DECEMBER SPECIAL::SATURDAY FREE FOR ALL
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comment_ficJust 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!
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.
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Have fun!
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.
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Have fun!
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Date: 2016-12-10 11:47 pm (UTC)Fill: Less By Dying, Gen, K/G
Date: 2016-12-11 07:54 am (UTC)(Spoilers through the end of the series)
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Date: 2016-12-11 12:49 am (UTC)Fill: The Flash Joe/Caitlin
Date: 2016-12-15 08:57 pm (UTC)The slam of the front door of the West house rings in her ears as Caitlin sits, rooted to the spot, staring at it. Now that Iris and Barry and Wally have all left, taking their judgement and their anger and their discomfort with them, there is only silence in the room, a silence that's broken when, beside her, Joe lets out a long, deep sigh, running his hand down his face.
"So," he says after a moment, and she turns her head to meet his gaze. "That went well."
The obvious sarcasm surprises a laugh out of her but it doesn't last for long. Not when she knows what's coming.
It's ok, she tells herself firmly. She expected this, is prepared for it. No matter what they hoped, his kids aren't ok with the two of them together and if there's one thing she knows about Joe, it's that his kids are his life. She knows she can't compete with them in his affections, doesn't expect to. And that's ok, she tells herself firmly. They were friends before, they can be again. She's had relationships end before, and worse than this.
She'll be fine.
She thinks if she tells herself that enough, she might even believe it.
She takes a deep breath, steels herself, glanced down at the inhibitors on her wrists and finds herself grateful that they're still working. "I should go," she says quietly and Joe's reaction - a frown - is instant.
"Go?"
He sounds confused and she nods. "After what Iris said-" she begins and he stops her there, cuts her off with a shake of his head and a narrowing of his eyes.
"Iris will come around," he says. "They all will." His hand reaches out, closes around her fingers, warm and strong and sure and Caitlin suddenly wants to cry. "Don't go doing something noble and stupid on me now, ok?"
The sense of relief that rushes through her is heady and powerful, making it hard to breathe. "I thought-" she says and then stops. He knows what she thought.
"It's not gonna be easy," he tells her. "I know that. But don't give up on us now, ok?"
His eyes are as warm as his touch, as warm as his smile, as warm as his lips on hers and if Caitlin doesn't answer him in words, she thinks the way that she holds onto him is its own kind of answer.
Re: Fill: The Flash Joe/Caitlin
Date: 2016-12-15 09:08 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: The Flash Joe/Caitlin
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Date: 2016-12-11 08:44 pm (UTC)I actually wrote this for the rocking around the Christmas tree prompt you left but it actually fits better here. Never mind though, I'll come up with something for the other prompt!
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Date: 2016-12-11 12:54 am (UTC)Changes into something red
Her mother doesn't like that kind of dress
Everything she never had she's showing off
Fill : The Flash. Joe/Caitlin
Date: 2016-12-22 09:58 pm (UTC)Caitlin stands in front of the full length mirror, runs an appraising eye over her reflection as she puts the finishing touch to her outfit, sliding in the small diamond earrings that she only wears on special occasions, the ones that her father had given her on her sixteenth birthday, the last gift he'd ever given her. They wink in the light, but they're not too bright, not too ostentatious, that's not what she's going for tonight.
Not with her jewellery anyway.
The dress on the other hand? Well, that might be a little bit show-offy.
It's red, for a start, flaming scarlet that does amazing things to her skin and eyes, if she does say so herself. Red and long and slinky, it's tight, clinging to every curve, showing off her trim figure to best effect. It's sleeveless too, strapless to boot, and her hair, pulled up and twisted into some elaborate and curly ponytail, means that her neck and shoulders are exposed. She needs a necklace, she realises, is about to turn to her jewellery box and pick one up when the very one she'd been thinking of suddenly materialises around her neck.
"There." Joe meets her eyes in the mirror as he fastens the clasp and she doesn't miss the appreciative look stamped all over his face. "Now you're perfect." He drops his lips to the curve of her neck, presses a gentle kiss there and Caitlin couldn't stop the shiver that runs down her spine, the goose bumps that erupt along her skin, even if she wanted to. This close, Joe can't fail to notice the effect on her and she feels his lips curl into a smile as he repeats the movement.
The effect is exactly the same and Caitlin makes herself turn so that she's facing him, resisting the urge to lean back into his arms, let him continue with what he was doing, knowing where it would inevitably end up.
Usually, she wouldn't be averse to that, but they have plans tonight.
"So, Captain West," she says, running her fingers over his tuxedo, running her eyes over his body and enjoying the view, "Am I appropriately attired for the Policeman's Ball?"
"Depends." There's a twinkle in Joe's eyes. "If I say no, do I get you out of that dress?" His hands slide down her body and back up again, fingers finding the tab of the zipper and playing with it.
Caitlin lifts an eyebrow. "Tempting," she allows. "But I was promised an evening of dancing... and besides, that tux is too good to waste."
Joe makes a noise at the back of his throat that indicates his disagreement. "You know, we don't have to go-"
She shuts him down before he can continue. "You know we do. You're the captain."
"Ok. You don't have to go." He means it too, she knows he does. "You know there's been talk, ever since people found out about us..."
Caitlin sighs. She knows that, knows what's been said, knows that very little of it is complimentary, mostly about their age difference and what they could possibly see in each other. She overheard Barry telling Iris that some of the uniforms have taken a book up on how long it'll take the two of them to split up; his face when he'd looked up to see her there had been a picture and she'd pretended she hadn't heard him.
She hadn't told Joe either, but she's fairly sure he already knows, or at least suspects.
Which, she knows, is why he's willing to go solo tonight - he can take the stares and whispers for himself, but he doesn't want to subject her to it.
It's quite sweet really.
"So there's been talk," she says, resting her hands on his shoulders. The heels she's wearing place her almost on eye level with him and she uses that to good effect, locks her eyes with his. "So what? We're a team, Joe, you think I'm letting you face that alone?" She runs a hand down his cheek. "They're going to talk whether I'm there or not... So I say we give them something to talk about."
Joe chuckles, his hands sliding down her back, resting on the curve of her ass. "Sweetheart, I like your style," he tells her and she grins as she leans in and brings her lips to his.
"You're not so bad yourself."
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Date: 2016-12-11 05:33 am (UTC)Fill: In the Cut, TW NSFW
Date: 2017-03-28 03:02 am (UTC)“Oh, there we go,” Negan says, punctuating with a hard thrust of his hips. He hauls Rick up onto his knees so he can sit on his cock, Negan so deep inside him that it aches with a strange kind of pleasure-pain. “That’s the Rick Grimes I’ve been wanting to fuck for months.”
Rick wills himself to go quiet, breathing wetly around Negan’s fingers. He won’t give Negan the satisfaction of his anger, his defiance. He already gives him the satisfaction of his pleasure, which is more than he deserves.
“Come on, baby,” Negan croons, arm tight as steel around Rick’s chest, keeping him in place as he fucks him in short, hard thrusts. He bites at the shell of Rick’s ear, his throat, his jaw. When he speaks, his words are iron-hot. “Admit you like it rough.”
Between Negan’s words, the maddening pressure against his prostate, and the warm slide of Negan’s hand on his cock, Rick sees red.
When he bites down hard on Negan’s fingers, the tang of blood fills his mouth.
Negan roars, and Rick expects to fight, to start something real, but instead, Negan is laughing.
“You fucking bitch,” Negan howls, shoving Rick down onto his belly, red spraying out of Rick’s mouth. When Negan clamps his hands around Rick’s hips and pulls him back onto his cock, Rick can feel the slick of blood against his skin. “If you’re going to bite, I’ll fuck you like a dog.”
Rick could slam his eyes closed, could swear and lash out, could put an end to it. Instead, he stares at the wall in front of him and shudders through his orgasm, blood dripping out between his teeth.
Re: Fill: In the Cut, TW NSFW
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