Thursday: Smut
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comment_ficHowdy Everyone, & welcome to Thursday :) I'm <lj user="langstonlover">, your host, and for today's theme I have picked my second favorite of all the fanfic genres out there :) Today's theme will be <b>Smut</b> ;)
Today anything goes as long as some of your characters are getting a little taste of the good stuff if you know what I mean Lol. You can get have your characters using sex toys, role playing, having oral sex, or anything else you can come up with that includes some yummy smut <3
Rules are same as always
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Here are my examples for today :)
Crossfire Trail, JT/Rock, Trying out sex toys for the first time
Crossfire Trail, JT/Rock, Fucking on the ship (at the beginning of the movie)
Crossfire Trail, JT/Rock, Going out on a camping trip just so they can fuck without being interrupted
Happy Prompting Everyone!!! :)
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Date: 2013-09-12 06:59 am (UTC)Not a fill, but...
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Date: 2013-09-12 07:24 am (UTC)Fill: Final Fantasy VI, Setzer/Daryl, NC17
Date: 2013-09-14 12:41 am (UTC)Setzer and Daryl have had sex in stranger places than a dark alley in Zozo.
Zozo was the kind of town where it was more dangerous to be indoors than outside in the pouring rain, at night. Hotels were tourist traps, literally. Trap doors and hidden passages made it easy for a thief to creep into a visitor’s room while its occupants were passed out on cheap wine and cheaper sex. Some innkeepers went as far as “accidentally” locking a guest in their room until they paid the “repair fee” to free them.
Besides, few respectable criminals would risk their health waiting in the damp downpour at night just waiting for a score.
But just in case, undressing was kept to a minimum with a quick hike of the skirt and unzipping of the trousers. They made out, rain plastering their hair to their faces and heads as they played with each other, rubbing and fondling and tickling. There was an urgency to their foreplay—get off before they got caught. It was a bigger rush than flying, more dangerous than doing it under a bridge in Nikeah, or in that stable in South Figaro, or even in the rear of the mezzanine in the Opera House.
Even as Setzer pinned Daryl’s back to the wall, and even as Daryl wrapped her legs around Setzer’s hips as he took her deep, they kept an eye out for potential voyeurs. A mugger might not want to interrupt the show, even if Setzer’s coat obscured the interesting bits from prying eyes. Getting caught was less worrisome than getting killed, so Daryl kept one hand on Setzer’s gun holster as she gripped the back of Setzer’s wet hair.
Danger made sex better. It made the hearts pump faster and Setzer’s dick throb harder. It made Daryl wetter and her screams higher, loud enough to spook a stray cat that had been rummaging through the trash next to them. They came just in time to be chased away by an offended scavenger, who chased after them with a broken broom.
“You chaste virgins! Continue fornicating in my alley!” The scavenger shouted, which in native Zozonian, meant basically the opposite.
But Setzer chuckled as he zipped his fly, and bundled Daryl under his coat as they ran off to their airships, laughing all the way.
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Date: 2013-09-12 10:10 am (UTC)Re: FILLED!
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Date: 2013-09-12 10:27 am (UTC)The Unusuals Fill: An Alternative Form of Dance
Date: 2014-12-12 03:42 pm (UTC)Allison laughed. "That is not dancing."
He curled his body around hers and tucked her against him. "Sure, it's not. Same moves, different location."
And perhaps there he had a point because the man could use his hips—and his arms and his hands, G—, his hands... Nevertheless, smugness like Walsh's required pushback.
"Let's try that out on a floor next time." She deliberately made herself sound amused and unimpressed.
Walsh just chuckled. "And break the New York decency laws."
Point. She clarified. "Less grinding, more dancing."
He shook his head and put his hands back to work.
She decided not to complain.
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Date: 2013-09-12 12:35 pm (UTC)No fill, but
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Date: 2013-09-12 02:07 pm (UTC)Glee, Blaine/Kurt, you need a man who sees how lonely you've been
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Date: 2013-09-12 02:08 pm (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), Stiles/Derek, the first time (ever) Derek gets aftercare
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Date: 2013-09-12 02:11 pm (UTC)Bones, Hodgins/Angela/Wendell, they invite him in (to stay)
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Date: 2013-09-12 02:12 pm (UTC)Glee, Blaine/Kurt, their first time after they officially get back together
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Date: 2013-09-12 02:15 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, serial killer AU - sometimes, killing is better than sex
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Date: 2013-09-24 06:06 pm (UTC)“Do it, Dean. Kill him,” Sam encouraged. “He looked at me, looked at what belongs to you. Kill him, big brother.”
His words echoed in Dean’s ears as he advanced on the man. Dean drew his fist back and slammed it into the man, feeling the guy’s ribs crack as his knuckles made contact. The guy coughed and blood dripped from his lips as he staggered back against the wall. Sam smiled, giggling like a five year old. His eyes were sparkling with dark mischief and he was vibrating with excitement.
“You like that, Sammy?” Dean asked playfully, his tone deep and whisky smooth. “Does that make you happy, baby boy?”
Sam nodded energetically with a bright smile and hugged his brother. “Kill him, Dean. Please? For me? He looked at me, Dean. At the bar; he wanted to fuck me...wanted to take what belongs to you.”
Dean kicked the man in the groin, watching with murderous eyes as the man dropped to his knees and gasped for air. That motherfucker had no right to look at what was his. Sammy was his.
“Please, kill him Dean,” Sam carried on, urging Dean on. He wanted to see his brother gut the man, to take his life. “Please, kill him. Please, do it for me. Please.”
Damn, the sound of Sam begging made Dean’s cock throb. He enjoyed killing; to hold someone’s life in his hands made him feel powerful alive; sometimes, killing was better than sex. The man begged for his life as Dean pulled out his knife. The older Winchester advanced on the man and pinned him against the wall before he drove the knife inside the guy; he heard skin tearing and organs squishing, and the sound of his brother laughing with delight. Dean twisted the knife and watched the man’s life drain out of him as blood pooled on the ground.
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