THURSDAY: GIRLS IN CHARGE

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Hello everyone, it's cala_jane again, I hope you're ready for more.

To make my Guest Host gig end with a bang, I'm putting girls in charge today. Strong girls, authority figures, badass chicks who take what they want. Girls in charge of space ships, military bases or Slayer Armies. Making sure their every order is obeyed. Use of whips and handcuffs highly encuraged.

Please think about our wonderful codemonkeys and use the correct format (the second is for crossovers).

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

For example:
BtVS, Faith/Wes, now YOU listen
Supernatural, Ruby/Lilith, masterplan

And remember to post no more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 prompts per fandom per person. If a prompt is answered, you can prompt again later in the day.

If you don't see anything you like, you can always Adopt a Lonely Prompt.

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[cala-jane.livejournal.com]

BtVS, Faith/Wes, now YOU listen

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

It's easy enough to overpower the meager guard that the Council actually thought could contain her and escape the moving van as it careens down the highway. At the last moment, Faith considers the possibility that she just might need a hostage.

She knows her supernaturally enhanced body can better take the collision with the concrete than the body of her unconscious captive, so she allows herself to hit first, groaning at the impact.

She gets up, dragging Wesley along with her to an abandoned building, where the two of them can have some privacy.

When he comes around, she's in the process of building a fire in a long-neglected fireplace, trying to fill the cold, empty room with warmth.

At least, he hopes that's all she intends for the flames.

"Faith... listen to me. You've made a terrible mistake, but it's not too late to go back, not yet. It's not too late to untie me and turn yourself in. The Council won't..."

A sharp backhand blow of her fist across his face silences him, and she grabs his hair, jerking his head back as she straddles his lap, and the chair to which she's bound him.

"Now," she murmurs, her tone strangely seductive, her breath warm against his ear. "You listen, Wes. You and your damn Council don't call the shots anymore. I trusted you once already -- and you betrayed me."

Her smile is dark, cold, almost demonic, her chocolate eyes glittering with malicious pleasure as she tightens her hand in his hair, her smile widening at his whimper of pain. She takes out a narrow, razor-sharp blade, grinning when his eyes widen with fear at the sight, and pressing the flat of the blade to his throat.

"And now... I feel like telling you just what I think about that. And you're going to shut up... and listen..."

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Supernatural, Ruby/Lilith, masterplan

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

Demons don't love. They can feel lust and want for sex; they can even need to connect, but only in perverted twisted ways. She wanted Sam under her thumb, even now she wanted to control him and to turn him into the psychopathic child with demon blood in his veins she always knew he could be with just enough guidance.

There was a time she wondered if he was following her down this path for the sake of wanting to be controlled like that by her so that he could be Lucifer's second-in-command. It was all fated; it would have worked out perfectly.

But he killed her and sent her back to Hell.

Lilith stood next to her in line, both of them awaiting entrance to the place they dreaded most. “It's like I've always said-- boys are useless bits of trouble, you shouldn't waste your time worry about how you lost to them.”

Ruby glared at Lilith, “I didn't lose.”

“Oh, yeah. I'm sure getting the both of us killed was all part of your master plan.”

She crossed her arms, thinking fast. “It was. I asked the ones in charge here to give me a shared cell with you, so I can rape you in your sleep.” At Lilith's shocked indignant expression, Ruby added, “Adam always told me that you liked it on the bottom.”

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

He'd been born and bred to be submissive, the good little soldier boy. All he heard when growing up was 'Take care of the demons, Dean' or 'Watch over your little brother, Dean'. It didn't stop when he got older; he just started taking order from Castiel and the other angel goons from up high instead of his dear old dad.

Still, his request to be the one tied up tonight hit her by surprise.

“Huh. Weird. I always figured you for a top.” Faith shrugged as she reached into her bag to retrieve the handcuffs. She pushed him onto the bed, straddling him as she pinned his arms to the headboard. She flicked one of the handcuffs open and closed it around his wrist. “You sure you want to bottom? Sure you can handle me?”

Dean snorted as he handed his trust over to her. “I can handle demons, I think I can handle you. Besides, I'm tired of being the one that always has to be in control of the situation. I'm tired.. you can take over for as long as you like.”

“Excellent plan, D.”

After chaining up his other wrist, she stripped off his shirt with the knife she kept tucked in her boot. He watched as she traced his bare chest with the blade, never hurting him but always making it look like she might.

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Dean walked in on Sam dialing his cellphone, the exact thing that he told his little brother not to do when the genderbender curse was first placed on him. He, or rather now, she-- grabbed the cell from him and promptly closed it, disconnecting it before Sam could call in another hunter for help. It was what Sammy first suggested, but Dean would be damned if he was going to let someone like Jim or Bobby see him like this.

“Sam, I thought we already talked about this and we decided that we're gonna do this my way.” She crossed her arms, pouting slightly. It was bad enough he was turned into a she by that damn witch, but to have her brother going against her wishes now just pissed her off. “We don't need anyone's help on this case. I can fight just fine like this, or have you never heard of the woman's movement?”

“Woman's movement!? Oh, please, all of a sudden you're a female and you're going to bring up the woman's movement?” Sam laughed, not used to his brother/sister being so liberal. “Besides, I wasn't calling in for help. I just thought Bobby might deserve a laugh, and this is--”

“Not funny, Sam.” Dean cut him off, her hips cocked to the side. That witch was going to pay and pay big time for giving him her new breasts, and those hips.. and hair which she could not do a damn thing with in the Louisiana humidity. “Not funny at all.”

She sauntered out of the room, only to hear Sam giggling behind her. “Maybe not to you.”

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Firefly, Zoe, AU - *She's* the Captain

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Yes, sorry, I keep responding to your prompts. Can't help it - they're cool prompts.

Jayne stabbed his knife into the table and looked like he was about to lunge at Mal. "And why the hell are you First Mate anyway? What the hell makes you so much better?"

The Captain grabbed a nearby gun and knocked Jayne in the chest with the butt of a rifle, sending him falling backwards. She said, "For one thing, he knows his asshole from a hole in the wall. And for another, he acts civilized when I tell him to."

"But never unless so ordered," Mal said, smiling at Inara who rolled her eyes.

Zoe finished, "Go finish your piloting lessons Jayne. Now." Jayne went, grumbling about the injustice of having to learn to fly so the Captain's husband could get more time off. Simon did his best not to smirk as Jayne rubbed the developing bruise on his torso.

Zoe sat at the table then and got herself a bowl of stew. Kaylee brought her a cup of tea, kissed her on the cheek, and said, "That's my Captain. Always has an answer to everything, and usually the answer is a gun."

[emmademarais.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Ellen, The hunters all know don't nobody mess with her, but they forgot to tell the demons that

Ellen/Dean/Sam plus violence

[daria234.livejournal.com]

The new roadhouse hadn't been up long. It was late, though, and even hunters sleep sometimes.

Except Sam and Dean apparently, who were still drinking in the corner. Still taking verbal shots at each other. Still "not fighting."

But their bickering stopped as an unfamiliar woman came over and said "Hello boys," as her eyes turned black. It was then they noticed that the empty roadhouse was suddenly full, and not with friendly faces.

But before they could pull out their weapons, the possessed woman in front of them started jolting and sparking and then fell to the ground, apparently alive, as the demon hightailed it out of there. As the woman fell, another one came into their sight, one with strong features and an incredibly pissed off look.

Ellen. With a Taser. With the wire dipped in salt, she explained. Painful to the demon, safe for the host.

But their appreciation had to wait, since the other demons wouldn't. The three of them stood back to back and fought the things that came their way until they had to retreat to behind the bar.

"Got anything back here?" Sam asked Ellen, looking for her ammo stash.

"Damn right I do," she said as she lifted a wood panel and took out a modified grenade launcher, braced herself, and shot several times into the crowd of demons."

"Salt in a grenade," Dean said with a smile. "That's damn pretty."

"Shoot as long as you can, just keep them away from the bar for a minute," she said. Quickly she got out the gear to bless a pipe. "Built-in access to the main water main," she told them, before switching on the sprinkler system and making most of the demons go up in smoke.

One, though, stayed, leering at the three of them through the water and smoke, clearly too powerful to be dealt with with holy water. Sam got ready to try his power, but Ellen gave him a look that made him think better of it. She opened a box of throwing stars, each with a binding spell written on it, and told them they only had to get one in the demon to make it too much of a hassle to stick around. Luckily for them, when they launched their attack, the demon ended up with three weapons lodged in him at once, Dean's in the neck, Sam's in the heart, and Ellen's in the right side of the face.

As the three of them caught their breath and checked each other for injury, Dean started laughing.

"Holy shit, Ellen!"

"What?" she answered, wiping sweat off her forehead, "Got my roadhouse taken from me once. Think I'd let it happen again?"

She started walking toward the confused and mostly still-living hosts on her floor, as Sam said with a grin, "The hunters all know don't nobody mess with her, but they forgot to tell the demons that."

After they sent everyone either home or to the hospital, Ellen told Sam and Dean that they didn't have to drive all the way back to the motel, that they could stay with her that night. She smiled and said, "One in the twin bed in the storeroom, one up in my room. And honestly, boys, after a night like this, I don't even care which one is which."

As she headed toward the stairs to her room, she noticed Dean and Sam throwing rock-paper-scissors.

"What the hell, Dean? You ALWAYS pick scissors." Sam said, irritated at losing for the first time, and wondering at Dean's timing for his sudden change of strategy.

But Ellen gave a loud sigh and said, "Oh, who do you boys think you're fooling? Both of you, knock off your stupid games and get up here."

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Supernatural, Mary, Mary as a young hunter

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She said, "I hope you don't mind if I vent a little bit. It's just, I have all this frustration. It's my father - big surprise, right? He wants to choose how I live my life. I try to tell him that this isn't for me, that I'm different than he is, I just want a pretty house with a white picket fence and one of those frilly aprons so I can bake cookies and threaten kids with the scooped side of a wooden spoon. And what do I get? I get you." She turned to look at the man beside her - no, the demon - moaning softly through the cotton rag she'd shoved into his mouth, as the ropes binding him burned into his skin. "I'd stop moving if I were you. Those ropes were soaked in holy water. They'll sear right through you."

The demon moaned louder, in protest this time, so she pulled him down for a healthy knee to the torso before watching him fall to the ground. After, she checked her watch and sighed. "Where was I at? Oh, right. Dad. I just don't know how to get through. He's lived this way for so long, its like he can't even imagine why anyone would want anything else. But you know, he's got Mom, and me, and he never had to choose between having a familiy and being a hunter, not like he's making me choose. What's that? You have something to say? Some advice?"

She leaned down and slowly pulled the rag from the demon's mouth. He coughed and gagged, and then, when his voice finally returned, promised her: "When this is over, I will rip all the bones from your body, one by one, until you are a quivering mass of useless flesh and wasted space."

Mary rolled her eyes and crammed the cloth back in. "I met this guy. John. He's... pretty great. Tall, dark, handsome, the whole bit. I think he could be the most normal thing that's ever happened to me. We actually had a conversation about the weather. The weather! And never once did he mention that darkening skies could be an omen of evil approaching. Now, granted. They were an omen of evil approaching - you know, you - but its not like you're the granddad of all scary things. There's no reason why it had to be me, here and now, putting a stop to your dastardly deeds. Don't you agree?"

There came no response, so she settled the corner edge of her heel against the demon's back, and slowly pressed forward. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that." He screeched as she moved the rest of her weight into the motion, felt her shoe sink in until it hit something hard. "I just want to make sure you're paying attention." Then she sighed. "Look at me and my daddy issues. I definitely need get out of the game."

The doors of the tiny room suddenly burst open, and Samuel Campbell stepped into the light, gun first. He gave a quick, appraising scan of his daughter. "You okay?"

"I played it by the book," She said, "He's all yours. I'm almost late for a first date experience with John Winchester." She walked away from the site, and didn't miss it.

[eleanorb.livejournal.com]

Star Trek, Uhura/Kirk, what's my name?

[menolly-au.livejournal.com]

House, House/Cuddy/Wilson, keeping the boys in line

[seularen.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Lily/Barney, for your own damn good

Do Not Piss off the Slap Bet Commissioner Ever!

[lilithisbitter.livejournal.com]

Barney's fingers scrambled at the locked door to his suit room, before he gave up and started pounding away at the door. His bath towel was slipping down his hips, he couldn't find his hair gel or comb so he could eliminate any trace of cute, and Lily was just standing there, her arms folded across her chest. "Open it, Aldrin!" he whined, pointing at the door.

"Like hell," Lily said, holding up the hangers of Ted clothes again. "You're going to wear normal clothes as part of your therapy. It's for your own damn good."

"I'd rather go nude."

"Like hell you're going nude."

"What are you doing?"

Lily pulled out her cell phone and made a big show of turning it on. "Calling Marshall... I think it's time for slap number four. Actually as slap bet commissioner, I think by continuing to disrespect the slap bet commissioner, your five total slaps have now become fifteen."

Barney's cheek twitched. "Fine... I'll wear the Ted Clothes." He grabbed the shirt and jeans from her. "My slap count is still two left, right?"

"Try twelve."

"You're not taking it back?" Barney looked crestfallen.

"Nope..." Lily shook her head.

"Damnit!"

[seularen.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Lily/Robin, her own life-sized doll

[seularen.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Martha/Jack, respect your elders

[trillianastra.livejournal.com]

She phoned him completely out of the blue, asking him to meet her. Technically speaking that wasn’t so unusual, they had worked together from time to time.

But she’d never asked him to meet her in a hotel room before. At his knock, she opened the door, wearing a short, lace-trimmed nightgown. He raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Uh… I can come back, if you’re not ready…”
Martha laughed softly, before pulling him inside and shutting the door. Then she pulled his greatcoat down off his shoulders and draped it over a chair.
“Uh, Martha…”
“Jack, shut it. And get undressed.”
“Are you… feeling all right? And didn’t anyone ever teach you to respect your elders?”
“I’m feeling fine. Now, seriously, shut up and kiss me.”

Jack grinned. Evidently this was going to turn out to be a very good night indeed, so he shrugged and decided to just go with it.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Female character from SPN or any fandom, someone else finally gets to pick the music

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Psych, Chief Vick/anyone, Vick proves that she can still do undercover work as well as any of her subordinates

[elebridith]

Leverage, Nate/Sophie, "So who's in charge now?"

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Nate's always been a control freak, it's true, and that carries over to the bedroom. He ties her up with whatever is on hand: neckties, Christmas lights, anything really. He's blindfolded her with her own scarf, tied her to her porch swing... He's relentless and she loves it. Nate can lay over her, not touching her, for hours, or at least it feels like hours. He just likes to see her helpless and needy and when he asks for his name, she can't help herself. Sophie has always been in control of every relationship she has ever been in so it feels fabulous to let someone take over, someone that can render her speechless and wanting.

But there are brief moments when Nate is entirely out of control. When he watches her from across a crowded ballroom or veranda and his eyes travel from her ankle up the swell of her leg, she adjusts the slit in her dress so he has a better view. He gasps and she smiles, knowing she has the upper hand. When she's getting dressed before a job and she's walking around in her slip and her nylons, he always has time to sit and stare. And then she slowly puts her red lipstick on and makes him help her with the buttons up the back of her dress and he's as helpless as she's ever been.

It takes a lot to make Sophie need him. It only takes a look to make Nate need her. So sometimes when her wrists are lashed together on the headboard or she can feel the knot in her scarf digging into the back of her head but can't see anything, she can't help whispering, "So who's in charge now?"

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Fairy tales, Cinderella &or Sleeping Beauty &or Rapunzel(whoever you want), Before fairy tales got sanitized and domesticated these women were a roving band of fierce warriors

No one Ever Lives Happily Ever After

[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

I don't think this is what you wanted, but I hope you like it anyway. Awesome prompt. Oh and warning: DARK with corruption of fairytales.

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Once upon a time - for all such stories should begin with once upon a time - in a land far, far away – because these things never happen nearby, there were three young women. It wasn’t the idyllic land that children hear about in bedtime stories. There were no noble Princes, no benevolent Kings, and these girls weren’t princesses. It’s amazing how time can alter things, mix them up and switch them around until all that gets through is just the barest of truths.

Of course, some aspects were true.

In a manor just outside a city a young servant girl, tired of her lifelong servitude, rebelled and conned a fairy into turning her mistress and her daughters into pumpkins.

In a castle, a young girl, the ward of the King, found herself leaving a banquet woozily after only one cup of wine. When she woke up in the morning, she was in the Prince’s bedroom. It took them five days to find his body.

A young enchantress, who left home seeking power and wealth, tried to steal the spell books of an old witch and ended up trapped in a tower with no door, plotting her revenge. It took her three years to escape, strangling the witch with her own hair as she came to deliver her meal. When she found the spell books, it wasn’t difficult to leave.

“I hope you’ve got the money to pay for that,” the bartender said, leering over the counter. The woman’s face didn’t even twitch as she pushed a handful of coins across the counter at him. Without looking back she carried the three cupfuls of ale over to the back table and set them down.

There was only one person sitting at the table, though: a woman with short cropped blonde hair, fiddling with a deck of cards like a pro, shuffling, cutting and spinning them out between her fingers.

“He notice that you paid with his own money?” she asked, not looking up from where a card was dancing across her fingers.

“A meathead like him? Hardly.” She scoffed, sliding into a seat she hoped was only sticky with spilled ale. “Where’s Red?”

“You know she hates it when you call her that,” the other girl said, looking up.

“And I hate it when you fiddle with those things while talking to me… Doesn’t stop you from doing it.”

“As the only person here who can earn money in a semi-legal fashion, I pretty much get to do what I want.”

“Tricking drunken men out of their money with fixed card games hardly counts as legal.”

“I said semi-legal,” the other woman protested, straightening her cards in one hand as she took a sip of her drink.

“Whatever, Ella,” the first woman said, flipping her braided hair back over her shoulder. “If I knew what her real name was then maybe I’d use that.”

“She doesn’t have to tell us if she doesn’t want to…” Ella said, setting her drink down again and automatically fiddling with her card deck again. “You know what it’s like to have people after you…” There was a pause, and both of them followed cards as they passed from one hand to another. After a moment, a delighted laugh could be heard from the other side of the room, and they both turned.

The girl with the red hair was leaning over a table towards a large, red-faced man. His eyes were glued to the cleavage exposed by the top of her dress, and he was leering at her unpleasantly.

“I thought I told her that we weren’t clearing up another of her messes…”

“He grabbed one of the barmaids,” Ella commented, letting out a sigh. You know what she’s like.”

“It takes a lot of effort to hate men that much…”

“With a bit of luck she’ll at least leave this one in one piece.”

There was a creak as the door of the tavern swung open and their eyes darted over. It took less than a second for them to take in the uniform of the captain of the guard, another second to stand up.

“Grab Red,” The dark haired woman commanded, “I think we’ve outstayed our welcome.”

“I heard of a job down South, could earn us some real money,” Ella offered as she moved past, pocketing her cards.

“Good… About time we had something useful to do.”

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Veronica Mars, Veronica/Logan, Do whatever I say and we might get through this.

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Dollhouse, Echo/Topher, 'I swear I don't remember programming you for this.'

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Barney/Robin, "if you EVER cheat on me..."

[lilithisbitter.livejournal.com]

"If you ever cheat on me," she had whispered in his ear, tightening her nails around his groin until he whimpered in visible pain, tears trickling past his tightly closed eyes, "I will hack these off, cook them, and make you eat them."

"Okay, okay," Barney said in that tight, chocked little voice that seemed trapped behind his adam's apple. "I told you I love you."

"You don't know how to love," Robin said, dragging her tongue up the shell of his ear, before punching him hard enough to bruise, but not anywhere that would show. "I just want to see how loyal my little submissive would be."

"Love you," Barney repeated.

"Love is for poets." Robin said quietly, releasing him from her tight grip, hearing his sigh of relief, "Get the whip, I'm going to beat the I love you out of you."

He ducked his head quickly. "Yes, my lo... mistress."

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Barney/Lily, "Lily? Please. I can handle her."

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Dollhouse, Topher/evil-imprint!Whiskey, trapped

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

House, House/Amber, "It's not sexual harassment if we no longer work together."

You and Ai

[lilithisbitter.livejournal.com]

Amber sat in front of him, leering at him with her big blue eyes coyly lowered. House shoved his glasses back up his nose and went back to filling out stupid paperwork that Cuddy would have a fit if he didn't fill out. She leaned forward as he signed his name. "Gregory Dwight House?" Amber asked, "What the hell kind of middle name is Dwight?"

House sucked in air through his teeth. "You know like I like Ike and all that. Oh wait, not that you would know that growing up on sugary cereals and Saturday morning cartoons."

Amber's smirk only grew even more. "Actually you can learn a lot from Saturday morning cartoons. Like how to seduce the man who should have been your boss. But I'm just wondering what person thinks that Gregory Dwight House even has a name flow." Her foot had somehow left her pump and was making its wicked way up his right leg before it nestled in his groin. She began to rub away. "No response?"

"This is sexual harassment. Plus the Vicodin and I'm old."

"The way I see it," Amber said coyly, "It's not sexual harssament if I don't work for you, but hey... you'd find some way around it like you did with Cameron. Maybe you would fuck me in the exam rooms, the janitor's closet, the therapy baths... I hear fucking in water is amazing." When House didn't answer, she continued, "I mean sure you don't say you slept together, but that doesn't mean you didn't. I like her... she seems all soft, but she's a wildcat underneath..."

She trailed off and licked each of his fingers one by one, until he was putty in her hands. If God had made him as a woman, she would be him... his perfect female alternate universe self. Well, if he believed in God, but Amber was starting to make him hear the holy choir. That or he had scored some bad pot. "That's why I hire them," House finally chocked out in agreement, his prick finally starting to stir.

Amber smiled sweetly. "Of course... but are you talking about your staff or your hookers."

"Why can't it be both?"

"Good man."

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

House, House/Cuddy, protective custody

[gaffsie.livejournal.com]

SGA, Elizabeth/Radek, as long as you know who's in charge

[gaffsie.livejournal.com]

SGA, John/Sam, "I have more respect for you than any commanding officer I've ever had."