Monday: Poetry
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beckonade, and today's theme is poetry. All prompts should be either poems or quotes from poems. If the poem you'd like to use as a prompt is long enough to be unwieldy, feel free to simply provide a link to it.
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 Magicians, Margo/Alice, spangled is the earth with her crowns (Sappho)
+ Into the Badlands, Sunny/Quinn, this hour it is not / your body I want / but your quiet company (Michale Ondaatje)
+ The Librarians, Cassandra/Estrella, Wild nights - Wild nights! / Were I with thee / Wild nights should be / Our luxury! (Emily Dickinson)
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 2017 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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beckonade, and today's theme is poetry. All prompts should be either poems or quotes from poems. If the poem you'd like to use as a prompt is long enough to be unwieldy, feel free to simply provide a link to it. 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 Magicians, Margo/Alice, spangled is the earth with her crowns (Sappho)
+ Into the Badlands, Sunny/Quinn, this hour it is not / your body I want / but your quiet company (Michale Ondaatje)
+ The Librarians, Cassandra/Estrella, Wild nights - Wild nights! / Were I with thee / Wild nights should be / Our luxury! (Emily Dickinson)
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 2017 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.
tag=poetry
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Date: 2017-01-23 07:13 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2017-01-23 07:18 am (UTC)Well: Love and Pain
Be kinfolks twain;
FILL: Original M/M, pain play, Safe/sane/consensual
Date: 2017-01-28 05:34 pm (UTC)This room gives him heavenly bliss.
He takes in a deep breath, holds it, and lets it go. Everything about this room is peaceful, tranquil. Exciting and arousing; makes tingling electricity dance through his body. From the riding crop blistering his skin to the silver handcuffs keeping him at the mercy of his owner, the heat and tears and whimpers are good, heavenly. He needs to break down and come apart with the crack of the crop. He closed his eyes, just for a moment, and let out a delicate sigh as the night begins.
The leather stings and snarls across his skin. Pale becomes crimson. A sharp intake of breath followed by a strangled-gasping moan, wet glistening tears trickling down his cheeks and he is whimpering for more of the beautiful pain that sets him free. He wants the pain to last past this nights, he wishes to be marked, scared; he thinks he would be so beautiful if there was marked upon his skin. Scars mean that he is owned, claimed.
Afterwards, his world is a bright white light of blinding euphoria and only little pieces of time find their way into his hazy world. A warm bath with bubbles, tender kisses and feather light touches that raise goosebumps on his skin, and adoring praise that makes him beam big and bright, smiling so hard his cheeks hurt.
He is tucked into a warm bed with soft sheets, his body clean from the bath and dressed in a pair of cozy sweats and a big, fluffy hoodie. His master feeds him chocolate covered strawberries as they cuddle, the man keeps him close to his chest, tucked into his arms and held fondly.
That night, he sleeps peacefully. No worry or fear, nothing bad to haunt his dreams. He slumbers in the realm of heaven in the arms of his beloved Master.
♥ END ♥
Re: FILL: Original M/M, pain play, Safe/sane/consensual
From:no subject
Date: 2017-01-23 07:21 am (UTC)I have hunger for your mouth, for your voice, for your hair
no subject
Date: 2017-01-23 07:29 am (UTC)Make him out a lion
so that all who see him
hero worship his
thick chest as I did
moving my mouth
over his back bringing
our hearts to heights
I never hike over
anymore.
no subject
Date: 2017-01-23 07:33 am (UTC)Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something else
no subject
Date: 2017-01-23 07:34 am (UTC)Hope you’ll miss me.
Wish you’d kiss me
Then you’d know I worship you.
I’ll trade my life for yours.
no subject
Date: 2017-01-23 07:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-23 08:59 am (UTC)So that people won't judge
Cause I've fallen so hard
In love with you
no subject
Date: 2017-01-23 09:04 am (UTC)Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?
no subject
Date: 2017-01-23 09:06 am (UTC)you call and i come.
that exhausted walk to reach you
breathless and no i didn’t run
to see you, i’ve been smoking
too much, same thing.
no subject
Date: 2017-01-23 09:09 am (UTC)Whispered my fingers.
“We will touch each other.”
Whispered hers.
“You are my air.”
Gasped my lungs.
“And you mine.”
Gasped hers.
no subject
Date: 2017-01-23 09:11 am (UTC)When my heart and my lips match
They never want to be apart from you
FILL: Friends, Rachel Green/Joey Tribbiani, Explicit Smut 1/2
Date: 2017-01-26 07:07 pm (UTC)Once they get in the honeymoon suite, they can barely make it to the bed. The heated kisses and grasping touches from the limo and the elevator ride have driven their desire to a feverish level.
When Rachel bounces on the mattress, she quickly shimmies out of her lace panties. It occurs to her that she hasn't even taken off her strappy sandals yet. That alone seems like too much work, and getting out of her wedding dress would be much more difficult.
She spreads her legs wide on the bed and gives Joey the sultriest look possible. "Please, Joey. I need you."
It must work because he swallows heavily before pulling out a condom. "Uh, yeah, okay." He quickly sheds first his trousers and then his boxers, and Rachel stares in fascination at his rigid cock, already glistening with pre-cum, before he sheathes it in the condom and joins Rachel on the bed on top of her.
The last thought Rachel has as Joey positions herself on top of her and she wraps her legs around his waist, is that she's glad she opted for the ball gown instead of the mermaid-style dress she was also considering.
After that, it's hard to think past the haze of pleasure she feels when Joey presses inside her, easing that ache at her center she's felt for hours. Rachel gasps as Joey's cock brushes over her G-spot, and she squeezes him tighter with her legs and brings her hands up to rest on his shoulders.
"More," she begs once he's fully inside her. It's the only thing she wants, more of this, more of them, forever.
Joey groans and begins to thrust into her. Rachel clings to him as he makes love to her, wanting to feel as connected to her new husband as possible, and rocks up against his hips.
His hand snakes between the tiny space separating their bodies to firmly grope at one of her clothed breasts. "God, Rach, you're so beautiful."
Joey is incapable of pretense. It's one of the things she loves so much about him. The adoration in his voice and the wonder shining in his dark eyes when he looks down at her communicates more than words ever can. He's gazing at her like she's the center of the universe.
"Kiss me," she asks.
Rachel closes her eyes as Joey lowers his head down to hers and kisses her, slow and deep. For a long time, his mouth muffles the sounds of her ecstatic moans. Rachel is in heaven, kissing and writhing underneath her best friend, the love of her life, her husband, her Joey. She moves one of her hands up to grasp at the back of his head as he kisses her. The way his tongue plunges into her mouth mimics the way he is pushing himself inside her.
Eventually, Joey pulls back only a couple of inches at most so that he can breathe. They're not kissing anymore, but panting in the same air, with hardly any distance between them, is just as wonderful. Joey gently pushes at the arm Rachel had raised to grasp at his head, and she lowers it to her side. Joey reaches out to hold her hand, grinning when his fingers touch her wedding band and engagement ring.
Joey interlaces his fingers and speeds up his thrusts, shoving himself deeper and faster inside her. Rachel squeezes Joey's hand as he says her name over and over again while staring down at her with hooded eyes. In Joey's voice, her name sounds like a chant, a prayer, a moan, and a heartbeat all at once. Her heart races with the echoing rhythm of Joey, Joey, Joey as he drives them both to the peak. In between her whimpers and gasps, it might occasionally escape her lips.
Joey struggles to keep his eyes open as his thrusts turn more erratic, signaling that he's close to the edge.
"I love you," he says. "I love you so much." He sounds wrecked by the admission, and she can tell by the infinite tenderness on his face that Joey's words come from the depths of his soul.
Rachel cries out something wordless and primal when her climax hits, tightening the grip of her thighs around Joey's waist, clenching his hand in hers, and fisting the fabric of his tuxedo jacket with her other hand. She's shaking and falling apart, and she just needs to hold onto Joey as long as she can. After a few more sharp thrusts, he follows her, lowering his head and releasing a deep groan against her collarbone.
FILL: Friends, Rachel Green/Joey Tribbiani, Explicit Smut 2/2
From:no subject
Date: 2017-01-23 03:07 pm (UTC)One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
(Lewis Carroll)
Sort of a fill
Date: 2017-01-24 02:30 am (UTC)...although would you care much if I changed the pronouns? And maybe didn't quite do the head?
Re: Sort of a fill
From:Actual fill: Star Wars AU! (not to be confused with Jedi!John AU)
From:Re: Actual fill: Star Wars AU! (not to be confused with Jedi!John AU)
From:Re: Actual fill: Star Wars AU! (not to be confused with Jedi!John AU)
From:no subject
Date: 2017-01-23 03:13 pm (UTC)How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!
(Lewis Carroll)
no subject
Date: 2017-01-23 03:14 pm (UTC)He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality. Emily Dickinson
no subject
Date: 2017-01-23 03:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-23 03:19 pm (UTC)I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.
(Pablo Neruda)
FILL
Date: 2017-01-26 02:32 am (UTC)He's never been a very romantic person, one of those people given to sappy love declarations that bring tears to others' eyes. When Steve loves someone, it just is, a solid, unchangeable fact like gravity, too ordinary and too sacred to profane with mere words.
But the enormity of Danny, of this, of how it makes Steve feel inside, urges him to try.
With Danny in his arms right now, he doesn't feel like a separate person anymore, like Steve McGarrett + 1, trying to chase the loneliness away. Danny is inside him now, and he's not referring to the liver or some juvenile sex joke. The hand splayed over his chest feels as if it's sinking into his skin and directly connecting with his heart. The head resting on Steve's shoulder is a persistent weight Steve will feel for the rest of his life. The leg sandwiched between his might as well be a third limb.
He's a new, merged entity now. More than what he was before, he's now a part of SteveandDanny. And he knows, with a certainty that's so unlike the person he was before (just Steve) that he will never stop feeling that connection, even if Danny is half a world away.
If only Steve knew how to say it out loud. If only his tongue weren't too clumsy, with a tendency to turn it into something too mawkish or too pedestrian.
Danny shifts his head so that his sky blue eyes bore into Steve's. He's inside Steve now, so he knows that Steve wants to say something.
"I love you." The words are so lacking, but maybe the tone in Steve's voice, like he scraped it out of the back of his throat, communicates something. Or maybe it's the tears welling up in his eyes, a byproduct of attempting to express all of his emotion at once.
Danny's smile, with white teeth, shines through the darkness. "I love you, too." Danny yawns, and Steve feels tired too. His eyes flutter closed, and Steve's shut in unison. They fall asleep at the same time, to dream the same dreams of their life together.
Re: FILL
From:Re: FILL
From:no subject
Date: 2017-01-23 03:20 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2017-01-24 02:26 am (UTC)Ronon, sprawled on his stomach on one of her exam tables, lifted his head and craned his neck. "What's what?"
"On your skin." Jennifer scooped up her penlight and shined it at Ronon's back. "You have a rash or - something."
Ronon frowned. "It hasn't been itching."
"Any burning sensations?" Jennifer squinted. It was a series of tiny black marks.
"No."
"Did you get exposed to any strange plants offworld?"
"I keep my clothes on when we're offworld," Ronon said.
Jennifer hummed. Something about the dots formed a pattern. From something Ronon had leaned against? She squinted and -
Oh. Oh.
The dots formed letters. Words. Jennifer sounded them out carefully.
"The things about you I appreciate may seem indelicate:
I'd like to find you in the shower
And chase the soap for half an hour."
Ronon chuckled, low and deep.
Jennifer realized what she'd said aloud and snapped off her flashlight, straightened up. "Well. Not a rash. You're clear, Ronon. Have a nice night."
Ronon heaved himself up, tugged on his shirt, and hopped off the exam table. "Later, Keller." He strode out of the infirmary.
Jennifer had to duck into her office for a drink of water and a deep breath. Imagining Ronon in the shower, slick with soap -
No. She was a professional.
A call came over the radio. AR-3 just gated in. Needed to be cleared by medical before they could proceed to debriefing. Jennifer acknowledged Amelia and stepped out of her office, called to Marie and Denny and Sasha.
Major Lorne paused at the doorway of the infirmary to hand his tac gear off to one of the quartermaster's corporals.
"Hey, Doc."
"Hey, Major. You know the routine."
Lorne hopped up on the exam table and obediently shrugged off his shirt. "Minor blast burn by my left shoulder blade is all."
Jennifer snapped on a clean pair of gloves. "I'll be the one to decide what's minor."
"Of course, ma'am."
Jennifer checked his pulse and blood pressure before she went to examine his back. He wasn't wrong - the burn looked pretty minor, and all she'd have to do was smear some burn cream on it. He'd be hard-pressed to reach that spot himself, so she found a cotton swab and a tube of burn cream and -
The writing on Evan's right shoulder blade was faint, but in strong, swooping cursive, not like the neat block print that had been on Ronon's skin. It was more legible, too.
Love is what happens when the music stops.
Ronon. Lorne. Poetry on skin.
Jennifer swabbed some burn cream over the wound in quick, efficient strokes. Then she set the cream aside, threw away the swab.
"You're clear, Major."
"Thanks, Doc." Lorne tugged his shirt back on, tucked his dog tags back out of sight, and hopped to his feet.
"By the way," Jennifer said, keeping her voice low, "you and Ronon might want to be more diligent about washing off that ink, hm? Spend a bit less time chasing the soap and more time scrubbing with it."
The tips of Lorne's ears turned bright red. He swallowed hard, nodded. "Thanks, Doc." And he hurried out of the infirmary.
Valentine by John Fuller
Love is by Adrian Henri
Re: Fill
From:Re: Fill
From:no subject
Date: 2017-01-23 03:28 pm (UTC)My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
Th’ uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are,
At random from the truth vainly expressed:
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.