Friday Free For All

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

Welcome, boys and girls, to your Friday Free For All. It's been another fabulous week - the turn out each day seems to be better and better! I am so pleased with the number of fandoms represented and the new ones I keep finding!

Let's keep the ball rolling, shall we? Anything goes today, of course - any fandom or crossover, any pairing or grouping, any prompt.


Please help the code monkeys maintain their sanity and remember to format your prompts:
For a single fandom: Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: Supernatural, John/Mary, Impala

For a crossover: Fandom/Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: Leverage/SPN, Eliot/Dean, Pool


And if nothing's jumping up and catching your attention, feel free to head on over to our Lonely Prompts section.


So, go forth and prompt! Write! And I have a happy Friday!

Comments

[sammynce.livejournal.com]

Spn Dom!Dean/pet!Sam Bdsm club sex

[indigo-5.livejournal.com]

It was late, and Lily should have been in bed. But she was awake, padding around the dark house, worrying about her friend. Carly had looked so lost today, so alone. Jack had done it, he had really gone through with it, made Janet the new Mrs. Snyder, and Lily had never seen Carly look so white.

As she walked through the living room, she heard a soft knock at the door. Lily hurried to open it, and there was Carly, looking paler than ever, trembling, her eyes red. Lily’s heart ached for her. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen Carly cry.

Without words, she pulled Carly into a tight embrace, hugging her close, pushing the door quietly shut behind them before returning her attention to her friend. Carly was shaking now, clutching at her back, her face buried in Lily’s shoulder, and Lily squeezed her tight. “It’s okay,” she whispered, pushing strands of blonde hair away from Carly’s ear. “It’s okay, sweetie. I’ve got you.”

They held each other for a long time, until the tremors subsided and Carly pulled back slightly, looking up with damp eyes. “You’re too good to me,” she said. “After all I’ve done…”

“Shhh,” Lily murmured, kissing Carly’s forehead. “Quiet now.” Kissing Carly’s cheeks. “It’ll all be all right.” She kissed Carly’s lips, briefly, softly, carried by a rush of warmth that came from so many years of friendship. But Carly looked at her, her eyes changing now, and leaned in slowly to kiss her again. Lily let her eyes fall closed, surprised and yet not by the gentle pressure, the softness of Carly’s lips, the rightness of this feeling. Her own lips were responding now, gently kissing back, as her hands moved from the sides of Carly’s face into her thick blonde hair. She sighed as Carly’s lips parted, meeting her tongue with her own, lost in this feeling. Why had they never done this before? Carly’s hands were moving, caressing, and the warmth was turning to heat now. They pressed closer, the kiss deepening, and Lily gasped when she felt Carly’s breasts crushing against her own. What are we doing? But Carly moaned, and the sound went straight to Lily’s groin, and she realized she knew the answer to that question. And she wasn’t about to stop now.

[sammynce.livejournal.com]

Rps Jdm/Chris spanky

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Aww - that's just adorable! Very Parker, very cute and the bunny! *loves*

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Hehehe, thank you!

[katbcoll.livejournal.com]

RPS, Chris/Steve, "You mushed my banana" (or cooking) ;)

Firefly: Jayne/Simon - kissing is over-rated

[just-imriel.livejournal.com]

Kaylee had tasted of strawberries, that one time. He’d followed her right out of the mess and demanded his share, been flummoxed when she’d smiled. “I guess it’s only right, at that, but don’t go tellin’ the Cap’n – nor anyone else.” Then she’d put her hands on his waist and stood tippy-toe to meet his lips, short and sweet. Strawberries, and sunlight, and good earth.

Vera tasted every time the same, tang of cold metal and oil. Steadfast. A fella could do worse, he figured, than to count on her.

He’d dreamt of Inara once or twice, unexpected, but those dreams had slipped away ‘fore he could sort them.

River? Well, there was places his imagination rightly feared to tread.

It was Simon. Simon with his eyes closed and his head turned away. Simon who’d bit his own arm ‘til it bled to keep from crying out the first time, brought a bottle of slick when he’d come back for more. He had never kissed those lips, had never longed to. His hands and his cock lied and told him Simon was soft and sweet and pure and tight and almighty hot, but Jayne opened his mouth and breathed in deep, smelled his own sweat and sucked in the ragged little ‘uh – uh – uh’ puffs of air Simon allowed himself. Sucked Simon’s breath right down into his own lungs and saw heard felt tasted a darker, more bitter ‘verse than even his own realism allowed. Darker, but richer. Bitter, but makin’ the sweet explode like fireworks in the Core. He buried his face in dark sweat-matted hair and breathed and considered that kissin’? - was overrated.

[bwhouwant2b.livejournal.com]

RPS, Chris/Steve, the family pet

[obvmluver.livejournal.com]

Lotrips, Viggo/Orlando, Wicked Games

[nouveau-monday.livejournal.com]

umm, hi. i, like, love you beyond measure. thank you a million times over.

[havenward.livejournal.com]

::blushes:: Thanks, darlin'!

[rivermud.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Highlander, Eliot/Anyone, swords vs. knives

Re: Lotrips, Viggo/Orlando, chocolate kisses

[galor5.livejournal.com]

mmmmm... gotta love chocolate kisses.

Thank You! :)

Re: LotR/RPS-V/O-Viggo in makeup

[galor5.livejournal.com]

heh yep! NZ fics are the best! :D

[havenward.livejournal.com]

He's surprised to see Eliot's silhouette by the window when he wakes, though perhaps he shouldn't be. He's been gone a week, on a job of his own somewhere in South America (Chile, Nate thinks), but this is precisely when he said he'd be back. It isn't so much Eliot being back on time, Nate realizes, as the fact that Eliot keeps coming back to him.

"Hey," Eliot says, half turning from the window, and his face is swimming in shadow.

Nate just holds his hand out, is surprised again when Eliot doesn't even hesitate before moving toward him, removing his clothes as he goes. He's naked by the time he slides in beside Nate, pushing him onto his back to straddle him. He can't see any of Eliot's face, can't see into his eyes when he leans down to kiss him, all teeth and want you right now and something else that Nate's afraid to name.

[griffndor.livejournal.com]

RPS, Eric Bana/Karl Urban, kaleidoscope

[nouveau-monday.livejournal.com]

yay! you are my new ROCKSTAR for this.

Re: Lotrips, Viggo/Orlando, chocolate kisses

[obvmluver.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. Your idea was just lovely and since I can't shake the new Orli images from my mind this was the result. I hope the storycomment pleases you at least a little. *blush*

[indigo-5.livejournal.com]

Hee. ♥

[nouveau-monday.livejournal.com]

Also, just so you know, now that the imagine of carly/lily is in your brain ... you will NEVER have it undone. NEVER.

[vae]

Some kindsa late don't count as late no more. The kinda late that starts after a gig finishes and the bar closes and the last of the girls fade away. The kinda late that's Chris and Steve leaning against each other as they try and remember which fucking hotel they're going back to this time, Steve's guitar case resting against Chris' knee in the back of the cab, and Chris' hand resting against Steve's dick like it's at home there.

There's a reason for that.

Steve's too tired to protest, or too drunk, or maybe he just doesn't want to draw the driver's attention to it. Maybe he likes it. Hell, Chris knows Steve likes it. Likes it pretty damn fine himself. Nice shape to it in his hand, the rising curve pressing against denim softened by time and washing and rubbing against Steve's skin until it doesn't hide a trace of that reaction. The one that has Steve rolling his head and dropping it against Chris' shoulder as heat hardens under his hand.

Slow fumble of unfamiliar cash and familiar guitar and more familiar Steve to get them both out of the car and into the hotel, across the lobby to the elevator, leaning against the side of the car with Steve's arm around his shoulders and Steve's lips finding his neck, yeah, right there, shit, no fair, that's playing real dirty, biting right there, hair brushing over his face smelling of beer and sweat and Steve and if Steve keeps doing that...Christ, thank God, their floor. Almost feels like Chris is leading Steve by his dick to get them both someplace he can know Steve's guitar's gonna be safe and Chris can finally get all his focus on Steve and getting rid of those fucking jeans, soft enough to fall soon as the belt and fly's undone and Chris can prop Steve against the wall, getting a half-protesting murmur that Chris can't resist tasting. "'S ok, darlin'," he murmurs, voice thick with whiskey and smoke, thicker and lower with the slow burning need to get Steve to himself, like this, all sleepy and open. "'S ok, I got you."

Got Steve right where he wanted him, fever-hot skin under his hands as he stripped away clothes, kicked them aside where they fell. "I got you," he repeats, and ain't that the truth, works vice versa, always has, can't say which of them's supporting the other but it's always been that way, too, that half-step-half-fall that tumbles them onto the bed. No more concentrating on standing, just the rhythm of his hand on Steve's dick and the beat of Steve's breath hot against his face, each one pacing the other, sweeter'n any music to lead, dominant to tonic, final cadence in that choked sigh swallowed from Steve's lips.

Course, about five seconds later it's Steve that's passed out cold, snoring loud enough to wake anyone in fifty yards save for himself, contented grin stretching those wide lips, and it's Chris that left with a hard on and no place to go with it.

Too fucking late.

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

D'aww - the boys can be so cute sometimes, and this? *points to fic* Just rocks.

Re: Firefly: Jayne/Simon - kissing is over-rated

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

*shivers* That's...yeah. Yum. ^_^

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Highlander, Duncan/Methos, in 500 years time

RPS, JDM/Jensen, Spanking

[lori-leaf.livejournal.com]

Jeff always likes to play around on set. He's constantly wrestling, putting people in headlocks, giving noogies, basically acting like an overgrown twelve year old.

This is all fine and dandy except for one small problem. Jeff and Jensen are secretly fucking and all this touchy feely manhandling turns Jensen on. Jeff, the bastard, knows it too. He'll pin Jensen across a table and then gleefully announce to all their witnesses that he won't let him up til Jensen says "uncle." The crew think it's adorable. They think it's wonderful that Jeff's taken Jensen and Jared under his wings and treats them like little brothers.

There's nothing brotherly about this public foreplay.

Jeff's current game is to put Jensen in a headlock and then smack his ass several times in a row. Jeff shouts like he's a bullfighter. He'll release the younger man and then continue to dance around him, laying slaps to his butt every time Jensen comes within reach. The crew is laughing. Laughing! They think it's a game.

Jeff isn't holding back. Every smack is heavy, hot flesh tingly beneath his hand. The commentary doesn't help. "C'mon Jenny. Daddy's winning!" Smack. "Ha! Got you!" Smack! Smack! "Who's a bad boy? YOU'RE a bad boy!" Smack. "It's almost like you want a spanking Jensen. You suck at this game. I've gotten you a million times and you haven't gotten me once. My hand's getting sore, boy!"

Jeff laughs and dances and teases and smacks... and Jensen's hard the entire time. He tries to play it off. Tries to tease back. Jensen's always aware of the eyes of the crew on them. Jared is grinning indulgently and stays out of the smack battle. Mark from wardrobe just warns them not to mess up the costumes and bets with Morena from catering that Jensen'll get at least five smacks in before Jeff loses interest in the game.

Mark loses that bet.

By the time Jeff takes pity on Jensen, Jensen's ass is prickly from the heft and amount of spanks that Jeff just doled out in public under the guise of a brotherly game. Hell, it was a bonifide spanking just broken up by lazy wrestling, heckling, and cowboy impersonations. Everyone is grinning by the time Jeff and Jensen separate, a truce called. Everyone loves their actors for their playful games. It defuses tension on set. It makes the day more fun. No one suspects a thing.

Jeff's breath is hot against Jensen's ear as he whispers, "my trailer. Ten minutes." He glances down and smiles. "Looks like I'm not the only one who's an exibitionist."