comment_fic | Tuesday: PWP

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4bdnsn0wflake again, and who’s in the mood for some porn for the sake of porn?

Today’s theme is PWP, or “Plot? What plot?”

So come up with your best bow-chicka-wow-wow-worthy prompts, and hopefully someone will make your fantasy come true!

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...

+ Shadowhunters, any m/m or f/f, one character walks in on the other while s/he is showering

+ MCU, Pepper Potts/Natasha Romanov, playful sparring leads to something less innocent

+ MCU, Wade Wilson/Peter Parker, nothing about Wade fazes Peter, except maybe this

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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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From:

asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com

Not as smutty as it could have been, but I'm kind of at work. Hah.

James moved slowly, not wanting to wake either of the men he was settled between. Cracking an eye, he glared at the alarm clock, ready to shriek into the early morning quiet. God, he hated Andy’s alarm, but he had to admit, the damn thing was effective. Not even the cowboy could sleep through its blaring call and that boy could sleep through an earthquake. Rumor was, he had slept through an earthquake once.

His eyes told him that they had another blessed fifteen minutes before they all had to roll out of bed and start getting ready for work. Andy’d head for the kitchen, returning with coffee for them all, a ritual that had started long ago. Zayne would pull the pillow over his head and attempt to go back to sleep. It was James’ job to make sure the cowboy got up and moving before that happened. Sometimes, he and Andy had to get creative. Leave it to Reyes to cause trouble so early in the morning.
A brush of skin on skin drew his attention to his left. “Good morning,” he whispered to the mass of unruly dark hair. Rolling onto his side, James propped himself on an elbow, watching his favorite person stir to wakefulness.

“Buna,” Andrej muttered, not quite awake enough to remember his English. Dark lashes over deep blue eyes fluttered, settled, remained open. “What time is it, Jay?”

“Too fucking early for you two to be yapping,” Zayne grumbled, turning over and taking the covers with him.

“While he might be right in theory,” James chuckled, “it’s about ten till.”

“Let me have my damn ten minutes, narco,” Zayne growled into his pillow.

“Fine,” James said, pulling a still sleeping Andy into his arms. “You go back to sleep. We’ll just… occupy ourselves for the next ten or fifteen minutes.”

Zayne stilled in his quest for the best possible sleeping position. Turning so that he faced James, he frowned. “If you think the two of you are going to get up to something freaky while I go back to sleep, you’re delusional.”

Andrej’s arm stretched across James’ pale middle, reaching out for Zayne’s arm. “Go back to sleep, Zayne, we are not getting up to anything.”

“We’re not,” James said, disappointment heavy in his words. “Damn.”

“See,” Zayne said, pointing a listless finger in the redhead’s direction. “I knew what he was after.”

“That’s only because it’s the same thing you’re always after, cowboy.” James’ fingers lightly stroked Andy’s mutinous hair. It was only slightly less crazy than Zayne’s out of control mop. Both were equally adorable so early in the morning.

“Can you blame me,” Zayne asked, snuggling into James’ side.

“No,” James said, running a hand along the smooth skin of Zayne’s arm. “Not one damn bit. I crave this like you crave pizza.”

“You got that right, baby,” Zayne agreed, brushing his fingertips against Andrej’s cheek.

Muttering something in a language his two lovers barely understood, Zeklos lifted his head off James’ chest. “You are not giving me much choice this morning, are you?”

“We’d never force you into anything,” James said.

“But we might coerce you a little,” Zayne laughed.

“Not that it takes much to change his mind,” James added.

“Nope,” Zayne agreed, toying with a lock of Andrej’s hair. “Just a little encouragement is all that he needs.”

“Gah,” Andrej yelped when Zayne tugged at the lock of hair between his fingers.

“See, like that.”

With a groan, Andrej pushed Zayne’s hand away from his face. “I hate you both,” he said without any real force behind his words. Before either Zayne or James could reply, Andrej straddled James’ waist, dipping low enough to kiss the redhead.

“Oh hell yes,” Zayne shouted, wrapping an arm around Andrej’s chest and biting into the thick line of muscle along Andrej’s shoulder. “I can give up sleep for this.”

From:

asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com

They all could, and did that dawn. Pushing Andrej face down into James’ waiting arms, Zayne joined the pile of naked bodies. It sometimes took them a bit to find their rhythm, to figure out who fit where, but that morning, it all fell into place. Maybe it was because they had only a scant few minutes to find their pleasure or maybe it was because they were all too sleepy to argue. Whatever the reasons, it worked and worked well because their bodies came together in a glorious way. All smooth skin and solid muscle working together to find the limits to their ecstasy.

He and Zayne preferred to have Andy in the middle, he was what had brought them all together as one, and they loved to tease, torment, and spoil him rotten. And, if they were all honest, Andy loved being fucked by them both, whether they decided to take turns pleasing him or, like this morning, take him together. Out of fairness, they’d tried every combination they could think of, loving the varied dynamics that came with position changes. Sex might not be a game, but in a relationship like this one, it sure as hell came close.

Fuck, but he wished they could call out of work. If they could spend the day doing this, he’d be a happy man. Hot, sweaty, and covered in a stickiness he couldn’t quite hate, James gasped for air. “One or both of you have got to get off me before I suffocate.”

“You’re such a drama queen, narco,” Zayne snorted. He gave James a lingering kiss before peeling himself off the man sandwich they’d formed minutes before.

“Right back atcha, cowboy,” James called to Zayne’s perfect, naked ass. “And you,” he said to the remaining member of their trio. “I can’t ever get enough of you, Andy.”

Smiling at the redhead, Andrej pushed forward and took his boyfriend’s mouth in a deep kiss. James’ fingers gripped Andrej hard, holding them close for a moment longer.

“If you two start up again,” Zayne said from the doorway, “I swear to god there will be hell to pay.”

Laughing, James released his hold on Andrej. “Not until later, Reyes,” he said.

“And I guarantee you we will not forget to invite you,” Andrej added. “But we can discuss that later. If we do not get moving soon we will all be late to work.”

“At least the cowboy’s used to it,” James joked, giving Andrej one last kiss before climbing out of bed. “Like Andy said, we can take that debate up later.”

Never mind the fact that the only debate that would follow that evening would revolve around the whos and whys and wheres of the sex that was to come. Where they’d wind up screwing, who got to top, why they had to stop and eat before they could continue. All of the usual baloney that went along with two alpha males in a relationship with a beta that could whoop them both. But that was okay, too, because it meant that more of what they’d just shared was imminent if they could manage to get through the day.

James dug through his makeshift dresser – he still hadn’t fully embraced the idea of moving in with these two, but more and more of his things had begun to find a permanent home in Andrej’s home – and found enough clean clothes to call an outfit. An arm snaked around his middle, strong fingers cradling his still naked cock. He could smell the remnants of Zayne’s lingering cologne and leaned back into the cowboy’s strong form.
“Just so you know, you owe me for making me get up earlier than planned.”
“Oh yeah,” James asked, arching his hips into Zayne’s grip.

“Yeah,” Zayne agreed, nipping at the exposed line of James’ neck. “And you’re going to love every minute of my payback.”

“Will you two please leave each other alone,” Andrej yelled from inside the shower. “And get dressed or we’ll be even later!”

“How the hell does he always know,” Zayne grumbled, pulling away from James.

“Either he has a hidden camera in here somewhere,” James grinned, gathering his clothes so he could take Andy’s spot in the shower next, “or we’re too predictable.”

“I’m gonna go with that last one,” Zayne laughed. “But I can live with that if it means we get this.”

James couldn’t disagree. The three of them had it pretty damn good.

From:

cozy-coffee.livejournal.com

Oh my goodness, that was the perfect blend of sweet and sexy!! Made my heart skip a beat, and made it melt!! It was so lovely!!! Thank you very much, darling! It was a perfect steamy fic to read on this cold night! Thank you!!