free-for-all

[tigriswolf]

Today's Saturday so let's have the free for all. Y'all know the rules; have fun!

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[tigriswolf]

RPF, author's choice, Matt Bomer is cast as Dick Grayson, Jensen Ackles as Jason Todd, and either Joseph Gordon-Levitt or Patrick J. Adams as Tim Drake in the newest Batman movie.

[c3childs.livejournal.com]

Oh...that needs to happen, for real.

[tigriswolf]

Highlander/Avengers movieverse/Norse mythology, Methos + Sleipnir, where is the horse and the rider?

Fill: ...That Time Methos Lost A Bet To A Traveling Giant of a Builder

[purplemoon3.livejournal.com]

He slips through the cracks between worlds like a serpent, though he be a Horse Lord, his many legs pumping as he straddles reality. How blind is he who would order his allegiance, how arrogant the King who condemned his kin on a Misunderstood prophecy.

Hel, banished to the realm of the dead where she could live no more than a half-life.

Jormungand, bound to the seas until the world ends.

Fenris, betrayed and forsaken with a blade in his mouth lest his words remind those that performed the black deed of the wolf's own humanity.

Mother… trapped in irons forged of flesh and a parent's grief.

He slips between worlds, the last of Loki's Brood, far more monstrous and powerful than all others. Who else has stood beside the Lord AllFather as his discusses his war plans with his generals. Who else inherited his Dam's ability to Sky-Walk without a trace? Who else has fought as battle raged around him, with nothing but teeth and hoof?

Prophecies are never wrong, but interpretations of them are, and his Father is calling.

"Hello, my beautiful boy." His Father takes the AllFather's bit from his mouth, and rubs him down like only the most experienced and caring stable boys have done. He kisses Sleipnir's head, his flanks. "My darling spider."

His Father. The Unlucky Traveler. Death incarnate.

Methos twists his fingers in the glossy black mane and mounts his son, the product of a bet gone awry, and it feels good to ride again.

Asgard is due for a visit, and Sleipnir is a Warhorse after all.

[tigriswolf]

DCU/Marvel, Wally West + Peter Parker, perpetually underestimated

[tigriswolf]

Highlander/Star Wars, Methos, what no one would believe is this: he was born a long time ago, in a galaxy far far away - and there is a great deal Lucas got wrong

[tigriswolf]

Highlander/DCU, author's choice, a very long time ago, Methos trained R'as al Ghul

[mycenaes.livejournal.com]

Spring Awakening, Ilse, sometimes love is not enough

[oneiriad.livejournal.com]

Vikings/any present day, Rollo, the future's boring

[mycenaes.livejournal.com]

Greek mythology, Artemis/Iphigenia, modern AU

[radondoran.livejournal.com]

Monsters University, Terri & Terry + any, "You don't look so good. ... Oddly enough, you look fine."

[samueljames]

Covert Affairs, Annie/Auggie, touch.

Fill: "Likes" (Mature)

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Sometimes, when they make love, she closes her eyes. She doesn’t tell Auggie what she’s doing, she just…forgets to stop blinking, and luxuriates in the sensations. His fingers are calloused, and scrape lightly over her skin, seeking out new places on her body to tantalize with his touch. She lets out a sigh that could be a moan, if it deepened, and arches her hips as Auggie’s dexterous fingers delve between her legs, teasing her with the feather-light strokes. Annie whines, and Auggie chuckles against her neck, or between her breasts, or wherever he’s gotten himself to this time, and presses his thumb against her clit, rubbing rough and hard, just the way she –

“Uhhh!”

“Like that?” Auggie asks, licking sweat off her collarbone.

Annie winds her arms around his neck, not opening her eyes, and purrs, “More.”

[radondoran.livejournal.com]

Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century, Sherlock Holmes, inanition

[jordannamorgan]

First of all, *squee* at seeing an SH22 prompt. :D

Second, this isn't exactly a fill, but might I suggest an SH22 ficlet I wrote years ago? I think it relates to one of the definitions of "inanition"...

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2284764/1/Ennui

[samueljames]

NCIS, Abby/Tony, fingers.

FILL: "The Challenge" Abby/Tony. NC-17

[swan-secrets.livejournal.com]

Tony shook his head when Abby leaned in to kiss him.

"No, the challenge was...only my fingers," he said, giving her nipple a hard pinch.
Abby gasped and bit her bottom lip.

She was lying on her back on the bed, she was nude save for her favorite black, sliver studded, leather collar.

Tony DiNozzo was naked too but laying on his left side. The fingers of his right hand traced across her chest to the other nipple then pinched it too before giving the silver hoop through it a gentle tug.

"Tony..."

"You can say my name like that as many times as you like. I'm still not going to break the rules."

He spent time going back and forth between her breasts, watching her face, her little happy expressions when he caused her pleasure.

Tony was a great lover of Abby's body. Curves in exactly the right places. Her soft pale skin flawless. Her tattoos beautiful. Her black hair in adorable pigtails. Her breasts rounded with exquisite pale pink nipples, the left one pierced. He felt he was very much up to the challenge of satisfying her with just his fingers, one handed no less.

"Please..." Abby begged, looking him in the eyes.

"Please what?"

"Touch me. I'm so wet right now," she said, her voice low and husky and so damn sexy. If Tony hand already been hard she would have made him rock solid right then.

He scraped his thumbnail along her nipple, eliciting a moan from her dark red lips. "What do you want?" he asked.

"Your fingers."

"Where?"

"Inside me."

"How bad?"

"Tony!"

He laughed and with a final pinch moved his hand from her breast and started heading south. With just his four fingertips on her he traveled at a pace far to slow for Abby. He smirked when she begged again. He knew he'd pay for this later.

Instead of going straight to his destination he detoured away from her heat and instead stroked down the front of her thigh, then back up the inside. Just as he was about to touch her where she wanted it he moved up and around again, repeating the process down her other thigh.

"Fuck Tony, stop teasing me."

"No way, it's too much fun," he replied with a wide grin.

So he did, he kept stroking her thighs, switching between them four times before he finally ran just his middle finger up her slit. She hadn't been kidding about being wet. He stopped at her clit. He kept his finger still but applied a little pressure.

Abby bucked her hips in response, desperate for movement. Tony gave her what she wanted. He made small circles with his finger against her nub.

"Oh god god god yes," Abby whimpered.

Tony rubbed faster, with a little more pressure. Faster, faster, faster. Abby thrust with her
hips, moaning. He watched her closely and just before she peaked he stopped, taking his hand away completely.

With a look somewhere between begging and anger and lust Abby watched him raise the wet finger to his lips and lick it.

"Mmm I love that taste."

"Tony by all that is holy if you don't fuck me right now you're a dead man."

"As you wish," he said deadpanned, his mind immediately congratulating himself on the Princess Bride reference. He returned his hand between her legs, dispensing with the teasing this time. Tony pressed his middle and index fingers to her entrance.

Abby spread her legs, her mouth open, her eyes wide as he drove his fingers into her.

She was hot and tight and slick. Tony quickly built up to a fast, deep fucking, curling and twisting his fingers inside her. Abby was very vocal about how much she was enjoying herself. Her stream of dirty talk was far beyond anything Tony had ever heard from the mouth of a sailor. He loved it.

When she came it was beautiful. Tony watched with great big smile on his face.

Once it was over Tony withdrew his fingers, sticky with her fluid, and brought them to his lips. He sucked and licked his fingers clean while Abby watched. "You definitely met the challenge," she purred. She pulled him in for a kiss.

When finally she could bare to leave his lips she pushed him gently, rolling him onto his back.

"So now it's your turn. I think I'll set a different challenge though."

"Oh what did you have in mind?"

Abby whispered in his ear. "Using only my mouth."

Tony liked the sound of that, and was sure she would be more than capable of the task.

[blondebabe800.livejournal.com]

any, any, stupid customers

Marvel Fill: The Woes of Department Store Customer Service

[scribblemyname]

"Stupid customers," Kate mutters under her breath as she stacks up clothes to return to the rest of the store.

"What'd they do, Katie-Kate?" her coworker, Clint, asks casually. He's opening up his register and managing to not get in an actual brawl with the finicky machine today.

She reaches over and straightens the receipt paper for him.

"Thanks."

"No problem." Kate holds up a copy of the return policy. "What does this say?"

"Uh..."

"It says 90 days," Kate fumes. "Not my ex bought it for me last Christmas or I ran it through the washer even though it's dry clean only or I just bought it for a party and I'm done with it now so, of course, I need to take it back." She's working up a good head of steam now. "It says store credit only without a receipt, not but I need that money for other things like Starbucks, not but you have absolutely nothing worth buying in summer, I just get my boots here before Christmas. Seriously? Seriously, Barton?"

He makes a non-committal sympathetic sound and pats her shoulder. The register starts beeping alarmingly.

"What do you do to the poor thing?" Kate demands.

Clint tries tapping some keys and grimaces when the sound gets worse. "Tell you what. You take the register, and I'll handle returns."

She shoves the (bigger than she is) stack of woman's clothing into his arms, knocking the wind out of him with a whoosh. "Done!"

[icarus-chained.livejournal.com]

Airwolf/A-team, HM Murdock + Dom Santini, that's one sweet Lady you got there

[skidrow-seymour.livejournal.com]

Horrible histories, Alexander/Hephaestion, Alex struggles to cope after Heph's death.

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any, any, it's too hot to be evil. Let's go to the beach instead.

Fill: Rune Factory Tides of Destiny, Aden(+ Sonja)/Pandora

[tinamachina.livejournal.com]

“Minion!” Pandora’s voice boomed throughout the tiny church. “Come to me this instant!”

Aden and Sonja never agreed to be Pandora’s “minion”, but it was best not to anger an arch-sorceress, so they just played along. Besides, Pandora was not all that powerful…yet.

“Yes, mistress?” Aden responded. Sonja giggled within his mind.

“Minion,” Pandora sounded exasperated, “how can I plot to conquer the world when it is so unbearably hot?”

“Well, it is summer,” Aden shrugged.

“I require relief this instant,” Pandora commanded. “Take me to the beach!”

“Oh, well, okay,” Aden acquiesced. He was hoping for an afternoon off to go fishing, but this would work just as well.

“Yay, beach day!” Sonja was bouncing around in his brain. It gave Aden a headache. The same phenomenon that brought them to Fenith Island also caused Aden and Sonja to share one body, with Sonja as a passenger.

“Very well, now go prepare a suitable feast and the required beach paraphernalia,” Pandora nodded with a smile and a wave of her hand.

Luckily, Aden had harvested some good watermelons from the summer islands, and had prepared some light snacks for Joe’s beach BBQ (there was a ton of leftovers). Packing a set of blankets and a bottle of sun-cream (Violet’s recipe), Aden lugged his picnic basket and satchel and led Pandora to the beach.

“Your tribute pleases me, minion,” Pandora returned from the changing stalls. “Pour me a drink.”

Even though he knew she was hundreds of years old than him, something about Pandora in that tiny little bathing suit did funny things to Aden’s head and heart. And then Sonja would yell at him and Aden would snap back to attention.

“Mmm, I should have you prepare all of my meals, minion,” Pandora insisted on Aden feeding her watermelon by hand, “When I am supreme ruler of the world, I shall appoint you Head Chef/Captain of the Guard!”

Aden tried not to laugh, “Do you think I’m capable of performing both duties?”

“Of course, and Chief Carpenter as well…MINION!”

Pandora shouted in alarm. “You have forgotten the sun-cream! My delicate skin will burn from your neglect!”

Sonja growled between Aden’s ears, “She is so bossy!”

But Aden just sighed, “Sorry, ‘mistress’, didn’t wanna get sun-cream on the food.” He wiped his hands on a spare bandana and reached for the bottle. He squirted some cream into his hands and knelt behind the sorceress, massaging the concoction into her shoulders.

“Mmm, much better,” Pandora hummed with pleasure. “Make sure you cover me completely, please.”

Well, at least she said please this time, Aden thought to himself and Sonja. That was progress.

And at least Pandora had nice skin…soft, smooth, had not seen much sun in the last few centuries. She felt precious and delicate under his hands. Aden smoothed the cream down her arms, across her back, around her little neck and throat. Pandora hummed musically, almost giggling at Aden’s touch
Aden could hear Sonja grunt warningly in his head as he smeared the cream around Pandora’s bare belly and sides, and then the witch bent her knees up so Aden could reach her thighs. Her skin felt so warm…

“Why is it suddenly so hot?” Sonja’s voice wobbled.

“That will do!” Pandora held Aden’s hands still. Her voice was also tight and a little raspy, “That will do nicely, minion. I’m…going to tap a nap now. You’re relieved for now.”

Aden blushed. He did not mean to distress Pandora, but the little sorceress was blushing as much as he was. Pandora smiled benevolently before leaning back for a nap, and Aden felt the sudden need to jump in the ocean.

“Aden,” Sonja voiced her displeasure once Aden had dunked himself.

“What?” Aden felt the need to sit in the water for a while. “For a wannabe wicked arch-sorceress, she’s not so bad.”

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any, any, teasing the werewolf is only funny if you don't get savaged

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, "Me. You. Bed. Now." ...are you sure you mean me?"

MCU Fill: Tap That

[scribblemyname]

When Maria gets the fifth compliment for tapping Captain America, she flushes with irritation and embarrassment and picks up the phone to call Natasha.

"Tell me what's hit the gossip pool."

Natasha pauses for a long moment. "You won't like it."

"I already don't," Maria snaps back.

Natasha sighs, and Maria very much doesn't like it. "Someone took pictures of you teaching him how to dance and posted them online."

Maria closes her eyes for a moment to mentally count to ten and groan. "Of all the ignorant—"

"There's commentary," Natasha interrupts. "Barnes saw it."

---

Bucky is in the training gym, sparring with Thor, when Maria marches in and orders, "Me. You. Bed. Now."

Thor halts the fight, looking surprised.

Bucky looks irritated. "Are you sure you mean me?"

Maria has never had much time or energy to indulge even the adult versions of temper tantrums, so she simply grabs his shirt and yanks him in the right direction. The Winter Soldier could probably snap her in half, and she should probably be taking a moment to be thankful that Bucky has mostly put that behind him and does nothing of the sort, but she doesn't because gratitude isn't at all what she needs to deal with this. Not when she's faced with her hurt, angry… well, boyfriend, in her bedroom at two o'clock in the afternoon.

There's a vicious sort of satisfaction in knowing she turned quite a few heads down the hallway as she brought him here. She's stripping now, and there's another surge of satisfaction when she sees desire on Bucky's face.

He kisses her or she kisses him, hard to say who started it, and she's telling him, "Bed," in her most commanding tone, even though usually he's the one allowed to give orders in here.

It's angry and fast. He's put the Soldier behind him, but there are still parts of his brain that answer as that when faced with a command, and she's commanding, telling him, "Here," and, "Harder," and, "Not like that." He's letting her when their agreement says she's the one that's supposed to be compliant in bed.

At last, they are lying breathless and tangled.

"You should have just asked me," Maria snipes. She's never been known for pulling her punches.

Bucky gives her a slightly betrayed look. "What were you doing with him?" he demands.

"Getting him over his two left feet before he takes Sharon's toes off."

The silence is harsh with Bucky's ragged breathing. She's forcing her own to calm down.

After a long moment, Bucky finally sighs and rolls over to kiss her forehead. "I'm sorry."

Maria stares at him, then nods curtly. She hasn't entirely forgiven him the lack of trust, but it's okay, it's understandable, and she's not much more inclined to indulge herself than him.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Assassin's Creed, Leo, unexpected heroism

[ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com]

Revolution, Miles/Bass, pre-blackout, motorcycle ride.

[langstonlover.livejournal.com]

Crossfire Trail, JT/Rock, The boys meet their baby girl for the first time

[iceybreath.livejournal.com]

Welcome to Night Vale, Kevin, every smile is a lie.

[wildlinggirl.livejournal.com]

Pretty Little Liars, Aria+/Alison, Aria is killed in the Halloween train and meets Ali again.

[livingtolaugh.livejournal.com]

Mini fill. Hope it's ok.

It's odd, being dead.

Even odder seeing Ali again, and finding out that she actually is dead. On finding out that she's not still alive, and that Spence and the others probably did hallucinate her.

"So you ..."she starts, and Ali sighs, flips her hair over her shoulder and fixes her with a glare.

"Haunting you four was no easier than guiding you when I was alive," Ali pauses. "Wanna help?"

[rei382.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, his nails has crystals on them.

[jordannamorgan]

D.N.Angel, Dark/Risa: Dark gained a body of his own, and went on to marry Risa. However, no one expected that their coupling would produce... an egg!