Thursday :: Senses

[adamas.livejournal.com]

Hello, everyone. I’m adamas again and today's theme is Senses. Prompts can be anything to do with the senses (including: taste, touch, sight, scent, sound, extra-sensory...)

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ The Last Five Years; Jamie Wellerstein/Cathy Hyatt; “Didn’t know I starving till I tasted you.”
+ Daredevil; Ensemble or Matt Murdock/Any; teaching how to see without sight
+ Star Wars; Padme Amidala/Anakin Skywalker; you've touched me.

We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2016 collection. See further notes on this new option here.

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.

While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.

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[adamas.livejournal.com]

The Last Five Years; Jamie Wellerstein/Cathy Hyatt; “Didn’t know I starving till I tasted you.”

[adamas.livejournal.com]

Daredevil; Ensemble or Matt Murdock/Any; teaching how to see without sight

[adamas.livejournal.com]

Star Wars; Padme Amidala/Anakin Skywalker; you've touched me.

[rhymesofblue.livejournal.com]

The Flash, Cisco Ramon, seeing is not what it used to be

[rhymesofblue.livejournal.com]

The Flash, Harrison Wells Earth 2 + Cisco Ramon, you feel you should know something about him, the boy who knows your movements before even you do

[rhymesofblue.livejournal.com]

The Flash, Caitlin Snow, sometimes she can taste frost on her lips

[rhymesofblue.livejournal.com]

The Flash, Harrison Wells Earth 2, sometimes he wonders what it would mean if he too were the reverse flash, what the wind would feel like through his hair or the ground beneath his nearly invisible feet

[rhymesofblue.livejournal.com]

Now You See Me, J. Daniel Atlas, magic is a feeling that runs through his entire being, consuming his senses.

[schweinsty.livejournal.com]

Breakfast With Scot, Scot Latour + Eric McNally/Sam Miller, the softest, fuzziest, pinkest, absolutely best sweater ever.

[squidgiepdx]

Filled! "Planning A Family Outing" - Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8692468

[schweinsty.livejournal.com]

Star Trek AOS, Jim Kirk/Leonard McCoy, Bones might have the worst bedside manner, but his touch is so gentle when he's treating Jim's bruises.

[schweinsty.livejournal.com]

Now You See Me, Jack Wilder + Team, that one time he flinched out of habit when someone reached out to him

[schweinsty.livejournal.com]

Star Trek AOS, Pavel Chekov/Montgomery Scott, nervous, awkward, sacred fumbling

[schweinsty.livejournal.com]

Lethal Weapon (TV), Martin Riggs + Roger Murtaugh, "You like it when they punch you?" "...Not like that, Rog."

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, vampire dean, he can smell blood from miles away

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, touch

fill: i could get used to this , suicide squad, harley quinn/floyd lawton

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Harley is not used to such gentle touches, nor she is used to tenderness.

The type of affection she was used to was hands roughly grabbing and holding onto her hard enough to leave bruises. Palms were pressed so damn hard onto her body as they mapped her skin that nails would dig in causing it to bleed. It was sign of a love that was toxic.

She bites her lip and moaned. No she made a promise she wouldn't bring the asshole who ruined her life into their bed. So she focuses on the man above her.

Floyd is different. He always has been. But the way he touches her as they make love clearly shows how much more gentle and affectionate of a man he was. Sometimes she can barely feel his hands there because his fingers would barely touch her skin. Sometimes he would place more pressure on the more sensitive areas like her stomach and chest and it would send chills down her spine. And when his hands grip onto her hips it isn't rough and possessive, it is soft and loving.

She doesn't feel like an object like she did in the past. No, Floyd thinks far from that. She feels like an equal partner. She feels like she is human. She feels like she is loved. And the way Floyd's hands move over her body only confirms the way she feels.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, You grip your hands around my throat
And you strip the buttons off my coat
And I choose the methods I do best(touch)

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

The Flash, Caitlin Snow/Joe West, She likes the smell of his new aftershave.

Fill

[helsinkibaby.livejournal.com]

"You ok?" Joe waited until he and Caitlin were sitting in his car to ask the question, away from prying eyes and curious stares.

She turned her head to look at him, her cheeks flushed, her forehead creased in a frown. "I'm fine." Except he'd long since learned not to entirely trust her when she said that and when the words were slightly higher pitched than her usual tone, he felt his hackles rise.

"You sure? Because you've been quiet all night." He would have blamed it on the circumstances - it had been their first movie night in the park together since they'd begun dating, and while everyone had been perfectly polite on the surface, there was an undercurrent of awkwardness that he'd never felt before - except that, thinking back, it had started when he'd picked her up at her place, leaned in to kiss her hello.

"Joe, honestly, I'm fine." Her hand closed over his as the flush on her cheeks grew deeper. He must have looked as unconvinced as he felt because she bit her lip, looked down. "It's ridiculous."

Joe frowned. "Nothing that upsets you is ridiculous."

"You think I'm upset?" Her eyes widened almost comically and she shook her head, making her long hair swish around her shoulders. She'd worn it out for their date and between that and the little strappy sundress she was wearing, perfect for a summer's evening in the park, his fingers had been itching with the urge to touch her all night. He'd held off, in deference to his kids, but he wasn't going to lie, he was looking forward to getting her home. "I'm not upset. I'm..." She stopped, pressed her lips together and he shifted in his seat, trying to bring himself a little closer to her.

"You're what?"

He expected a reason. He didn't get one. Instead she said, "Your cologne... it's new?"

The apparent non sequitur surprised him. "Iris gave it to me at Christmas," he said. "I ran out of my regular one, thought I'd give it a try." He blinked as a thought occurred to him, one that would explain her attitude. "You don't like it?"

"No," she said and he blinked again. "I do." He stared at her, not understanding, and her cheeks were scarlet now. "A lot." After a quick look around, peering through the windscreen into the by now empty parking lot, she took their joined hands, moved them under the hem of her dress, up higher to the juncture of her thighs. His finger crooked without conscious thought, stroking her through the fabric of her underwear and his breath quickened as he felt how wet she was. It quickened still more at the little whimper she let out when he touched her and if he'd wanted to get her home before, now he needed to.

"Ever since you picked me up..." Her voice was breathy, her eyes dilated. "And you kissed me..." He remembered then how she'd lengthened the kiss, how she'd held onto him afterwards, burying her face in the crook of his neck. He hadn't thought much of it at the time, which was probably a good thing.

Because if he'd known it was having this effect on her, they never would have made it to the movie.

His fingers moved against her again and there was another little gasp in response. "I couldn't even concentrate on the movie," she whispered as her free hand moved to cup the back of his neck. "All I could think about was about when we get home..."

He didn't let her say any more, his mind already full of images that she no doubt shared. He kissed her instead and she responded enthusiastically, scooting over on her seat so she could press her body against his more easily. His fingers tangled in her hair, held her in place but he didn't make it a long kiss, pulled back sooner than she'd like if the little whimper of disappointment was anything to go by.

They were both breathing hard, her head on his shoulder, her lips pressed against the pulse point of his neck and when she looked up, looked into his eyes, it took all his self-control not to pull her back into his arm. "Joe?" she whispered and he didn't trust himself to speak over the thundering of his blood, so he nodded instead.

"Drive," she ordered and she didn't have to tell him twice.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

The Flash, Caitlin Snow/Joe West, He sees it before he feels it.

Fill

[helsinkibaby.livejournal.com]

So apparently I went over the comment limit. Apologies!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8652154

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, "Why does our house smell like a bakery?"

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

any, any, the one thing they love about Thanksgiving is the smell of cooking food.

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Any Doctor+companion/associate, the smells/tastes of an alien market.

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

MCU, Bruce Banner+/any or ensemble, a meal taken together & the tastes/sights/sounds thereof

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

Any fandom or AU with dragons, Any+/any or Gen, the sensation of dragonskin under one's fingertips

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

The Dresden Files, Harry Dresden, vividly dreaming about the feel of a hot shower.

[untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com]

Any, any+/any, the sensation of feeling someone else's heartbeat

Angel the series, Angel/Cordelia Chase, Season 3-ish established relationship AU, implied smut

[geckogirl89.livejournal.com]

Cordelia shifted a little, indicating that she was waking up. Angel gazed up into her eyes, watching as the drowsiness fell away from them to be replaced by amusement as she glanced down at Angel's hand.

She arched a single eyebrow at him. "Angel, were you trying to cop a feel in my sleep?"

"I-- what? No!"

Cordy rolled her eyes. She clearly didn't believe him. "I would probably have enjoyed that a lot more if I was awake. Also, if you moved your hand a little to the left."

Angel shook his head, stunned by the weird turn this conversation had taken. With Cordelia, bizarre conversations were a part of his everyday life.

Angel sighed. "Like I said, I wasn't trying to cop a feel." He scowled. "If I were, I wouldn't need instructions on my technique."

Cordelia giggled. "Then, what the hell were you trying to do exactly?"

"I was trying to feel your heartbeat." He had woken from his sleep after a horrible nightmare that Cordy had actually died from her visions. Afterwards, he had needed to reassure himself that she was actually alive. Angel could hear her breath and heartbeat easily, but he needed to feel her heart pulsing under his fingertips. The throbbing sensation was an antidote to his nightmare, a reminder that Cordelia was alive, especially when it increased in strength once she was awake and laughing.

The fact that his hand was under her pajama top and ghosting across the inside of her left breast was only a happy coincidence.

"You had another nightmare, baby?" Her voice held none of the amusement from earlier, only sympathy.

Angel recalled the incident from her birthday. "Ever since I saw you lying on the floor like that, I can't get it out of my head." His eyes began to well up. "I don't know how I would live without you."

Cordy smiled at him gently. "Well, luckily you won't have to worry about that any time soon." She smirked. "You know, I'm pretty sure my pulse is stronger on my neck."

Angel grinned. "Well, I'll have to check that out then." He moved up so that his lips were on her neck and began kissing above her pulse point. He smiled when he noticed he felt her pulse vibrating against her neck. "Mmm, you're right. It is stronger here." He moved his hand further to the left until he was cupping Cordelia's breast. Angel smiled against her skin when he heard her sharp intake of breath and felt her pulse speed up under his mouth. "You were right about that, too."

"Angel..." His smile broadened. He loved it when she said his name in that breathy tone of voice.

He gently squeezed the breast in his hand and sucked over her pulse point. Angel was determined to see how fast her pulse could get with him staying within the boundaries of his curse. The drumming sound of Cordy's heartbeat was music to him.