Thursday: Genderbender
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jade_starlight and I'm still your Guest Host for one more day. *g*
For my last day, we're doing genderbenders, either changing the canon gender of at least one of your characters or including aspects of crossdressing. Want to see a female DiNozzo, or maybe you want John Sheppard in eyeliner? Now's the time. *g*
Please think about our wonderful codemonkeys and use the correct format (the second is for crossovers).
Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt
BSG, girl!Anders/Lee, against the wall
SG1/SGA, Cam/John, eyeliner
And remember not to post more than 3 prompts in a row. 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.
jade_starlight and I'm still your Guest Host for one more day. *g* For my last day, we're doing genderbenders, either changing the canon gender of at least one of your characters or including aspects of crossdressing. Want to see a female DiNozzo, or maybe you want John Sheppard in eyeliner? Now's the time. *g*
Please think about our wonderful codemonkeys and use the correct format (the second is for crossovers).
Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt
BSG, girl!Anders/Lee, against the wall
SG1/SGA, Cam/John, eyeliner
And remember not to post more than 3 prompts in a row. 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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Date: 2009-05-28 04:45 am (UTC)BSG, girl!Anders/Lee, against the wall
Date: 2009-05-28 07:23 pm (UTC)That was how this had started – they’d been in the pilots’ mess, sharing a bottle of ambrosia as they talked about the Resistance, the small band of fighters led by the strong, beautiful Samantha Anders (Sam, to her friends), who’d been a pyramidball player (of all things) before the world ended. Lee wasn’t exactly sure how much they’d drunk, or how they’d made it to the sleeping quarters, but he was absolutely sure that he didn’t want to stop.
Later, they were curled up half-asleep together in Sam’s bunk when the door opened. Kara looked down at them and swore. “Frak, Sam, I thought you had better taste.”
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Date: 2009-05-28 04:57 am (UTC)Tim/Steph
Date: 2009-06-13 05:08 pm (UTC)“You make a cute girl, boyfriend wonder,” she said smiling as she got up to stand in front of him, brushing a stray strand of long dark hair from his eyes.
Tim blushed as he quickly tried to pull off the wig, but Steph stopped him. “Steph, I-”
She cut him off, pressing her lips to his cherry red ones. His mouth had been open, and she pressed her tongue against his, coaxing him to kiss back. Tim sighed, resigned to kissing his girlfriend, dressed as a girl, wondering what Steph had in mind for tonight.
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She cut her hair short. Because they got in the way... Or so she kept explaining herself at first. By the time she switched from buggy shirts to tying her breasts with medical tape, she didn't have to lie at least not to herself. She practiced the different walk, wore different trousers. Black, army shoes and thick, hard, leather jacket. She was Jo(hn) and suddenly she fit. And yes, she was pretending, but finally she fitted in her world and it made everything okay. At least for now.
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Date: 2009-05-28 05:15 pm (UTC)"Where are we going?"
Arthur flashes her a grin, his eyes sparkling at her. "You'll see."
Once he cracks it open she can see a winding staircase. "Oh bollocks," but he takes her hand and leads her upwards. And she just lets him.
Her legs burn at the climb but Merlin doesn't say a word other than asking every once in a while if they're close yet, and Arthur just promising "you'll love it, I swear." She tries to believe him, but Arthur's history with surprises...
"Oh."
Arthur grins and wraps his arms around her from behind as Merlin takes in the small spread of a basket, two lighted candlesticks, and a bowl full of the season's ripest berries on a cloth on the ground. It's on the turret, with a gorgeous view of Camelot and the setting sun.
"Happy birthday," Arthur whispers into her hair and kisses her earlobe. Merlin tilts her head back, letting him lick his way into her mouth as his hand closes over her breast, and she can already imagine what they'll be doing with those berries.
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Date: 2009-05-28 09:02 pm (UTC)The ghost only attacked the girls of the catholic high school, so if they were going to catch this thing one of them needed to be the bait. Hopefully, the spirit wouldn't check too throughly and would be fooled by the girl's uniform Sam now wore. The wig, skirt and lipstick ought to do the trick.
He pursed his now-ruby red lips together and listened to the sound of Dean's giggling coming through his earpiece. “You doing okay out there, Samantha.”
Sam growled and pressed the button on his walkie-talkie. “I am so going to kill you when I get out of these heels, Dean.”
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Date: 2009-05-28 05:30 pm (UTC)Abby watched her cousin bang around the room furiously before saying with a grin, "But dressing you up for the formal would be so much fun!"
Eliot froze.
"What?" he - well, she for now - demanded through white lips in a now-bloodless face.
"The formal. You know. Memorial day. The SGC always has one, you said, because they've had deaths there and they make sure they're remembered." She took a good look at her cousin's panicked expression before sighing and pulling her into a hug. "It's alright," she said, "I'll take care of you."
Eliot returned the hug cautiously. The angles were wrong and breasts against breasts - even though he hadn't been greatly blessed during the transformation - just felt... weird. He sighed. "Just promise me one thing?" he asked with a resigned tone.
"Depends..."
"Don't let Sophie help! She keeps trying to turn me into a girl."
Despite his stricken expression, Abby giggled. "I think that device Hardison touched already took care of that part," she told him, not letting him move away far enough to be able to give her a dead arm.
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Date: 2009-05-28 05:10 am (UTC)Star Trek XI, girl!Kirk/Spock, impatience
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Date: 2009-05-28 05:13 am (UTC)Supernatural, girl!Dean & Mary Campbell, a mother-daughter moment
Date: 2009-05-28 07:35 pm (UTC)Mary can forget the things she’s seen sometimes. She thinks that it might be because of Deanna and Sammy.. having the innocent little children around makes it hard to believe in demons and monsters, even when she knows that they exist. One day, she’s cooking dinner in the kitchen when Deanna comes running up to her.
“Mommy, why don’t I have a nana and a granpa? Everyone at school does, and they said that their nanas and granpas give them presents and stuff.”
Mary hesitates for a moment, thinking of a reply. “Well, you do have a nana and a granpa. Your nana’s name was Deanna, like yours, and granpa was called Sam, just like Sammy.”
“But why haven’t I ever met them?”
“They had to go away, a long time ago.”
“Will I ever get to meet them?”
“Maybe. One day, when you’re much, much older, you’ll get to see them.”
Deanna considers this. “Oh. Okay”, she says, before running off to play.
Mary watches her daughter go, and has to fight back the tears in her eyes.
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Stay relaxed. Is she fucking kidding? There’s a blunt object being shoved up his ass and the last time something like that happened, it sure as hell wasn’t fun.
“Parker, fuck it – ”
Her mouth is on his cock. That’s really fucking distract, and it’s really hard to complain about anything when her lips around stretched around his dick, slip-sliding, warm and wet heat. She flattens her tongue against the underside of his cock, slides back, light graze of teeth, and presses the dildo in deeper as she slides right back, flicks her tongue right over the head.
He groans because, holy shit, that feels good. She repeats it again, slides down slowly until his cock hits the back of her throat, moves back up as she works the dildo in deeper – and then he groans at the loss of that heat, pulls at the bindings because he wants to sink his hands into his hair, push her back down because it feels too fucking good for her to stop.
“There,” she says. “That’s not bad, is it?” She wriggles her hand – the toy – a little and…fuck, that feels weird. He can’t bite back the moan, feels himself pushing back onto it without thought. “Not bad at all,” she adds, and moves it, pulls it out just a little and pushes it back inside him again.
It still feels strange, but the stretch and burn is slowly fading. He can feel the ridges in the rubber brushing inside him, surreal and hard, and only slightly giving, and Parker definitely knows exactly what she’s doing with that.
She’s ripped open a condom packet before he even notices that she has one in her hand and slides it over his cock without anymore preparation, grins at him, bright and happy as she twists her hand, finds his prostate and moves to straddle him and slide down over him in the same breath.
He chokes on a moan, body spasming, not sure if he wants to push up into her wet, tight heat or down against the dildo inside him. “See?” She says, all bright smiles and slow rocking. “This is fun, isn’t it? You’re enjoying this.”
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Date: 2009-06-30 12:20 am (UTC)Original Cindy was right when she said Manticore knew how to make them.
Max just wished her friend hadn’t been eyeing Alec so appreciatively when she said it. Alec had already slept with too many of Max’s coworkers, paying no heed to gender when there was a chance of getting laid. The days were numbered before Max’s best friend and his—whatever Alec was to Max—fell into bed together.
Not that he cared one way or another whom Alec slept with.
They weren’t like that.
Alec sent Max a wicked smirk when she was finished stretching, one that might have had half the bar wanting to beat Max up, if they weren’t all already aware of both his temper and his skill with his fists to back it up.
“Stop that,” he snapped, peevishly, wondering again why Alec had invaded every aspect of his life. Max didn’t think they’d hit it off when they met in Manticore, not after that disastrous Breeding Program encounter.
Alec didn’t take offence at Max’s coldness. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” she asked instead, knowingly.
Max made a point of not clearing his throat, however much he felt the need to. “You wish,” he said instead, trying to sound as scornful as possible.
It didn’t work, if Alec’s throaty laugh was anything to go by.
“I think I am.” She took a drink of her scotch, taking one of the half-melted ice cubes into her mouth. She let it roll on her tongue, her lips parted. If Max didn’t know better, he’d think it was too cold for her.
She swallowed and leaned forward, putting the glass back down on the table.
“I think you didn’t spend much time with your sisters growing up, did you?” Max had never heard Alec put as much derision into the word “sisters” before. “X5-599 never showed up at your door, even with that little crush she had on you.”
Max pushed her away, or at least he started to. Alec caught up his arm instead, her hand slipping around his shoulder and resting on the back of his neck, about two inches below where his barcode would be if it weren’t lasered off. Max grabbed her arm, but didn’t move it off. She had too strong a grip for him to shake off easily, and a greater show of strength would be noticed. There was too much anti-transgenic sentiment in Seattle to call attention to them, which Alec was counting on.
“Leave Sasha out of it,” he said harshly. It still hurt to think of her sister, the disaster that had happened when she’d returned to Seattle.
“I’m in heat,” Alec said, listening to Max for once. “I’m so horny right now that I’d gladly fuck the first guy who asked me, right here, in front of everyone. I’d get on my knees and suck off every guy in the bar in turn if they asked. You can’t imagine how desperate I am right now, how desperate I’ve been all day. The urge keeps growing stronger and stronger. I can’t ignore it any longer.”
Max did not gulp and certainly did not picture Alec doing desperate acts. “And how’s that different from your normal behaviour? Leave it to you to try to blame Manticore for your natural sluttiness.”
Alec stood up so suddenly that Max almost protested the loss of body heat. He caught himself in time, and kept the scowl on his face instead
She smiled, brittlely. “Yeah, well, what can I say, Max? I like cock.”
Without so much as a backwards glance at Max, she headed for the bar, only making it five steps before she was intercepted by Karl, a regular who had a huge crush on Alec, but had never gotten anywhere with her before. Alec didn’t seem to remember that, if the way she was fingering Karl’s collar and whispering into his ear was anything to go by.
Max finished his beer.
It didn’t bother him one way or another what Alec did or whom he did it with.
He didn’t watch them leave.
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Date: 2009-05-28 05:18 am (UTC)Re: Pt. 1
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Date: 2009-05-28 09:18 pm (UTC)But then he looked over to wear Deanna was standing in the middle of the field, wildflower coming up to her ankles as her arms were open in a sort of victory-stance, welcoming the rain. Water fell across her shoulders and down her long dirty blond hair, and she took it in. She took it all in, grateful for the fact the drought had just, finally, ended.
She was so happy, so alive-- that Sam didn't care what he felt anymore, what kind of psychic hunches were cooking in that brain of his, because for right now they were happy and they were okay and they were alive.
Sometimes the things on the horizon, after all, aren't so big once you get to them.
And sometimes they always stay on the edge of the horizon, like the rainbow that was forming above their heads now, and you never can, or have to, reach them.
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Date: 2010-01-23 07:47 pm (UTC)She knew why she'd been chosen. She knew her way round cars and her juvie run-ins over racing proved she could handle herself, as did her 100% score in the advanced driver training.
The idea was to get close to Dominic Toretto, by any means necessary, and find evidence to link him to the hijackings. At worst, sending her in as a honey trap might disrupt the smooth working of whatever gang he was with.
What she'd found out was that she could probably give Toretto a topless lap dance and he'd still be able to drive properly, and that his gang was everyone, except his sister, at the garage. They'd never stop, not because they needed the money, but because they wanted it. The money went on engines and parts, because all the talent in the world wouldn't help you keep up with Johnny Tran if he had a booster and you didn't.
Of course, the other problem was that Toretto was just not interested. He liked having Briony about, an extra set of wheels and everything, but that was as far as it went.
And then there was Letty.
Not even Briony's best attempts at flirting with Dom were having any effect on her. Letty was more amused than anything, and just carried on working at the cars. She'd come up from the bonnet or out from under the car, covered in grease and, if Briony was there, it felt like the world was dropping out from under her.
She knew she was a trap for Toretto, and she really hadn't minded the idea of that when she'd got the assignment, because who didn't like a guy who was good with his hands, but Letty was something else.
Right now she was coming up out of the bonnet of her car and asking for a different wrench.
Briony picked it up from the rack and handed it over, mesmerised. There was a swatch of Letty's hair hanging over her face and Briony just itched to move it out of the way and kiss her.
"What you looking at?"
Briony gabbled something about nothing.
"I've seen you looking at me, you know, and I'm not that stupid. You could just have asked." Letty kissed her.
"But you and Dom,"
"Me and Dom are our business. Me and you, we're our business." Letty kissed Briony again, soft and slow and long. She grabbed Briony by the waistband and pulled her closer. "So, let's say me and you go have some fun, and I'll finish this later."
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Date: 2009-05-28 08:17 am (UTC)The first time Michael met Finn, he smiled at Michael. While shooting Michael's would-be killer in the chest at close range with a flare gun.
Sparks. Violence. Finn's toothy smile.
That was them, all right.
Michael knew he should stay away. But Finn knew what he wanted, and it was never a good idea to not give Finn what he wanted.
Not that Michael had anything to complain about. His body was lithe and impossibly tan for a good Irish boy, and his sandy hair, a little longer than Michael's, would fall into his face at times -when he smiled with pleasure at a good shot, for example. He could be dangerous-sexy and adorable-sexy in the same point of time.
Not to mention he was loyal. And up for anything. And he had a strong sense of right and wrong, he just didn't categorize them like most people would.
Of course, he was also completely nuts.
It was that last one that gave Michael doubts.
Michael thought long-term. Always had. Finn didn't see much point in making assumptions about a future that they may or may not get to see, but Michael couldn't ignore the long-term.
And in the long-term, what are the chances that someone like him and someone like Finn could really last?
And Finn would probably blame Michael, no matter whose fault it was. Which would make Finn his enemy.
An enemy that wanted to destroy Michael, but that Michael didn't have the heart to destroy first. An enemy with a short fuse and a long list of ways to mess with someone. An enemy who knew things about Michael, how he thinks, who he trusts, what he feels. Michael sometimes imagines that Finn might kill him in rage and then cry and mourn for years afterward, regretting what he did.
More often, though, Michael admits to himself that it's unlikely to end that way. More likely, he ditches Finn to pursue some job, some cause. He's done it to Finn too many times, and he doesn't want to add another. Better to just keep Finn at arm's length; the guy doesn't deserve that again.
Of course there's also the possibility that Michael's just terrified of letting Finn into his life. Terrified of loving so much that losing someone would destroy him.
But mostly it's to protect Finn's feelings. That's why they need to stay just friends.
Finn, however, doesn't ever look at Michael like they're just friends. Finn looks voracious as he licks and bites his way up and down the muscles of Michael's torso. Finn looks blissful as he leans over to take Michael's dick in his mouth. He looks impatient as Michael's fingers work him, preparing him, and when Michael enters him, Finn looks at Michael like they've just jumped off a cliff together and he couldn't be happier about it.
Michael thinks in the long-term. And in the long-term, Finn is a bad idea.
But a long-term without Finn might be worse.
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