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telesilla ([info]telesilla) wrote in [info]porn_battle,
@ 2008-01-10 00:04:00

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Entry tags:round one

Prompt List; Round One!
Please remember:

You must put the prompt in the subject header of your comment. If the prompt is too long give me at least the fandom and pairing and as much of the rest as you can. This is so that at the end of the round, I can link back to your fic on the master list.

Also, I had to make a big modly decision about the RPF section. I took out the subgenre names like Lotrips, or bandslash and so on. My reasoning, let me show you it:

I really do figure that if you don't know who the people are, you're not going to write to the prompt. And since I hadn't asked for a particular format with RPF, we had all kinds of formatting issues--some people had explained which fandom people were from and some hadn't--so in the end, I went with pure alphabetizing. If this is a real problem for people, we can change it next time; I'm going to ask for suggestions after the battle is over.

Also, although this is alphabetized by name, I didn't make any changes in names or the order of names in a pairing--for example, you could have Bean/Viggo, Viggo/Bean, Viggo Mortensen/Sean Bean or Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen. So I would suggest that, if you're looking for a particular character, particularly in RPF, you use your browser's "find on this page" function.

If for some reason I missed your list of prompts, let me know and I will add it in.

Now go out there and write some porn!



ETA: The following prompts were missed when I pulled the list together last night. My apologies.

Doctor Who, Ten/Master, desperation, need, broken
His Dark Materials, Lord Asriel/Marisa Coulter, lust, ambition
Real Person Fiction, Joe Flanigan/David Hewlett, doggie style ;)
Stargate: Atlantis, Carter/Keller, loneliness
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, corsets, eyeliner, submissive Rodney
Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, betrayal, anger, love
Violinist of Hameln, Hamel/Flute, beautiful, "However cold the wind
and rain/I'll be there to ease all your pain/However cruel the mirrors
of sin/remember beauty is found within"

Crossovers

Blake's 7/Stargate: SG-1, Vala Mal Doran/Kerr Avon, manipulation
Buffy/Heroes, Eden/Faith, chastise
Buffy/Heroes, Eden/Willow, wonderment
Buffy/Heroes, Faith/Niki, dilemma
Buffy/Heroes, Tara/Charlie, candy
Constantine/Supernatural, John Constantine/John Winchester, Hell is other people (Constantine can be movie or comic Constantine)
Dragon Quest IV/Dragon Quest VIII, Princess Alena/Jessica
Eureka/Bones: Zack/Fargo, awkward first time
Farscape/Firefly, Aeryn Sun/Zoe Washburne, strength
Farscape/Firefly, John Crichton/Malcolm Reynolds, bar fight
Farscape/Firefly, Moya/Kaylee, novelty
Final Fantasy VIII/Final Fantasy IX, Squall/Kuja, fashion tips
Firefly/Stargate Atlantis Inara/Teyla, Respite
Firefly/Stargate Atlantis River/Rodney Obvious
Firefly/Stargate Atlantis Zoe/Ronon/Teyla Mending
Fray/Heroes, Mel/Claire, hero
Heroes/Firefly, Mohinder/Simon, pliant
Heroes/RPF, David Anders/Adam Monroe, almost alone
Heroes/RPF, David Anders/Hiro Nakamura, not dead yet
Heroes/RPF, Greg Grunberg/Mohinder Suresh, "My wife won't mind!"
Heroes/RPF, Matt Parkman/Greg Grunberg/David Anders, goofballs
Heroes/RPF, Zachary Quinto/Mohinder Suresh, this is my crazy-face
Heroes/The 4400, Niki/Isabelle, bloodthirsty
Heroes/The 4400, Sylar/Isabelle, discord
Numb3rs/Stargate Atlantis Megan/Teyla Trickster
Queer as Folk/Stargate SG1, Brian Kinney/Jack O'Neill, strobe
Saiyuki/Supernatural, Jeep/Impala, flirting
Stargate: Atlantis/RPF, Jason Momoa/Ronon, "I'm not even going to ask."
Stargate: Atlantis/RPF, John/Rodney/Joe Flanigan, puddlejumper sex, "but I'm the luckiest guy/on the Lower East Side/cuz I've got wheels/and you wanna go for a ride"
Stargate: Atlantis/Stargate SG1, John Sheppard/Jack O'Neill, rough
Stargate: Atlantis/Stargate: SG-1, John/Cameron, opposites
Stargate: Atlantis/Stargate: SG-1, John/Cameron, territorial
Stargate: Atlantis/Stargate: SG-1, John/Rodney/Cameron, lemon
Stargate: Atlantis/Stargate: SG1, Rodney/Daniel, ascended sex
Stargate: Atlantis/Stargate: SG1, Rodney/Daniel, desperation
Stargate: Atlantis/The State Within, George Blake/Ronon Dex, competence
Stargate: Atlantis/The State Within, Nicholas Brocklehurst/John Sheppard, scars
Supernatural/Dresden Files (book), Bela/Marcone, "I'm not screwing you out of anything."
Supernatural/Firefly, Dean/Jayne, gun fetish
Supernatural/Firefly, Sam/Kaylee, letting go

The Rest of It

3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Dan, responsibility and not
3:10 to Yuma, Charlie/Ben, kindness of strangers

Anita Blake, Jean-Claude/Asher, sweeter than dying (I meant to type sweeter than chocolate, but it got all Freudian on me. Feel free to use either)
Anita Blake, Jean-Claude/Asher/Anita, games
Anita Blake, Nathaniel/Anita, games

Avatar: The Last Airbender, Aang/Katara, tired
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Iroh/older Toph, I might as well pick someone who knows what he's doing.
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Sokka/Toph, awkward
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Zuko/Aang, training
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Zuko/Jin, comfort sex

Baccano! - Luck/Firo - bondage with necktie or suspenders

Battlestar Galactica - Kara/Leoben, water

Boondock Saints: Connor McManus/Murphy McManus, desperate
Boondock Saints: Connor McManus/Murphy McManus, rope

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel/Spike, dominance
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Buffy/Faith, dirty talk
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Buffy/Faith: debauchery
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Faith/Dawn: power
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Faith/Tara: selfish
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Faith/Willow: puddle
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Spike/Xander, handcuffs
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Spike/Xander/Willow, exhibitionism
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Tara/Willow: behave

Chicago, Momma/Roxie: niche
Chicago, Momma/Velma: peacock
Chicago, Roxie/Velma: lexicon

Chuck: Chuck/Lazlo, an unexpected visit

Cowboy Bebop, Faye/Julia, lonely sex
Cowboy Bebop, Jet/Spike, sexual tension boils over

DCU: Dick Grayson (Nightwing)/Roy Harper (Arsenal), old familiar heartbreak
DCU: Dick Grayson(Nightwing)/Tim Drake (Robin), sex pollen (cliche as can be, but hey, Poison Ivy)

Disney's Aladdin (the series) - Mozenrath/Aladdin - confinement/bondage - "You have to be the most stubborn idiot I've ever imprisoned."

Doctor Who, Doctor/Liz, talks too much
Doctor Who, Doctor/Master, need
Doctor Who, Doctor/Romana, the TARDIS isn't your personal sextoy
Doctor Who, Doctor/Romana, turn off your brain
Doctor Who, Martha/Rose, a better kind of doctor
Doctor Who, Romana/Leela, bikinis

Dragon Quest VIII, Angelo/Jessica: romantic gestures
Dragon Quest VIII, Angelo/Jessica/Marcello, unwilling submission, A longing to feed/On the mercy in you

The Dresden Files (book), Harry/Marcone, "That's because I'm good at what I do."
The Dresden Files (book), Harry/Marcone, vampire venom
The Dresden Files (book), Harry/Marcone,"Could this get any sappier?"
The Dresden Files (book), Harry/Michael, shock
The Dresden Files (book), Murphy/Kincaid, "That's a little kinky."
The Dresden Files (book), Murphy/Kincaid, Hawaii
The Dresden Files (book), Murphy/Kincaid, not in it for a long run
The Dresden Files (book), Murphy/Kincaid, violence
The Dresden Files (TV), Harry/Murphy, "God, I hate you."
The Dresden Files (TV), Morgan/Harry, explosions
The Dresden Files (TV), Morgan/Harry, jazz
The Dresden Files (TV), Morgan/Mai, "You're just Mai's lapdog"
The Dresden Files, Dresden/Bob and/or Dresden/Bob/Morgan, voyurism

Eureka: Jo/Zoe, in the backseat
Eureka: Nathan/Fargo, inappropriate uses for technology
Eureka: Nathan/Fargo, unexpected tenderness

Fables: Cinderella/Rose Red: compliment
Fables: Cinderella/Rose Red: husband

The Faculty, Zeke/Casey, and birds might fall from black skies and bullies might give you
black eyes and buses might slide on black eyes but to me it's very beautiful/try to tell the difference between the goods and crimes dirt and treasure/and the church bell softly chimes/senses working overtime

Farscape, John/Aeryn, heat delirium
Farscape, John/Harvey, margarita shooters
Farscape, Scorpius/Sikozu, restraint(s)

Final Fantasy VI, Celes/Locke, magic kink
Final Fantasy VI, Locke/Celes/Setzer, voyeurism
Final Fantasy VI, Sabin/Shadow, quickness
Final Fantasy VII - Cloud/Sephiroth, mindfuck
Final Fantasy VII - Tifa/Aeris, girl talk
Final Fantasy VII - Zack/Aeris, restraint
Final Fantasy VII - Zack/Cloud, heat
Final Fantasy VII, Cid/Vincent, desiring all of the things you are
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, crossdressing, "you wear those shoes and I will wear that dress"
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, too comfortable
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Yuffie, mock punishment, Been caught stealing
Final Fantasy VII, Rude/Tifa, unexpected gentleness, I don't play hide and seek with you
Final Fantasy VII, Tseng/Elena, chess
Final Fantasy VIII - Seifer/Zell - gloves
Final Fantasy VIII, Quistis/Rinoa, turning the tables
Final Fantasy VIII, Quistis/Seifer, instruction
Final Fantasy VIII, Seifer/Zell, I had to shut him up.
Final Fantasy VIII, Selphie/Irvine - guns and handcuffs
Final Fantasy VIII, Selphie/Irvine, surprise
Final Fantasy VIII, Squall/Zell, partners
Final Fantasy VIII, Zell/Selphie/Irvine, a modest proposal
Final Fantasy X, Kimahri/Rikku, outdoor sex
Final Fantasy XII - Ashe/Basch/Vossler - double penetration
Final Fantasy XII - Ashe/Vossler - cocksucking
Final Fantasy XII - Ashe/Vossler, loss of control
Final Fantasy XII - Basch/Fran, bathing
Final Fantasy XII - Basch/Noah - rivalry
Final Fantasy XII - Basch/Rasler - obeying orders
Final Fantasy XII - Drace/Ashe - fighting for top
Final Fantasy XII - Vayne/Venat, possession
Final Fantasy XII - Vossler/Fran - held, not bound
Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Fran, I know more than you think
Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Vaan/Basch, the middle is best
Final Fantasy XII, Basch/Balthier, voyeurism
Final Fantasy XII, Basch/Balthier, wax
Final Fantasy XII, Basch/Fran, relax
Final Fantasy XII, Basch/Vaan, berserk
Final Fantasy XII, Ffamran/Gabranth, if you can take it, you can have it
Final Fantasy XII, Fran/Balthier, don't think, act
Final Fantasy XII, Fran/Balthier, familiarity in extremity
Final Fantasy XII, Vayne/Larsa, purity
Final Fantasy XII, Vayne/Ashe, fury
Final Fantasy XII, Larsa/Ashe, political alliance
Final Fantasy XII, Basch/Vossler, muscle memory
Final Fantasy XII, Fran/Penelo, restraint
Final Fantasy XII, Gabranth/Ffamran, spanking
Final Fantasy XII, Reddas/Fran, in plain sight
Final Fantasy XII, Vaan/Penelo, friendly pleasure
Final Fantasy XII, Vossler/Balthier, we could do this without fighting
Final Fantasy XII, Vossler/Basch, leave time
Final Fantasy XII, Vossler/Fran, temperature play
Final Fantasy XII, Zargabaath/Gabranth, experience difference
Final Fantasy XII, Zargabaath/Zecht, role reversal

Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance/Radiant Dawn, Shinon/Gatrie, an idiot to follow you
Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn, Elincia/Tibarn, playing on the dangerous side of things
Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn, Ike/Ranulf, legendary
Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn, Ike/Reyson, breath in hair, breath in wings
Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn, Mist/Boyd, up in our bedroom after the war
Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones, Cormag/Artur, dreadfully gentle
Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones, Innes/Eirika, shameless girl and an awkward boy

Firefly, Inara/Kaylee, linen
Firefly, Inara/Kaylee, paddle
Firefly, Inara/Kaylee, sapphire
Firefly, Inara/Saffron, fetish
Firefly, Inara/Saffron/Kaylee, confine
Firefly, Jayne/Simon, rough around the edges
Firefly, Kaylee/Inara, luxury
Firefly, Kaylee/Saffron, idealist
Firefly, Mal/Inara, banter
Firefly, Mal/Inara, bathing
Firefly, Mal/Inara, unlocked
Firefly, Mal/Inara, stretch
Firefly, River/Jayne, gunplay
Firefly, Wash/Zoe, competence
Firefly, Zoe/Wash, there's not much time

Fullmetal Alchemist, Archer/Roy, insubordination
Fullmetal Alchemist, Hawkeye/Lust, crossdressing
Fullmetal Alchemist, Hughes/Gracia, hot marital sex

GetBackers, Akabane/Ginji, shock of red
GetBackers, Ban/Ginji, we go together

Good Omens, War/Famine/Pollution, destructive tendencies

Gundam Wing, Treize/Zechs, hurried reunions

Harry Potter, Bellatrix/Hermione, desperation
Harry Potter, Charlie/Remus - magical creatures
Harry Potter, Harry/Charlie - dragons
Harry Potter, Harry/Remus - Quidditch smut
Harry Potter, Harry/Remus - tea
Harry Potter, Harry/Remus/Severus - first time
Harry Potter, Harry/Remus/Severus - leather
Harry Potter, Remus/Sirius, tease
Harry Potter, Ron/Hermione, persuasion
Harry Potter, Ron/Hermione, she led the way
Harry Potter, Snape/Lupin, reunions
Harry Potter, Snape/Sirius, after-life

Heat Guy J, J/Daisuke, Can a man love his partner if his partner is a machine? Hell yeah.
Heat Guy J, J/Kyoko, You say "sleeping with a giant sex toy" like it's a bad thing.

Heroes, Claire Bennet/Noah Bennet, don't stop
Heroes, Hiro Nakamura/Adam Monroe, not angry anymore
Heroes, Hiro/Ando, brandy
Heroes, Hiro/Kensei, anarchy
Heroes, Kaito Nakamura/Adam Monroe, fast
Heroes, Kaito Nakamura/Angela Petrelli, quiet
Heroes, Maya Herrera/Mohinder Suresh, too long
Heroes, Mohinder/Matt, domestic
Heroes, Peter/Nathan, kneel

Hikaru no Go, Hikaru/Isumi, your turn to play.
Hikaru no Go, Nase/Hikaru, misunderstanding
Hikaru no Go, Touya Akira/Waya, the day before.
Hikaru no Go, Waya / Yang Hai, cybersex.

Jak and Daxter, Jak/Keira, the monster in you

Kingdom Hearts - Xigbar/Xaldin - scars and bruises
Kingdom Hearts, Axel/Namine, Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
Kingdom Hearts, Sora/Kairi/Riku, unconditional love

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, Harry/Perry, adding insult to insult to injury

Live Free or Die Hard, John McClane/Matthew Farrell, "Kid, how do you know this shit?"
Live Free or Die Hard, John McClane/Matthew Farrell, do what I can
Live Free or Die Hard, John McClane/Matthew Farrell, weapons kink

Memphis Belle, Clay/Danny, celebrity
Memphis Belle, Clay/Danny, golden boy
Memphis Belle, Phil/Val, disobey
Memphis Belle, Phil/Val, temporary insanity

Moulin Rouge, Satine/Nini, crime
Moulin Rouge, Satine/Nini, luminous

NCIS, Abby/McGee, geek love
NCIS, Abby/Ziva, "in Mossad we have a saying..."
NCIS, Abby/Ziva, competition
NCIS, DiNozzo/Jeffrey White (from episode 2.10, Chained), a moment of weakness
NCIS, Gibbs/DiNozzo, sucking up to the boss
NCIS, Gibbs/McGee, Probie grows a pair

Numb3rs, Alan/Millie, seasoned
Numb3rs, Amita/Charlie, role play
Numb3rs, Don/Liz, payback
Numb3rs, Megan/Larry, cosmic

Ookiku Furikabutte (oofuri), Abe/Mihashi, Mihashi tops.
Ookiku Furikabutte, Abe/Mihashi, "this guy..."

Persona 3, Akihiko/Mitsuru, boots
Persona 3, Akihiko/Shinjiro, in the dark
Persona 3, Junpei/Ryoji, boys will be boys
Persona 3, Junpei/Yukari/main character, an ominous sense of regret (this can only end in tears)

Pet Shop of Horrors, Count D/Leon, running his claws down his back
Pet Shop of Horrors, Count Ds (yeah, all of them)/Leon, "what a remarkable little human!"
Pet Shop of Horrors, Leon/D, icing

Phoenix Wright, Franziska von Karma/Maya Fey, that looks like it hurts
Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth/Franziska von Karma, are you sure?
Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney, Franziska/Adrian, putting the whip aside for once.
Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney, Gumshoe/Maggey, Cute sex.
Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney, Phoenix/Maya, It was a little ridiculous but once they got going it didn't matter much.

Pirates of the Caribbean, Anamaria/Elizabeth, hammock
Pirates of the Caribbean, Anamaria/Tia Dalma, thimble
Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack Sparrow/Elizabeth Swann, forfeit
Pirates of the Caribbean, Pintel/Ragetti, satin
Pirates of the Caribbean, Will Turner/Elizabeth Swann, Voyuer !Jack, water

Power Rangers in Space - Astronema/Andros - mind control - "Welcome to my nightmare."

Power Rangers SPD - Jack/Z - all we've got - She always says Jack's like her brother, but she knows real brothers and sisters don't do the things they do.

Power Rangers Turbo (movie), Jason/Kimberly, trapped on Divatox's sub

The Prestige (bookverse), corporeal Angier/mostly incorporeal (prestige material) Angier, momentarily whole again

Prince of Tennis, Ryouma/Aoi Kentarou, legendary rivals!
Prince of Tennis, Tezuka/Fuji, glinting darkness.

Princess Nine, Ryo Hayakawa /Izumi Himuro, knocked to the ground

The Quiet Earth, Joanne/Zac/Api, line between fantasy and reality, And I can't see/Why can't we go on as three?

Ratatouille, Linguine/Collette, disaster

RPF, Andy/Elijah, rough
RPF, Bean/Ian, reluctant
RPF, Bill Fichtner/Joe Flanigan/Liam Neeson, "down, boy"
RPF, Billy/Elijah, i found a fox caught by dogs he let me take him in my hands
RPF, Bob Bryar/Frank Iero, after show high
RPF, Brendon Urie/Ryan Ross - eyeliner
RPF, Cate/Miranda, lust
RPF, Cate/Miranda, switch
RPF, Chad Pennington/Brodie Croyle, nothing gay about football
RPF, Chad Pennington/Eli Manning, cheer up emo kid
RPF, Colin Farrell/Orlando Bloom, dirty
RPF, Dave Grohl/Taylor Hawkins, Taylor on top
RPF, Dave Wenham/Gerard Butler, sweet
RPF, David Anders/Greg Grunberg, a little young for this
RPF, David Anders/Masi Oka, adorable
RPF, David Hewlett/Jason Isaacs, Mac (or iPod, or iPhone)
RPF, David Hewlett/Joe Flanigan, facial hair
RPF, David Hewlett/Joe Flanigan, furious
RPF, David Hewlett/Joe Flanigan, velvet
RPF, Dom/Elijah, "And now you're back where I pretend you belong / I wonder every night and day, how long"
RPF, Dom/Elijah, "So tonight I'm drinking to your health / Because I just can't stand myself"
RPF, Dom/Elijah, just count me in and count me out and i'll be waiting for the shout, oblivious
RPF, Dom/Orlando, "But if you do have to leave me / Who will I have left to hate?"
RPF, Dom/Orlando, "I want to show you how I love you / when you're over me"
RPF, Dom/Viggo, submission
RPF, Elijah/anyone, "I can't lie on this bed anymore / it burns my skin / You can take the truthful things you've said to me / And put them on the head of a pin"
RPF, Emilie de Ravine/Mia Kirschner, innocent
RPF, Eva Green/Cate Blanchett, bondage
RPF, Eva Green/Katherine Moennig, reckless
RPF, Ewan McGregor/Christian Bale, youth/parents' house au
RPF, Gerard Butler/Jude Law, seriously
RPF, Gerard Way/Frank Iero - tattoos
RPF, Gerard Way/Frank Iero, Frank knows how to tie a tie.
RPF, Gordon Ramsay/Anthony Bourdain, exotic delicacy
RPF, Gordon Ramsay/John Barroman, food porn
RPF, Greg Grunberg/Sendhil Ramamurthy, don't laugh
RPF, hannah wood/elijah, little lights will guide them to me let me be weak let me sleep
RPF, Harry/Bean/Viggo, vampires
RPF, Ian/Elijah, i think about the loveless fascination/leads you here despite your destination
RPF, Jamie Oliver/Hugh Fernley Whittenstall Enthusiastic
RPF, Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles - cars
RPF, Jason Bradbury/Suzi Perry Competitive
RPF, Jason Isaacs/Ben Daniels, flirting
RPF, Jason Isaacs/Bill Fichtner, filthy mouth
RPF, Jason Isaacs/Daniel Craig, blue skies
RPF, Jason Isaacs/Sean Bean, competition
RPF, Jason Isaacs/Viggo Mortensen, intensity
RPF, Jason Momoa/David Nykl, hats
RPF, Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Samantha Ferris, cats and dogs
RPF, Jensen Ackles/Chris Kane, mine
RPF, Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, trapped
RPF, Jensen Ackles/Samantha Ferris, tickle
RPF, Jim Sorgi/Adam Vinatieri, I don't think they suspect a thing
RPF, Jim Sorgi/Adam Vinatieri, not what it seems, Not every smile/means I'm laughing inside/Two-face and compromised/I've enraptured you with lies
RPF, Joe Flanigan/Jason Momoa, hard
RPF, Joe Flanigan/Jason Momoa, hijinks
RPF, Joe Flanigan/Jason Momoa/David Hewlett, road trip
RPF, Johnny Depp/Kiera Knightley, lace and guns
RPF, Jon Bentley/Jason Bradbury/Suzi Perry Mentor
RPF, Jon Bon Jovi/Al Gore, this is so wrong
RPF, Josh Hartnett/Elijah, oooh baby i love your way
RPF, Jude Law/Ewan McGregor, Judy, "I put on some make-up/and turn up the tape deck/and pull the wig down on my head"
RPF, Jude Law/Sean Bean, pretty
RPF, Karl Urban/Elijah Wood, brat
RPF, Karl Urban/Eric Bana, tease
RPF, Liam Neeson/Ewan McGregor - accents
RPF, Liam Neeson/Ewan McGregor - teaching
RPF, Miranda Otto/Emilie de Ravine, devious
RPF, Miranda/Viggo, kneeling
RPF, Orlando Bloom/Karl Urban, chocolate
RPF, Orlando/Elijah, please tread gently on the ground when all around you earth turns to fire/come on show me all the light and shade that made your name
RPF, Sala baker/Elijah, you'll flow down her river but you'll never give her lips like sugar sugar kisses
RPF, Sean Astin/Elijah, we take it day by day if you want it you're gonna bleed/you got a hunger for what you see you'll take it eventually
RPF, Sean Bean/Dave Wenham, lonely
RPF, Sean bean/Elijah, alarmed by the seduction i wish that it would stop
RPF, Sean Bean/Eric Bana - struggle
RPF, Sean Bean/Gerard Butler, force
RPF, Sean Bean/Karl Urban, beer
RPF, Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen, will you shut up already?
RPF, Sean Bean/William Fichtner, auction
RPF, Sean/Viggo, agreeing to disagree
RPF, Sean/Viggo, cowboys
RPF, Sean/Viggo, flight(s)
RPF, Stewart Copeland/Anthony Bourdain, "Teenage girls, with ketchup too!/Get out of my way, or I'll eat you"
RPF, Stewart Copeland/Michelle Bachelet, international diplomacy, "What time zone am on? What country am I in? It doesn't matter, it's five o'clock somewhere."
RPF, Stewart Copeland/Sting, "Here is where we have a showdown/I'm too high-hat, you're too low-down"
RPF, Stewart Copeland/Sting, Let's just forget about the futre/and get on with the past
RPF, Stewart Copeland/Taylor Hawkins, When the working day is done/Girls - they want to have fun
RPF, Stewart Copeland/Tico Torres, trouble waiting to happen
RPF, Sting/Jon Bon Jovi, my parties all have big names/and I greet them with the widest smile
RPF, Taylor Hawkins/Roger Taylor, hero worship
RPF, Taylor Hawkins/Roger Taylor/Stewart Copeland, Secret Drummers Society
RPF, Taylor Hawkins/Tico Torres, "all I want to do is jump your bones/and slam dance all night to the music of your moans"
RPF, Tico Torres/Nicko McBrain, no fucking way
RPF, Viggo/Elijah, misguided angel love you til i'm dead
RPF, Wentworth Miller/William Fichtner, prove it


Shin Megami Tensei Devil Summoner, Narumi/Raidou, over the desk
Shin Megami Tensei Nocturne, Naoki/any of his demons, pack hierarchy
Shin Megami Tensei Nocturne, Naoki/Isamu, misuse of status effects (charm? bind? sleep?)
Shin Megami Tensei Persona 3, Akihiko/Yukari, awe
Shin Megami Tensei Persona 3, Junpei/Chidori, body worship
Shin Megami Tensei Persona 3, Mitsuru/Akihiko, toys
Shin Megami Tensei Persona 3, Shinjiro/Akihiko, tenderness

Silent Hill 2, Pyramid Head/Maria, You can't rape the willing.
Silent Hill 4, Henry/Cynthia, "special favor"

Skies of Arcadia, Gilder/Enrique, rum, sodomy, and the lash
Skies of Arcadia, Vyse/Aika/Fina, playing in the water, Wake up feelin' like/a kid swingin' on Heaven's gate
Skies of Arcadia, Vyse/Enrique, passing notes
Skies of Arcadia, Vyse/Piastol, fighting, I want you to hurt me again

Slayers, Xellos/Filia, "I'm evil but I'll be nice for you."
Slayers, Zelgadis/Amelia, she no longer blushed

Smokin' Aces, Hollis/Pete, bickering partners
Smokin' Aces, Messner/Carruthers, experience and intuition

Star Wars pre-TPM, Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon - meditation

Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, "Don't you know how to be dumb? / Are you ready to take your place in the modern museum of mistakes?"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, "I never really gave up on/Breakin' out of this two-star town"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, "it nearly took a miracle to get you to stay"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, "I've been trying hard to do what's right/But you know I could stay here all night and watch the clouds fall from the sky"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, "On the field I remember you were incredible/Leave your number on the locker and I'll give you a call/In a car with a girl, promise me she's not your world"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, "Slippin' in my faith until I fall"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, "Sometimes I hate the line I walk"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, "stay the hands, arrest the time / Til I am captured by your touch"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, "They say you're so young / Your mind is made up but your mouth is undone"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, alien possession
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, crawling
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, detachable penis
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, fruit
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, heat
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, high pain threshold
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, money
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, need
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, puddlejumper
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, telephone
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, young, unconscious, time travel
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney/Lorne, bondage
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney/Repli!Shep/Repli!McKay (the duplicates from "This Mortal Coil), possessive
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney/Ronon, button
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney/Ronon, cat
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney/Ronon, median
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney/Ronon, orange
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney/Ronon, rituals
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney/Ronon, shortening
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney/Ronon/Teyla, candy
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney/Ronon/Teyla, complete abandon
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney/Ronon/Teyla, faded
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney/Teyla, "Honey, are you straight or are you blind? / She walks in and your eyes fly out the door/ You squeeze my hand 'til the circulation ceases"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney/Teyla, "I don't want to lock you up and say you're mine / Don't want to lose you or say goodbye"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney/Teyla, "it's easier to say 'I love you,' than 'Yours sincerely' I suppose"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney/Teyla, "Though she often felt cheated, she never felt cheap"
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Ronon, knives
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Ronon, not what you thought
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Ronon, orders
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Ronon, skirts
Stargate: Atlantis, Radek/Rodney, dry spell
Stargate: Atlantis, Radek/Rodney, prime-not-prime
Stargate: Atlantis, Repli!Shep/Repli!Mckay (the duplicates from "This Mortal Coil"), determination
Stargate: Atlantis, Rod/Rodney/John, "My science fiction twin decided to become invisible / He has my eyes, my face, my voice but he's only happy when I'm miserable"
Stargate: Atlantis, Rodney/Radek, bawdry
Stargate: Atlantis, Rodney/Ronon, haven
Stargate: Atlantis, Rodney/Sam, lonely
Stargate: Atlantis, Rodney/Teyla, "Don't start me talking, I could talk all night / My mind goes sleepwalking while I'm putting the world to rights"
Stargate: Atlantis, Rodney/Teyla, "She always liked to hurt him to prove he was prepared / To love her any way that she wanted"
Stargate: Atlantis, Rodney/Teyla, "When nobody knows she puts on secret clothes / And lies in the meadow with her hands tied behind her back"
Stargate: Atlantis, Rodney/Teyla, cats
Stargate: Atlantis, Rodney/Teyla, pie
Stargate: Atlantis, Ronon/Lorne, art
Stargate: Atlantis, Ronon/Repli!Ronon, this WILL hurt
Stargate: Atlantis, Ronon/Teyla, "Come and take a swim with me/Don't you wanna feel my skin on your skin?/It's only natural"
Stargate: Atlantis, Ronon/Teyla, adopt
Stargate: Atlantis, Ronon/Teyla, family
Stargate: Atlantis, Ronon/Teyla, pining
Stargate: Atlantis, Ronon/Teyla, slipping
Stargate: Atlantis, Sam/Keller, never the girl

Stargate: SG-1, Ba'al/Ba'al clones, narcissism
Stargate: SG-1, Ba'al/Qetesh, cat-and-mouse
Stargate: SG-1, Ba'al/Vala, truth
Stargate: SG-1, Cameron Mitchell/Daniel Jackson, meltdown, You're ready to rage and starting to melt down/You can make the switch/You can have your wish
Stargate: SG-1, Cameron/anyone (or solo), handcuffs
Stargate: SG-1, Cameron/Daniel, fighting
Stargate: SG-1, Cameron/Daniel, keys to the apartment
Stargate: SG-1, Cameron/Daniel, kneeling
Stargate: SG-1, Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill, cigarette
Stargate: SG-1, Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill, consequences
Stargate: SG-1, Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill, drive, Who's gonna hold you down/When you shake?/Who's gonna come around/When you break?
Stargate: SG-1, Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill, voyeur
Stargate: SG-1, Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson, argument
Stargate: SG-1, Jack O'Neill/Vala Mal Doran, truth or dare, I just wanna see if you can be moved/I don't wanna be a fool for you/Or be alone
Stargate: SG-1, Teal'c/Bra'tac, Jedi master
Stargate: SG-1, Teal'c/Bra'tac, overreacting
Stargate: SG-1, Vala Mal Doran/Sam Carter, alien tech

The State Within, Nicholas Brocklehurst/Charles Macintyre, fear and loathing
The State Within, Nicholas Brocklehurst/Christopher Styles, money
The State Within, Nicholas Brocklehurst/Mark Brydon, guns
The State Within, Nicholas Brocklehurst/Mark Brydon, secrets
The State Within, Nicholas Brocklehurst/Mark Brydon, well-dressed bondage

Suikoden V - Zegai/Shoon - silence after dark in the arena
Suikoden V, Roog/Miakis, rolling about
Suikoden V, the prince of Falena/Killey, serving a prison term under the prince

Supernatural, Bobby/Dean, the beat of your heart, "Rising from a long night as dark as the grave / On a thin chain of next moments and something like faith"
Supernatural, Dean Winchester/Jo Harvelle, Guilty
Supernatural, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, eyeliner
Supernatural, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, possessive
Supernatural, Dean/Henrickson, "do you believe me yet?"
Supernatural, Ellen/Bela, a little more whiskey, a little less talking
Supernatural, Ellen/Bobby, I'm a stranger here myself
Supernatural, Ellen/Gordon, control
Supernatural, Ellen/Ruby, you're not convincing me yet
Supernatural, Sam/Ellen, wake up

Tales of the Abyss, Dist/Largo, little man

Teen Titans, Rose/Eddie, "If you're going to be damned, might as well have some fun."
Teen Titans, Tim/Jaime, speaking in tongues
Teen Titans, Tim/Kon, strength
Teen Titans, Tim/Match, he'll do

Tin Man, Azkadellia/Airofday, bluff
Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, bruised
Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, chains
Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, genius

Ugly Betty, Betty/Alexis, enigma
Ugly Betty, Betty/Amanda, queer
Ugly Betty, Betty/Sofia, operatic
Ugly Betty, Cliff/Marc, best-laid plans
Ugly Betty, Wilhelmina/Christina, crack the whip

Ultimate X-Men, Remy!Rogue/Bobby, Tell the girl you're sorry for givin' lousy head

Valkyrie Profile, Lezard/Lenneth, bodyswap, "perhaps as you I'll be worth noticing"
Valkyrie Profile: Silmeria, Alicia/Rufus/Dylan, during a cold night
Valkyrie Profile: Silmeria, Arngrim/Hrist, BDSM, You let me desecrate you
Valkyrie Profile: Silmeria, Brahms/Silmeria, in secret
Valkyrie Profile: Silmeria, Dylan/Alicia, memories of other lives, I still see myself in you now/Like a lifetime lived before
Valkyrie Profile: Silmeria, Hrist/Arngrim, care and breaking of einherjar
Valkyrie Profile: Silmeria, Leone/Alicia, heroine worship

West Wing, Amy/Ainsley, strip
West Wing, Jed/Leo, impatient
West Wing, Josh/Amy, sexy
West Wing, Josh/Donna, stop in the middle of the hallway
West Wing, CJ/Danny, vocabulary
West Wing, Sam/Josh, legal

X-Men comics, Wolverine/Gambit, spying
X-Men, Remy/Bobby, If you're stealing my heart then steal me too.
X-Men, Remy/Bobby, This time even Fats ain't walkin' back to New Orleans

Yami no Matsuei, Tatsumi/Hisoka, birds of a feather
Yami no Matsuei, Tsuzuki/Watari, experiment time!

Young Avengers, Billy/Teddy, magical bondage
Young Avengers, Billy/Teddy, Teddy revealed to be a girl when he can't hold his shape during orgasm
Young Avengers, Billy/Teddy, tentacle porn
Young Avengers, Billy/Teddy, watching the other masturbate
Young Avengers, Billy/Tommy with Teddy watching
Young Avengers, Billy/Tommy, spanking Tommy leads to him bottoming
Young Avengers, Cassie/Vision, Vision as a girl
Young Avengers, Eli/Tommy, secrecy
Young Avengers, Kate/Eli, not as scarred as you think
Young Avengers, Kate/Eli, pretty (in a rich girl sort of way)
Young Avengers, Kate/Eli, sort of like Luke Cage
Young Avengers, Tommy/Eli/Kate - initial dubious consent on Kate's part



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Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, detachable penis
[info]telesilla
2008-01-10 08:12 am UTC (link)
"This Happens All the Time" -- Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, detachable penis -- NC-17


"I knew someone once, met him in therapy," Rodney says as he digs through his underwear drawer. "He had names for all his dicks." He turns and looks at John. "You don't have a name for yours, do you?"

"Sure I do," John says without missing a beat. "I call it 'Sparkles, my Not-So-Little Pony.'"

"Asshole," Rodney says, going back to his search. "It just strikes me as kinda twee to name them, you know?"

Rodney has, John's noticed, several rather unsubtle code words for "girly."

"Other guys do it," John says. "But I never really saw the point."

"Thank you!" Rodney sounds triumphant and John's not sure if it's a response to his words or the fact that Rodney's found what he was looking for.

Rodney's back is to John and he watches as Rodney does something that causes him to wriggle a little. Given that he's wearing a rather snug pair of 501s John didn't even know he had, the sight is pretty incredible.

Even more incredible, however, is the way Rodney looks when he turns around. His jeans look like they're buttoned up, but one of his dicks is jutting out of the bottom of his fly. Although the idea of buttoning up around his dick makes John wince just a little, it still looks fucking hot.

"Jesus, Rodney!"

"Yeah?" Rodney asks, grinning as he reaches down to stroke his cock with one hand.

"Oh hell yeah," John says, his mouth already watering. "Get over here so I can suck you."

Rodney crosses the room quickly, but John still manages to be on his knees and ready by the time he reaches the bed. Close up, this particular dick looks fairly realistic, but then all of Rodney's dicks look, and feel, that way. It's not very fat, but it's a little long and, really, it's pretty much ideally shaped for sucking on. John leans in eagerly, lipping and tonguing at the head before closing his mouth over it and moving down.

John's not really sure when the taste of silicon became a turn on in and of itself, but now it totally is and he has to reach down and adjust himself before he gets serious about sucking Rodney off. That done, he slides his hands up the backs of Rodney's legs to his ass and grabs on, lowering his mouth over Rodney's dick and sucking hard.

It fits like it was made for his mouth and he moans around it, going lower and lower until he can feel denim rough against his lips and Rodney's cock nudging the back of his throat. He pulls back and goes down again and then again, and it gets easier with each pass as Rodney's cock gets slicker and John's mouth and throat get used to the invasion.

"God," Rodney says, breathing hard. "John...gonna move now."

John relaxes his grip on Rodney's ass and hums his approval. He loves that Rodney's the kind of guy who gets that there can be something selfish about a blowjob, that sometimes it's all about being on your knees with a hard dick riding your mouth until your jaw aches and your throat burns and your eyes tear up and you forget that you've ever been good at anything else. And, as Rodney slowly but steadily fucks John's face, John gets there, unaware of anything but Rodney's cock in his mouth and the harsh sound of Rodney's breathing.

Maybe, John thinks, moaning as he lets Rodney's dick work his mouth, maybe Rodney's wrong. Maybe they should have names.

Because really, we could call this one "the perfect mouthful."

-end-

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Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, detachable penis - [info]kyuuketsukirui, 2008-01-10 08:26 am UTC
Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, detachable penis - [info]telesilla, 2008-01-10 08:52 am UTC
Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, detachable penis - [info]helens78, 2008-01-10 04:10 pm UTC
John + Cocksuking = OTP!! in any universe. - [info]telesilla, 2008-01-12 01:36 am UTC
Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, detachable penis - [info]paian, 2008-01-10 07:05 pm UTC
Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, detachable penis - [info]telesilla, 2008-01-12 01:38 am UTC
Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, detachable penis - [info]incidental_fire, 2008-01-11 01:29 am UTC
Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, detachable penis - [info]telesilla, 2008-01-13 09:11 am UTC
Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, detachable penis - [info]anatsuno, 2008-01-16 12:05 am UTC
Supernatural: Dean Winchester/Henrickson "do you believe me yet?"
[info]lisaroquin
2008-01-10 02:32 pm UTC (link)
~Possessed~
ADULT, non-con, Dean/Henrickson
~cringes~ I tried, this is what I got.


***

The hand slid up his stomach, his flannel shirt and t-shirt fell obligingly open, buttons cut away, material sliced open by the knife. His knife damn it. Dark skin on pale, a smear of blood from the scratch of the knife.

"Now what are you going to do, Winchester?" the voice purred, more than Henrickson's, demonic, damn it, Bobby, hurry your ass up. Find the whatever and destroy it already.

"Figures you'd be into bondage." Dean managed. The damn cuffs weren't giving, neither was the bar above his head they were attached to. "Careful.." Dean growled nervously as the knife sliced open his jeans. His knife. Sharp enough it went through the leather of his belt and denim of his jeans like butter. He'd bitch about his favorite jeans and his belt later.

"You're going to beg."

"Heard that one before," Dean snorted. He never had, not for himself. For Sam, pretty damn close, yeah, but not for himself and Sam was safe on Bobby's couch with the flu.

"You are going to beg." Henrickson/it repeated, leaning in close, teeth tugging painfully at Dean's earlobe, pain soothed away with tongue and lips.

The hand moved slowly, sticky-drag of drying blood from the scratch down the center of his chest fingers finding their mark, teasing his nipple.

Dean fought the urge to shake as Henrickson stepped away, shoved Dean's jeans and shorts to his ankles then walked around behind him. Out of sight the way Dean was chained leaving him unable to turn to see. Rustle of cloth, the sound of a zipper tore through the air. A growl, the soft sound of skin sliding over skin like gunshots in Dean's ears. Then Henrickson was there, body heat against his back, cloth against bare skin except for the erection that slid against the crack of Dean's ass.

"You like this, don't you?" words nipped against his neck. "Not have to do, not have to think..."

"Dude, rape by possessed fed is no one's kink." Dean managed to grate out as hands moved over his body, twisting a fond fantasy about being caught and seducing his way out of Henrickson's custody into a nightmare straight from hell. Par for the course with just about everything in his life. Sticky-catch-smear as one hand moving over his chest slid downward fingers teasing lightly low on his belly before moving farther downward hand wrapped around his cock slowly stroking. Christ, even callouses in disturbingly familiar places from guns on Henrickson's hand.

"If you're gonna do it just fucking get it over with," Dean growled out through gritted teeth, the drag-slide of Henrickson's cock against his ass, slow, teasing punctuated by a random series of sharp thrusts against Dean. Hands worked his traitorous, adrenaline-flooded into responding which caused Dean's stomach to roll, ever muscle knotted, trembling. Goddamn it, Bobby, hurry, the hand on his cock tightened fractionally, just enough to be rough, callouses rub, hand twisting over the head and fuck that would be just about perfect if not...hurry, hurry, Bobby,fucking move your ass

Dean hissed as fingers dug into his chest, tightened painfully on his cock bringing out a strangled yelped moan as Henrickson shook, gasped behind him.

Henrickson dropped to his knees shaking, head leaned against Dean's thigh. "What the hell? Winchester--" the broken thready voice.

"Thank you, Bobby," Dean managed, shaking hard himself. "You going to uncuff me, Hendrickson?"

"What the hell happened?"

"Congratulations, you survived your first possession. You believe me yet?" Dean managed to smart off.

"Winchester," Henrickson gasped out in a strangled voice.

"And you owe me a new set of clothes. My favorite jeans, damn it." Dean continued. Push it all down, push it away, a wise-crack, on to the next nightmare. Henrickson's fingers dug into Dean's ankle as he wretched. Dean closed his eyes and swallowed down the rebellion in his own stomach. "And you're cleaning my damn shoes."



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Re: Supernatural: Dean Winchester/Henrickson "do you believe me yet?" - [info]jrho, 2008-01-10 04:03 pm UTC
Re: Supernatural: Dean Winchester/Henrickson "do you believe me yet?" - [info]lisaroquin, 2008-01-10 05:05 pm UTC
Re: Supernatural: Dean Winchester/Henrickson "do you believe me yet?" - [info]zillah975, 2008-01-11 02:34 am UTC
Re: Supernatural: Dean Winchester/Henrickson "do you believe me yet?" - [info]lisaroquin, 2008-01-11 09:02 pm UTC
Hikaru no Go: Touya Akira/Waya, the day before
[info]sivullinen
2008-01-10 03:30 pm UTC (link)
The day before Touya Akira told Shindou Hikaru that he liked men, thank you very much, you can stop trying to set me up with your female friends now, please, he had his cock sucked.

By Waya, who likes to take all of his length in his mouth, like a promise of what’s coming and redeemed right that instant, then pull back and suck lightly in a way that drives Touya completely mad. But that’s what Waya likes, anyway, and Touya kind of maybe, too.

And that’s the way it went that day too. The minute Waya had pulled Touya’s trousers down he swallowed his already hard cock, and then cruelly exposed it to the cold air again. Touya shivered, and then moaned because Waya twirled his tongue around the tip of Touya’s cock, and ohgods Touya needed more and he bucked his hips and Waya grazed his teeth on his prick and Touya growled and gasped and very nearly came, and then Waya sucked and he really was coming.

Carefully, Waya pulled back a little but kept his mouth on Touya so he caught all of his come in his mouth, and when Touya drew a deep breath and slumped against the wall, Waya stood up and walked away, before Touya had a change to say anything.

Which was when Touya wondered hazily why he always lost it when they were having sex but Waya somehow managed to stay calm, kind of ironically the reverse of normal.

(A fact that was, once again, proven the next day when Waya cornered Touya furiously and almost spat at him amidst his yelling of idiots and Shindou and getting the wrong idea and imagining things mean something.)

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Re: Hikaru no Go: Touya Akira/Waya, the day before - [info]qem_chibati, 2008-01-10 08:48 pm UTC
Re: Hikaru no Go: Touya Akira/Waya, the day before - [info]sivullinen, 2008-01-11 04:29 pm UTC
RPF: Karl Urban/Elijah Wood, Brat
[info]lisaroquin
2008-01-10 04:59 pm UTC (link)
Brat
adult,RPF, Karl/Elijah

***

Karl closed Elijah's hotel room door behind him. The wickedest blue eyes in creation stared up at him, smug and predatory. "Little tease," he husked as he reached for the smaller man.

"Not teasing," Elijah managed to get out before his mouth was claimed by Karl's. Hot, wet, hungry, messy, all need and no finesse. Hands tugged at clothing as they stumbled out of shoes and pants on their way to the bed. Teeth knocked together as they fell onto the mattress and Elijah bounced back up just a little, thankful Karl managed to catch most of his weight on his knee and elbows. Elijah hooked a leg around Karl's hips and rocked upward against him, demanding, wanting.

Karl nipped at Elijah's jaw. "What the hell was that performance down there?"

"Trying to get it through your thick skull to shut up and let's go already. I haven't seen you in two months. I don't give a fuck about Astin's girl's soccer team when we could be fucking."

"God you're a brat," Karl chuckled as he reached under the pillows, searched and found the lube and condoms Elijah had stuffed there before dinner. The cap went flying god knows where in Karl's haste.

"You're complaining?" Elijah demanded, the words melted into a moan as he writhed down on Karl's finger.

"Not a bit."

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Re: RPF: Karl Urban/Elijah Wood, Brat - [info]absolutefiction, 2008-01-12 02:54 am UTC
Re: RPF: Karl Urban/Elijah Wood, Brat - [info]lisaroquin, 2008-01-12 04:10 am UTC
RPF, Liam Neeson/Ewan McGregor - teaching
(Anonymous)
2008-01-10 07:06 pm UTC (link)
Besotted wasn't the right word. Liam balked at that. He was enamoured--that was it--completely, utterly, from the first day on set with Ewan.

"Again, longer strokes. You can do better than that." The lilt of Ewan's everyday accent traveled along the skin at the back of Liam's neck like a little shiver. Crouched on all fours at Ewan's feet, Liam still felt large, lumbering and graceless, but he lapped his tongue up those tall, Jedi boots, learning the way Ewan liked it.

"Yes. Beautiful," Ewan praised, leaning down to push his fingers through Liam's hair. "You're beautiful."

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Re: RPF, Liam Neeson/Ewan McGregor - teaching - [info]helens78, 2008-01-10 07:16 pm UTC
Re: RPF, Liam Neeson/Ewan McGregor - teaching - [info]temve, 2008-01-10 08:23 pm UTC
Re: RPF, Liam Neeson/Ewan McGregor - teaching - [info]telesilla, 2008-01-13 09:07 am UTC
Re: RPF, Liam Neeson/Ewan McGregor - teaching - [info]salixbabylon, 2008-01-13 06:48 pm UTC
Stargate: SG-1, Cameron/anyone (or solo), handcuffs
[info]zats_clear
2008-01-10 07:32 pm UTC (link)
Cam slipped his keys in his coat pocket as he walked through the door, smiling at the metal-on-metal sound as they tangled with the other items in his pocket.  A few colorful silk scarves, a short length of rope and handcuffs.  Handcuffs, for the love of god.  It was going to be an interesting night.  The electric thrill of it all ran through his limbs and ended up at the base of his dick.  Oh yes, a very interesting night.

Not three hours before, he had walked into his office at the SGC to find an unobtrusive brown paper bag on his desk, a note scrawled over it.  "Let's try a little hocus-pocus.  Your place.  1930."  Couldn't be any clearer than that.  Of course, there was the little question of who was going to be here in...Cam checked his watch..."Good God, 15 minutes."  He had to hurry.

Mama always taught him to be polite, so Cam showered up, running the electric razor over his 5 o'clock, 7 o'clock, shadow - beard burn just wouldn't do - and pondered his soon-to-arrive guest.  The note was virtually indecipherable, obviously having been written on the outside of the bag after the contents were loaded.  Trying to figure out who had written it was just as impossible, but he had a pretty good idea.  Only two people outside the janatorial staff had keys to his office, and, well, Tony had never spared more than a quick glance for him, so he was pretty sure whoever was coming was not going to smell like bulk-purchased disinfectant.  Thank god.  That left Sam, who as his 2IC, co-commander, had keys to pretty much everything he owned, and Daniel, who had borrowed Cam's spare set the week before to drop off things for Vala's upcoming surprise birthday party.  As sneaky as Vala was, she was unlikely to think of Cam's apartment as a place to find clues for what they planned to do by way of celebrating.  Cam had noted the boxes and bags in his living room, but hadn't had the time to look.  He added, "Dig around bags and choose which gift will be from me," to his mental To Do list.

Dried, he walked back into his bedroom, towel slung low across his waist.  The items, let's face it, the toys lay in the middle of his comforter as Cam glanced over at the clock - 6:57pm.  He froze for a moment, trying to translate the intentions of the sender.  "Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound," he said under his breath as he tossed his towel back towards the bathroom, tied one the silk scarves over his eyes and ratched a handcuff around his wrist.  The rope was still the unknown quantity, so he draped it across his stomach.  He took a deep breath, looped the other cuff over the railing of his head board and tightened the other side over his left wrist as the front door to his apartment opened.

"Mitchell?  Got your magic wand out?" 

Cam's heart skipped a beat.  Daniel.

"Back here."

"Hey, Cam!  I hope you didn't try out those magic handcuffs yet because they, uh..."

"Sam grabbed the set from her bedside table rather than the ones we picked up for Vala's birthday party," Daniel said, teasing Sam as he walked down the hall towards Cam's bedroom.

"Oh c'mon, they looked the same!"

"I'm not disputing that, Sam.  It's more the fact that you have them."

"I believe, SamanthaCarter, you have been exposed," rumbled Teal'c's deep voice.

 Cam felt the whoosh of air across his still-damp body as the door to his bedroom opened.  

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Re: Stargate: SG-1, Cameron/anyone (or solo), handcuffs - [info]paian, 2008-01-10 07:41 pm UTC
Re: Stargate: SG-1, Cameron/anyone (or solo), handcuffs - [info]helens78, 2008-01-10 08:05 pm UTC
Re: Stargate: SG-1, Cameron/anyone (or solo), handcuffs - [info]zats_clear, 2008-01-10 08:34 pm UTC

[info]wolfenverde
2008-01-10 08:31 pm UTC (link)
ow. I like the smart ass remarks. Love Dean. And you do him so very well.

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Final Fantasy XII - Basch/Noah - rivalry
[info]sheffiesharpe
2008-01-10 09:26 pm UTC (link)
Basch concentrates on the awkwardness of the angle, on how his wrist is strained by the reach across his own body, and he tries not to hear how Noah's breath hisses between his teeth. Stay here, like this, is all Basch can think, but then Noah shifts, can never make this easy on either of them. That is, of course, the challenge, so Basch makes it a point to look up when Noah settles across from him. He's not going to lose it first. Not this time.

Noah licks his right palm, from the heel of his hand to the tips of his fingers, the inside of his thumb, and he grins when he closes the hand around Basch's cock. The arrogant--thinks he doesn't even need his dominant hand to win this. Basch tightens his grip and when he slides his hand down this time, he flattens his palm so his fingers rub over Noah's balls. That gets the barest hint of sound, but that pushes Basch even closer, and when Noah lifts his hand to rewet his fingers, he sucks on them. Bastard. It's almost cheating, but only almost, and that's how Noah always plays. It makes Basch mad.

Mad enough that he curves his fingers so his short nails rest on the underside of Noah's cock, and maybe this is too cruel, maybe this will ruin the game entirely, but the smug look on Noah's face as Basch can feel the pressure coiling, can feel himself on the brink of losing again is too much. He tightens his hand and scratches, and the way his body winces in preemptive sympathy holds orgasm at bay.

Noah's startled gasp almost makes Basch feel bad, and the apology is ready on his lips when he feels the heat of Noah's come on his wrist. He came. From that? The confusion almost--almost--supercedes the fact that he won.

Noah lets go Basch's cock, pushes him back, pushes him down, and Basch braces himself for the punching he really deserves, but Noah doesn't hit him.

"In twenty minutes, you're doing that again," he says, right before closing his mouth on Basch's cock.

Twenty minutes. Basch thinks two victories in a row might feel almost as good as this.

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(no subject) - [info]mahokiwi, 2008-01-11 03:07 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]sheffiesharpe, 2008-01-11 03:30 pm UTC
Re: Final Fantasy XII - Basch/Noah - rivalry - [info]laylah, 2008-01-11 03:30 am UTC
Re: Final Fantasy XII - Basch/Noah - rivalry - [info]sheffiesharpe, 2008-01-11 03:32 pm UTC
Aftereffects (Final Fantasy VII - Zack/Aeris, restraint)
[info]wallwalker
2008-01-11 01:12 am UTC (link)
Hojo, you're a sick bastard, Zack mentally cursed, and not for the first time, either. He was strapped to a bed in one of the less uncomfortable rooms in the Shinra lab, arms and legs securely tied down and twitching from the aftereffects of a particularly potent Mako infusion, and he could swear that the greasy scientists secretly enjoyed seeing his subjects tied down and helpless. Oh, he understood the reason for it, but it was still creepy as hell.

It wasn't as if he was capable of anything more energetic right now, anyway. Hell, just thinking was hard to do after his treatments, too hard; it was easier to just let his mind wander, to relax in his bonds as best he could and rest. It's not easy, though, with the Mako running through his bloodstream, making his head throb and pulse with every heartbeat.

"Awww. You poor, poor thing..."

His eyes shot open at the sound of his girl's voice. "Baby?" he whispered between chapped lips, barely daring to hope that she was actually there, that she'd somehow snuck in just to find him. But there was no one there, just the lab's celing that swirled before his eyes. The sight made him dizzy, and he closed them again.

"It's terrible that they do things like this to you," he heard Aeris say as his eyes closed, and then felt a phantom touch against his cheek. He smiled - he knew it was a hallucination, but what the hell, he'd enjoy what he could get. "Can't you ask them to stop?"

"No, babe," he whispered back. "Comes with the job."

He heard her sigh, felt her hands moving down his body, making slow circles on his chest, teasing his nipples - wait, hadn't he been wearing a hospital gown a few seconds ago? "It still doesn't seem right."

"I know," he said. If thinking had been hard before, it was doubly so now; he was always incredibly sensitive after an infusion, and she knew exactly what she was doing. Her warm fingers felt amazing, even though he knew it wasn't real. And then he felt her mouth, nibbling and licking his earlobe, and that was even better.

"Well," she said softly. "The least I can do is help you relax, hmm?"

"Aww, baby, I -"

He didn't get any further than that before he felt her weight settle on top of him - and yeah, he knew he'd been wearing something a little while ago, but he didn't feel it now, just her warm skin and the heat of her body. He really wanted to reach up and touch her, to stroke her hair; he tried, and was reminded of the padded cuffs that held him down.

"Oh, just relax," she said, her voice amused and her hands in his hear. Her breasts were pressed against his chest - he could imagine how she looked now, face flushed, nipples pert and rosy pink, breathing hard as she slid down and took his cock in her tiny hand.

He was incredibly hard, both from the fantasy and from the usual aftereffects. God, he wanted more. "Please," he gasped. "Don't tease me now, sweetie, please..."

"Me? Never." He could imagine the grin on her face.

Then he felt her settle on top of him the way she had before, wet heat sliding and stroking him, her hands warm on his hips to steady herself. It was perfect, just perfect, and he couldn't have lasted as long as he usually did even if he'd wanted to, not with the Mako heightening his senses - and not with the vision of her in his mind, gasping in pleasure, mouthing his name. He didn't say her name as he came - he knew better - but he wanted to, wanted to tell her how amazing she was, how much he wanted to keep her with him forever as his body shook and his dream-vision blurred to nothing.

"There. That's much better," Aeris's voice said. He felt her slip away, with one last kiss on his forehead. "I wish I could stay, but I can't. Get some sleep, okay, honey?"

"Mmmm. Thanks, babe," he murmured, sated, arms and legs still bound but relaxed for the first time in hours. "Love ya."

"I know. Find me when they let you out, okay? I'll be waiting." And she was gone.

As Zack dozed off, part of him hoped that Hojo hadn't been watching; the rest of him didn't give a damn.

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Re: Aftereffects (Final Fantasy VII - Zack/Aeris, restraint) - [info]guiltyred, 2008-01-11 02:57 am UTC
Re: Aftereffects (Final Fantasy VII - Zack/Aeris, restraint) - [info]puella_nerdii, 2008-01-11 03:50 am UTC
Re: Aftereffects (Final Fantasy VII - Zack/Aeris, restraint) - [info]mitsuhachi, 2008-01-15 05:40 pm UTC
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney/Lorne, bondage
[info]telesilla
2008-01-11 01:16 am UTC (link)

Later, Evan realized that he should have guessed that something was up; Sheppard was hardly the kind of guy to call surprise inspections. At the time, however, he was too busy hoping that the armory was up to standards.

"Shit," he muttered, as the doors parted to let him in. The lights were out and that hardly boded well for the inspection.

As he turned, thinking the lights on while he reached for the panel, he heard the faint whisper of cloth against cloth and heard the faint click of a switchblade. He went still as he felt the warmth of another person behind him.

"Getting sloppy, Major," Sheppard said as he pressed the knife lightly to Evan's throat. Two overhead lights came on, one spotlighting Evan and Sheppard, and the other illuminating a point in the middle of the room.

"Damnit," Evan muttered and he heard McKay laughing somewhere behind him.

Sheppard turned the knife until the flat of it pressed coolly against Evan's pulse point. "Strip. Rodney, the cuffs."

Moments later, Evan was standing, naked and hard, in the middle of the armory. Rodney stood in front of him, fitting a pair of odd looking cuffs to Evan's wrists while Sheppard stood on a ladder behind them.

"Suspension cuffs," McKay said. "The last thing we want to do is damage your hands or wrists."

"Thoughtful of you," Evan said. McKay snorted.

"That's Rodney, thoughtful to the core." Sheppard came down off the ladder and moved it out of the way. "Move over a few steps," he said, and as Evan obeyed, he could see the silver length of chain hanging from the ceiling.

Once the cuffs were attached to the chain, Even was up on the balls of his feet and he was startled at how vulnerable that made him feel. He swallowed hard as McKay stood in front of him, but McKay just smiled at him and kissed him hard, the cloth of his uniform rough against Evan's skin. Moaning, Even relaxed into the kiss; he'd never met anyone who kissed with the same intensity as McKay.

"I wanna see you blow him," Sheppard said and Evan moaned again as McKay pulled away and dropped to his knees. "You up for that, Major?"

"Please, sir," Evan said; McKay's blowjobs were totally worth begging for.

He felt McKay's chuckle as a warm gust of air against his cock. "Brace yourself," McKay warned him before leaning in.

It wasn't easy to brace himself when he was already up on his toes, but Evan did his best as McKay's hot, clever mouth moved down over his dick. Even with McKay gripping his hips, Evan was still forced to depend on the cuffs as his feet momentarily lost contact with the floor. He got his balance back but it was frustrating as hell having to concentrate on keeping his footing when all he wanted to do was relax and let McKay blow him.

God, but it was good; McKay sucked hard, pulling back and using his tongue before going back down all the way and as near as Evan'd been able to tell, McKay had no gag reflex whatsoever.

He'd lost track of Sheppard, and it was kind of a surprise when he felt McKay hesitate. Opening his eyes, Even looked down and what he saw almost made him lose his balance again. Sheppard was kneeling behind McKay, busy pulling his pants down.

"Keep your eyes open, Major," Sheppard said, grinning up at him. "Rodney, you keep sucking."

Given the angle, Evan didn't think Sheppard could fuck McKay, but whatever he was doing back there was making McKay groan and hum around Evan's dick. It was getting harder to keep from coming, but he knew better than to come without permission.

It got worse once Evan realized that Sheppard was holding McKay still and rubbing off against his ass. "Jesus," Evan muttered and Sheppard smirked up at him. It was too much; Evan was too close. "Please, sir? Please?"

Sheppard made him wait for several more minutes, and then he nodded. "Yeah," he said, his voice raspy. As Evan came, shivering as McKay swallowed hard, he heard Sheppard's low grunt and knew that he'd come as well.

Evan'd barely become aware again before he heard McKay bitching. "Um, hello? Has it somehow escaped everyone's attention that I haven't gotten off yet?"

"Relax, Rodney," Sheppard said, pulling McKay's shirt off him. "The cuffs aren't going anywhere."

Evan grinned. This was the kind of inspection he could get behind.

end-

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Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney/Lorne, bondage - [info]darkrose, 2008-01-11 01:30 am UTC
Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney/Lorne, bondage - [info]telesilla, 2008-01-13 09:13 am UTC
Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney/Lorne, bondage - [info]incidental_fire, 2008-01-11 01:31 am UTC
Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney/Lorne, bondage - [info]telesilla, 2008-01-13 09:15 am UTC
Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney/Lorne, bondage - [info]helens78, 2008-01-11 04:06 am UTC
Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney/Lorne, bondage - [info]telesilla, 2008-01-13 09:15 am UTC
Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney/Lorne, bondage - [info]paian, 2008-01-11 06:43 am UTC
Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney/Lorne, bondage - [info]telesilla, 2008-01-13 09:16 am UTC
Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney/Lorne, bondage - [info]jrho, 2008-01-11 12:36 pm UTC
Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney/Lorne, bondage - [info]telesilla, 2008-01-13 09:17 am UTC
GetBackers, Ban/Ginji, we go together
[info]qem_chibati
2008-01-11 03:05 am UTC (link)
"Ban-chan" the familiar words are breathless against your ear. It drives you wild, with the want and need and the way his legs are wrapped around your waist, his hard on is pressed against your own and that tingle that travels across connecting you both.

You scrabble together for, more - deeper, more friction, a deeper kiss, just more Ginji wriggling all over you as you move in rhythm towards release.

Everyone knows that the GetBackers go together - that 'Ban-chan' will always come after Ginji.

But few know how well you really go together, how perfectly you fit together pieces of a puzzle.

No one can do this to Ginji - but you. You're sure that no one can find this as hot as you do, how his head tilts back and his voice cries out as he finds his release, as your hungry mouth mouth moves down his body.

This is better than a good dream - this is the getbackers, together in everything they do.

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Re: GetBackers, Ban/Ginji, we go together - [info]nanthimus, 2008-01-11 04:19 am UTC
Re: GetBackers, Ban/Ginji, we go together - [info]rosehiptea, 2008-01-11 08:17 am UTC
Final Fantasy VIII - Seifer/Zell - gloves
[info]nanthimus
2008-01-11 05:08 am UTC (link)
Leaning over him, Seifer panted as he rocked against Zell, forcing his cock deeper, hands tight on Zell’s hips. Zell whined, fingers scrabbling against the polished hard wood of the desk he was currently bent over.

“I can’t…” he trailed off, losing his balance. Seifer let go of his hips and, grateful for his taller form, blanketed Zell, taking hold of his hands and pinning them to the desk.

“Wow, Chickenwuss,” he muttered, slamming harder into Zell just to hear the indignant squawk turn into a pained cry. “You can’t even do this right, can you.”

“Oh fuck you, Alm-nnn!” Zell cried out, bowing so that his forehead rested against the desk. “Shit, yeah, just l-like that,” he babbled, words running together and slurring. “Mmmm, yeah, Almasy, c’mon…”

“Shut up, Dincht,” Seifer said, circling his hips, humping Zell with minute thrusts. “It’s bad enough that I’m fucking you of all people, I don’t want to have to listen to you.”

“Fuck off, you asshole,” Zell said, leaning up and casting a backwards glare at him. “I’m the only person here who-mmmmhh!” Seifer, already sick of hearing it, ripped his gloves off and shoved them in Zell’s mouth, holding a hand over his jaw so Zell couldn’t spit them out. Zell yelled around the gloves but his protests were muffled.

“That’s better,” Seifer said, hands wrapped over Zell’s mouth. He leaned back slowly, forcing Zell to arch his back sharply, fingers trailing over the desktop. Zell whimpered at the change of angle and Seifer smirked, pounding into him that much harder, snapping his hips forward to impale Zell on his cock.

“Y-Yeah,” he muttered, listened to Zell's strangled groans and feeling his own climax near. “That’s much better.”

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Re: Final Fantasy VIII - Seifer/Zell - gloves - [info]darkrose, 2008-01-11 06:15 am UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VIII - Seifer/Zell - gloves - [info]nanthimus, 2008-01-12 05:19 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]yayforjae, 2008-01-12 06:25 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]nanthimus, 2008-01-13 03:14 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]yayforjae, 2008-01-17 06:56 pm UTC
Stargate: SG-1, Ba'al/Vala, truth
[info]helens78
2008-01-11 07:24 am UTC (link)
Qetesh is screaming, angry and furious and fighting with all Vala's strength. Inside, watching from behind Qetesh's influence, Vala's pushing against Qetesh as hard as she can.

Give in. Give in, you bitch. Give in and let him fuck me.

It isn't up to Vala any more than it's up to Qetesh; Ba'al is stronger than Vala's body and Qetesh's mind put together. He forces her down, gets her on her back and pins both her wrists with one of his hands.

"You are going to die so many times before I'm through with you," Qetesh says. She jerks, pulling against Ba'al's grip on. Vala's body doesn't go anywhere.

"Do you know what I love about this?" Ba'al asks. He smiles down at her, and, oh, Vala's starting to love that smile. That smile and the smirk that goes along with it, and his teeth and the long lean golden planes of his body -- oh, yes, she wants this. "I love that you can fight against me until you start breaking your own fingers--" and he means it, Qetesh has done that more than once-- "and you're still wet."

He pushes his fingers inside her. Qetesh grits Vala's teeth together and struggles. Vala moans, though it doesn't make it out through Qetesh's voice. Rough, yes, oh Gods, be rough, please...

Mewling little whore, Qetesh spits, and Vala's sense of triumph just makes Qetesh snarl more. Qetesh seldom forms words in response to Vala's thoughts. It's a minor victory, but victory all the same.

Ba'al gets his fingers out of Vala's pussy and drags them across her mouth. Qetesh snaps at his fingers, but he's quick, and all that's left across Vala's mouth is the smear of her arousal, sticky and (disgusting) delicious against her lips. If Vala could move her tongue, she'd taste it, lick it up (like a good slave) and show Ba'al how she loves (cunt, all you are, just an open begging cunt for him to fuck) what he's doing to her.

You love it because I hate it, Qetesh snarls.

Then neither one of them's talking anymore, because Ba'al's shoved into her. Vala stops needling Qetesh and just takes it, pretending the involuntary flutter-and-clench of muscles around Ba'al's cock is deliberate, something she's choosing to do. Qetesh keeps fighting, keeps screaming, but Vala's nipples are hard and her breath is coming fast.

"Mine." And, oh, Ba'al smirks when he says it.

Qetesh spits at him and pants out "Never."

Always, Vala moans, riding out the pleasure as Ba'al's strokes get harder. Fiercer. He's doing this to hurt Qetesh, to humiliate her, and Qetesh was right, Vala loves it because Qetesh hates it, but it's more than that. Before all this, before Qetesh, back when she chose lovers because of what she wanted, she loved it this way: rough and cruel and selfish, pinned down and taken.

Ba'al's good, but he's not as good as he thinks he is. Vala's body's getting off on this because it's what she likes, not just because he's that bloody irresistible.

Gods. He's close, though.

No, she's close. Vala's close. Qetesh is fighting the orgasm as hard as she can, but she can't stop need and instinct from taking over, not when they've come this far.

Vala's body tenses, and despite Qetesh gritting Vala's teeth and squeezing Vala's eyes shut, Vala comes, clenching tight around Ba'al's cock, eyes leaking tears at the corners -- damn, that feels good, and the harder Qetesh fights it, the better it feels as it unravels them both.

Ba'al doesn't last much longer. He pushes in a few more times and then reaches his own climax, burying his face against her neck.

"Someday I'll kill you for this," Qetesh promises. "Both of you." Ba'al probably doesn't realize that "both of you" means Ba'al and Vala, not his Goa'uld and its host. Vala's heard the threat before, and right now she's too busy moaning and enjoying Ba'al's weight on her to give a damn.

"I don't think so," Ba'al murmurs. He licks the side of her neck, and Vala shivers, her body echoing the sensation. "But it's good to know you care."

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Re: Stargate: SG-1, Ba'al/Vala, truth - [info]wyomingnot, 2008-01-15 04:10 am UTC
Re: Stargate: SG-1, Ba'al/Vala, truth - [info]helens78, 2008-01-15 06:30 pm UTC
Avatar: The Last Airbender, Sokka/Toph, awkward
[info]rosehiptea
2008-01-11 08:21 am UTC (link)
I deleted my original comment only because I posted the wrong file: This is the same thing with the corrections in it. Sorry about that!

(It's not a porny as it could be and it's kind of fluffy but I see them that way. And it is sex? I hope in some way it satisfies, and in fact I'll call it...

"Satisfaction"


"Ow, my hair!" Sokka shouted.

"It's your fault for keeping it so damn long," muttered Toph.

"Just take your elbow off it already," he whimpered.

"Fine," she said evenly, getting off him and sitting on the side of the bed.

"I... I'm sorry," he said. Sex wasn’t supposed to turn out like this.

"You would think you'd never even done this before," said Toph a bit belligerently.

"Maybe that's because I haven't," he replied almost inaudibly.

"You're kidding!"

"No!"

"Not even with Suki?" she asked curiously.

"We never had enough time alone... and before you list any other names, not with them either, OK?"

"I'm surprised, that's all."

"Why?" he asked. "How many times have you done it?"

"None, but I'm younger than you."

"You're pretty aggressive for a girl who's never done it."

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Toph.

"I have no idea. Don't hit me. Please?" Sokka was starting to regret this, which was also not the way things were supposed to be.

"Do you want to finish this, or what?" she asked.

"Gee, you're so romantic," Sokka replied. "But... I mean... yeah. I like you, you know?"

"You don't mind me being aggressive?"

"Let's not get into that. And I think you being on top was a good idea, just..." He tied his hair back again.

"I think you need to put one knee there," he took her hand to show her the spot, "and one over here, and--"

Now he was staring up at a naked Toph again, which was a much better sight than he had ever predicted. And she was stroking him, and was aching, and he really couldn't keep talking.

She bent to kiss him. "Finish?" she whispered into his ear.

Sokka just whimpered, and then she sat up again. After a moment, he felt her pushing herself down onto him.

"Does it hurt?" he asked through the haze of new pleasure. She did seem to be smiling, so that was something.

"No... does it hurt you?"

He laughed weakly as she began to move.

"This isn't bad..." she said, dropping her hands to the bed for balance.

"Toph... I can't last much longer..."

He could feel himself on the edge even as he said it.

"It's OK. We'll have more time to practice."

He grabbed her waist just a little too hard as he thrust his hips and came inside her, grateful both for her words and for the fact that she wasn't fragile. With Toph, everything had a way of turning out well after all.



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Re: Avatar: The Last Airbender, Sokka/Toph, awkward - [info]nanthimus, 2008-01-11 05:00 pm UTC
Re: Avatar: The Last Airbender, Sokka/Toph, awkward - [info]rosehiptea, 2008-01-11 08:18 pm UTC
Phoenix Wright, Franziska von Karma/Maya Fey, that looks like it hurts
[info]rosehiptea
2008-01-11 01:54 pm UTC (link)
Mild BDSM. Established relationship is established.

Centerfold

After all this time Maya should have known better than to rummage through Franziska’s things, but she was above all a curious girl. But the magazines were still a surprise, and she was still staring almost cross-eyed at one of the classier ones when Franziska opened the bedroom door and caught her at it.

Maya didn’t bother trying to hide the magazine; there were four more on the bed proving that this wasn’t an accident. But she did start murmuring an apology as Franziska sat next to her.

“Well,” said Franziska. “You are a very foolish girl, to look at pictures that I did not mean you to see. And now what do you think?”

Maya pointed to the centerfold, a nude woman on her hands and knees with her hands tied behind her, a woman in a corset with a whip poised over her. “That looks like it hurts,” she said.

“Not if you do it right. Anyway, these are only actresses. Now put these away before I get angry.”

Maya crossed her hands over her chest. “I didn’t mean it didn’t look fun, just that it looks like it hurts.”

Franziska was putting the magazines away by herself, but when she heard that she turned around.

“Take that off,” she said, gesturing to Maya’s clothing, “and get on your hands and knees.”

Maya considered not obeying for approximately three seconds, then started stripping. Once she was facing the headboard, she waited.

“Don’t turn around,” said Franziska.

Maya felt a smooth rope on her wrists. Franziska’s breath was in her ear then. “If you want me to release you, you must say ‘courtroom,’ and then I will do it.”

“What if I just say no?” asked Maya.

“Do you really think you can say no to me?” asked Franziska.

Maya would have laughed, but she could already feel the whip trailing gently down her back.

“Does any of this hurt?” Franziska asked.

“No… not yet…” said Maya.

The whip snapped gently on her bare ass.

“Does that?”

“It sort of stings…” admitted Maya. Then she felt Franziska’s hand on her thigh, as the whip rubbed gently against her neck, and then she felt it snap against her back. Maya had thought this would be more amusing than arousing, but the idea of being ever more at Franziska’s mercy than usual was making her shiver after all.

“Move your hand,” she said.

“Tell me what you want,” Franziska demanded.

“I want you to touch me,” Maya replied.

“Where?”

“Where do you think?” asked Maya, wiggling her hips.

The whip stroked her ass, gently this time, making her even wetter.

“Say it,” insisted Franziska.

“My… my cunt,” said Maya softly. “Touch it.”

Then she felt a finger teasing her lower lips. “Like this?”

“More…”

“Like this then?” A finger tip slid just barely into her.

“I need… more…”

“Tell me what you need, then,”

Maya ineffectually tried to move her hands. “Anything you want, just…”

Two fingers slid into her cunt and she rocked back against them. “Yes… please…”

As she grew hotter Franziska added another finger. “Harder…” Maya whimpered. She heard the whip again but she barely even felt it. The Franziska’s other hand was on her clit, rubbing, finding the perfect spot that made her come hard every time. She breathed shallowly, trying not to even think the word “courtroom.”

“That’s it…” she said. Then the hands stopped moving, with Maya just on the edge, and she thought she would scream.

“Say it,” said Franziska’s voice again.

“Fuck me,” Maya whimpered, and then she felt Franziska’s fingers thrust hard, over and over. The hand on her clit moved until finally she felt the rush almost through her whole body, felt herself spasm, made some incoherent sound of release and satisfaction.

Then the rope was off, and Maya turned to see Franziska, giving her an inscrutable grin.

“Did it hurt?”

Maya just laughed. “What do you think? And how come you have all your clothes on?” she asked.

“Why not?” asked Franziska raising an eyebrow.

Maya grabbed at her, stroking her through the fabric of her trousers. “Because I think it’s time for me to put my face between your thighs until you’re the one begging me for more.”

Franziska looked serious. “I think that for once, perhaps you are right.”

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Re: Phoenix Wright, Franziska von Karma/Maya Fey, that looks like it hurts - [info]hector_rashbaum, 2008-01-11 05:26 pm UTC
Re: Phoenix Wright, Franziska von Karma/Maya Fey, that looks like it hurts - [info]rosehiptea, 2008-01-11 08:06 pm UTC
Re: Phoenix Wright, Franziska von Karma/Maya Fey, that looks like it hurts - [info]fidrich, 2008-01-11 08:33 pm UTC
Re: Phoenix Wright, Franziska von Karma/Maya Fey, that looks like it hurts - [info]rosehiptea, 2008-01-11 09:11 pm UTC
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, alien possession
[info]helens78
2008-01-11 05:15 pm UTC (link)
The door opens, and Rodney comes stumbling back in. John catches him before he can land on the floor; the door slams shut behind them.

"Hey," John says, easing them both down. "You okay?" It's a stupid question; of course he's not okay. He's been gone for almost 48 hours while John's been cooped up here with almost no food, very little water, and a bucket in the corner. Whatever they've been doing to him, it can't have been good.

Rodney's hands tighten on John's arms; he's panting. John just stays there, stays quiet; if Rodney wants to talk about it, he'll listen.

But then Rodney's hands move up, up to John's shoulders, to his neck, and Rodney leans forward, eyes closed, lips parted. His mouth lands on John's, and John grunts, startled. Rodney's kissing him. What the fuck?

"Rodney," John gets out, "what are you--" But Rodney's stronger than John expected, and he's pushing John onto his back. "Rodney--McKay. What the hell are you doing?"

Rodney flattens himself out over John's body and pins his arms down. John shifts, tries to roll, but he doesn't get anywhere.

Wait a minute.

"McKay, look at me."

Rodney tilts his head up, and John gets a look at his eyes. They're green. They glow.

"Shit," John says, struggling harder now. He can feel Rodney's cock against his thigh--the uniform pants they're both still wearing aren't enough to disguise it. Whatever's in Rodney's body, it wants John, and it's a hell of a lot stronger than Rodney is. Stronger than John is.

Rodney--no, not Rodney, the thing in Rodney--puts Rodney's forearm across John's chest and pins him down, then reaches between them and gets John's pants unfastened. John yelps as his pants and boxers come down and his ass scrapes against the floor, which was cold enough through his clothes, let alone up against his skin. He tries pushing against Rodney's forearm, tries again to get the thing in Rodney the hell off him, but he doesn't make it. It's like pushing against solid steel.

Rodney's hand goes exploring, passing over John's cock, his balls, past his balls and into his crack. John grunts as Rodney's fingers find his hole and start pushing at it, and he clenches tight. The thing in Rodney frowns--yeah, John thinks, I know the angle's bad, fuck you--but then he's rolling John over, pushing him onto his stomach.

John presses his face into the floor and tries to breathe. When Rodney's back, when they get this thing out of him, John hopes he doesn't remember any of this. It's not Rodney's fault. It's not Rodney doing this to him.

He gasps as the fucking alien thing in Rodney starts pushing Rodney's cock inside him. He clenches his teeth. If Rodney's there, John's damned if he wants Rodney having to hear, having to remember John saying no, goddamnit, stop. Having to remember John begging him not to do this. This is going to fuck with Rodney's head enough as it is.

Yeah, and your head's just fine, John snarls at himself.

It hurts, but it's Rodney--no, not Rodney, but Rodney's cock, Rodney's body, things John's wanted forever and never gotten to have. It's rough and dry and it burns, doing it this way, but it's not the first time John's been fucked with no prep and it won't be the last time, either. Rodney's clean and healthy and John's jerked off thinking about him pushing John down on all fours and fucking him; this isn't how he would've wanted it, he'd have wanted to at least say you wanna? and hear what? oh, God, yes first, but if this is what he's getting, then he'll close his eyes and fucking pretend.

The thing in Rodney doesn't last long. It comes with a stuttered groan--John hates it for that, for using Rodney's voice that way--and rolls away. John looks over and watches the green glow fade out of Rodney's eyes. After a few seconds, they're blue again.

He crawls the few inches it takes over to Rodney and puts an arm over Rodney's chest. Rodney's heart is going a mile a minute, and John squeezes him hard. "It's okay," John whispers. "It's okay. It's gonna be all right. I'm gonna get you out of here."

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Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, alien possession - [info]rosehiptea, 2008-01-11 09:22 pm UTC
Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, alien possession - [info]helens78, 2008-01-14 02:56 am UTC
Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, alien possession - [info]yayforjae, 2008-01-12 06:26 pm UTC
Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, alien possession - [info]helens78, 2008-01-14 02:57 am UTC
Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, alien possession - [info]badpenny, 2008-01-12 10:21 pm UTC
Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, alien possession - [info]helens78, 2008-01-14 02:59 am UTC
Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, alien possession - [info]telesilla, 2008-01-13 09:04 am UTC
Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, alien possession - [info]helens78, 2008-01-14 03:03 am UTC
Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, alien possession - (Anonymous), 2008-01-18 01:17 am UTC
Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, alien possession - [info]helens78, 2008-01-18 01:23 am UTC
"Silence Is..."; RPF, Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen, will you shut up already?
[info]ribby
2008-01-12 12:05 am UTC (link)
Silence Is...


Sean liked to think of himself as a patient, reasonable man. For the most part, he thought he managed. But every once in a while, that patience ran a little thin. Like now, for instance. Viggo had be nattering on about something--Sean had lost track (and, well, interest) about an hour ago--pretty much continuously all morning. Even if Sean *had* been interested, it was clear this was a monologue, not a dialogue.

"Vig." No break in the monologue.

"Viggo." Nothing, still.

"VIGGO!" Top of his lungs.

"Yes, Sean?" Said with perplexity, and a certain amusement.

"Will you shut up already? A man can't get a word in edgewise!"

"Make me." Full-on, mischievous Viggo grin.

Sean sighed, and put down his book. He stalked over to Viggo on the couch, and without a word, dropped to his knees, pulled down Viggo's sweats, and began to lick. A long swipe over the thin skin of a hipbone produced a stutter, but no break. Nibbling along the crease where thigh met torso got a gasp in the middle of a word... but Viggo resumed his monologue far too quickly for Sean's liking.

With a not-entirely-silent "hmph", Sean surveyed his territory. Hipbones shining wetly, a love-bite coming up over that thigh crease... and still Viggo talked. Time to bring out the big guns. He looked up and caught Viggo's eyes directly, cracked his knuckles, and flicked his tongue over his teeth. Ah, that got a more serious stutter. Good.

Viggo's cock had gone from soft to mostly-hard, but Sean, from long experience (Sean mentally *snerk*ed at the pun--maybe he'd share it with Viggo later if this worked), knew it would still all fit. So with no warning, he engulfed Viggo's cock entirely in his mouth--and swallowed.

The flow of words trailed off into a long garbled moan. Sean smiled around his mouthful (which, from the twitching he felt, was going to be more than a mouthful soon). Almost there. He backed off a little, then curled his tongue upwards to rub against the sensitive spot on the underside of the head. A purer moan, no words. Closer now. Just one more thing...

Sean slipped two fingers into his mouth, sucking them and, not coincidentally, stroking them along the underside of Viggo's cock. More groans, almost but not quite the word he wanted. He slipped slick fingers out and down, circling and teasing. The almost-word got clearer. One last rub with his tongue, then he backed off almost completely.

As Viggo caught his breath to complain, or whimper, or something, Sean simultaneously swallowed Viggo's length down his throat and pressed two slick fingers into Viggo's ass, curling to hit that spot.

"Aghhh....Seeeeaaaan..."

There, that was what he wanted. Sean murmured approval; which was apparently all Viggo needed... and after that, Sean was too much a gentleman to talk with his mouth full. And it was quite full, indeed. He pulled back just a little to catch the last spurts, then sighed contentedly, and slowly released Viggo's cock, patting it gently.

"Vig?" he queried softly.

A slow sigh was the only answer.

Sean smirked... mission accomplished. Silence reigned once more in the Bean-Mortensen household. And if Viggo got talkative again... well, even Viggo couldn't talk with his mouth full.

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Re: "Silence Is..."; RPF, Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen, will you shut up already? - [info]telesilla, 2008-01-12 01:20 am UTC
Re: "Silence Is..."; RPF, Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen, will you shut up already? - [info]ribby, 2008-01-12 01:24 am UTC
Re: "Silence Is..."; RPF, Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen, will you shut up already? - [info]telesilla, 2008-01-12 01:27 am UTC
Re: "Silence Is..."; RPF, Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen, will you shut up already? - [info]ribby, 2008-01-12 01:36 am UTC
Re: "Silence Is..."; RPF, Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen, will you shut up already? - [info]darkrose, 2008-01-12 01:28 am UTC
Re: "Silence Is..."; RPF, Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen, will you shut up already? - [info]telesilla, 2008-01-12 01:30 am UTC
Re: "Silence Is..."; RPF, Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen, will you shut up already? - [info]ribby, 2008-01-12 01:35 am UTC
lotrips ian/elijah, i think about the loveless fascination/leads you here despite your destination
[info]v_angelique
2008-01-12 01:57 am UTC (link)
"Fuck," Elijah moaned, arching his back and bringing his hand up, biting his fist. Ian knew Elijah wasn't there because of any particular attraction to his cast mate, and that he really shouldn't exploit the lad's curiosity, but he couldn't help himself. Despite Elijah's obvious attraction to another young actor on the set, Ian had a weakness for youth and beauty, and Elijah certainly exuded both of those qualities in spades.

"Fuck… oh Jesus… fuck me," Elijah gasped, and Ian smiled, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. Elijah bent so nicely, opened with such easy accommodation to his wishes as he drove his cock up into the boy's body.

"Ah! Shit, God… oh man, this is… fuck… this is surreal," Elijah muttered. Ian smiled and kept his hands on Elijah's shoulders, dipping his head to lick above Elijah's collarbone. The boy was a little too thin, but he didn't voice an objection. Elijah was the noisy one tonight, writhing now though he winced when his movements upset the balance and shifted Ian's cock inside of him, altering the stretch in a way Ian suspected might be rather unpleasant.

"Fucking… God, you're fucking big," Elijah groaned, and Ian laughed. "What?" Elijah asked, indignantly. "You are… huge, Jesus. I thought… well I mean… for an old guy."

Ian raised an eyebrow and pulled out halfway, slammed in again hard just to make a point.

"Fuck!" Elijah shouted, loud enough to wake the neighbours had Ian had any. "I didn't mean an insult, I just… I figured it shrunk when you got older, you know, with the Viagra commercials…"

Ian smiled and bent and sampled Elijah's left nipple, enjoying the squirming Elijah did and the way he bucked and stretched underneath him, his small hands sliding up to grip the headboard.

"You're… not what I thought you'd be," Elijah admitted breathily, his eyes wide and honest.

Ian smiled.

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Re: lotrips ian/elijah, i think about the loveless fascination/leads you here despite your destinati - [info]absolutefiction, 2008-01-12 02:59 am UTC
Re: lotrips ian/elijah, i think about the loveless fascination/leads you here despite your destinati - [info]v_angelique, 2008-01-12 03:04 am UTC
Re: lotrips ian/elijah, i think about the loveless fascination/leads you here despite your destinati - [info]absolutefiction, 2008-01-12 03:06 am UTC
Re: lotrips ian/elijah, i think about the loveless fascination/leads you here despite your destinati - [info]rosehiptea, 2008-01-12 06:11 pm UTC
Re: lotrips ian/elijah, i think about the loveless fascination/leads you here despite your destinati - [info]sophinisba, 2008-01-12 08:27 pm UTC
Re: lotrips ian/elijah, i think about the loveless fascination/leads you here despite your destinati - [info]sweetsorcery, 2008-01-14 07:43 pm UTC
RPF: Gerard Way/Frank Iero, tattoos
[info]lisaroquin
2008-01-12 04:06 am UTC (link)
Tracing--Gerard/Frank, tattoos

Quiet Frank could manage if he had to, and unless they wanted everyone bitching, they had to. Especially from Mikey, who had made a point of shoving in the earbuds to his ipod before he crawled into his bunk with his sidekick. Shoving. Hard enough that Gerard winced for his brother's poor ears. Mikey and Ray had yet to forgive them for the week before, but hell they had thought they were alone on the bus...

Still was a bit more difficult for Frank and maneuvering in a bunk was about a lost cause, even with as little as Frank was. Two more nights and they'd have a hotel night.

Gerard arched his head back as Frank nipped at his collar bone, his fingers tracing the lines of the intricate design on Frank's chest by memory, or close enough for the moment, moving downward, the muscles of Frank's stomach quivered as Gerard's fingers trailed over about where the left sparrow should be.

"Gee," Frank breathed in Gerard's ear, his fingers closed around Gerard's cock and slowly began stroking.

A

Frank hissed as Gerard's hand ghosted near his cock, not quite touching.

N "Two nights and I'll be tracing these with my tongue," Gerard managed to whisper, just barely, Frank knew exactly, exactly what felt the best. Frank's hand and the thought of how Frank would react, the sounds he would make when Gerard got the chance to do just that...

D

Frank twisted his hand just right and Gerard groaned. A drumstick bounced off the closed bunk curtain.

"Shh" Frank panted. "Gee.."

Gerard's hand closed around Frank. He's close, so close and his wrist isn't going to like this angle at all for long, but that doesn't matter because Frank's as close as he is. Gerard turned his head and pressed his face into the pillow to stifle the groan as he comes. Frank's teeth sunk into Gerard's arm with a strangled sound.

"Two more nights," Gerard promised and kissed Frank.

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Re: RPF: Gerard Way/Frank Iero, tattoos - [info]salixbabylon, 2008-01-13 06:51 pm UTC
Re: RPF: Gerard Way/Frank Iero, tattoos - [info]lisaroquin, 2008-01-13 11:42 pm UTC
3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Dan, responsibility and not
[info]yayforjae
2008-01-12 07:11 pm UTC (link)
It's been - Christ - it's been so long since someone has even gotten this close to him. At first it wasn't a problem, him not having a leg, but it was like the wound kept growing and growing, and he hasn't been touched since before the drought and the debt. To be touched and by him- Wade's searching hands drag over the bumps of his ribs, over the knobs of his spine, barely skimming across the sensitive skin. It's rapidly growing to be not enough, and at last Dan finds his voice, rasping and shaking, "Wade-"

"Ben," the outlaw corrects and then chuckles. "Damn, Dan, how much closer do we need to get?"

There's a promise in that question and Dan buries his face in one of the lacy pillows to block it out. But when Wade - Ben - pries his hips up and shoves his pants down and - oh God - closes a hand around his hard and aching cock, Dan twists his head to gasp. Ben pulls him onto his side and then presses against Dan's back, rubbing his chin along his shoulder, and holds fast.

"This is crazy - Fucking crazy. Wade, you can't-" He doesn't struggle, but Ben's grip loosens. "I gotta bring you in- My ranch- It's my responsibility- Wade-"

"Ben, Dan." The fingers around Dan's cock tighten again and Dan sobs. "Ben. Say it."

"Fuck, Wade-"

"Ben." He strokes and Dan almost comes right then. "Say it."

Dan can't say anything because the feel of Ben's hands on him is making him drunk and crazy and desperate. Ben's so warm - hot and burning like fire or sun - and Dan's been so damn cold lately. Ben's mouth is on him, scraping at the back of his neck, and it's impossible how Christ - God - fuck good it feels. And his cock - whatever Ben's doing to that, to him - pulling, rubbing, caressing -

He comes with a strangled cry, a flood of pleasure so sharp that his spine arches and knees bend and heart bruises his ribs. He can't move, can't breath until it's all out. When he's done and shivering, he has to blink to clear his eyes and head. In his ear, Ben laughs, low and throaty. "Told ya we'd be getting close," he murmurs, and then pulls his wet, slick fingers away from Dan's cock and drags them up Dan's hip. "Ready, Dan?" Dan can't answer, but Ben doesn't wait, anyway. He pushes, pushes in, and holds him down as Dan shakes. He shakes, but he still doesn't struggle; he trusts him, this goddamn outlaw, and maybe even - he maybe even - maybe even wants him. "All right, Dan," Ben's voice is gentle, coaxing, soft, while his fingers probe, open, stretch. He presses something and Dan gasps and his cock twitches. "Christ, I wish I could see your eyes-"

He pulls out his fingers; Dan's groan is cut off when Ben thrusts in. He makes fists in the sheets, grabbing handfuls and twisting. The intensity of the the feeling - of all the feelings: the thrusts, Ben's hands on his hips, the flicker of tongue and teeth on his back, the strain of his muscles - raises his cock again and he almost weeps in gratitude when Ben finds it and wraps his sticky fingers along Dan's length.

Ben leans into him, presses him into the mattress, presses his breath out, but that just adds to the sensation of it all. He's gonna go mad if he isn't already- The heat of Ben, inside and around him, is so good, better than and worth hell. He can't hold onto the pleasure for long - it's too much for him to fight against - and he comes again, with a grunt and a gasp, "Ben."

"Fucking finally," comes the groaned response.

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Re: 3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Dan, responsibility and not - [info]the_reverand, 2008-01-13 01:49 am UTC
Re: 3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Dan, responsibility and not - [info]yayforjae, 2008-01-14 01:53 am UTC
Re: 3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Dan, responsibility and not - [info]helens78, 2008-01-16 04:06 am UTC
Re: 3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Dan, responsibility and not - [info]yayforjae, 2008-01-17 07:18 pm UTC
Re: 3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Dan, responsibility and not - [info]helens78, 2008-01-17 08:58 pm UTC
Re: 3:10 to Yuma, Ben/Dan, responsibility and not - [info]yayforjae, 2008-01-17 11:27 pm UTC
"Rebellion," Valkyrie Profile: Silmeria, Arngrim/Hrist, BDSM, You let me desecrate you
[info]laylah
2008-01-12 08:45 pm UTC (link)
There is no honor in allowing this to happen. Hrist wonders if Silmeria thought of that, too, if she cared -- if she found it appealing, even, if it was the reason for her outrageous liaison. If anyone, save another valkyrie, could possibly see this for what it is.

She keeps her eyes closed, not even trying to see under the edges of the blindfold. There would be no point to that. She was the one who wanted it. He was the one who chose to bind her hands -- behind her back, as though she were a criminal going to the gallows -- and Hrist clenches her fists so tight they shake, so that she will not break the leather thongs and pull free when Arngrim takes a fist full of her hair and drags her down by it, so that she staggers and sinks ungracefully to her knees.

"Even a god likes to get dirty sometimes, huh?" he says.

"Damn you," Hrist spits. He was rough with her when he believed her mortal, but this is more than roughness, as if he could prove something by being cruel enough. As if she could prove something by letting him.

"You already did," Arngrim says, the metal of his belt buckle clinking.

Hrist bites her tongue not to argue -- what she did to him was an honor, and he repays her like this? And he dares accuse her of arrogance?

"Here," he says. "See if you can make it up to me."

Fury spikes in Hrist's veins sharper and hotter than Odin's mead, enough to make her dizzy with its intensity, but for all that she still parts her lips, still doesn't break her bonds when Arngrim takes her mouth. She chokes on his length, on the raw, earthy scent of a mortal man's sweat, and the easy violence of his thrusts makes her ache, makes her feel swollen and slick between her thighs even when the anger will not abate. No man should treat a god like this. But he has no fear of her, and she does not stop him.

He should speak, now, should tell her all these things she is thinking. He should call her the harlot she plays. But he does this for his own satisfaction, not hers, and holds his tongue. Even when he spends in her mouth, he scarcely makes a sound -- she almost does not hear him, as she coughs, sputters -- and he does not release her, does not withdraw until she has swallowed his seed. He is bitter on the back of her tongue.

Arngrim hauls her to her feet with the same careless grip on her hair, and Hrist snarls despite herself. She stumbles, and he pulls her close against his chest.

"Not bad," he says. "You surrender pretty easily for someone so proud, don't you?"

"What would you know?" Hrist asks. She should stop this now. He's gotten what he wants, and she's had her act of --

Only Arngrim's other hand pushes between her legs, through the slit in her skirt, to grab her there, the heel of his hand pressed against her flesh and his callused fingers sinking into her easily on her slickness. The moan tears free from Hrist's throat despite her clenched teeth, and at that, finally, Arngrim growls back. He is as relentless in giving her pleasure as he was in taking it, holding her tight against him and thrusting roughly inside her. It is a raw, angry pleasure he offers her, drawing ragged protests from her that she cannot find the self-control to silence. She turns her head, bites down on the broad muscle of his chest, the taste of leather against her tongue as he brings her to climax -- out of defiance, it must be, out of rebellion, as much as her willingness to submit to a mortal in the first place.

She pulls away from him as soon as she's sure she will be steady on her feet, and the leather thongs snap when she gives them one good tug. When she pulls the blindfold from her eyes, Arngrim is watching her, eyes narrowed in the same angry, mistrustful expression he had when she first brought him to Valhalla.

"So that was just a game to you, huh?" he says.

Hrist lets him see her massaging away the rawness in her wrists. "Nothing that I do is a game," she says. She turns her back. She owes him no explanation.

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Re: "Rebellion," Valkyrie Profile: Silmeria, Arngrim/Hrist, BDSM, You let me desecrate you - [info]wallwalker, 2008-01-12 11:29 pm UTC
Re: "Rebellion," Valkyrie Profile: Silmeria, Arngrim/Hrist, BDSM, You let me desecrate you - [info]laylah, 2008-01-12 11:35 pm UTC
Re: "Rebellion," Valkyrie Profile: Silmeria, Arngrim/Hrist, BDSM, You let me desecrate you - [info]sheffiesharpe, 2008-01-13 02:58 am UTC
Re: "Rebellion," Valkyrie Profile: Silmeria, Arngrim/Hrist, BDSM, You let me desecrate you - [info]laylah, 2008-01-13 03:32 am UTC
Fullmetal Alchemist: Archer/Roy, insubordination
[info]badpenny
2008-01-12 11:07 pm UTC (link)
Mustang, predictably, does not knock when he returns to Archer's office. "Recall Fullmetal."

Archer turns from the window. "No."

Mustang scowls and raises his hand, making a point of displaying the array stitched on the back of his glove. "Recall him, Archer."

"Don't forget," Archer says smoothly, drawing his gun. "I have been given command of this operation."

Mustang tenses. Archer doesn't give him a chance to settle on any of the thoughts scurrying in his eyes. "Remove your gloves, colonel. Place them on the desk."

For a moment, Archer thinks Mustang will refuse. He's not certain he can squeeze off a shot before Mustang can use his alchemy, but Archer doesn't let his doubt show. And after a few painful heartbeats, Mustang obeys, his mouth pressed into a thin, bloodless line.

"Now strip." It's not the order Archer intended to give, but once it's out, Archer can't imagine any other.

Mustang clenches his jaw. "You can't...no."

"I have the Crimson Alchemist at my disposal. He can be ordered to go after your men."

It's a dangerous bluff. Archer's hold on the Crimson Alchemist is tenuous, and if Mustang suspects the reason Archer posted a guard at Crimson's door is to keep the man in...

But Mustang doesn't suspect. His hands tremble as he unbuttons his jacket. He closes his eyes and finishes the task as if he can pretend he's alone.

He doesn't open his eyes once he's naked. Archer is somewhat disappointed. He had hoped for anger, but instead Mustang looks resigned, his arms loose at his sides, his breath deliberately even.

Well, that will change. Archer gathers up Mustang's gloves and moves out from behind the desk. Mustang doesn't open his eyes, but he tenses as Archer approaches, flinches as Archer circles behind him.

Archer pulls on Mustang's gloves. He's somewhat surprised to find them unlined, the ignition cloth rough on his skin. He'd always considered Mustang the kind of man who needed a barrier between him and his alchemy, but there's no way Mustang can be anything but acutely aware of the sparks he creates with each snap of his fingers. It's almost impressive.

He steps closer and presses his gun into the small of Mustang's back. "We will come to an understanding, colonel," Archer says, running his hand over the sharp line of Mustang's hip.

Mustang hisses and starts to jerk away, but Archer moves with him, sliding his hand down to Mustang's cock. The helpless mew Mustang makes is as satisfying as the way Mustang tenses then holds perfectly still.

Perfectly still except for his hardening cock as Archer strokes him. Archer's not gentle, and the ease he has in bringing Mustang fully erect makes him wonder how often Mustang masturbates with his gloves...and how it feels. The friction of the ignition cloth against Archer's palm is certainly enticing, almost as enticing the way Mustang fights his own pleasure.

Archer leans in close. "Liore is my command." He scrapes his thumb over the head of Mustang's cock, relishing Mustang's strangled cry. "Do you understand, colonel?"

Mustang tilts his head back and bites down on his lip. He thrusts into Archer's hand, choking back his whimpers.

Archer presses his gun more firmly into Mustang's back. He slides his thumb over the head of Mustang's cock again. "I asked if you understood."

"Yes," Mustang says between clenched teeth, and Archer can tell he's close to coming.

Archer releases him and steps back. The muzzle of his gun has left an imprint on Mustang's back, one that will bruise. Archer smiles. He holsters his gun, strips off Mustang's gloves, drops them on the floor as he strides back behind his desk.

"Good." He sits, smirking at the sight of Mustang, flushed and panting and hard as sin, glaring at him. "You're dismissed, colonel."

Mustang growls and dresses quickly. Archer waits until Mustang leaves before unbuttoning his trousers. He's hard from the encounter, and unlike Mustang, he'll have a satisfying conclusion.

Next time -- and, oh, Archer will make sure there's a next time -- he'll let Mustang keep the gloves. He closes his eyes and imagines it's Mustang, naked save for the gloves and kneeling before him, jerking him off. Archer can almost feel the scrape of the ignition cloth. Almost is enough to make him come.

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Re: Fullmetal Alchemist: Archer/Roy, insubordination - [info]rosehiptea, 2008-01-13 03:23 am UTC
Re: Fullmetal Alchemist: Archer/Roy, insubordination - [info]badpenny, 2008-01-13 05:34 pm UTC
Re: Fullmetal Alchemist: Archer/Roy, insubordination - [info]dreamdweller, 2008-01-13 05:02 pm UTC
Re: Fullmetal Alchemist: Archer/Roy, insubordination - [info]badpenny, 2008-01-13 05:46 pm UTC
RPF, Elijah/anyone, "I can't lie on this bed anymore / it burns my skin / You can take the truth
[info]v_angelique
2008-01-13 02:16 am UTC (link)
Andy brushed his teeth so hard the gums bled every night of the following week, as some sort of penance, some retribution for what had happened on Saturday night. When Lorraine washed his clothing, she made an effort not to comment on the number of sweats in the pile, or the number of beer bottles when she took out the trash. The kids were less subtle – "Daddy, why are you frowny face all the time?" – but he could handle them. What he couldn't handle was the niggling feeling in the back of his mind, the doubt. What the fuck had happened? What the fuck?

"Kiss me," Elijah had groaned, all pretty and blue eyes and pale skin and like a twelve year old girl if you'd just had seven beers and squinted hard enough. Fucking premiere. Fucking kid in fucking London, and he hated it. He didn't want a reminder of Fellowship camaraderie, of New Zealand, of the thirty seconds in which he'd questioned his sexuality.

"C'mon, Andrew. Do you like me?"

Andy had muttered a response, please thank you yes I think you're beautiful now just put your hand on my fucking cock, all right? He could say the right things, sure, he could say the right things if it meant he got off but Andy hadn't been this selfish in years, wife and kids had toned him down and now this fucking child was making him regress.

"Tell me what you like."

"You," he'd muttered, unable to look into those open, honest eyes, unable to do anything but spit the lines and close his eyes and groan at the small fist around his cock. That fucking kid could make the Dali Lama kneel, he could, but all Andy did was lean against a brick wall and let Elijah Wood jerk him off and now he'd never see a pretty young lad the same way again.

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Re: RPF, Elijah/anyone, "I can't lie on this bed anymore / it burns my skin / You can take the truth - [info]cesare, 2008-01-13 05:35 am UTC
Re: RPF, Elijah/anyone, "I can't lie on this bed anymore / it burns my skin / You can take the truth - [info]v_angelique, 2008-01-13 06:00 am UTC
Re: RPF, Elijah/anyone, "I can't lie on this bed anymore / it burns my skin / You can take the truth - [info]absolutefiction, 2008-01-13 07:54 am UTC
Re: Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, alien possession - [info]telesilla, 2008-01-13 09:05 am UTC
RPF, Jason Isaacs/Bill Fichtner, filthy mouth
[info]darkrose
2008-01-13 09:00 am UTC (link)
As soon as Bill opened the door, Jason stepped inside and started unbuttoning his shirt.

"I've been thinking about having your cock in my mouth all day," he said conversationally. "On my knees, undoing your belt and taking the zip of your jeans down with my teeth...." He shoved his own jeans down slowly, letting Bill get a good look at his ass.

"Yeah?" Bill didn't move when Jason stepped behind him and slid a hand under his t-shirt.

"Oh, yeah," Jason murmured, licking the curve of his ear. "Take you in my mouth and suck, just the head and first and then all the way down until I'm choking a little, then backing off, because I won't want you to come yet."

Bill tilted his head back and hissed through clenched teeth. Jason was fucking good at this, and he knew damn well how hot each filthy, perverted word sounded in his perfect Central-trained Received Standard.

Jason slid to his knees and unfastened Bill's belt, though he ended up having to use his fingers on the fly. "I love the way you taste," he whispered, breath hot against Bill's dick. "I could do this all fucking day, maybe shoving a couple of fingers up your ass--you always make the most amazing noises when I do that...."

Bill let out a slow, shuddering breath as he felt Jason's fingers sliding around the curve of his ass, squeezing hard. "Fuck, Jason...."

"Later," Jason promised. "First, though, I'm going to make you come in my mouth. Then after I've swallowed everything, I'll push you down on the bed and fuck you into the mattress."

"Think you can?" Bill grinned down at Jason and cupped the back of his head in one hand. "I think you've been making a lot of promises. Let's see if that mouth of yours can live up to them."

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Re: RPF, Jason Isaacs/Bill Fichtner, filthy mouth - [info]telesilla, 2008-01-13 09:06 am UTC
Re: RPF, Jason Isaacs/Bill Fichtner, filthy mouth - [info]helens78, 2008-01-13 05:06 pm UTC
Re: RPF, Jason Isaacs/Bill Fichtner, filthy mouth - (Anonymous), 2008-01-13 11:06 pm UTC
Re: RPF, Jason Isaacs/Bill Fichtner, filthy mouth - [info]zillah975, 2008-01-14 03:10 am UTC
Dude, Where's My Handcuffs? RPF, Joe Flanigan/Jason Momoa/David Hewlett, road trip
[info]telesilla
2008-01-13 09:01 am UTC (link)

Dude, Where's My Handcuffs?

The hotel room is cheap and at the end of the row of rooms. Joe barely has time to look around before Jason is shoving him down on the bed, hard. Behind them, Joe hears David digging through one of the bags. "Where...oh there they are."

Before Joe can ask just what it is that David's pulled out of his bag of tricks, Jason's yanking his arms behind his back. "Hand them...thanks," he says, and Joe grins just a little as Jason buckles the cuffs around his writs.

While Jason moves down, pulling Joe's boots and socks off before dealing with his jeans, David appears at the head of the bed. "How're you doing?" he asks, unbuttoning his cargo pants.

David's going commando and Joe has to swallow before he can answer. "I'm fucking desperate, what the hell do you think?"

"Bitch bitch bitch," Jason says, and Joe can hear his zipper as he gets undressed. "Shut him up, would you?"

Knowing what's coming, Joe braces himself, but it still hurts when David reaches out and grabs a handful of his hair, tugging him into David's lap. Joe's mouth goes open almost automatically and he actually pulls against David's grip to get at his cock. David, of course, starts to laugh at him, but the laugh turns into a heartfelt groan as Joe goes down on him, cheeks hollowing out as he sucks hard.

"Fuck," David gasps.

"Nice," Jason says. Joe had almost forgotten about him, but once Jason reaches down and pushes on the plug, Joe's all too aware of his presence. He can't help wriggling just a little and Jason rewards him with a smack on the ass. "Think I should take this out?" he asks.

"Be hard to...goddamn...fuck him if you don't...Jesus Joe, don't forget to breathe."

Joe wriggles again, hoping Jason will take that as encouragement. Jason smacks him again, but after that, he tugs on the plug and Joe spreads his legs and grunts around David's dick as Jason pulls it out. David had put it in Joe at their last stop for gas and now that it's gone, Joe feels empty.

The feeling doesn't last for long; Jason manhandles Joe into a better position and then pushes into him with one long, hard thrust. Joe arches into it as best he can, forgetting what he's supposed to be doing with his mouth until David tugs at his hair to remind him.

This is exactly what he needed, Joe thinks as Jason settles into a hard rhythm behind him, a rhythm Joe mirrors over David's dick. When they'd shut down for hiatus, it had been Jason who suggested a road trip, something mindless to take their minds off the worries about whether or not they'd be back for another season, but it had been David who'd grinned and said: "I'll bring the toys."

-end-

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Re: Dude, Where's My Handcuffs? RPF, Joe Flanigan/Jason Momoa/David Hewlett, road trip - [info]incidental_fire, 2008-01-13 04:55 pm UTC
Re: Dude, Where's My Handcuffs? RPF, Joe Flanigan/Jason Momoa/David Hewlett, road trip - [info]telesilla, 2008-01-14 10:21 am UTC
Re: Dude, Where's My Handcuffs? RPF, Joe Flanigan/Jason Momoa/David Hewlett, road trip - [info]helens78, 2008-01-13 05:07 pm UTC
Re: Dude, Where's My Handcuffs? RPF, Joe Flanigan/Jason Momoa/David Hewlett, road trip - [info]telesilla, 2008-01-14 10:26 am UTC
Re: Dude, Where's My Handcuffs? RPF, Joe Flanigan/Jason Momoa/David Hewlett, road trip - [info]jrho, 2008-01-13 08:11 pm UTC
Re: Dude, Where's My Handcuffs? RPF, Joe Flanigan/Jason Momoa/David Hewlett, road trip - [info]telesilla, 2008-01-14 10:27 am UTC

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