TUESDAY: COSTUME
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jemzamia, your Guest Host for this week :)
So let's carry on today with the theme of Costume! What does your character dress up as to send their partner crazy? Is there an iconic piece of clothing from another fandom that catches your character's eye? Who would be the most inventive at a fancy dress party? You can be as outrageous or subtle as you want! :D
Please think about our wonderful codemonkeys and use the correct format (the second is for crossovers).
Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt
Merlin, Morgana/Gwen, fuck me boots
Doctor Who/Repo! The Genetic Opera, Ten/Jack, "Doctor, why are you dressed as Amber Sweet?"
Primeval, Becker/Connor, women's knickers
And remember not to post more than 5 prompts in a row and more than 3 prompts per fandom. 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.
jemzamia, your Guest Host for this week :)So let's carry on today with the theme of Costume! What does your character dress up as to send their partner crazy? Is there an iconic piece of clothing from another fandom that catches your character's eye? Who would be the most inventive at a fancy dress party? You can be as outrageous or subtle as you want! :D
Please think about our wonderful codemonkeys and use the correct format (the second is for crossovers).
Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt
Merlin, Morgana/Gwen, fuck me boots
Doctor Who/Repo! The Genetic Opera, Ten/Jack, "Doctor, why are you dressed as Amber Sweet?"
Primeval, Becker/Connor, women's knickers
And remember not to post more than 5 prompts in a row and more than 3 prompts per fandom. 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: 2009-06-03 01:07 pm (UTC)They were black leather, shining and tall, with laces all up the side, and Gwen's breath caught. It'd been a long time since Morgana had worn them - since she'd given up on catching Arthur. Gwen felt a soft pang of jealousy for the knight that had caught her lady's eye.
She picked up the boots and slid them onto Morgana's feet, sliding the soft leather up her calf. She pulled the laces tight, and felt Morgana's long-fingered hand in her hair. She told herself it didn't mean anything - that the Lady was just steadying herself while Gwen's clumsy hands moved around her feet. She moved to the next foot, and Morgana's other hand came to comb softly through her hair, dancing around the edges of her face.
The leather was stark black against Morgana's moon-pale skin, and Gwen couldn't help but lean in and press a tiny, impossible kiss to the back of Morgana's knee before pulling back as if nothing had happened and tying the laces with businesslike hands. But Morgana's hand froze in her hair, and then she was being drawn up by gentle but firm fingers beneath her chin.
"Why do you think I'm wearing these boots?" Morgana asked her, and Gwen raised her eyes, hope flaring in her heart. Maybe she hadn't noticed.
"I had assumed you had wished to catch the eye of some knight, m'lady." Gwen answered truthfully.
Morgana never moved her fingers. "And why would the boots help with that, Gwen?"
Gwen paused, a blush staining her cheeks. Because they draw the eye upwards. Because they catch me and everyone who sees them. They make me want to strip you bare of all other clothing and just touch, slide my fingers and my tongue along the lines between leather and flesh. "They...suit you, m'lady."
Morgana was quite close, looking as if she actually wished to know the answer to her questions. "And what if I told you there was no knight? What if I told you I never intended to leave this room in these boots?" Her fingers were still there, still tilting Gwen's head up, warm and tender, and there was something in her eyes which made that hope smolder and flame, and that flame to spread to the lust kindled by the first sight of those boots - truly, the first sight of Morgana. Gwen's breath caught as her mistress continued. "What if I told you to strip me bare, to serve me as you wish to?"
Gwen trembled, images flashing before her mind, and she closed her eyes and forced out the hardest words she would ever say. "I would ask - I would wish to make sure that I could return in the morning, m'lady."
Morgana looked into her eyes, lips parted slightly with lust. "No." She said. "I expect you to stay the night."
And then Gwen was kissing those lips, deep and hungry, and bringing her swift, skilled hands to the lacing of Morgana's bodice, and cloth was falling away. And Morgana backed up to the bed even as Gwen lowered her mouth to taste Morgana's full breasts. She nuzzled into the valley between them as the bodice slid slowly, tantalizingly down Morgana's stomach. Morgana threw back her head and moaned as the stiff leather dragged against her nipples, closely followed by the wet heat of Gwen's mouth. Always the servant looked up to her mistress, watching with fascinated lust the curve of her neck, the fall of her dark hair against the sheet, always catching her eye to make sure that yes, this was real, yes, this was wanted.
She undressed her Lady with hands and teeth and tongue, but left those beautiful, perfect boots, and stood back for a moment just to stare. Morgana lay, spread-legged, on the bed, her pale skin criss-crossed with dark strands of sweat-dampened hair, small, angry marks made by her lips, her tongue, and then the boots, sleek and long and stark.
She pressed a kiss again to the back of her knee, and then moved upwards, caressing her soft thighs. She slid her hand as close as she could without touching, and then looked at Morgana for one last reassurance.
"Please." Morgana moaned, breathless, and Gwen thrust her fingers up and in.
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Date: 2009-06-02 10:50 am (UTC)Odd Man Out
Date: 2009-06-02 11:15 am (UTC)"What? Isn't this what you do for this sort of thing? When we went to The Rocky Horror Picture Show you dressed up and I was the only odd ball. I didn't want that to happen again. So I went for it," he said pulling at the bodice that was pinching into his side's slightly.
"Doctor," Jack said putting a hand on the doctor's shoulder wiping tears from his eyes, "I think it's your destiny to be the odd man out."
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Date: 2009-06-02 01:16 pm (UTC)"Something troubles you, Dean."
"Yeah, your tie. It's always loose, just hanging there."
"My employers encourage us to dress comfortably."
"Deadpan, Cas. I like it. But seriously, let me just -" Dean tied the tie properly and straightened it.
"It bothered you to see me unkempt?" Cas asked, amused.
"Yeah, it was distracting," Dean said, turning away to avoid Cas' intense gaze. Distracting is right, Dean thought to himself, every time I look at that damn tie hanging there, flapping around, I think about using it to tie your hands to a headboard. And then I think of blindfolding you while I make you guess what I'm going to do to you next. And then I think of wrapping that piece of polyester around your prick and making you shudder with pain, then pleasure, then pain again.
Suddenly the tie was in Cas' hand and being held out to Dean. "It fell off again, Dean," Cas explained, "Would you like to tie it for me again?"
Dean stared at him for a second, in guilt then understanding. "How long have you sensed what I wanted to do with that tie, Cas?"
"Since the first time I wore it."
"Playing hard to get, huh?"
"Not playing. I am very hard to get, Dean. But once you get me ...."
Dean smiled and took the tie from Cas' hands and used it to pull Cas in for a kiss. "I got you," Dean said then, his eyes inches away from Cas', "In every possible sense of the word, I got you."
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Date: 2009-06-02 12:33 pm (UTC)"It's got to be the spirits of vengeful fans," Sam reiterated, "At last year's Con, they were killed in an angry stampede, Dean. Hello, angry spirits with unfinished business."
"They were angry about a movie, Sam! Is that really haunt-worthy?!"
"Apparently, to them, it was. Besides, can you blame them? Some studio finally adapted a live-action Wonder Woman big budget film, and it stars Paris Hilton? And it has Wonder Woman getting rescued a bunch of times? And then at the end she marries Aquaman? And she spends half the movie talking about why she loves Orbit gum? What the fuck, dude. No wonder there was a riot."
"Dude, you are way too sympathetic to these spirits."
"I don't know what you're complaining about, Dean. At least you get to be Batman."
"Of course, I'm Batman, Sammy. He's suave, he has style, he has that deep voice thing when he's mad, and he's probably great in the sack. I'm totally Batman."
"You're Batman because you grabbed the costume as soon as I got back from the shop, Dean. That's why I'm stuck in the Klingon makeup."
"Here I thought it was because you have the forehead for it."
"You idjits! What the hell have you got me into now?"
Dean and Sam turned to look at Bobby, who was wearing a red corset and too-tight blue spandex shorts with white stars.
"Sorry, Bobby, with the convention in town, it was the only costume in your size we could find." Sam explained.
Dean had to think about being tortured in hell to stop himself from laughing as Bobby grumbled his way past them.
"Was that really the only costume you could find for him, Sammy?" he whispered when Bobby was out of earlock.
"Actually, Dean... I wanted Bobby to be Batman. I wanted to see _you_ in those shorts."
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Date: 2009-06-02 10:55 am (UTC)Old Friends, New Outfits
Date: 2009-06-02 11:29 am (UTC)"Are we going out to catch the bad guys or to an S&M convention?" Gambit teased and watched a snarl curl those delectable lips,
"It's Scott with the fetish not me," Logan complained than glared at Gambit, "And you just walked into the building wearing that pink shirt?"
"Yes, actually, got a problem with the mon cheri?" Gambit asked getting a touch closer. It was hard, holding back when he wanted so much to touch Logan again. It'd been a long time, but he hadn't changed in the slightest.
"Why do you keep calling me that kid? I don't know you," Logan snapped at him obvious confused and maybe even a touch scared.
"Because you are and will always be, mi cheri. Rather you know it or not," Gambit said and did something dumb, something daring, something completely him. He leaned in and captured Logan's lips and tasted what he'd been trying to find again since his youth. To his surprise Logan kissed back, but only for a moment, than he pulled away confused and startled.
Gambit wanted to tell him, wanted to make promises again and to remind him of the promises he had made, but he couldn't. Logan won't understand not just yet.
"After the battle I'll be in my room. Come see me Logan and we'll see if we can jog that memory of yours," Gambit said before walking towards the X-Jet and whatever bad guys this new team of his felt it was their job to fight.
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"This is the best job ever."
"Shut up, I hate you." Eliot growled and adjusted the schoolboy uniform he was wearing. "Why the hell am I wearing this?"
"Job." Hardison was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Oh hey think we can hit the Watchmen panel I wanna see if I can get Jeffery Dean Morgan's--"
"Job," Eliot snarled back, grabbing the back of the stupid brown suit and yanking him with him. Hardison squealed something about Eliot ruining the lines of the custom made suit. When Nate had asked why Hardison had a Tenth Doctor suit already for the job Hardison had looked sheepish, and Nate had decided he didn't care.
"See, here's what I don't get," Eliot muttered while he tried to blend in with the crowd of freaks and nerds. "If you slash--that's the term, yeah?--The fifth Doc with Turlough, why ain't you dressed like Davison?" He looked behind him when it became clear his geek wasn't following. "What?" He grabbed his sleeve to drag him closer.
"Nothin!" Alec looked surprised and pleased. "S'just that, I didn't know you were paying attention."
"Yeah." Eliot shrugged. "You like it. So, why?"
"Can you picture me as Peter Davison, man? Really? I'd look worse as a blonde than you would, which is also why I didn't dress you like Rose." He took a step back at Eliot's warning growl. "I I just meant that I've got Tennant's body shape," he said quickly. "And Uh. You'd look horrible in drag?" Eliot watched him for a minute and shook his head.
"You could've given me a Jack costume. I liked Jack."
Hardison was beaming. "We'll make a geek of you yet, baby."
"Don't test me, Hardison, this suit's riding up."
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Date: 2009-06-02 10:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-02 10:59 am (UTC)Traffic stop
Date: 2009-06-02 11:41 am (UTC)"I'd like to see some ID on both of you," the officer said and they both pulled out perfectly fake ideas. The officer looked them over and than handed the cards back.
"I saw you pick this young man up on 5th street.." the officer started and Dean knew they were in trouble.
Sam was dressed in a pair of skin tight pants that hung down to the crack in his ass and laced up in the front. His vest didn't have a shirt on it and he had two fake nipple piercings in along with earrings up and down his ears. His hair was spiked up on all sides with gel. Sam looked like a male hooker and that he should, Dean had dressed him like that for a job. They were fucked.
"You see this is my brother," Dean protested.
"Brother, I see, I'd believe that but you have different last names on your I.D's. Listen, I'm going to need both of you to step out of the car.
"Why?" Sam demanded.
"I smell weed," the officer said making Dean suspicious.
They both got out of the car, Sam walking awkwardly as he tried to keep his pants from riding down any further and showing off more of his ass.
The guy patted down Dean real fast but than got to Sam and took his time. His hands lingered on Sam's ass and even molested him a little.
"Listen, you little slut, I know what this is all about and you give me one free ride and you'll never get picked up again," the cop told him and Sam stammered.
Sam didn't have to think anything up to say. Dean had reached on the ground and grabbed a rock. One quick hit to the man's head and he was out cold. Dean smiled up at Sam.
"Gives a whole new meaning to saved your ass huh?" Dean said making Sam laugh.
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Date: 2009-06-02 04:09 pm (UTC)"That's generally the goal, yes."
"Yes, but - but I'm going to kill it REALLY HARD. This one is beyond evil."
"Quit being such a baby. We've gone undercover on jobs before."
"Yes, but-" Sam gasped as Dean tugged tighter. "At the Rocky Horror Picture Show??"
"Where angels fear to tread."
"And why do I have to wear the get-up?"
"You'll pull the tights off way better. Besides, relax!" Sam could hear the grin in Dean's voice as he fiddled with the laces. "This figure's nothing to be embarrassed about."
Sam settled into quiet fuming (and wincing) as Dean tugged at the laces, bracing himself against the wall of the men's room. They'd already had some people come in, look very confused, and back slowly back out.
A few minutes passed. "Dean?"
"Yep?"
"Everything going OK? I can still breathe."
"Just having a bit of trouble... with the laces..."
"You've been doing them in the right order, right?"
"There's an order?"
"Sure, like shoelaces."
"There's an order to shoelaces?"
"Jesus, Dean-"
"Hey, stop complaining! I got it just fine, I just need to pull here - and here - OK, I haven't got it," Dean admitted, face reddening.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll get out of it and lace it on you-"
"Whoa, whoa!" Dean raised his hands in panic. "Now I gotta wear it?? How can you do better?"
"Me and Jess... you know what? That's not important." Sam quickly unhooked all the fastenings at the front of the corset and took a great sigh of relief as his internal organs returned to their natural positions and capacities. He then brandished it in front of him, and Dean backed away.
"I can lace a corset. You can't. You're wearing the costume."
"But... it won't fit me!" he protested feebly.
Sam raised an eyebrow. "It's a CORSET, Dean. Worst case scenario, it won't give you quite the hourglass figure you're dreaming of."
Dean was staring at the corset like it was bright pink and covered in the Hannah Montana logo, but he knew they had no choice, and Sam knew he knew it, and he knew Sam knew he knew it. He sighed, and tugged off his shirt, and shot Sam a death glare.
"We never speak of this again."
"Course not," said Sam, fighting back a grin as he handed it to Dean to fasten around himself, "Not to Bobby, not to Ellen, not to everyone we ever meet ever. No-one at all."
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Date: 2009-06-02 11:01 am (UTC)Similarities
Date: 2009-06-02 01:56 pm (UTC)It wasn't his Rodney - and, okay, yeah, that brought all sorts of weird possessive issues to the forefront he didn't want to think about - but Rod was definitely a Rodney nonetheless. Rod was very much another Meredith McKay, just...
Well, just one that happened to walk around as if he'd stepped out of one of John's porno dreams, because, come on, leather? On Rodney's shoulders? That was just mean. And the hair, all carefully ruffled to look like bed hair and oh, seriously, come on.
Rod even got it, got the reason John had been half-following half-studiously ignoring his meaner self, and when Rod cornered him about it and John rambled off something about DADT he was about ready to give up and declare the universe hated him - well, this universe anyway, he couldn't speak for Rod's - he found himself falling back against his desk and the room's lights quickly going dim, thank God for the whole 'living city' deal, Rod's lips devouring his own and okay, so, that wasn't so bad. At all.
"You're so quiet back home," Rod gasped against John's neck, licking along his jaw before nipping at his ear and oh, God, he was too old to be on the verge of coming in his pants but with Rod's hand palming his cock through the material of his trousers he really didn't see what else he could do. "Never really argue, never whine or snap or bitch -"
"I try to leave that bit to you," John replied, battling with the fastenings of Rod's own pants and just, just beating him in the battle to get the other's dick out first before they were grinding together and okay, okay, they weren't fucking but they were jerking each other off while he was half spread over his desk with one hand clinging to Rod's shoulder for dear life and if that wasn't dream-porn popping out into reality he didn't know what was, all he needed was Teyla to walk in naked for some unknown reason and he was sorted, but God, it was perfect, perfect, perfect, and he was panting against Rod's ear, gasping his name over and over and -
He came messily, papers scattered everywhere and the office even more of a mess than usual - as if he'd ever find the time to get half this paperwork done anyway - and recovered to find Rod smiling a little sadly. "You know, I've not been a Rod-ney since I was a kid," Rod replied, and John swore, not really knowing how to apologise, before finding himself the recipient of a really, really awkward hug. "It's okay, you're not my John either. We probably should let them know sometime, huh?"
"Kind of waiting for the opportune moment," John replied, arms stiff, willing the hug to end and releasing an over-loud sigh of relief when it did.
"Yeah," Rod replied, before grinning and looking around the room. "You don't have any tissues, do you?"
"Bottom left drawer -"
"Under the porn?" Rod finished, before laughing. "Not so different after all."
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Date: 2009-06-05 02:14 am (UTC)Ianto was sitting at his desk looking over something that had him wondering just what had happened. It had been a long day. Heck a long year if he was to be honest with himself. First losing Owen only to have Owen come back to life. Then a while later to lose both Tosh and Owen all in the same night to someone who had a personal connection to his, boyfriend, lover, he wasn’t sure what him and Jack where.
It was late. Gwen had offered to stay with him and go over the information that he was trying to study with no success. Jack was off doing whatever it was Jack did when he didn’t want to think about the past.
Suddenly there was a noise off to the right where Jack’s office was located. Ianto looked over and saw standing in the doorway leaning against it like there wasn’t a care in the word Jack. He was dressed in a tuxedo instead of his normal clothing. There was just something about the man dressed to the nine’s that had wanting Jack. But that was normal for Jack really. Everyone seemed to want him.
Jack knew he looked good. Jack also knew that Ianto had been going through a lot over the last few months and he wanted to take his mind off it. He remembered Ianto once saying that he love a man in a tuxedo. So tonight he would do what he could to make Ianto feel better.
He straightened up and walked over to Ianto and just gave him that look. Then he said with as straight a face as he could manage. “Harkness, Jack Harkness.”
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Date: 2009-06-02 11:10 am (UTC)Eliot should wear suits more often.
Date: 2009-06-02 03:08 pm (UTC)What he wasn't used to was watching Eliot while he stripped out of it.
He carefully took off the suit jacket and laid it over the back of a chair. He sat down a moment later and untied his shoes. He took his socks off, too and stuffed them into the shoes, then placed them beneath the chair..
Then Eliot stood up again and Alec swallowed hard.
Slow fingers unbottened the dress shirt and pulled it out of the waistband of the dress pants to open it all the way before it was hung over the back of the chair, too.
Only Eliot's pants were left now but before he had any chance to undo the fly himself, Alec was in his personal space. He losened Eliot's ponytail and grabbed a fistful of his hair while resting their foreheads together.
"Dammit, Spencer, do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"
"I was only undressing myself, Hardison," Eliot said innocently. Alec didn't buy it for one second.
"I'm tellin' you man, that was high class porn."
"Should I say thank you or be insulted?" Eliot chuckled and God that just turned Alec on even more.
"I don't care as long as you kiss me," Alec replied and didn't leave Eliot the time to answer.
Minutes later, when they were both gasping for air, Eliot smiled that wicked smile and murmured low into Hardison's ear.
"I guess I should wear suits more often then."
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