Saturday Free For All

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It's Saturday, and you know what that means.  FREE FOR ALL!!!

Yep, you got it.  Anything and everything goes.  Any fandom, any pairing, any crossover, any prompt.  Leave your inhibitions at the door.


Just make sure to be nice to the codemonkeys by leaving your prompts in the proper format.  Otherwise, they may pelt you with bananas.  ;)

For a single fandom: Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: CW RPS, Jeff/Misha, "please"

For a crossover: Fandom/Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: Lotrips/CW RPS, Harry/JDM, glow


Don't forget that we have a lot of lonely prompts lying around over here, so if you can't find something you like today, feel free to go give them some love!

Now go wild and have fun!

Comments

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CW RPS, Jeff/Misha, "please"

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

Jeff has always loved the word. He loves it more each time Misha speaks it, a sort of prayer, a plea, permission, promise...Please.

He's on the edge, past the point of coherency, and the only word he seems to know is this. Please.

Jeff touches him and the tone changes, deepens, whines for more, for release, to finally be allowed to roll over that edge where Jeff has kept him for the last few hours. Please.

Misha's body trembles, his cock leaking, hard and needy as he stretches up, looking for something more from Jeff. Please.

Jeff leans in to his ear, growling low and watching Misha react. "Please." Jeff says the word into his ear, a sort of prayer, a plea, permission, promise and Misha comes with a groan and Jeff's name and Please.

[idiosyncratic.livejournal.com]

Lotrips/CW RPS, Harry/JDM, glow

[wendyr.livejournal.com]

You know...if I had any idea how to even begin writing Harry, I'd try this one. Harry, however, eludes me.

[draco-somnians.livejournal.com]

Overdosed on slash this week so I need some shippy comment fic!

Stargate SG1, Jack/Sam, "you ain't seen nothing yet"

[draco-somnians.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG1, Jack/Sam, "first one's always the hardest"

Sam/Jack, first time anal, bottom!Jack

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

This got longer than planned...

"Just relax, Jack," Sam couldn't stop the grin from spreading across her face as she settled between Jack's spread legs.

Jack huffed. "Easy for you to say." He lifted his head to meet her eyes, groaning as she closed her lips around the head of his cock. "Oh. Yeah. That'll do it," he agreed, head falling back down on the pillows. He shifted position, bending one leg and planting his foot on the mattress.

Sam hummed around Jack's cock, feeling it thicken and lengthen against her tongue, feeling her lover relaxing underneath her. She pulled back, replacing her mouth with her hand, stroking him lightly. "Now, are you sure? Last chance to back out."

"As I'm ever gonna be."

"And you'll tell me if I hurt you." Sam bit her lip nervously.

Jack sat up slightly, leaning forward to cup her face his hand, thumb caressing her cheek. "I promise. Just, y'know, plenty of lube."

Sam laughed softly and pressed a kiss to the palm of his hand, then leaned over and grabbed the lube from the bedside table. "Plenty," she confirmed as she slicked up one hand. She stroked his cock again, making him groan, then caressed his balls, slippery hands sliding over them easily then gently trailed her finger along to his ass.

Jack's breath hitched and he tensed. Sam murmured reassurances, gently exploring the lining of his asshole with a fingertip, circling the opening. "Oh... feels..." Jack exhaled heavily, rocking his hips ever so slightly into the touch

"Good?" Sam offered, her grin returning when Jack grunted an affirmative. "It's supposed to be." She slowly pressed her finger, to the first knuckle, inside Jack's ass, continuing to move it in slow, steady, circular movements.

Jack swore and tensed and Sam stilled. "Jack?" He clenched around her finger.

Jack opened and closed his mouth, starting to pant for breath. Sam felt him make the effort to relax his muscles and pulled her finger back out. She reapplied the lube then worked her finger back in. "First one's always the hardest," she said, her voice shaking with lust. She pressed her finger further then pulled back again, building up to a gentle, steady, in-and-out motion that had Jack groaning. She felt his muscles relax and pulled out, lubing her fingers up again but this time inserting two of them, then stilling, letting him get used to the feeling

Jack arched up, his legs falling further apart. "Oh, fuck... Carter.." He panted, one hand wrapping around his cock.

"More?" Sam swallowed around the lump in her throat, her own arousal thrumming through her. Her nipples were hard and she was breathing fast, aching to touch her clit. "Jack?"

"More."

"OK." She moved her fingers slowly inside of him, around and around, in and out, gently working the muscle, encouraging him to relax. A sigh of her name and Jack trembled beneath her, and Sam found the same steady in-and-out rhythm as before until Jack was bearing down on her fingers. Encouraged, Sam sped up, pushing her fingers harder and deeper into him, alternating between gentle, steady thrusts and quick, sudden, hard ones.

Jack was restless beneath her, rocking his hips, his fist moving over his cock and, when she knew he was close to orgasm, she curled her fingers and brushed them over his prostate. She giggled when he arched his back off the bed, fingertips padding back and forth until he came with a low groan, tossing his head back and forth, hips moving rapidly before he stilled, panting her name.

Sam pulled her fingers out and was reaching for the wet wipes to clean her and Jack up when Jack grabbed her by the arm and hauled her up the bed, kissing her hard. He slid two fingers into her wet pussy, his thumb finding her clit and he'd barely started thrusting and stroking when she was coming hard, a yell of his name, grinding down against his hand then slumping forward against him on the bed.

[draco-somnians.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG1/Atlantis, Sam/Rodney, "What's with the flowers?"

Olive Branch, SG1/SGA, Sam/Rodney, "What's with the Flowers?"

[beautybecks.livejournal.com]

AN: Kind of an AU for the SGA episode McKay and Mrs Miller but it's okay if you haven't seen it.

Olive Branch

"What's with the flowers?" Sam asks, silently hoping they're for her but knowing they're not.

"They're, erm, for my sister." Rodney explains, distracted, preoccupied, rubbing sweaty hands on his pants. "Y'see we haven't really spoken for a while and... okay, so I'm not much of a brother but I figured she'd get that. You know she's a genius, obviously, but then she turned out at being good with people too. She married, had a kid and I just kind of... stopped talking to her. It was petty, really, but it was easier to cut her off before I lost her. I threw myself into my work and er..." Rodney looks Sam in the eyes and deflates.

"You're right, this is a stupid idea. Flowers aren't going to make up for it. I don't know how to fix this, I don't do people. I mean, sure I have friends on Atlantis but I really don't know how that happened. John just kind of hung around until I had to interact with him somehow and I think he might have made me slightly more human but this is my sister we're talking about, she has every reason to hate me, and she's a McKay she knows how to hold a grudge. A measly bunch of flowers aren't going to make things better." McKay looks at Sam, his blue eyes pained and desperate and Sam doesn't think she's ever seen him look so human, so vulnerable.

"They're not measly, they're beautiful." Sam assures him as he takes a deep breath, not exactly smiling but his frown seems to have eased into a more neutral expression. Mostly one of fear. "I'm sure she'll think so too. Honestly McKay, I don't know why you're so worried." Sam winces at her words as McKay launches into a list of the reasons why he's terrified.

"She's my sister and I know that should make it less scary but it doesn't. It really doesn't. There has always been a part of me that needed people to like me but nobody ever did so I pretended I didn't care. I was smart, they were stupid, I didn't need them, except I did but it was okay because I had my sister. When she got married I felt like she abandoned me but that was okay because I had my work. And she's moved on. She probably doesn't even want to talk to me. Why would she want to talk to me? I've been a jerk to her. I don't even know the name of her husband, I don't know the name of her kid, a girl, I think, oh God!

"What do little girls like? I've screwed it up with my sister but the kid doesn't know me, I'm gonna be the bestest Uncle ever, that way Jeannie has to talk to me. But I don't know how to be the bestest Uncle ever. God, I'm such a failure." Rodney slumps down onto a chair, almost crushing the flowers as he throws them down onto the table. Sam thinks she must be insane for considering it but,

"Would you like me to go with you, to see your sister?" Rodney looks up at her as if she's the best thing ever, better than chocolate and damn, that's a heady feeling but it's cut short as Rodney's frowning again.

"You don't have to do that." He says softly. Sam wasn't even aware he was capable of doing 'softly'. "You don't want to do that."

"Somebody needs to keep you from putting you foot in your mouth."

"That's a full time job." Rodney snorts.

"I'd like to do it." Sam smiles sincerely.

"For real?" Rodney asks, the confusion and scepticism clearly present on his face.

"If you stop worrying I may even make it a date." Sam promises.

Rodney breaks into a beautiful smile.

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TW, Jack/Ianto, trigger happy

[nephir.livejournal.com]

Trigger
Jack was pacing again…. It seemed that anytime he needed to really think he did it best while moving and pacing around the Hub was one of his favorite things. Right up there with kissing, sex, good coffee, Ianto, sex, and guns.

Tired of watching his Captain wear a hole in the floor Ianto strolled casually from the kitchen area to the railing and fingered the remote in his pocket. He knew Jack needed to think, but this was ridiculous.

Glancing around to make sure no one else was paying attention, he triggered the remote briefly. Across the room Jack stopped midstride for a moment then shuddered slightly before continuing on his loop again.

Ianto waited until Jack was almost directly below him before triggering the remote again. This time he let it on for at least 30 seconds. Jack froze in place, a whimper escaped from his throat.

“A little fast on the trigger Sir?” Ianto inquired politely from above him.

“A little TOO fast for me Ianto. Can I please have the remote back? I promise I’ll be better. Jack pleaded.

Ianto just fingered the remote quickly On..off..on..off..on..off…before replying.

“Oh no, it’s my turn to play. You used the remote all last Saturday when I was in the Tourist Centre and caused me all sorts of problems while I was talking to that couple from Belguim. I thought that they were going to attempt to render first aid before you stopped. You’ll just have to take your punishment like a man today.”

An evil grin graced his face as he watched Jack’s body twitch every time he touched the remote.

“I think I’ll go shopping for a bit…. Leave you to your thinking and Jack? Don’t remove the egg while I am gone. I’ll have the cameras recording you while I am out.”

[galor5.livejournal.com]

Lotrips, Sean/Orlando, sharing a meal

[giselleslash.livejournal.com]

"Are you sure you don't want to order something?" Sean asked as Orlando stuck a fork in his chicken...again.

"Nuh-uh," Orlando mumbled around his mouthful of food.

Sean smiled fondly and watched as Orlando took a heaping forkful of his potatoes.

"I'm not hungry," Orlando insisted before shoving the potatoes in his mouth.

"No, of course you're not."

Orlando looked at Sean and grinned. Sean reached out with his thumb to swipe the potato off the corner of Orlando's mouth.

"Maybe we can share some dessert though," Sean suggested. "You've always got room for something sweet."

"Mmm, yeah," Orlando muttered around the green beans in his mouth. "I suppose I could make room for dessert."

"Chocolate cake it is then," Sean said as he picked up his knife and fork and helped Orlando as he stretched over the table and tried to hack apart Sean's chicken with just his fork.

"Romantic, innit?" Orlando asked happily before another forkful of chicken went in his mouth.

"Very," Sean readily agreed, chin in hand as he watched Orlando finish up his meal.

[galor5.livejournal.com]

AU, Viggo/Orlando, first meeting in an elevator

Re: AU/first meeting, Lotrips, Viggo/Orlando

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

“Hey, hold it!” A voice calls out, and Viggo reaches quickly to catch the elevator door just as it starts to close. A young man slips in, and Viggo lets the doors shut, feeling the lurch as the elevator begins to climb. “Thanks,” the other man grins, bright and happy, as he leans forward to press the number for the floor below Viggo’s.

“You’re welcome,” Viggo says, smiling slightly at the sheer energy in the other. It’s really almost cute, and Viggo lets himself imagine that tanned skin against his dark blue sheets and curls tousled from his hands running through them for just a second as the elevator moves steadily upwards.

“Orlando,” the young man offers his hand for Viggo to shake.

“Viggo,” he replies, clasping and shaking that hand with mock-solemnity before letting go, the tips of Orlando’s fingers sliding against his palm as their hands part.

A moment later his hands are back on Orlando, catching the younger man as Orlando stumbles when the elevator shudders to a stop. Orlando’s pressed up against him, fingers clutching the smooth material of Viggo’s suit jacket, and Viggo allows himself to hold Orlando close for just a second before letting him regain his balance.

“Wow, some ride, huh?” Orlando laughs, a little breathlessly, and Viggo smiles down at him.

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” he says, and moves over to the emergency telephone.

A minute later, and he’s found out it’s a little more serious than he thought. They sit themselves on the floor in silence – no point in standing when the man on the other end of the phone had said that the power for the entire building was out. Viggo sits as near to Orlando as he dares, shoulders touching, and he thinks that it might not be so bad. Orlando is quite attractive, after all, and turns out to be pretty far from stupid.

They talk about nothing much for the next twenty minutes, and Viggo finds out that Orlando’s here for an interview with the human resources department for Viggo’s law firm. Viggo, on the other hand, is going to be late for meetings with two – coming up on three – separate clients.

Orlando lets his head fall back against the wall, and his hand falls down to brush against Viggo’s resting on the floor between them. Viggo freezes – the last thing he needs is a claim of sexual harassment from someone before they’ve even started working at Boyens, Jackson and Walsh – but Orlando turns to meet his eyes, his mouth parted slightly, and Viggo hears nothing beyond the rushing of blood in his ears. Then Orlando moves in closer, and Viggo closes his eyes as Orlando presses his lips to Viggo’s in an unmistakable kiss.

He opens them again, though, when Orlando pulls away, all darkened eyes and flushed cheeks and Viggo reaches up to loosen his own tie before smoothing his hand over Orlando’s curls.

“Again,” Orlando breathes, demanding with his eyes and lips and the hand that he wraps in Viggo’s hair as he leans in again.

It’s delicious, and Viggo tugs at Orlando’s suit until the younger man swings a leg over Viggo’s to straddle him, grinding down against him almost desperately. Viggo’s hands drop to Orlando’s hips, and Orlando moans into the kiss as Viggo pulls them sharply together.

(Cont. below)

[galor5.livejournal.com]

RPS, Orlando/Eric, 'How to make coffee'

[wynterhawk.livejournal.com]

Hope ya like it :)

**

The Falcon hummed contentedly and Eric lay stretched out on the sun-warmed pavement next to her listening to the purr of the new engine. He closed his eyes, crossed his ankles and folded his hands behind his head. What a perfect start to his Saturday morning.

"ERIC!"

The shout from inside the bungalow startled him out of his muse and Eric pushed himself up on his elbows. He waited for a moment. It might have been Orlando calling him in to take a phone call, or to tell him that brekkie was ready. Either way, he could wait another moment longer.

"ERIC!!"

This time Orlando's voice was tinged with a familiar note of panic and Eric scrambled to his feet.

It sounded like an emergency!

Breaking into a run, he made it from the garage up the three steps that led to the back door and was in the kitchen just in time to see Orlando jump back from the coffee maker, ducking a thick splash of wet black grounds.

"What ar--?"

Orlando whipped around at the sound of Eric's puzzled voice, and nearly bashed the glass decanter he was holding against the counter.

"Eric! Thank god, you have to help me!"

"Orlando, for heaven's sake, didn’t we go through this yesterday?"

The boy looked sheepish and he stretched out his hand, giving the coffee decanter to Eric. Taking it, Eric reached out, grabbed Orlando's arm and dragged him over to the still spluttering coffee maker. Unplugging it, Eric cautiously flipped open the top and peered into the sludgy mess Orlando had created.

Chuckling softly and shaking his head, Eric directed Orlando to fill the decanter again while he cleaned up the mess.

"Once again, your lesson in how to make coffee, Bloom," Eric began mock sternly.

Orlando nodded solemnly and clutched the decanter to his chest.

"I prefer tea, though," Orlando said.

--end

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Lotrips, Karl/Orlando, 'overheard conversation'

"Birds of Prey" (Karl/Orlando, Chris Pine)

[azewewish.livejournal.com]

"Alright, so, who's the gorgeous bit of fluff you were just talking to?" Orlando asked, stepping behind Karl and wrapping a possessive arm around his waist. His breath tickled Karl's ear in a most delicious fashion.

"That, my love, would be Chris Pine," he answered, leaning back into Orlando's embrace. Into the solid chest and strong thighs and the half-hard cock pressing against his ass, noticeable even through their layers of clothing. "Our new Kirk."

"Mmmm...is he now?" Sharp teeth gently nipped at the exposed bit of skin above Karl's shirt collar. Karl's eyes fluttered shut, the sights and sounds of the party around them falling away into oblivion until only Orlando remained. The world could go fuck itself as long as Orlando kept touching him.

He turned, wrapped his arms around Orlando's waist, nuzzled at the bristled sweep of Orlando's jaw. "He's got a thing for men, I think. And rough sex."

"Does he?" The question was part speculation, part calculation.

"Overheard me on the phone with you the other week." Karl's lips traveled north, brushed across Orlando's. "I was telling you how beautiful you look with your cock up my ass."

"It is my favorite place to be," Orlando agreed, and when Karl opened his eyes, his vision was full of Orlando's answering gleam. "How curious is he?"

Karl knew his smile was just this side of debauched. "Let's find out, shall we?"

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RPS, Chris/Steve, easy

[bwhouwant2b.livejournal.com]

Being with Christian isn’t easy. If anyone tries to tell you that it is, they are lying or they don’t know him very well. Chris is a mess of contradictions, half-formed thoughts and feelings, and insecurities. When they were just friends, it didn’t matter that breaking down Christian’s walls wasn’t easy.

Steve was okay with Christian keeping some distance between the two of them. Hell, he even welcomed it because he wasn’t sure he wanted to be sucked into Christian’s world. Sucked into all the craziness that sometimes follows Chris around.

Now though, now that they are just friends, now that they are something more that they are labeling just yet, Steve hates how difficult it is to break down Christian’s walls. He hates Christian had to build those walls in the first place. He hates that for some people it was so easy to break Christian and not give a damn.

Steve uses gentle and easy tactics to break down those walls. Soft, slow kisses, intimate embraces. He gives Christian all of his heart, hoping that one day soon it will be as easy for Christian to give Steve his heart as it was for Steve.

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Werewolf!Eliot/Nate, growl

Re: Growl, Leverage, werewolf!Eliot/Nate

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Um...it's too long for a comment, so it's over here (http://merry-gentry.livejournal.com/45821.html) at my LJ. It's also probably not what you had in mind for the prompt, but I hope it'll suit anyway. ♥

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

RPS, Chris/Jeff, slut

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

It's not that he's a slut. Not really. Not according to his definition of the word. Not that he really has a definition that's actually defined. He just knows one when he sees one.

It's just that he really likes to look, and touch...kiss if it works out that way. More? Well, he isn't one to tell a willing partner no.

So when he finds himself in a back alley, on his knees, a hand in his hair and a voice telling him he's good at this, calling him a slut, Jeff doesn't necessarily argue...his mouth is full and while he might have slut-like tendencies, his mother taught him to never talk with his mouth full.

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

RPS, Chris/Jeff, blush

[bwhouwant2b.livejournal.com]

It takes a lot to get Chris to blush. He isn’t the type to get embarrassed easily, but with Jeff whispering all those naughty things into the phone, he can’t help it. It doesn’t help that he is surrounded by all his friends and he knows they know what’s going on. And if Steve doesn’t stop laughing at him red faced and sputtering, he is going to have to kick his ass. Right after he kick’s Jeff’s for causing all of this. Jeff leaves him with one parting dirty thought that causes him to blush from the tip of his ears down to his toes and really he hates him now. He hangs up the phone and flips Steve the bird because this is so NOT funny he goes to take a cold shower to relieve the pressure that has built up in his cock. It isn’t fair that Jeff can do this to him when he is thousands of miles away damnit!


I don't actually write fic let alone porn, so I hope you enjoyed my effort.

[sammynce.livejournal.com]

Rps Jensen/crossdress!Jared Licking cock through panties

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

When Jensen unwraps his "present" he isn't really sure how to react. Jared's jeans fell and under them his cock strained inside sheer pink panties. Jared's big hand slid up over the material, cupping his cock as it hardened and filled the tiny space, curling up with the fabric and peeking out the top.

"You like?" Jared asks, his voice dripping with lust. His hand slides behind Jensen's head and draws him closer and Jensen nods, even as his tongue moves over the material, sliding up the length of his cock. In seconds, his mouth is closing over the panties and cock, and they taste salty, like Jared's been sweating in them or maybe it's pre-come and Jensen can't seem to care what it is, only that the taste is making him crazy.

Jared groans, rocking against him, rubbing Jensen's face against the wet material, rubbing his cock over Jensen's lips. His tongue moves out, up, around...the texture is making him crazy, the taste and the smell and the way the tip of Jared's cock tastes different than the rest.

And then, Jared was coming, smearing his come over Jensen's face and into the panties. He grins down at Jensen before leaning in to lick come off Jensen's cheek. "Happy Birthday, Jen."

[sammynce.livejournal.com]

Spn Dom!Dean/Sam voyeur omcs "Show them you are mine"

[morgan-cian.livejournal.com]

It was a disguise of course, the leather, the collar, the lead wrapped around his hand. The demon that owned the club knew where to find the artifact that they needed. Dean had been reluctant, it wasn't their style. Sam had been stubborn. Like that was a surprise.

That's how they found themselves on the stage, him dressed like a bad gay porno cliche' and Sammy...his breath caught. Sammy was fucking gorgeous.

Naked, tanned skin glowing beneath light, hands clasped behind his back drew the eye to the erect flesh between his thighs. His shoulders were straight, his chin up and his eyes down submissively. The lead connected to the collar around Sam's throat.

A surge of possession rippled through. Test be damned, Mine. His fist tightened on the lead. "Show them you are mine." He growled.

Sam's movements were graceful as he slid to his knees, his fingers sure as he opened Dean's leather pants, his face relaxed as he opened his mouth and sucked Dean down. Despite the fact that they were surrounded by demons, skeevy humans, and who the hell knew what else.

They were vulnerable. Dean's fingers slid into Sam's hair as he bobbed up and down. "Mine."

None of that mattered. All that mattered was the trust in Sam's eyes as he swallowed Dean's come.

Mine.

[sammynce.livejournal.com]

Rps Jeff/Jensen/Matt Cohen "This is daddy"

[sammynce.livejournal.com]

Mitch Pileggi/Jared "Over my lap little boy"

[nephir.livejournal.com]

Hope you like:

The hand came out of the dark and pulled Jared into a solid chest.

“You are a brat, just like David when we were on the X-Files” Mitch commented as he easily hauled Jared to his trailer. “You and Jensen both need someone to put you on a leash to keep you under control.”

Jared whimpered as his mind pictured the two of them on their knees with collars….

Mitch laughed softly as Jared’s eyes dilated in response to his comment. “I would turn David over my knees on a regular basis and paddle his ass to keep him in line. Do you want that Jared? For me to put you over my lad and spank you?”

All Jared could do is whimper in response.

Mitch released his arm and sat down on the couch. He looked pointedly at Jared. “Over my lap little boy” and patted his thighs.

Jared nearly fell over his own feet to get there.

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SPN/Interview with a Vampire, Sam/Dean/Lestat, ? anything you can come to think of or a first meeting

[morgan-cian.livejournal.com]

Sam had his gun trained on him. Dean had the dead man's blood ready. The vampire had the nerve to laugh, bedecked in decandence, velvet, wine, and half naked women.

"Welcome, boys," His inscisors flashed threateningly, his eyes cold and calculating. "Put those things away."

"Keep talking, Twilight." Dean growled.

The vampire rolled his big blue eyes. "That book sucked, really, glitter? Pashaw."

The women advanced on them, soft arms coaxed them to lower their weapons. "Much better. Now for the introductions. The whole world knows the Winchester boys."

"And who would you be," Sam asked pushing the girl's questing hand away from his crotch.

"I am the vampire Lestat," He gave a grand bow, "And you my friend could give Louis a run for his money with the angst aura you are throwing off."

Dean snorted.

"Now let's eat, drink, and be merry."

The doors locked omniously.

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RPS, Succubus!Chris/Pet!Steve, wish

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"Anything." His master's voice fills the space around him. The dark is nearly complete but for the small sliver near his nose where the silk scarf doesn't quite lie flush with his skin. "Name it Steven...anything at all."

"You." Steven breathes, turning, looking for him in the dark. He moves, keeps Steven guessing.

His chuckle is filled with amusement and he's behind Steven then, leaning in. "Anything but me." His lips don't quite touch Steven's ear, but he can nearly feel them. "Anything you wish."

Steven writhes, bound in this open position, tilted back against the support of the sling. "Please."

All he wants is his master's cock inside him, filling him, owning him, taking him beyond physical desire and into ecstasy.

His finger plays around Steven's ass, slipping in on the lube and out again. Steven whimpers, trying to press his hips closer, but Christian withdraws. "Big...or small?"

Under the blindfold, he squeezes his eyes shut. "Big."

His hand pets down Steven's leg. "Mouth or ass?"

Steven groans. "Ass."

"Real or fake?"

He wants to say "You" again, but he knows it's useless, he knows the reasons, but when he's this far gone, they don't seem to matter. "Real." Steven gasps as a cock invades him, hot and big and thrusting fast and hard.

Christian purrs in his ear, licks over his sweat soaked body, down to where his cock is already dripping. His mouth closes over the tip and he sucks in. Steven cries out, needing nothing more to fall over the edge into blessed oblivion.

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Criminals Minds, Dr Reid/Morgan, perception

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

They all seem to know. Or at least they think they do. They watch the two of them slip off together, or make excuses to not join the team for drinks once the case is closed, they see the way Morgan makes sure that Reid is rooming with him, the way Morgan grows more and more protective of him.

No one says anything, but Reid doesn't need their words...he sees their eyes, he feels their reactions to what they perceive is going on.

And that's okay. Let them have their perceptions. It suits him fine. It makes Morgan more comfortable. And Reid wants Morgan comfortable...at least until Reid is ready to make him not comfortable. Like he has now.

He loves Morgan like this. Open, vulnerable. The walls come down when Reid brings out the bag filled with rope and cuffs and toys. Morgan trembles under his hand...tears stain the pillowcase as Reid works the dildo into him, and out again, tossing it aside because this is when Reid wants him most...when his body is loose, languid from having come over and over again...his mind focused on one thing...his words lost to the need to be owned. Taken.

Reid obliges that need, his clothes falling away. He lays over Morgan, over hot skin, his cock seeking out Morgan's lubed up hole. Morgan quivers, a trembling moan escaping him followed by "Yes, please...Spencer..."

He splays one white hand over the chocolate skin of Morgan's back, using it as leverage to rock his hips and press into Morgan.

He comes hard, his body quaking, rattling the bed and he pulls out, gives Morgan the space to gather himself while he gathers the implements of pleasure he uses to get Morgan there...and when he's done, Morgan reaches a hand for him, and Reid goes, sliding into bed, into Morgan's arms, letting Morgan curl up around him, whispering thank yous in his ear.

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

RPS, Vampire!Steve/Chris, dawn

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They eat breakfast in the dark. Chris still can't get over the fact that Steve cooks, that Steve eats, but he does. And it's decadent. There's crepes with apples and blueberries and strawberries. And D'Anjou pears blushed with creme brule sauce. Breakfast cakes made with liqueurs litter one platter while another bears pancakes made with things he wouldn't have thought to put in pancakes at all - zucchini and rice and barley. His favorite is probably the champagne poached egg on portobello with salmon; the noises he makes while he eats it are damn near obscene.

Judging by the way Steve slides over next to him, one hand smoothing over his hair and down along his neck before kissing him, the vampire approves. He tastes Chris' mouth over and over, licking away the flavor of the food from both their mouths til he can only taste Chris. He lets his hands wander over him, tangling in Steve's hair and digging into his hip, gliding over his back as he leans in.

But the sky is turning gray, now. The eastern horizon is almost turning pink and yellow. Steven pulls away with a wicked grin, leaves Chris breathing hard and wanting.

"Tonight," he promises, and then he's gone.

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SPN, Dean/Sam, Wings

Changes | Dean/Sam, (Castiel) | Prompt: Wings

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It all started with what Dean put down to a badly executed roll acquired whilst evading a particularly vicious dragon-like entity, which insisted on spewing forth copious amounts of an acidic bile-like substance that could eat through a man's skin in mere seconds.

With a roll of the shoulders and an almost silent hiss of discomfort, Dean eventually succeeded in removing his shirt and twisted to check out his back in the grubby motel-room mirror. The skin about his shoulder blades was inflamed, red and swollen looking and damn if it didn't hurt like hell when Dean reached round to press his fingers to one of the two swellings he could see.

He lay on his stomach that night, teeth biting sharply into his lips as Sammy insisted on rubbing an aloe-smelling balm over his shoulders. Instead of hurting though, the delicate kneading of Sammy's fingers seemed to sooth away the hurt. Dean moaned wantonly. Sammy took that as his cue.

Dean screamed that night, but not in pain.

It took almost a week before Dean started worrying about the swollen lumps upon his shoulder blades. It took even less time than that for Sammy to insist that the protrusions were damn well growing and for fucks sake wouldn't he phone Bobby already?!

In the end Dean never phoned Bobby. Aside from the awkwardness a lingering hurt causes, Dean liked to pretend that nothing whatsoever was wrong and that he was sure it would all just go away in its own time.

The look Castiel gave him the one time Sammy dared mention it to the angel gave Dean pause- the almost imperceptible widening of already wide eyes made Dean narrow his own gaze. When the angel asked to see them it was with extreme reluctance that Dean unbuttoned his shirt and let the angel pull it from his shoulders.

Sammy's eyes burned into his own as Castiel pressed his palms over the protrusions. Dean moaned softly at the contact and the subsequent sensation that radiated out over his skin; the pain momentarily dissipating at the angel's touch.

The angel left with a vague mention of speaking with his brothers. He did not meet either of their gazes as he disappeared into nothingness before their eyes. Dean swallowed back the flutter of fear that clenched at his heart. Sammy, in a bid to help alleviate the fear, offered to buy him pie.

Dean screamed that night, but not in pleasure. There was blood- god, so much blood- it erupted from the protrusions in a geyser-like spray of red, pouring out from Dean's arched back as he screamed himself raw with the pain. It only took minutes (though it felt like hours) before it was all over; Dean lying with panting exhaustion in his brother's lap whilst Sammy stared in wide-eyed terror at the two objects which had burst out from Dean's back. Just what, the fuck, was going on?

Two weeks, three days and a couple hours later saw Dean screaming again; much to his brother's delight as he ran inquisitive fingers through the soft blanket of feathers cocooning his body as he pounded into Dean from behind.

The wings- goddamed wings- quivered under the manipulation of his eager fingers and he felt a thrill of red-hot pleasure shoot through him as Dean whimpered beneath him, shoulders rolling and causing his wings to flutter and brush against the nakedness of Sammy's skin. They both came harder and faster than they ever had before.

Almost six months after it all began Castiel returned to claim him.

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RPS, Chris/Steve, thank you

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Chris doesn’t say thank you much. It’s not that he’s rude and lord knows his momma taught him to be polite. It’s just that he prefers to show his thanks in his actions instead of words. The first time Steve hears Chris say thank you, it’s at some bar where he is flirting with the waitress. He is pouring on the Southern charm thick. Steve thinks it’s pretty funny because the girl is falling for it. Steve knows better. He knows it just an act to get what he wants, in this case some free shots and possibly a good time later in the night. The plan doesn’t go over well for Chris. He ends of drinking too much and the waitress decides she doesn’t want to deal with Chris’ drunk ass so she leaves him to Steve. Being a good friend, Steve takes Chris to his place and sticks him in the guest room. Chris says thank you for the second time that night right after kissing Steve. Steve still isn’t sure to this day, what he was saying thank you for. Steve knows that he is thankful that that night Chris got so drunk, otherwise he doesn’t think they would be ChrisandSteve. Steve still says thank you to the waitress in that bar every time he sees her. She gave him a gift without even meaning to.

No porn in this one either, but I'm trying to get there...

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RPS, Chris/Steve, cold

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He was remembering exactly why he hated getting colds. Aside from the whole feeling like ass thing, he was freezing his ass off. Chris was the one who got colds, not him, damn it anyway!

Steve burrowed deeper under the blankets, shivering so hard his teeth chattered. He had an electric blanket, two quilts, a duvet, a comforter (and yes, they were all different), his sweats, two pair of socks and he was seriously considering locating some gloves when Chris came into the bedroom carrying a tray.

Steve sat up, sniffling and then sneezing as a kiss was pressed to his warm forehead and a huge mug of steaming hot soup was pressed into his chilly hands. He sighed at the warmth, steadying the mug as Chris crawled into bed with him and wrapped him up in strong arms.

As he sipped his lunch and settled back against his lover, he began thinking that maybe there was an upside to being cold...