Evil Thursday

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Hey there - badfalcon here, posting on behalf of amara_m because LJ's been being a bitch and she had to get to work.

But this is what she wants to say...

Happy Thursday Folks!

Today is Thursday, my last hurrah for this week! I've had fun!

So today, I thought we'd indulge yet another of my go-to kinks. Evil!
The evil of being evil, the slow slide into darkness, evil!twins,
dopplegangers, demon-possessions, vampires...being evil can be so
delicious...and it brings along the angst for the characters who aren't
evil...choices to be made, torture to suffer...

Please remember to follow the rules, no more than 5 prompts in a row, no
more than 3 in any one fandom. Feel free to come back and prompt more if
yours get answered in the course of the day.

Please be kind to our hard working code-monkeys and format your prompts
properly:

SPN, John/Ellen, demon possession
Angel, Angelus/Faith, blood revel
Angel/Bones, Angelus/Booth, facing down your demon

As always, if none of today's prompts tickle your fancy go visit our
lonely prompts <http://delicious.com/commentfic> and pick one out for
yourself.

Have fun folks!

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Comments

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, John/Ellen, demon possession

Bad Things

[camshaft22.livejournal.com]

John entered the smoky bar, a smirk playing on his lips. He strode through, zeroing in on his prey. There she was... in all her glory, Ellen. Blond little Ellen. She was helping her Old Man on a hunt. He himself had shown up to trail the damn thing. Too bad he had let himself get lonely, yearning for Mary's sweet touch upon seeing Ellen again... and well, this was a body that this demon didn't mind taking out for a test drive. Sweet, sweet, pretty little Ellen... he'd have to mess her up something bad. Maybe even go after dear, dear little Jo. Hell, if he had his way, he'd never get out of this meat suit. Show those boys a thing or two... well, at least Dean. Sammy was special after all...

"Ellen? What are you doing here?" John asked as he approached her, letting himself look surprised.

She looked up from her drink and smiled at him, gathering him up in a hug. "John! How's the boys?"

"Growing up... Where's your Husband and who's watching Jo?" Pretty little toothless Jo with blond pigtails... he'd have to do lots of bad things to her.

"He's at the Morgue... and Jo's being looked after by a good friend. She'll be alright," she said softly, as if trying to convince herself.

John reached out and squeezed her arm softly. "C'mon. Let's get out of here... You can tell me what's going on," he told her.

*~*~*~

They entered the hotel room and she went to get her things together as John locked it behind him, smirking. She looked at him, having heard the lock click. All of sudden, John felt the agony of holy water splashing upon his body. The hated words drove him out of John Winchester with an animal scream that left him out cold. Ellen panted and sat down on the bed to wait for her husband.

OOC: I lost the original post, but I hope this still works!

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Angel, Angelus/Faith, blood revel

[tarma.livejournal.com]

Prince of Tennis, Kirihara, red demon eyes

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Angel/Bones, Angelus/Booth, facing down your demon

[tarma.livejournal.com]

Sailormoon, Zoisite, enjoying Nephrite's death

[alba17.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, Ianto as a serial killer (Adam!)

[kitsune-flame.livejournal.com]

He picked them at random.

Tonight it was a pretty little brunette that he saw coming out of the Tessco. He followed her for awhile; close enough so that he could keep track of her in the late evening crown but not close enough for her to realise she was being followed.

As the sun set and stars filled the sky, the crowd began thinning out until, when the street lamps came on, it was just him and his prey. The brunette, completely unaware of her fate, chatted on her mobile.

"So I told her that today was the last day to get the materials for her dress, but the stupid cow didn't get them to me! How am I supposed to make her the belle of the ball when she can't even get me the materials!" When the brunette walked past an alleyway, her stalker made his move.

Quick as a flash, he was behind her; one hand clamped over her screaming mouth and the other hand circling her waist. He half-carried, half-dragged the brunette deep into the alleyway. The girl kicked and screamed, but nothing worked. He was too strong and held her tightly against his chest. When he finally let her go, she went to run but realised that he blocked the only way out of the alley.

"Please. Please, don't hurt me," the brunette begged as the young man came closer to her;tears streaming down her face. He wiped away her tears with the pad of his thumb and let his hand circle lightly around her neck.

"Don't worry," he said smoothly. "I won't hurt you. Much."

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, evil!Sam/Jo, lambs to the slaughter

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, demon!Dean/AntiChrist!Sam, “the world is not enough” (lyrics and video)

[shanaqui]

SPN, evil!Dean/Castiel, "The best thing is that I can make you cry and make you like it." (Does not need to be used verbatim in dialogue.)

[tigriswolf]

Criminal Minds, anyone/Reid, dark mark on the soul

[nbaeker.livejournal.com]

There's a reason why Spencer Reid doesn't engage in one night stands. Actually, there are 27 reasons, but at this moment there's only one. His nightmares.

He awakes, shaking, eyes unfocused as all he sees is Prentiss, with lifeless eyes. Morgan, broken and crying out in pain.

The soft hand on his shoulder made him shudder, but he turned into the woman's shoulder and allowed the sobs to break forth.

She drew small circles on his back, drawing back from him and pressing a kiss to each of his cheeks, tasting the salt of his tears.

"Reid," she whispered. "I'm here; I'm safe. Everyone else is safe as well."

She knew all the right things to say; all the right things to do to draw him into a place beyond his terror.

The reason for his shivering changed, and that was the reason that came to the front of his mind. No normal woman would understand. How could she?

No; he would trust his nights to Emily Prentiss alone. After all, she bore the same dark mark on her soul.

[tigriswolf]

Heroes, Sylar/Mohinder, “parasite, I find nourishment: when you cry in disgust” (H.D.)

[shanaqui]

Supernatural, evil!Sam/demon!Dean, and nothing else matters.

[tigriswolf]

Star Trek reboot, (AU?) Spock/Jim, Jim bleeds so pretty and Spock loves painting in red

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, Azazel/Lilith about Winchesters, “if we can’t have it, then nobody will” (Garbage)

[ladyelleth.livejournal.com]

Lord of the Rings, Galadriel, Galadriel takes the Ring from Frodo

[ladyelleth.livejournal.com]

She is Queen now. Water always answered to her, but now she can call forth fire, raise and crumble mountains with the gold band on her finger, cause tempests or force the very air into submission. The fiery Eye of the Dark Lord has always been on Lothlórien in hatred, fear and envy. Him she will vanquish next. The Nazgûl are already kneeling at her feet, and even their winged beasts bow their heads to her. She smiles.

Lothlórien will never wither, the mellyrn will bloom forever. At last, after so many ages her uncle's words of rebellion yielded fruit. The golden leaves will never fall again. She is the last of the children of Arafinwe and the greatest, and has come into her own. This land is hers, what need has she for Valinor, what need for passing tests, love, kinship, sunlight? The Eldar are the people of the Stars, the sun has always been a sign of their fading. No longer. She is Queen now.

[cloudyjenn.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Castiel, Dean loves tempting Castiel

Tempting the Angel

[sagaluthien.livejournal.com]

OBS not betad
---



Dean knew what he did and he loved it. He saw it as a play and why would he. Dean wanted to see what he could do and make Castiel show any emotions. Often he was rewarded and it often resulted to them having a great time in bed.

Best temptation seemed to be the easy one, when he started to lick and stroke himself. He loved to tease with showing some skin and for a moment hide it, though in the end Dean had stripped all off.

Dean would continue as long he knew he had some advantage on Castiel.

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

Buffy, dark!Willow/dark!Faith, other Scoobie of choice, Pretty Puppy

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

Buffy, evil!Giles/Xander, toying with the boy

[cadencecascade.livejournal.com]

more of a morally-ambiguous Giles. Maybe more after I sleep? dunno.

The boy was 15 and delicious, not quite grown into his height and very very insecure. He was perfect.

Rupert had been taken aside before he left England and had discretely been reminded of the fact that 18 was the age of consent in the US. He had no intention of remembering that fact; especially in the face of such a lovely specimen.

He started slowly, a hand on Xander's shoulder when he spoke to him. A side hug on occasion. Letting him become accustomed to the weight of his touch. When Xander acclimated, Rupert upped the ante. Rubbing his back, more side hugs, a few partial front hugs, touching his face.

Rupert made sure that in front of others it was innocent; and Buffy and Willow and Joyce, all whom he made sure saw him casually and innocently touching Xander, thought that it was wonderful, how Xander now had a strong male authority figure in his life, someone that was willing to show him some affection.

When it was just the two of them, Rupert began to allow a little leer to show, not much, but just enough to make Xander wonder if that's what he'd seen.
--
Xander's parents were drinking (again) and got kind of violent (again) and Xander left (again) before he could get hurt any worse (again). He went to Willow's, their standing arrangement, but Willow was at Buffy's spending the night and her house was locked up. Xander wasn't about to go to Buffy's and let her become aware of his parent's abuse.

He figured he could try Giles' place, maybe sleep on the couch.

Rupert was happy with this apparent serendipity. He explained to Xander that his couch was not made for sleeping on, no, not at all. Rupert offered for Xander to bunk down with him upstairs. He promised he didn't snore and he wouldn't hog the covers. After all, they were both guys...
--
It was a nervous Scooby that crawled into bed with the Watcher. He held himself perfectly still after the lights went out. Definitely not touching G-Man at all. Rupert grinned under the cover of darkness, and began to softly fake-snore.

Xander chuckled and relaxed a bit. A few minutes went by. Xander relaxed some more. Finally, after about 10 minutes of faking sleep, the boy finally relaxed throughly. Rupert twitched and turned to face Xander and casually and sleepily placed his arm around the boy, pulling him close. Xander tensed again. Again it took a good 10 minutes for him to relax. Rupert let himself fall asleep, setting his mental alarm to up to wake him at 0630.
--
Rupert awoke, looked who was sleeping in his arms, and smiled. Just as he had planned, in sleep they had become more entangled, his leg over Xander's leg, thigh right up against the teenager's morning wood.

He closed his eyes, simulating sleep, and pressed his own erection against Xander's hip, beginning to slowly rub. He moved his hand down to the boy's cock and just rested it over top of his sleep pants, slowly beginning to squeeze and release. He carefully took the boy's hand and placed in near his own penis.

The slow tease eventually woke Xander up and he froze. Rupert could see him mentally connecting the dots. Rupert stepped up the intensity of the rubbing and squeezing, causing Xander to come. After he came, against Xander's hip, he released the boy and rolled onto his back, still faking sleep.

He might not mind America after all.

[oddsbobs.livejournal.com]

Tin Man, Ambrose's Brain, We are all machines...


evil part of me is wondering how they are going to code this one for character...

Bodies that Minds Inhabit

[chibifukurou]

They are all machines. Those bodies that minds inhabit, little bits of the greater whole. It had never realized how much control its body had over its mind. It no longer required a sense of self or even needed to worry about survival. It was eternal, unfettered. They wanted to join it with its machine once more. Perhaps even its body wants that, wants to be controlled once more, but it doesn’t want that. It doesn’t want to become a machine again. It is beyond the machines and it would rather destroy itself than become Ambrose again.

[lizzielizzie.livejournal.com]

House MD, Cameron/Wilson, brain tumor affects her moral center

[antares04a.livejournal.com]

SGA, John/Rodney/Doppelganger-Sheppard, "Now, this is interesting sex!"

[me-ya-ri.livejournal.com]

A/N: Warning for oral rape on this one. *winces*



His cock slammed into the back of John's throat, deliberately too hard and too deep. John struggled, trying to push him away but after the beating he'd just gotten it wasn't working. Besides, this wasn't real. He knew it wasn't real. It was another of his doppelganger's dreams, designed to hurt and terrify his hosts. That didn't stop it from feeling utterly real. It didn't stop John's cock from getting hard.

"Now, this is interesting sex!" his doppelganger said, grinning down at John. "Bet you never even dreamed about sucking your own cock before, Johnny. No, you just dream about your little friend McKay. Too bad you don't have the guts to actually do anything about it. At least one of us got to drill him. He loved it, you know. Loved having me fuck him hard and fast, loved me making him scream. But that sort of thing isn't enough fun for me. You got to the party too late to enjoy the good stuff, Johnny-boy. So sad that you'll never get the chance to fuck him now. His death was so delicious, just like yours is going to be. And just think, I'll have been the one to give Rodney the fucking he always wanted."

The thought of his double doing that to Rodney, fucking him and then killing him, was like a knife in the chest. John bucked, trying to get the doppelganger off of his chest, out of his mouth but he was stronger and faster and he just laughed, shoving in so deep that John felt like his throat was going to bleed. The doppelganger laughed, his grip in John's hair too tight for him to wrench free.

"Get off of him!" Rodney yelled, startling both of them.

He shoved the doppelganger off of John's chest. John gasped and coughed, rolling away from the thing that wore his face. It snarled and then smirked as Rodney helped John to his feet. The damn thing didn't even look tired. Rodney supported John until he caught his breath, concern written all over his face. John shook his head at Rodney, really not wanting to discuss this. Rodney narrowed his eyes at John, his lips going thin and his mouth slanting down in a fierce frown.

"We are talking after this is over," Rodney said to John.

"Later," John replied, rubbing his throat. "Not now. Need to stop it first."

"Oh please, as if either of you can defeat me," the doppelganger said, smirking at them. "Go ahead. Give it your best shot. When you're done I'll fuck you both."

[moonchildfic.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Dark!Member of the team, It took them a while to realise Eliot's bruises weren't from fights.

warnings for violence/abuse (obviously)

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"A minute, Eliot," Nate said after the meeting.

"Yeah?"

Nate gave one his enigmatic looks, the kind that Eliot couldn't read if his life depended on it.

"Something bothering you, Nate?" Eliot asked while swallowing.

Nate ran a gentle thumb along the bruised side of Eliot's face. He nearly winced, not from the pain but from the delicacy of the touch.

"We thought maybe you had been getting in fights on the side," Nate said quietly, "But now I don't think that's what's going on."

Eliot looked straight ahead past Nate's shoulder trying to think of a way to get out of this conversation.

But Nate continued. "I think Sophie gave you that."

Eliot said nothing as he face turned crimson, knowing that his silence revealed everything but not being able to find in himself a story good enough to con Nathan Ford.

"Yeah, I figured," Nathan said when it became clear that Eliot was disinclined to answer straight.

"It's not like you think, Nate," Eliot said, giving him a pleading look. Please understand, his eyes pled.

"It stops now," Nathan said, casually, as if ordering toast.

"She needs this, Nate."

"She does or you do?"

"It's complicated."

"Complicated?" Nate said, face suddenly animated with sarcasm, "Oh I see, Well if it's complicated then by all means. Let me guess, she hurts you and then kisses it all better, so it's all just a barrel of fun for you both?"

"It's... hard to explain, Nate."

"It stops, Eliot. I'll tell Sophie tomorrow, but I'm telling you now. I'm not going to stand by while you come in every morning with fresh bruises and cuts and limps and no explanation of how you got them. It stops. Do you hear me Eliot?"

Eliot hesitated and then nodded.

"Good," Nate said and jabbed his knuckle into the darkest part of the bruise on Eliot's face. "Because this body -- this face? It's not yours to give away."

[antares04a.livejournal.com]

Stargate, Jack/Daniel/(not so?)evil Paul Davis, "Blackmail"

[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Regulus Black, varying degrees of evil

[smilebackwards.livejournal.com]

Regulus understands that there are varying degrees of evil.

The Dark Lord’s eyes burn fire red and his hissed hexes always end in screams. Bellatrix laughs her mad cackle, wielding a silver knife. Lucius and MacNair, in bone white masks, measure their cruelty in pints of blood.

Severus stirs his poisons feverishly, but hesitates to raise his wand.

Sirius strikes unthinkingly in his indifference, leaving Regulus behind like a sacrifice.

In Regulus’s dreams, Sirius draws a line in the sand and tells him not to cross it. Regulus smirks and puts his foot right along the edge. There is a flash of red in Sirius’ eyes, and his brother shoves him across the line then disappears.

When he wakes, sweating, the Black family crest carved into his headboard hovers above him like a guillotine.

Regulus’s sins wait in the dark ink magicked onto his forearm and the hidden anger stored up behind his ribs, looking for any outlet.

Regulus knows that most of his evil is potential. Snatching up the golden locket and calling for Kreacher, he resolves to keep it that way.

[shanaqui]

Supernatural, Sam (from an alternate universe where he's evil)/Dean (canon), he's the same and he's not.