's spread out under him like this - wants to mark and claim and keep, and Merlin hums happily as he realises that he can, that Arthur would fight to keep him near - has, actually, already, and Merlin bends down and kisses Arthur, all slick tongue and spicy-sweet taste of the liquor.

Merlin laughs slightly for the joy of it when Arthur tries to pull him further down, and he pulls back to the sound of Arthur's whine of discontent, sitting back on his heels as he straddles Arthur's thighs and he trickles the liquor out to puddle against Arthur's sternum.

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

Dollhouse, Echo/Ballard, learning the names of shots

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid, wine-tasting kisses

[rhiannon-wing.livejournal.com]

X-Men, de-aged!Remy/Logan, Remy gets into the Liqour cabinet.

[havenward.livejournal.com]

He finally finds Remy in what the kids have dubbed the Teacher's Lounge. Not that any of them use it much, it's more for when Chuck entertains guests lookin' to write him a check and play humanitarian. There's a few plush leather chairs, a few costly books on display in glass cases. Tall mahogany bookcases that damn near gleam they've been shined so well and tall bay windows that look out over the property. And, of course, a liquor cabinet.

Remy's picked the lock, of course he has, and spread out in a fan on the floor are all the best drinks Chuck keeps stashed in here. Whiskey and gin and vodka and a bottle of fine champagne, and all their accoutrements. But Remy himself is sitting on top, his little legs pulled up under his chin and lanky hair falling over his face.

"Hey," Logan says. He's not good at this kinda shit to begin with, and with Remy caught in flux, he really hasn't got a clue how to approach the kid.

"Hey," Remy mumbles back, but doesn't look up.

Logan's chest tightens just a little. He picks his way over carefully enough and leans against the cabinet, his hip just beside Remy's feet. "Couldn't pick just one, huh?" he says gently when Remy doesn't say anything else.

"Wanted a drink wit' you, n'est pas?" Remy says so softly Logan almost doesn't hear it. "Finally found you again and I..." He trails off, arms tightening around his knees when he sniffles. "Zut alors..."

Logan doesn't even think about it before he rests a hand on Remy's head, fingers carding lightly through his hair when Remy's shoulders shake. "Look. We'll getcha big again, an' then after that I'll owe you a drink."

Remy blinks up at him, big green eyes still watery as he scrubs at his cheeks. "Tu promettes?"

"Yeah," Logan says. He turns and slides his hands under Remy's arms and lifts him up. For once, Remy doesn't protest, just fists his hands in Logan's shirt and presses his face into his neck. "I promise."

[jestana.livejournal.com]

Singin' in the Rain, Don/Cosmo, They were drunk. At least, that was Don's excuse for kissing Cosmo.

[jabber-moose.livejournal.com]

*coughs* Talk about late to the game, eh? Took a peek over at Lonely Prompts, see

Set in their earlier days

They were drunk. At least, that was Don’s excuse for kissing Cosmo. A quick bump of lips in the middle of laughing, a pause, and they were kissing again.

If Cosmo held onto Don’s crisp polo t-shirt, it was only to support Don from swaying, and not to angle his mouth onto that of his best friend, budding star of stage and screen.

Cosmo and Don had been drunk before. It came with the territory of struggling artists, after all.
Never in their years had the situation been coupled with warmth and physical affection like this.
Years of rising and falling, high times and low times, companionship, loyalty, laughter and music.
Now, once again, they were falling (together, as always) without even knowing it. Falling in the best way possible.

Years later, at the dawn of a new era, of talking pictures Cosmo asked Don if he ever remembered that night.

His best friend clapped him on the shoulder. “Which night, Cos? We had a lot of nights.”

Cosmo placed a hand over his heart, and mimed swooning. “The night I saw stars, Mister Lockwood,” and proceeded to fling his body onto the couch, sighing dreamily.

Don remembered, of course. He remembered music, laughter, and a grinning mouth against his own.
And that night, when the world unwound from the high of talkies and new prospects, Cosmo and Don unwound in the darkness of Cosmo’s apartment.

There was music, laughter, companionship, and kisses.

That night, the liquor cabinet went untouched.

[otempora42.livejournal.com]

Merlin RPF, Angel Coulby/Katie McGrath, beer then liquor makes you sick, liquor then beer you're in the clear

[amaresu]

No fic, just icon love. I love the bloopers from that scene.

[dinozzo111.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Gibbs/DiNozzo, a little *nightcap*?

[dinozzo111.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Gibbs/Evil!Tony, fuck the boat and basement, where's the bourbon?

[ryuutchi.livejournal.com]

Wolverine, Jame/Victor, one too many beers

Times [Xmen, James/Victor]

[chibifukurou]

The first time they get together James blames it on having one too many beers.

The second time he blames on battle lust.

The third time he's willing to admit that his actions are his own, but that doesn't make him hate himself any less.

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Leverage/X-Men, mutant!Eliot/Logan/Remy, bourbon and cigarettes when the night is long (but not long enough)

[canadiangoddess.livejournal.com]

I'm going to take this one too...make it the part three of the other two...possibly...or it could all go so terribly wrong.

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, "Funny how whiskey tastes like regret" "It's why you should stop drinkin' it"

[danse-amore.livejournal.com]

Nate swirls the whiskery around in the glass, his mind unpleasantly soft and dim, but he threw back the drink anyway and poured another. It's funny how whiskey tastes like regret.

He realizes he's said it aloud when Eliot leans against the bar beside him. "'S'why you should stop drinkin' it." He says, looking at Nate with one eyebrow raised.

Nate avoid his eyes, knocking back the next glass, his lips twitching uncomfortably.

"'Course..." Eliot continues, "If you stopped, you might notice it's not the whiskey that tastes like regret, but that mouth of yours."

Nate sighs, and grudgingly turns to look at him. "And what, exactly, does my mouth have to regret?"

Eliot shrugs. "Plenty of things. For a mouth that belongs to an honest man, it sure has wrapped itself around a whole lotta untruths." He leans closer. "It regrets the blasphemies, the insults. And it regrets how long it took me to do this."

He leans in and Nate's soft, dim brain doesn't think to lean back, and then it's lips on lips, neither hungry nor tender, just a statement of fact. Like everything else that Eliot is, there and constant and undeniable.

He breaks it off, and Eliot's smirking, and Nate sits back in wonder. Because Eliot tastes like whiskey - and whiskey? Whiskey tastes damn good.

[sagaluthien.livejournal.com]

LOTRIPS, Orlando/Elijah, First day of leagal for drinking

[restlessme.livejournal.com]

Dollhouse, Topher/bff!Sierra, "relax, after this it'll be gladiators."

[morgan-cian.livejournal.com]

"Try it, panty waist," Spike slammed the mug on the bag.

"I've only heard of this," Dean licked his lips at the murky green liquid. He tipped it back and chugged it.

"Fuck me," He gasped.

"Oh I will, precious," Spike laughed, "Just tell me when you see the pretty green fairy."

Dean giggled and then snorted, "Wow, she even has wings. Do I need to hunt her?"

"Sure, baby," Spike stripped him. "Hunt her after I fuck that sweet ass."

[smilesoftnsweet.livejournal.com]

CWRPS, Jared/Misha, body shots

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Leverage/X-Men, mutant!Eliot/Logan/Remy, drinking whiskey alone

[canadiangoddess.livejournal.com]

I HATE YOU!!!!!!! *stomps off to write a FOURTH part to the thing that wouldn't fuck off and die*

[draco-somnians.livejournal.com]

SG1, original team OT4, body shots

[draco-somnians.livejournal.com]

SG1, Jack/Daniel, "what the hell is in this drink?"

[tresa-cho.livejournal.com]

Wut. I totally thought I did this already. I must have been hallucinating...

"What the hell is in this drink?" Jack gasped, eyes watering. He coughed and put the makeshift tumbler down on the table as the entire village stared at him. Daniel was chewing on his lip in an effort not to laugh, and Jack slapped him hard in the arm as he tried to get his breath back.

"You're usually so good with your booze," Daniel commented. Jack jabbed a finger at his linguist's nose.

"Another word and you're walking back to the gate," he threatened. Daniel merely grinned and gestured at the tumbler/cup/thing.

"You gonna finish that?"