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JL Sigman ([info]jlsigman) wrote in [info]porn_battle,
@ 2009-09-09 06:44:00

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Entry tags:prompts, round eight

PROMPTS: 0-9 to D

.hack//Games, Balmung/Elk, I'm going to hell for this
2 Fast 2 Furious, Brian/Verone, gun
2 Fast 2 Furious, Brian/Verone, restraints
24, Chloe O'Brian/ Morris O'Brian, morning
24, Jack Bauer/ Renee Walker, gratitude
24, Jack Bauer/ Tony Almeida, over
3:10 To Yuma, Ben Wade/Charlie Prince, beginnings
3:10 To Yuma, Ben Wade/Dan Evans, "Been looking for you. Been waiting for you"
3:10 To Yuma, Ben Wade/Dan Evans, another path
3:10 To Yuma, Ben Wade/Dan Evans, in this life
3:10 To Yuma, Ben Wade/Dan Evans, jail break
3:10 To Yuma, Ben Wade/Dan Evans, Mexico
3:10 To Yuma, Ben Wade/Dan Evans, once a cheater, always a cheater
3:10 To Yuma, Ben Wade/Dan Evans, Once a Thief
3:10 To Yuma, Ben Wade/Dan Evans, rain cloud
3:10 To Yuma, Ben Wade/Dan Evans, stacked deck
3:10 To Yuma, Charlie Prince/Ben Wade/Dan Evans, willing to share
3:10 To Yuma, Charlie Prince/Dan Evans, mine first
3:10 To Yuma, Charlie Prince/Dan Evans, waiting for Ben
3:10 To Yuma, Dan Evans/Alice Evans, better days
3:10 To Yuma, Velvet/Emmy, unforgettable
4400 The, Tom/Jordan, phone sex


Ace Attorney, Apollo/Vera,chords of steel
Ace Attorney, Apollo/Vera,comfort
Ace Attorney, Apollo/Vera,finger painting
Ace Attorney, Apollo/Vera,magic
Across the Universe Jude/Max, "I didn't realize I was waiting for you"
Across the Universe Jude/Max, Canada
Across the Universe Jude/Max, missing you
Across the Universe Jude/Max, Rolling Stones
Across the Universe Jude/Max, saved
Across the Universe Jude/Max, together
Alias, Sark/Vaughn, cooperation
Alias, Sark/Vaughn, fondness
Alias, Sark/Vaughn, reunion
Alias, Sark/Vaughn, smirk
Alias, Sark/Vaughn, snark
Alias, Sark/Will, bound
Alias, Sark/Will, identity
Alias, Sark/Will, spread-eagled
Alias, Sark/Will, Taipei
Alias, Sark/Will, torture
American Born Chinese, Jin/Wei-chen, before you go too far
Angel, Illyria/Angel(us), I ruled this world once
Angel, Illyria/Gunn, I brought you forth from hell, I can take you back
Angel, Illyria/Jasmine, there's 2 of us, don't tell, they'd banish us you know
Angel, Illyria/Spike, pet
Angel, Illyria/Wesley, you're not her
Angel, Jasmine/Angel, price
Angel, Sam Ryan/Jack (from the episode 'Provider'), first
Animamundi: Dark Alchemist, Georik/Dashwood, no happy endings
Animamundi: Dark Alchemist, Georik/Mikhail, I'll follow you down
Anne of Green Gables, Anne/Ruby, face
Another Country, Bennett/Fowler, bite
Another Country, Bennett/Fowler, cane
Another Country, Bennett/Fowler, order
Another Country, Bennett/Fowler, uniform
Another Country, Judd/Fowler, sarcasm
Apt Pupil, Todd/Dussander, corruption
Archie, Reggie/Betty, not just second place
Arslan Senki (Heroic Legend of Arislan), Arislan/Daryoon - Arislan is not as innocent as he seems
Arslan Senki (Heroic Legend of Arislan), Narsus/Arislan - coming of age, Narsus teaching Arislan other things than strategy and politics
Arslan Senki (Heroic Legend of Arislan), Narsus/Arislan/Daryoon - private victory celebration
Atonement, Briony/Lola, play
Atonement, Briony/Robbie, dream
Avatar the Last Airbender, Aang/Katara, Blow
Avatar the Last Airbender, Aang/Katara, Girls are weird
Avatar the Last Airbender, Azula/Haru, bedrock
Avatar the Last Airbender, Azula/Mai, claim
Avatar the Last Airbender, Bato/Hakoda, possessive
Avatar the Last Airbender, Bato/Ozai, scar-worship
Avatar the Last Airbender, Chan/Ruon-Jian, friends forever
Avatar the Last Airbender, Hahn/Sokka, push and pull
Avatar the Last Airbender, Hahn/Yue/Sokka, twilight
Avatar the Last Airbender, Hakoda/Ozai, ashes
Avatar the Last Airbender, Haru/Katara, harvest season
Avatar the Last Airbender, Haru/Teo, miss the ground
Avatar the Last Airbender, Haru/Ty Lee, auras
Avatar the Last Airbender, Iroh/Ozai, caging the firebird
Avatar The Last Airbender, Iroh/Toph, feeling things out
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Haru, spring
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Katara, author’s choice
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Katara, grass
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Katara, hammock
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Katara, the scent of the forest
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Toph, earthquake
Avatar the Last Airbender, Katara/Hahn, brushing hair
Avatar the Last Airbender, Katara/Sokka, snow and ice
Avatar the Last Airbender, Mai/Katara, steel
Avatar the Last Airbender, Mai/Zuko, kiss it better
Avatar the Last Airbender, Ozai/Zhao, a matter of pride
Avatar the Last Airbender, Pakku/Jeong Jeong, freeze
Avatar the Last Airbender, Piandao/Jeong Jeong, cut
Avatar the Last Airbender, Smellerbee/Longshot, broken
Avatar the Last Airbender, Sokka/Haru, mud
Avatar the Last Airbender, Sokka/Jet, liar
Avatar the Last Airbender, Song/Azula, willow
Avatar the Last Airbender, Song/Jet, flirt
Avatar the Last Airbender, Teo/Aang, trickster wind
Avatar the Last Airbender, Teo/Toph, remember
Avatar the Last Airbender, the Boulder/Haru, muscles
Avatar the Last Airbender, Toph/Haru, iron
Avatar the Last Airbender, Ty Lee/Mai, flexible
Avatar the Last Airbender, Yue/Hahn, moonstop
Avatar the Last Airbender, Zhao/Zuko, drowning
Avatar the Last Airbender, Zuko/Jet, spark
Avatar the Last Airbender, Zuko/Katara, Dragon
Avatar the Last Airbender, Zuko/Katara, Like fire and ice
Avatar the Last Airbender, Zuko/Katara, Silks
Avatar the Last Airbender, Zuko/Sokka, capture
Avatar the Last Airbender, Zuko/Song, mending
Avatar the Last Airbender, Zuko/Ty Lee, delight
Axis Powers Hetalia, America/England, chains
Axis Powers Hetalia, Austria/Hungary/Prussia, boots


Baccano!, Claire/Firo, blowing off steam
Baccano!, Claire/Firo, bottoming from the top
Baccano!, Claire/Firo/Luck, strip poker
Baccano!, Graham Spector/Jacuzzi Splot, talking during sex; dirty talk
Baccano!, Luck/Eve, brushing her hair
Baccano!, Luck/Eve, embracing her inner Mafia princess
Baccano!, Luck/Eve, trust
Back to the Future, Biff/Lorraine, someday
Batman, Jason Todd/Stephanie Brown, Jason wants to know all about the new Batgirl.
Batman, Jason Todd/Stephanie Brown, Two former dead Robins walk into a bar
Batman, Tim Drake/Stephanie Brown, Robin fetish.
Batman, Tim Drake/Stephanie Brown, Sex pollen.
Battlestar Galactica (2003), Boomer/Ellen, created
Battlestar Galactica (2003), Kara/Leoban, pursuit
Battlestar Galactica (2003), Kara/Sam, shower
Battlestar Galactica, Boomer/Gaeta, light
Battlestar Galactica, CapricaSix/Boomer, dreams, reunion
Beast Wars, Depth Charge/TMII Dinobot, fierce
Beast Wars, Depth Charge/TMII Dinobot, vengeance
Beast Wars, Depth Charge/TMII Dinobot, wrong
Beast Wars, Megatron/Optimus Primal, corrupt
Beast Wars, Megatron/Optimus Primal, history repeated
Beast Wars, Megatron/Optimus Primal, imprisoned
Beast Wars, Megatron/Optimus Primal, literature
Beast Wars, Megatron/Optimus Primal, madness
Beast Wars, Megatron/Optimus Primal, revolution
Beast Wars, Megatron/Optimus Primal, weakness
Beast Wars, Rhinox/Optimus Primal, androgyny
Beast Wars, Rhinox/Optimus Primal, angry
Beast Wars, Rhinox/Optimus Primal, kama sutra
Beast Wars, Rhinox/Optimus Primal, tech
Beast Wars, Rhinox/Optimus Primal, understated
Beast Wars, Rhinox/Optimus Primal/Dinobot, bite
Beast Wars, Rhinox/Optimus Primal/Dinobot, control
Beast Wars, Rhinox/Optimus Primal/Dinobot, flowers
Beast Wars, Rhinox/Optimus Primal/Dinobot, trust
Beast Wars, Rhinox/Optimus Primal/Dinobot, warriors
Beast Wars, Silverbolt/Blackarachnia, darkness
Beast Wars, Silverbolt/Blackarachnia, depth
Beast Wars, Silverbolt/Blackarachnia, flight
Beast Wars, Silverbolt/Blackarachnia, loyalty
Beast Wars, Silverbolt/Blackarachnia, mouth
Beast Wars, Silverbolt/Blackarachnia, poison
Beast Wars, Silverbolt/Blackarachnia, threads
Beast Wars, Tigatron/Airazor/Cheetor, energy
Beast Wars, Tigatron/Airazor/Cheetor, purr
Beast Wars, Tigatron/Airazor/Cheetor, soft
Beast Wars, Tigatron/Airazor/Cheetor, strong
Beast Wars, Tigatron/Airazor/Cheetor, welcome
Big Bang Theory, Howard/Penny, "Suddenly I'm looking pretty good, eh?"
Big Bang Theory, Raj/Penny, filling the silence
Bionic Woman, Jaime/Nathan, technology
Black Lagoon, Balalaika/Dutch, warrior
Black Lagoon, Shenhua/Rotton, cool
Black Lagoon, Shenhua/Rotton, freak
Blade Trinity, Drake/Hannibal King, any
Blade Trinity, Drake/Hannibal King, beloved hostage
Blade Trinity, Drake/Hannibal King, court politics
Blade Trinity, Drake/Hannibal King, gifts
Blade Trinity, Drake/Hannibal King, Master
Blade Trinity, Drake/Hannibal King, new rules
Blade Trinity, Drake/Hannibal King, tendencies
Blade Trinity, Drake/Hannibal King, turncoat
Blade Trinity, Drake/Hannibal King, turned
Blade, Deacon Frost/Blade, bite
Bleach, Hichigo/Ichigo, Call my name
Bleach, Hichigo/Ichigo, Never be free of me
Bleach, Hichigo/Ichigo, Ride the Stallion
Bleach, Hichigo/Ishida, Darkness within
Bleach, Hichigo/Ishida, Do you know what you're asking for?
Bleach, Hichigo/Ishida, Taking the throne and the queen with it
Bleach, Ichigo/Ishida, Love me as much as you hate me
Bleach, Ichigo/Ishida, Put away your pride
Bleach, Ichigo/Ishida, Reiatsu overload
Bleach, Ichigo/Kon, self-cest, topping his own body
Bleach, Ichigo/Kon, self-cest, you make me feel safe
Bleach, Ichigo/Renji, brothers in arms
Bleach, Ichigo/Renji, drinking buddies and more
Bleach, Ishida/Ichigo, Learn some control
Bleach, Ishida/Ichigo, Notice me NOW?
Bleach, Ishida/Ichigo, Power is nothing without aim
Bleach, Kuchiki Byakuya/Unohana Retsu, refined and polite sex
Bleach, Kyoraku Shunsui/Ukitake Juushirou, the familiarity of two millennia together
Bleach, Zangetsu/Ichigo, always close to you
Bleach, Zangetsu/Ichigo, teach me more about yourself
Bleach, Zaraki/Ichigo, another type of fight
Bleach, Zaraki/Ichigo, first time for everything
Blue Beetle, Batman/Jaime, mentor
Blue Beetle, Guy Gardner/Jaime, the crazy one
Blue Beetle, Peacemaker/Jaime, comrade
Blues Brothers, Jake/Elwood, on the run again
Bones, Booth/Sweets, hospital
Bones, Booth/Sweets, psychology
Bones, Booth/Sweets, pushing buttons
Bones, Booth/Zack, non-vanilla sex
Bones, Booth/Zack, show him the ropes
Bones, Hodgins/Zack, this made sense when we started
Bones, Sweets/Zack, you're not being rational
Bones, Zack/Hodgins, pon farr
Boy Meets World, Cory/Shawn, guy
Boys Grammar, Gareth/Nick, flinch
Boys Grammar, Gareth/Nick, forgiveness
Boys Grammar, Gareth/Nick, tentative
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angelus/Jenny Calendar, Enter all ye who seek knowledge.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Cordelia/Author's choice, her first time
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Cordelia/Xander, for awhile there things were pretty good
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Faith/Wesley, trust, training
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Spike/Riley, addiction
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Willow/Giles, alone in the library, late one night.


Californication, Mia/Hank, birthday
Californication, Mia/Hank, dress
Californication, Mia/Hank, future
Californication, Mia/Hank, inspiration
Card Captor Sakura, Yue/Touya/Yukito, he's not sure the feathers are real
Card Captor Sakura, Yue/Yukito, know thyself
Cardcaptor Sakura, Tomoyo/Sakura, childhood fantasies
Cardcaptor Sakura, Tomoyo/Sakura, wish upon a star
Cardcaptor Sakura, Touya/Syaoran, we don't have to do this
Cardcaptor Sakura, Touya/Yue/Yukito - sometimes, when they are making love, it's Yue who looks out of Yukito's eyes
Cardcaptor Sakura, Touya/Yukito - now that you know, what's holding you back?
Cardcaptor Sakura, Yue/Touya - Yue may look like an angel but he doesn't behave like one. Touya likes that a lot!
Cave The, Jack/Charlie, survival
Chobits, Freya/Elda, before you go to sleep
Chobits, Freya/Elda, the more loving one
Chobits, Yuzuki/Chii, upgrades
Chronicles of Amber, Bleys/Brand/Fiona, conspiracy
Chronicles of Amber, Brand/Deirdre, nightmare
Chronicles of Amber, Corwin/Deirdre, shadows
Chronicles of Amber, Fiona/Julian, hunt
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Kyra, being slaved out
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Kyra, death by teacup
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Kyra, going to Underverse to get Jack
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Kyra, how Kyra got so good with chains
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Kyra, how Riddick got so good with blades
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Kyra, I'm a new animal
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Kyra, it's a prison, things happened
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Kyra, Jack was weak
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Kyra, she's always got a blade on her somewhere
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Kyra, until Underverse come
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Kyra, was anything you told me true?
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, animalistic
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, coup
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, crafty
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, hard to kill
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, naked blade
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, protection not asked for
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, the fire in his eyes
Closer, Larry/Dan, chat
Closer, Larry/Dan, friendship
Closer, Larry/Dan, future
Closer, Larry/Dan, office
Clover, Gingetsu/Ran, just for tonight
Clover, Oruha/Suu, a song just for you
Coraline, Coraline/Other Wybie, Irony
Coraline, Coraline/Other Wybie, Just a taste
Coraline, Coraline/Other Wybie, Silence
Coraline, Coraline/Wybie, “Do you ever stop talking?”
Coraline, Coraline/Wybie, a wink and a nudge
Coraline, Coraline/Wybie, Nervous
Coraline, Coraline/Wybie, she climbed up to his window like Romeo did for Juliet
Coraline, Coraline/Wybie, Stalker
Coraline, Coraline/Wybie, Taking advantage of the moment
Coraline, Other Mother/Other Father, dominance
Count Cain (Godchild), Cain/Riff, "I want you to want me/I need you to need me."
Count Cain (Godchild), Cain/Riff, "You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be"
Cowboy Bebop, Jet/Faye, smoke and metal
Cowboy Bebop, Julia/Faye, Spike'd
Cowboy Bebop, Sid Vicious/Julia, "If you can play it for him, you can play it for me"
Cowboy Bebop, Sid Vicious/Julia, Rhythm track
Cowboy Bebop, Spike/Faye, drunk and hungry
Cowboy Bebop, Spike/Faye, IOU
Cowboy Bebop, Spike/Faye, trump card
Cruel Intentions, Greg McConnell/Sebastian, blackmail
CSI, Mike Keppler/Greg Sanders, over the phone


D. Gray-man, Cross/Allen, reminded of you
D. Gray-man, Crowley/Eliade, haunting
D. Gray-man, Cyril/Road/Tyki, all in the family
D. Gray-man, Link/Allen, pulling him from his madness
Danny Phantom, Skulker/Danny, one of a kind
Danny Phantom, Tucker/Jazz, new technology
Danny Phantom, Vlad/Danny, sweet revenge
Dark Angel, Max/White, origin
Dark Knight, Gordon/Batman/Dent, any
Darker Than Black, Amber/Hei, “enjoy the view, kitty?”
Darker Than Black, Amber/Hei, before I get any younger
Darker Than Black, Amber/Hei, forgiveness
Darker Than Black, Amber/Hei, my heart is beating like a jungle drum
Darker Than Black, Amber/Hei, post-finale AU
Darker Than Black, Amber/Hei, reborn
Darker Than Black, Amber/Hei, satisfying one’s libido is totally the rational thing to do
Darker Than Black, Amber/Hei, the easiest sin
Darker Than Black, Amber/November 11, apples
Darker Than Black, Amber/November 11, because why the hell not?
Darker Than Black, Amber/November 11, flirt
Darker Than Black, Hei/Amber, a traitor to memory
Darker Than Black, Hei/Misaki, “so what if the cat’s watching?”
DC Comics, Batman/Jaime Reyes, blue contacts
DC Comics, Batman/Superman, not so tough now
DC Comics, Superman/Batman, once in a while
Death Note, L/Misa, Distraction
Death Note, L/Misa, Let them eat cake
Demons, Ruby/Rupert, forbidden fruit
Demons, Ruby/Rupert, red
Demons, Ruby/Rupert, stubborn
Desperate Housewives, Bree/Andrew, hate
Devil May Cry, Dante/Lady, he doesn't have any bandages
Devil May Cry, Dante/Lucia, Da Capo
Devil May Cry, Dante/Lucia, Head or tails
Devil May Cry, Dante/Lucia, Unmasked
Devil May Cry, Dante/Trish, leather and lace
Devil May Cry, Nero/Kyrie, “Nice day for a white wedding”
Devil May Cry, Trish/Dante, cock ring
Devil Wears Prada, Emily/Andy, lipstick
Devil Wears Prada, Emily/Andy, ruffled
Devil Wears Prada, Emily/Andy, the best you can be
Devil Wears Prada, Miranda/Andy, Barbie doll
Devil Wears Prada, Miranda/Andy, corset
Devil Wears Prada, Miranda/Andy, Cuban-heeled stocking
Devil Wears Prada, Miranda/Andy, deportment
Devil Wears Prada, Miranda/Andy, different choices
Devil Wears Prada, Miranda/Andy, lingerie
Devil Wears Prada, Miranda/Andy, passing the torch
Devil Wears Prada, Miranda/Andy, well-dressed
Dexter, Dexter/Dark Passenger, brush of feathers
Dexter, Dexter/Dark Passenger, protector
Digimon, Daisuke/Ken, dog days of summer
Digimon, Daisuke/Ken, masks
Digimon, Daisuke/Ken, secrecy
Digimon, Mimi/Sora, welcoming committee
Digimon, Taichi/Daisuke, heroes
Digimon, Taichi/Yamato, back-stage
Digimon, Yamato/Takeru, sharing everything
Discworld, Angua/Cheery/Sally, so this is what girls do
Discworld, Carrot/Angua/Sally, we can all be friends
Discworld, Librarian/L-Space, it shouldn't be this cramped in here
Discworld, Summer Lady/Wintersmith, instants
Discworld, Susan/Polly, teach them not to do this
Discworld, Tonker/Lofty, prayers
Discworld, Vetinari/Drumknott, part of the job
Discworld, Vetinari/Moist, thrill-seeking
Discworld, Vetinari/Vimes, what were we talking about?
Discworld, Vimes/Vetinari, the man was infuriating
Doctor Who, Four/Sarah Jane, scarf
Doctor Who, Nine/Jack, call me daddy
Doctor Who, Rose/Ten/Sarah Jane, memories
Doctor Who, Ten/Jack, sweet tooth
Doctor Who. Mickey/Jake, not a replacement
Doctor Who. Ten/Mickey, wouldn't have asked if I hadn't meant it
Dollhouse, Dewitt/Dominic, betrayal, blood, touch, return
Dollhouse, Dominic/DeWitt, yearning
Dollhouse, Dominic/Echo, team, memory
Dollhouse, Echo/Sierra, costume
Dollhouse, Echo/Sierra, pretty
Dollhouse, Echo/Sierra, whip
Dollhouse, Echo/Topher, manipulation
Dollhouse, Paul/Victor, punishment
Dollhouse, Paul/Victor, runaway
Dragon Quest VIII, Angelo/Hero, sacred and profane
Dragon Quest VIII, Angelo/Hero/Jessica, dressing up and dressing down
Dune, Alia/Duncan, spice
Dune, Jessica/Leto, first night

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Coraline, Coraline/Wybie, she climbed up to his window like Romeo did for Juliet
[info]yomikoreadman
2009-09-10 01:21 am UTC (link)
She climbed up his window like Romeo did for Juliet, although she doubted that Romeo tore his pants on the rusted drainpipe in the process. The cat was above her on the roof, smiling down in the way that only cats can - combination of the attitude and will to smirk without all the facial muscles necessary to do so. She flipped him the finger.

Wybie wasn't asleep. He was hunched, probably because he was always hunched, over his desk, fiddling with a mess of tiny electronic wires and metal bits and squinting through a magnifying glass strapped to his head. He didn't turn when she jumped over the windowsill and landed loudly on the floor.

Coraline took a moment to take in the room, again. More often than not, they played at her house, since her parents, albeit weird, were too wrapped up in their own worlds to interrupt. Over the years, her parents’ absent-mindedness and her well-known independence had come in more and more handy; she'd managed to investigate and discover both masturbation and sex without the horrific and clichéd mid-coitus parental interruption.

Which was pretty impressive considering all the squealing Wybie had done the first time she yanked his pants off.

She smirked, cat-like, and crept silently towards the working Wybie. In her mind, she was on the African Savannah, a lioness hunting the rarest and sweetest of all meals - the Wybiebeast.

As she closed in, Wybie spun around. The Coraline-cat screeched as a humungous eye stared at her. Wybie screamed as a giant Coraline face screamed at him.

After a moment, they both stopped. Their gazes turned to the door as they listened for the familiar sound of Grandma on the stairs.

"I don't think she heard-"

Coraline took the opportunity to pounce, knocking Wybie off the chair and onto the floor. He grunted in surprise, but didn't have time to respond as Coraline was yanking his jacket off and shoving his t-shirt up over his face.

"Mmmm," she murmured, swirling a finger over the newly-revealed flesh. "Fresh meat."

Wybie's voice was muffled through the fabric. "Coraline, this isn't sexy. It's kind of creepy, actually-"

She crawled over him, straddling his waist. She ran her hands along his ribs, purring to herself. Leaning forward, she pressed a kiss to his collarbone.

"If you don't behave," she nipped his neck delicately, "I'll have to rip out your jugular."

There was muffled Wybie-babble underneath the cloth, but Coraline was busy sucking at his pulse. Eventually, the Wybie-babble got too loud and she irritatedly abandoned her quest to give him a hickey in order to sit up and help him remove his shirt. Wybie face, round and flustered, popped free a moment later, followed by a flop of moppish brown hair.

Coraline glared. "What, Why-Born? Still not sexy enough for you?"

"Excuse me, Caroline, but I like a little more romancing before people rip my clothes off."

She continued to frown. "I already climbed through your window in the middle of the night. Do I have to get banished and die too?"

Wybie returned the frown. "No," he said slowly, thinking. "But a little 'Wherefore art thou' and 'you are like the sun' would be nice."

Coraline stared at the ceiling for a long moment. Then she stared at him and cupped his face. "Dearest Wybie, you are such a stud, your hair is like twine and your face looks like mud."

Wybie smiled. "I guess that'll do."

"Good." Coraline pushed him back to the floor. "Now take your pants off."

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Re: Coraline, Coraline/Wybie, she climbed up to his window like Romeo did for Juliet
[info]yayforjae
2009-09-10 08:15 pm UTC (link)
Whoohoo! Excellent! I love how predatory Coraline is ("Wybiebeast," lol!) - And her last line is perfect.

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Cowboy Bebop, Jet/Faye, smoke and metal
[info]lavode
2009-09-10 03:01 am UTC (link)
She wasn't sure whose idea it was. Maybe chance, or maybe he lied when he said he hadn't heard the shower running, because if that was true then why didn't he blush and slam the door shut?
It was just her mood. There were question marks wherever she turned: the worlds and the people she kept running into, the universe - nothing stayed the same for long.
Her skin pebbled before she finished wrapping the towel around her. When Jet came in, he seemed like the warmest thing in the room - that was all. She was surprised at how earnestly he kissed her back.

Half a cigarette dangled forgotten between his fingers. Careless. She stole it and took a pull, then threw it and kissed him again, letting him share.

When she settled her thighs around him, his left hand - the metal one - wound up on her back, and she jumped, almost shrieking.

"Quiet - what if -"
Faye giggled at his panic and took his icy hand, moved it to where the towel rested on her hip. "Yeah, what if they do? Would you care?"

She pushed herself down on him again to keep him from saying anything she didn't want to hear. Despite the unheated floor beneath his back, he shut up and tightened his grip on her, and she moved against him, slow and deliberate.

Afterwards, as she stepped back in the shower, Jet said, "Listen, if you..." Then he remembered himself and lowered his voice. "If you want to continue this, we can go to my room. It's freezing in here" - she'd wondered if he noticed - "and, well, I think it's the wrong place."

"Another time," she said, turning on the hot water. He lingered for a moment; then she heard the door close. He'd been serious, but he probably didn't realize that she was.

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Re: Cowboy Bebop, Jet/Faye, smoke and metal
(Anonymous)
2009-09-11 04:39 pm UTC (link)
Awesome! Very IC on both parts in my opinion. I like the way you portray Faye :)

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Re: Cowboy Bebop, Jet/Faye, smoke and metal - [info]lavode, 2009-09-12 06:45 am UTC
Re: Cowboy Bebop, Jet/Faye, smoke and metal
[info]yayforjae
2009-09-11 08:49 pm UTC (link)
Excellent!

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Re: Cowboy Bebop, Jet/Faye, smoke and metal
[info]haku-kaen.livejournal.com
2009-09-12 07:26 am UTC (link)
Oh, wonderful! I was hoping somebody would do something with this prompt; I love the pairing, but it's hardly ever written

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Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, animalistic
[info]manic_intent
2009-09-10 12:53 pm UTC (link)
The Lord Marshal slept with his catlike hounds, curled in the dark on the wide bed, his head pillowed on flattened spikes, one muscular arm thrown under a drooling muzzle, the rest of his powerful frame buried under shifting scales and lethal paws.

Due to various accidents, the task of rousing Lord Riddick for the day fell squarely on Vaako's unfortunate shoulders. The animals on the fringe of the bed looked up instantly when he entered the room; a low churr, deep sniffs, a snap of jaws strong enough to crush bone. Fear was the instigator for animals; one could not show fear - Vaako walked closer, as loudly as he could.

"Lord Riddick."

The Lord Marshal had to be awake; had likely been awake the moment he had arrived, but Lord Riddick had always found amusement in the Necromonger's general reaction to his pets. Unafraid, Vaako walked memorized steps to the foot of the bed, and held out ungloved hands. Wet muzzles brushed briefly over fingertips, the curve of a tooth against a palm, and there was a rasping lick, on the underside of his wrist, that made him shiver.

A low chuckle, to his left, then there was a decidedly human lick, this time on his other wrist, a brief nip. A hellhound bumped jowls over his hip, scenting, an inhalation, warm breath at his neck, another rasping lick, this time over the armor at his thigh, sharp teeth scraping playfully at a buckle on his armor.

Human teeth, at his ear, spikes rippling against his knees, and Vaako bit down on his lip as he shucked off his armor, determined as always not to wince as scales and rough spikes pressed over his skin, tongues rasping at fingers, his waist, shoulders, as he groped his way blindly onto the bed, onto his hands and knees, blunt teeth nipping down his spine, large hands pressed - finally on his hips; the pack churred again, soft growls, muzzles and rough tongues and bladed teeth.

Riddick growled once, when he pushed inside; as Vaako moaned, a hound nuzzled against his ear, and a canine tooth arced light over his jaw.

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Re: Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, animalistic
[info]jlsigman
2009-09-10 12:56 pm UTC (link)
LKJHSDFOSIDHFKMNF

Happy birthday to me, indeed!

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Re: Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, animalistic
[info]irana
2009-09-10 03:20 pm UTC (link)
Holy fuck...

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Re: Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, animalistic
(Anonymous)
2009-09-11 12:07 am UTC (link)
Oh yeah!! And the happiest birthday to our lovely mod!

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Re: Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, animalistic
[info]ceria
2009-09-11 10:16 am UTC (link)
What a fucking cool way to approach the prompt. Nicely done.

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Re: Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, animalistic
[info]ladydey
2009-09-13 09:52 pm UTC (link)
HA! Fabulous, Hot, Wonderful response to my prompt. I loved how yo worked in the pack of hellhounds and Vaako's own desires. Just great!

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Re: Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, animalistic - [info]manic_intent, 2009-09-13 09:53 pm UTC
Blade Trinity, Drake/Hannibal King, tendencies
[info]manic_intent
2009-09-10 02:54 pm UTC (link)
AU warning

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Drake slipped quietly out of the revelry as quickly as he could, disgusted by the state of his progeny and vaguely tempted to return to his slumber; squirrel up somewhere unreachable, this time, at the heart of this earth, or at the very edges of the deep ice. Scowling, preternatural senses choked by thick perfume, the blood-copper, and dusty arousal, Drake turned to head out to a balcony overlooking the human city of glass and metal fingers. He took two deep, sweet breaths to clear his mind, even if he didn’t need the air, and tilted his head, very slightly.

It should have been warning enough that he wanted his privacy, but instead, the vampire he could sense behind, above him, merely shifted on his perch atop a gargoyle on the archway. “I was here first.”

No servility in the tone, only veiled wariness. Intrigued, Drake turned, glancing up. A male vampire, slender, limbs loosely crossed over the gargoyle’s thick neck, shoulders slouched back against stone. Hip hugging jeans, a sleeveless, black vest, and a pair of guns, slung from holsters at the waist.

Drake sniffed the air again, scenting. Danica Talos had introduced this one as one vampire in a long chain of vampires, and he had been bored, hungry, and irritable enough not to remember. This vampire’s eyes were unafraid, a predator – a predator of its own kindred, Drake recalled. “The Enforcer.”

“That’s me.” The vampire sounded cocky, though he clearly didn’t dare look away. “Danica points, I dust. We have a nice arrangement. Someday I might even get to dust her.” A smirk this time, challenging him. It wasn’t allegiance or fealty in the way Drake was used to, only an offer of alliance. Between equals.

Curious. “Do you know who I am?”

“Everyone and their mother in the vampires' little boys and girls club knows who you are, Daddy,” the vampire drawled.

“And your name?”

“Hannibal King.” The long legs crossed again, and as an afterthought, King added, “Sir.”

“Who sired you?”

“Danica. I think it was Danica, anyway. Is a nagging instinct to throw up whenever you enter your sire’s presence normal?”

“No,” Drake said dryly, amused. “Why are you not at the function?”

“I’m permanently disinvited from functions, Lord Drake,” King said with mock sadness, “I seem to have this uncontrollable urge to start shooting vampires when I’m bored. My shrink says I wasn’t hugged enough as a baby.”

“Unlike the others, you are not afraid of me.”

“Could say I’ve killed enough of our own not to be afraid anymore.” King patted his guns briefly. “Want to try me? I mean, I’m sure you’ll kick my ass from here to Pluto, but I’m bored. And I think I said I have this urge when I’m bored.”

“Very well.” His sense of angry ennui, Drake realized, with some mild surprise, was drifting, dissipating in the next when King leapt nimbly off the gargoyle, all guns blazing.

Approximately twenty-five minutes later, Hannibal King was bucking eagerly under Drake, guns forgotten and lengthened teeth bared in pleasure; as Drake ground deeper, with a low snarl, King answered with a growl and fingers raking bloody down his back.

“Can I still call you Daddy?”

“Be silent.”

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Re: Blade Trinity, Drake/Hannibal King, tendencies - (Anonymous), 2009-09-11 12:09 am UTC
Re: Blade Trinity, Drake/Hannibal King, tendencies - [info]ladydey, 2009-09-13 09:57 pm UTC
Axis Powers Hetalia, America/England, chains
[info]pegunicent
2009-09-11 10:35 am UTC (link)
"It's not so different, is it?" America asks, sitting back in his favorite chair and watching England twist. "You played your games with the rest of Europe for how many hundreds of years? I'm sure this version came up."

'Probably with Russia.' he doesn't say, sipping at a bottle of coke. The old fashioned kind prior to the FDA because, hell, it's WW3 and he's America. It's not like a little vice is going to kill him now.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing America?! Stop this lunacy!" England has always had more pride than anything else. Even after he lost his territories, his children revolted and he had to be saved by the very colonies he'd tried to subjugate into oblivion, he'd had his pride. He was Britannia the undefeated, the unconquered.

America finds it honestly amusing in a way that's nothing near funny. He's never thought of himself as a particularly vengeful sort, but after what happened to Canada... "Doing? Nothing really. Just watching."

"You've lost your mind!" the older nation shouts, sweat dripping and slicking his pale bare skin to mingle with the speckles of blood from raised welts.

"Actually..." America muses, eying his founding empire with bitter satisfaction, "...I've only lost my soul. You know, that pesky thing called Democracy? The one you all said was doomed from the beginning, destined to fail, collapsing under the weight of greed, ambition and Capitalism?" He takes another sip of coke and sets the bottle aside to pick up his gun. It's his favorite gun, a gift from an old friend. "Congratulations, you were right. Too bad it happened after I had all those pretty little WMD's."

England just glares at him, green eyes glazing with righteous fury. He's England. He's always right isn't he? America hates that about him. Hates the way they look so much alike, the way Canada has always sought England's approval, and the way England always, always tries to get between America and Russia. As if America needs the old man's advice and approval after all these years.

"I can feel them. The rioters, the cultist armies and fundamentalist groups and military branches all coming together. They're going to reform and rebuild." The smile twists out of true but there's no mirrors in America's house because he hates introspection and looking at himself only shows him England's face with a brighter tint. "I might live through this yet." He checks the bullets even though he knows how many are left by heart.

"No. I don't believe it. Not while the rest of us are dying because of you." England musters up the strength to spit out. He must be getting tired and weak, the bombs fell over the English channel and shores days ago. Nuclear fallout takes longer to kill than a direct hit, and America wanted to savor the victory, hollow as it was. A blanket of waste, debris, and poison is eating away at the United Kingdom, as they are the rest of the world not already blackened and scorched, turned to glass or ravaged by biological agents.

He misses his little brother. Quiet, unassuming, brightly smiling Canada; always there, taken for granted and beloved despite. He misses sunflowers and snowfields and the taste of Russia in the winter.

He misses hope. He misses his Dream.

"It's come full circle hasn't it? You started this, started me down this road and you had to know that everything you did, every time you pushed or pulled I'd go the other way. You knew me better than anyone. Or you should have." The gun is a TT-33 automatic. There's three rounds left, and he's taken the, heh, liberty to carve names on them. "You pushed my hand. Korea, Iran, Afghanistan... I could have dealt with each in turn. I could have made them see..." he trails off, weary of the game. Weary of this world.

He looks at the iron chains keeping the other nation upright, the strength in them to bind flesh that is nothing at all like human. It isn't enough to bind the future, to hold the past. "These chains between us... they just aren't enough England. I still love you. I just don't care." He levels the gun and fires, ignoring the other man's protests, his shouts of denial and the grand speech prepared days in advance.

None of it matters anymore.

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Re: Axis Powers Hetalia, America/England, chains - [info]dogmatix, 2009-09-12 04:40 am UTC
Re: Axis Powers Hetalia, America/England, chains - [info]pegunicent, 2009-09-12 05:26 am UTC
Re: Axis Powers Hetalia, America/England, chains - [info]dancing_serpent, 2009-09-12 10:54 am UTC
Re: Axis Powers Hetalia, America/England, chains - [info]dancing_serpent, 2009-09-12 10:53 am UTC
Re: Axis Powers Hetalia, America/England, chains - [info]pegunicent, 2009-09-13 04:27 am UTC
Re: Axis Powers Hetalia, America/England, chains - [info]sakru909, 2009-09-12 09:51 pm UTC
Re: Axis Powers Hetalia, America/England, chains - [info]sakru909, 2009-09-12 09:51 pm UTC
Re: Axis Powers Hetalia, America/England, chains - [info]pegunicent, 2009-09-13 04:28 am UTC
Darker Than Black, Amber/November 11, flirt
[info]omnicat
2009-09-11 08:45 pm UTC (link)
(set during ep 21/22)

A Moment of Sympathy

“Thinking about what I told you?”

He looked over his shoulder. Amber smiled and sauntered over to come stand next to him, facing the same view of the city that stretched out so far below and so close, it seemed, in the air around them. Lights from other buildings glimmered like stars, each tiny, rain-beaten plane a human life. Knowing what she knew, they seemed as fragile as the contractors’ stars she was trying to protect, tiny sparks of life perched precariously in a void empty but for a myriad forces so vast they could snuff them out with a flick of a switch or a brush of lips.

A fleeting glance was all she spared November 11 before surrendering to the feral glitter of the skyline. “About your future, I mean.”

His eyes found her reflection in the glass; from her peripheral vision, she could see them roving up and down her body.

“You know I always take your every word to heart.”

“I’m afraid I don’t have much more to tell you, though.” she said, clasping her hands behind her back and avoiding his eyes with an impishly coy flutter of lashes. “You’ll know when the moment comes. You might even have the choice to turn back and walk away with your life.”

“Vague and infuriating as always.” November chuckled, reaching out to brush a lock of pale green hair back from her shoulder. “If I didn’t know better I might have been torturing you for information as we speak.”

Smiling again, Amber tilted her head so the backs of his fingers brushed her cheek. He fit his palm to the curves of her face, stroking her cheekbone, and smiled back. The tiniest spark of red light would be enough to shatter their resigned relaxation, but they both knew it would not come.

“My gift does not include omniscience.” she sighed. “Besides, I think you already know.”

“I suppose.” he admitted in a misleadingly casual tone. Then: “You really do grow younger every time we meet, February. Do you mind if I call you that? I’ve gotten used to ‘February’ as an exclamation of passion - one way or another.”

“November, if you’re propositioning me there’s no need to do it in such a roundabout way.”

“So sorry. Must have picked it up from you.”

Giggling, Amber turned and took his hand from her cheek to her hip. The other one followed; November drew her close to him, close enough to feel the flushed warmth of his body.

“Should I, though?” he wondered aloud, even as he kneaded her buttocks. “You really do look awfully young.”

“Only compared to last time.” Hands around his neck, she stood on her tip-toes to reach for his lips and press a calmly smiling kiss to them. “I still have a long way back before I lose my maturity.” She winked at him. “But I’ll always be older than you.”

“Does this thing have a zipper anywhere?”

She wriggled her hips, “A little higher.”, and his hands languidly slid up her spine.

“Alright. Then I see no reason why I should die wanting.”

“Likewise.” she said.

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Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, coup
[info]manic_intent
2009-09-12 02:03 am UTC (link)
The room fell silent with the last twist of the Lord Marshal’s dagger, the nobles and the gathered warriors silent on the tiers. Riddick shoved his final challenger contemptuously off his blade, rolled his shoulders, and stalked back up to the throne to slouch into it. Vaako stood to his left, his Dame to his right, both unmoving since the beginning of the battle; almost expressionless – the Dame’s full lips twitched, upwards.

“Something you find funny, woman?” Riddick drawled.

“I do not quite find this sort of lust amusing, my Lord Marshal,” Dame Selune Vaako responded dryly, perfectly poised. “How do you find our politics?”

“Could get to like it.” The previous Lord Marshal had missed out on this pair: a sharp adviser savvy in the shifting moods of the Necromonger society, a Commander skilled in war and in other forms of battle. Bloodlust excited the warrior in Vaako the way it did not in his Dame; Riddick could smell it – he looked up at the Commander, nostrils flared, and Vaako inclined his head, very slightly, in acknowledgement.

He didn’t yet trust either of them, naturally: Vaako had made it clear enough that he was following Riddick now because Riddick was stronger, but that, the First Among Commanders had pointed out mildly, unafraid, could change. And as to the Dame – hell, she was something good to look at, and someone good to talk to.

“Perhaps we could arrange for another coup next week then, Lord Marshal,” Dame Vaako was saying, with a sharp little smile.

“Make sure the next coup can actually hold a knife without cutting themselves, then.”

“You have just defeated a trio of our best, Lord Riddick.”

“Well, our best obviously sucked. Vaako, you hear me?”

“I will endeavor to improve our training regime in order than our men can eventually murder you to your satisfaction, my Lord.” Then again, Vaako too had his moments, and they weren’t just the bits that occasionally found their way into Riddick’s bed.

“See that you do. Get this lot to clear out. Clean up the mess. Continue our course to the Threshold. You two, come with me.”

Dame Vaako waited politely until they were out of earshot of the others, before permitting herself a chuckle. “Shall I retire, Lord Marshal?”

“Not unless you want to watch.” Riddick had a hand low on Vaako’s back, the First Amoung Commanders leaning a little into his touch.

“I am afraid that I must decline,” Dame Vaako’s eyes flicked to Riddick’s hand, then to her husband’s face, before she smiled, sharp as a knife. “Do enjoy.”

“You watch yourself, woman.” Riddick pressed the code to his door, and as it hissed open, made a low sound into the darkness that was half growl, half stuttering hiss. A sleek shadow detached itself from his bed and padded out, with an inquisitive hiss. Riddick jerked his head in the Dame’s direction, and the hellhound yawned, stretching, ambling up to her heels.

“I don’t need protection, Lord Riddick,” the Dame protested, though she was clearly pleased. The hound was an obvious sign of favor.

“Think of it as helping me walk one of my pets, then.”

“I will endeavor to exercise it in all the common areas.” Selune bowed, graceful and sinuous, and left. Vaako nipped boldly at Riddick’s jaw when the doors closed, his breath cool.

“A reward, Lord Riddick?”

“Women like showing off,” Riddick shrugged. Dame Vaako’s loyalty was born of greed, easier to buy than her husband’s; though, as he began to help Vaako with his armor, their urgency returning as Vaako knelt, tonguing up the streak of Necromonger blood that stained his trousers with a low, hungry groan, he had to say he enjoyed the second sort of transaction far more.

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Re: Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, coup - [info]dogmatix, 2009-09-12 04:35 am UTC
Re: Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, coup - (Anonymous), 2009-09-12 05:10 am UTC
Re: Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, coup - [info]salmastryon, 2009-09-12 11:04 am UTC
Re: Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, coup - [info]jlsigman, 2009-09-12 11:45 am UTC
Re: Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, coup - [info]manic_intent, 2009-09-12 12:21 pm UTC
Re: Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, coup - [info]ladydey, 2009-09-13 10:01 pm UTC
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, crafty
[info]manic_intent
2009-09-12 02:37 pm UTC (link)
"There's only one way to control an animal - through its wants," Dame Vaako observed, hands flitting soothingly over her husband's shoulders in a delicate massage, clearly unbothered by her companions’ state of undress, perched on the edge of the bed in a sleek, silvery confection that looked not so much a dress as a full-body glove.

"Selune," Vaako rebuked quickly, with a sidelong glance downwards, at his lap, but sprawled upon it, shoulder tucked against a thigh and his head pressed up against a knee, Riddick merely chuckled.

"That how you see me, woman?"

"How I see men," Dame Vaako corrected primly. "Some are merely more impressive... Or craftier... than others, but that does not make them more or less what they naturally are. Pared down to their basic core, all of your kind are but animals, in where your levers are.”

"If you wanted in on the fun you could have said," Riddick pointed out, if a little sleepily. After exertion, curled on Vaako's lap, he was hardly ever in the best frame of mind or moods to deal with Dame Vaako's barbed wit.

"And there it is, my Lord," Selune purred. "You do truly believe that is the root of my exposition. Men think so very often with their-"

"Council convenes within the next hour," Vaako cut in, with a clear tone of dismissal, absently stroking pleasant fingers down Riddick's naked back, carefully avoiding his spine from hard experience, "We are not yet due."

“Am I not welcome to your counsel, dear husband?” A delicate chin perched briefly on Vaako’s shoulder, painted lips curled into a playful smirk, undaunted by Riddick’s pointed stare.

“Not always,” Vaako retorted bluntly. “You said you had an important matter.”

"Watch Markus and his ilk, later," Dame Vaako advised idly, suddenly all business, "Words were had when you disposed of his brother in the coup. He is a Purifier, as you know, and will be dangerous."

"Can you talk shop later, woman?" Riddick muttered, arching a little under callused fingers. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate the help, even though he knew it was not in the least altruistic, but he was fairly sure it could have waited.

"I was merely concerned, my Lord," Dame Vaako protested with artful hurt.

"Bullshit, you came here to disturb me to ask me something."

"Permission," Selune answered without losing a beat, "To borrow one of my Lord’s hounds in my soirée. Dame Markus invited a few of us for a private little ball."

"They're not lapdogs, woman," Riddick grunted, though he shrugged, digging a shoulder into Vaako’s thigh. The hand arcing down his back splayed carefully over his ribs, to his flanks, and it was difficult fighting the urge to purr. "Fine. If you can get your husband to take that muck off his hair."

"I am present, my Lord," Vaako protested, with a mock scowl.

"Could gore someone’s eyes out with that shit."

"Think of it as my last line of defense."

"I shall endeavor to make him see reason, my Lord," Dame Vaako said smoothly. “The braids?”

“The braids can stay.”

“Will the two of you-”

“The face paint, my Lord?”

“Don’t lay it on so thick.”

“Did you plan this, Lord Riddick?” Vaako asked, suspicious.

“I don’t plan. Didn’t you hear your Dame? Animals aren’t much for planning.” Riddick stretched, yawning, now satisfied. “Now do that again, but a little lower.”

[will try to get a bit more porn for the other prompts D:]

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Re: Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, crafty - [info]ladydey, 2009-09-13 10:05 pm UTC
Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, hard to kill
[info]manic_intent
2009-09-12 02:38 pm UTC (link)
“Nice try.”

Vaako groaned, rubbing a palm up against his temple. He had a splitting headache from what felt like a mild concussion. Fingers probed up against a tender spot against his scalp, and he winced, slightly nauseous, the Basilica floor cold under his cheek. “Was I out?”

“Like a light,” Riddick said smugly. Vaako risked a watery glance up, fighting down bile. The Lord Marshal was leaning against a pillar, playing with a Necromonger dagger, juggling it one handed. The goggles had been pushed up, and in the dim light, the eyeshine was eerie. Before Riddick were strewn corpses, four trained Necromonger assassins. “You’re getting better, but not by much.”

“What got me?” Vaako asked, out of professional curiosity.

“I’m pack,” the Lord Marshal said, a little cryptically, until Vaako spied a second set of eyeshine, around a pillar further away, lower down. The hellhound withdrew so quickly it seemed almost shadow, but Vaako smiled, rueful.

“I’ll keep that in mind the next time, Lord Riddick.”

“Hold that thought. Your assassination attempts are getting fucking boring.” Riddick didn’t bother helping him up, pushing away from the pillar; Vaako narrowed his eyes but didn’t make a sound as the Lord Marshall rubbed the heel of his boot roughly over his groin. “I don’t like boring.”

“I hear your counsel, Lord Marshal,” Vaako said tightly, and the pressure eased as Riddick straightened, tucking the blade in his hand back into his boot.

It had been quite a fair plan too, by his standards: walk with Riddick into a less frequented area of the Basilica, have assassins attack, pretend to defend Riddick, and once the Lord Marshal’s back was turned… still, he hadn’t quite factored in the man’s pets. The hellhounds had never seemed to leave the Lord Marshal’s rooms by themselves, and he had not observed any of them tailing him. Riddick was quite difficult to… succeed, in true Necromonger fashion.

“Yeah. Go clean up and get that head seen to. And get rid of this,” Riddick toed one of the bodies in disdain. “Not even the hounds will eat these things.”

“Yes, Lord Marshal. It is most unfortunate that Necromonger flesh is not to your pets’ palate.” Vaako forced himself to his feet, swaying slightly, ignoring Riddick’s predatory smirk.

He took a step, a second, and then stumbled, hands flailing out instinctively, then gasping as a strong grip caught him and swung him up none too gently against the pillar. Vaako stiffened, then inhaled sharply as he felt the Lord Marshal press up behind him, rubbing against the cleft of his rump, teeth nipping hard enough at his ear to leave a mark.

“Try to keep an eye out yourself,” Riddick breathed harshly, Vaako stiffening as a tongue rasped lightly over a Purification scar on his neck. “Ain’t nothing else so interesting in this ship of dancing stiffs.”

“We could,” Vaako pointed out stiffly, clamping down firmly on the impulse to rub himself against his Lord Marshal’s warm bulk, “Invade something.”

“I just want to get this Threshold thing over with.” Riddick said, pushing away. “Then I can dump that Elemental out of an airlock and not worry about her flying back to keep nagging at me about destiny and fucking statistics.”

“We could dump her out of an airlock right now, sir,” Vaako pointed out. “Though,” he added, a little conscientiously, “It probably won’t kill her.”

“And you’re the expert on killing things.” The current Lord Marshal seemed amused, his tone ironic. “Well, go find out what will. And the next time you try and kill me, I will personally kick your ass from one end of this ship to the other.”

“Yes, Lord Marshal.” Riddick had said that the last time as well. And the last.

The Lord Marshal smirked again, stalking past, trailing powerful fingers briefly over Vaako’s arse, firmly enough to make the First Among Commanders straighten quickly. “And wear something nice later, if you want forgiveness.”

"I hear you, Lord Marshal."

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Re: Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, hard to kill - [info]ladydey, 2009-09-13 10:08 pm UTC
Re: Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, hard to kill - (Anonymous), 2009-09-14 05:42 am UTC
Avatar the Last Airbender, Katara/Hahn, brushing hair
[info]monochrome-song.livejournal.com
2009-09-13 05:35 pm UTC (link)
She was putting off the inevitable. Katara knew this. But, somehow, she couldn't muster up the will to move away from the mirror.

So, staring determinedly ahead, she slowly took her hair down from its elaborate ceremonial coils. The dark locks tumbling over her shoulders as she carefully removed the jade and ivory inlaid pins one by one. The fine brush she'd been gifted with as part of her new vanity set moving in long, soothing strokes over her hair until the strands gleamed silkily under the attention. And, even then, she continued to brush, all the while pointedly ignoring the sounds of her newly wedded husband readying their marriage bed on the opposite side of the room.

Completely intent on avoiding the situation, Katara didn't notice he had finished until he set his hands casually upon her shoulders. Meeting her eyes in the mirror, he leaned forward to press a kiss against her cheek. Waiting a moment for her to set aside the brush, he tangled his fingers in her hair

“Ready wife?” Hahn dropped his voice huskily, twisting the title in a way that was just a tad too possessive for Katara's comfort.

For the Reunification Alliance. She reminded herself automatically, repeating the same mantra that had gotten her through the wedding ceremony. For bringing the North and South Poles closer together.

It didn't escape Katara's notice that this type of situation was why the South had severed itself from the North in the first place.

Seemly interpreting her silence as maidenly shyness, Hahn swept her hair out of the way. Placing a series of kisses along the column of her neck, he smirked smugly against her skin. His hands slipped under the front of her robes to confidently stoke her unbound breasts.

“I promise you'll enjoy it.” He told her.

His thumb brushed deliberately over a nipple; and, despite herself, Katara gasped as a white hot thrill of something or other flit teasingly through her body. Her features colored with a bright flush that was obvious even against her chocolaty skin.

“Be gentle with me, honored husband.” The words were tinged with just the right amount of formality as Katara attempted to steel her courage one last time. A polite, if shaky, smile lined her lips.

Hahn chuckled arrogantly behind her.

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Re: Avatar the Last Airbender, Katara/Hahn, brushing hair - [info]beckyh2112.livejournal.com, 2009-09-15 03:31 am UTC
Discworld, Tonker/Lofty, prayers
[info]yomikoreadman
2009-09-14 12:04 am UTC (link)
Tonker doesn't like it because it seems too much like prayer.

Lofty loves it because it is. Down on her knees, face pressed into Tonker's pants, nuzzling happily as her lover's whispered moans rain down on her like the answers of angels to her sinful worship.

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Baccano!, Claire/Firo/Luck, strip poker
[info]fairbreeze
2009-09-14 02:44 am UTC (link)
(vaugue spoilers)

Really, he thought later, he shouldn't have been so cheeky as to take off his hat the first time he lost.

He'd known the moment that he'd grinned and set it on the table and two sets of eyes, one crimson, one gold, had widened and then narrowed in exactly the same way, that he was going to pay for that. What he hadn't expected when he finally sighed and took off his underwear (the both of them still half clothed), admitting defeat, was the other look that passed between them, secret and hot.

"We share everything," was Luck's only explanation as he bent Firo over the table, crushing the cards but narrowly avoiding the offending hat. For a moment, he struggled without meaning to, a sudden memory of someone's, he didn't know who, surfacing hazily with no more explanation than don'tlethimhavetogetawaygetaway,, but then it was just Luck's hands holding him down, fingers stretching him and filling him up, and if there was a protest in him at Claire's too-bright eyes watching the whole thing, he couldn't find the air to voice it.

Luck was just how he always was, bruisingly gentle at first, until Firo could almost have tried to kill him for it, and then only not fucking Firo right across the table by virtue of a good strong grip on his hips. Claire, however, was a new addition, and one Firo didn't understand, and couldn't find the presence of mind to ask about. His presence was a touch here, low on his back, the pressure of fingers against his lips, in his mouth, a mouth at the top, or the base, of his spine, leaving marks that faded almost as soon as he made them, so he just made them again. And again. And again.

Firo hazily could see Claire standing near the door a few minutes later, coat on, the slight stain of blood at his mouth from one of the places he'd bitten more deeply going completely unnoticed.

"Next time," he drawled out lazily, like a cat, "I want to have some real fun with you guys," and what kind of strange, sick sort of freak was he, now, that even though he'd talked about the train once with Czeslaw, that it was still only half the sensation of being fucked raw by Luck that made him cum.

"I think he likes the idea," he dimly heard Luck say from somewhere above him, hand running up his unblemished spine, and maybe he should have been afraid of that tone from Luck, too, but when Claire's laughter curled around them both, he at least knew that if he was sick for wanting something like that, then he was in good company, when Luck lost it to the tune of,

"I didn't say it would be just him, brother."

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Re: Baccano!, Claire/Firo/Luck, strip poker - [info]cleflink, 2009-09-14 04:39 pm UTC
Back to the Future, Biff/Lorraine, someday
[info]omorka-fics.livejournal.com
2009-09-14 03:42 am UTC (link)
He woke up on the ground with blood in his mouth. All he could think was that wasn't supposed to happen. He wasn't entirely sure how he knew that it wasn't what was supposed to happen, but he knew.

After that, everything slipped away from him. His gang, his position in the all-important high school social hierarchy, and not long after that, his self-respect. He tried to make some of it back up by intimidating McFly, but that bastard wasn't having any of it. Then he tried befriending him instead, on the grounds that a punch-up between two manly guys was supposed to build mutual respect. That worked . . . okay. Pretending wore him out, but it meant he got to keep an eye on her.

She was happier with McFly than she had been alone, but that didn't mean she wouldn't have been even happier with him - and occasionally she talked about that Calvin guy like she'd have been happier with him, although McFly thought she didn't really mean it and she laughed about it afterwards. He was sure she watched him, sometimes, when he bent over an engine and his legs flexed just right, and wondered. He only caught her looking once, though.

Sometimes he fell asleep thinking about her and dreamed. Most of the time, the dreams were about a life where he was still in charge and McFly was still a wimp who did his homework for him, even though now that was work for pay. Lorraine was still with McFly, somehow. He wasn't sure how a world where he was still in charge ended up with those two together. That felt . . . less wrong than the life he had, but it still wasn't what was supposed to happen.

Then there was the night he dreamed about wealth and power, a casino so large it blotted out the malls, a mansion of his own and nice suits and big cigars. Somehow Lorraine has still married McFly, but when he'd died - so tragically! - he'd been there, he'd wooed her and seduced her and she was his body and soul, except for that little corner that still belonged to McFly's kids. He could live with that. Let them crawl in the corners of his mansion, testaments to his generosity. He had her, every way he wanted her - on her back, on her knees, in the kitchen, on the stairs, once in front of her kids (that was hotter than it had any right to be, looking at the fear in their eyes).

When he woke up from those dreams, he took himself in hand and remembered her face, her hair, her breasts, her fists.

That was how it was supposed to be.

He throbbed in his own grip and imagined it was hers. "Someday it will be," he whispered to a room that was too damn small for a big guy like him.

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Re: Back to the Future, Biff/Lorraine, someday - (Anonymous), 2009-09-14 05:40 am UTC
Re: Back to the Future, Biff/Lorraine, someday - [info]omorka-fics.livejournal.com, 2009-09-16 04:26 am UTC
Re: Back to the Future, Biff/Lorraine, someday - [info]monochrome-song.livejournal.com, 2009-09-14 11:11 pm UTC
Re: Back to the Future, Biff/Lorraine, someday - [info]omorka-fics.livejournal.com, 2009-09-16 04:28 am UTC
Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Katara, hammock
[info]monochrome-song.livejournal.com
2009-09-14 05:59 am UTC (link)
Katara had never quite gotten used to sleeping in a hammock instead of laying sensibly on the ground like a normal person. Curled instead of flat. Loose instead of hard. It just felt too unstable for a girl who had spent a good portion of her life in a place where stability was the difference between life and an icy death.

Oh course, the fact that nine times out of ten the stupid thing would immediately dump her to the ground didn't help none either.

“It's not going to bite you Katara.” Jet said wryly from his spot, leaning against against the tree house wall. Not quite managing to muffle his chuckles as he watched her tentatively lean over the hammock and then stop nervously.

“I know that.” Turning away from from the swinging deathtrap, Katara focused her glare on him instead. Hand on her hip, Katara shook her pillow at him threateningly. Her cheeks flushed in equal parts exasperation and embarrassment. “I'm sorry if some of us haven't adapted to living in trees quite yet.”

“It does take some skill.” He smirked teasingly. “But, don't worry, I'm sure you'll take to it like an otter-squirrel.

“Of course, being compared to a pesky rodent, that's just what every girl dreams of.” She snorted dryly, but wasn't quite able to hold her glare as Jet waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Here.” Pushing himself casually up off the wall, he sauntered over to her. Wrapping an arm around Katara's waist, he yanked her back gently against his chest. Tucking her neatly under his chin, he moved one of his hands slowly up from where it was lingering mischievously over her breasts to jerk a thumb towards the hammock. “I'll just give you a couple pointers to make it easier, ok?”

Giggling slightly as he blew a stream of warm air teasingly against her ear, Katara lightly swatted the hand at her waist that was beginning to work through the knot of her belt before leaning back comfortably against Jet's chest. She sighed. “Fine. Show me.”

“All right then,” Jet nodded decisively. Then, with nary a warning, he scooped her up into the air.

“Wait, what are you...” Katara squeaked, futilely clutching at Jet's shirt as he tossed her over his shoulder. His hand nonchalantly caressing her rear while he carried her over to the hammock.

“Rule Number One.” He declared. “Never get in feet first.”

Katara found gravity shifting once again as she was lifted up and deposited skillfully into the hammock. Flinching despite herself when she felt it sway, she held her eyes closed and waited for the inevitable point when the demon device would decide to dump her cruelly to the ground.

A long moment. Then...Nothing.

Katara cautiously opened her eyes to Jet towering over her with a particularly pleased expression on his face. And, gently rocking back and forth in the hammock, she smiled cheerfully back at him.

“Any more rules I should know?”

“Oh yes.” Jet's lips curled into a slow smirk. His fingers working over the buckles that held on his armor even before he began to lower himself into the hammock after her. “I can think of quite a few.”

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Re: Avatar the Last Airbender, Jet/Katara, hammock - [info]omnicat, 2009-09-14 08:37 pm UTC
Coraline, Coraline/Wybie, a wink and a nudge
[info]yomikoreadman
2009-09-14 09:07 am UTC (link)
A wink and a nudge, and they slipped away. Her parents and his grandmother stayed at the table, trading heroic stories of gardening, while Wybie and Coraline vanished outside to play in their own.

The moon was full, leaving the garden glowing in pure white light, but they didn't need it to find their way. Past the tree and off the path, straight into a patch of flowers they'd all planted together after what Coraline privately referred to as "the final showdown."

Wybie removed his coat and smiled as he spread it on the ground. He bowed grandly. "After you, my lady."

Coraline returned the bow and stepped onto the coat, dramatically dropping to her knees. "What shall we do on this lovely evening, Lord Why-Born?"

He sat beside her. "I thought perhaps we could play a rousing game of... um..." He scratched his head. "I was thinking we could..." He blushed. "You know."

"Ah," Coraline nodded sagely. "I do believe we've played that game before." She couldn't restrain a smile as she pulled off her shirt. "I believe it begins like this?"

Wybie laughed a little nervously, trying to not stare too long. Coraline was wearing a thin bra, and he could see her nipples peeking from behind a series of rainbow butterflies and white cotton. He swallowed. "And then I do something like this?" he asked, tugging off his own shirt.

"Oh yes," murmured Coraline, unabashedly watching. "That was quite lovely. Perhaps you should go again."

"Seriously?" Wybie whined.

Coraline stared at the ground and fiddle with the zipper on her jeans. "A lady cannot be too forward, good sir."

Wybie sighed, cursing summer reading lists. He stood, anxiously wiping his hands on his pants and wondering if Coraline had noticed the light smattering of chest hair he'd finally managed to grow. He undid the zipper on and took his time pulling his pants down, thankful that he hadn't worn his happy-face boxers. He stepped out of his jeans, kicking them aside.

Coraline applauded. "Good show, sir!"

Wybie bowed, rolling his eyes. "And I believe the turn is yours, m'lady."

"Oh, I think such a show deserves more than applause." Coraline crawled over on her knees, tucking her fingers into the waistband of Wybie's boxers and pulling them down.

Wybie swallowed hard. So did Coraline, although at the time her lips were wrapped around Wybie's erection.

Her mouth was warm and wet around him, and she was talented with her tongue in more ways than one. Wybie felt his knees starting to shake as orgasm overtook him. He sank to the ground, breathing deeply.

"That was so... good." He muttered, feeling sleepy and drained.

Coraline smiled. "A gentleman returns the favor."

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Re: Coraline, Coraline/Wybie, a wink and a nudge - [info]monochrome-song.livejournal.com, 2009-09-14 11:21 pm UTC
Discworld, Vetinari/Moist, thrill-seeking
[info]yomikoreadman
2009-09-14 10:19 am UTC (link)
“I believe this will prove a rather enjoyable solution, Mr. Lipwig,” Vetinari said as Drumknott helped him remove his coat.

“Um,” said Moist.

Drumknott folded the coat and placed it on the desk, then bowed and exited the room.

“I enjoy thrill-seeking as much as the next man,” Vetinari continued, undoing the buttons on his sleeves, “But you’re beginning to upset the balance of things.”

“Um,” Moist repeated.

“Did you really think Vimes wouldn’t notice you took his notebook?”

“Um?” Moist asked.

Vetinari was undoing the clasp on his pants. The tyrant paused in his stripping to cast a glance at Moist. “I believe it is customary for you to be naked as well, Mr. Lipwig.”

“Um,” replied Moist.

“Shall I call Gladys to help you?”

“No!” said Moist quickly, finally breaking out of his rut.

“Oh good,” Vetinari was down to briefs. Which he was pulling down and off and also folding.

Moist couldn’t help but stare.

“I promise not to judge you on size, Mr. Lipwig. Now hurry up. I do have other appointments.”

For a moment, every other moment in Moist’s life flashed before his eyes – he’d forgotten about that time in Sto Helit until now – and he smiled as it hit him that this was, without a doubt, the most dangerous and stupid thing he would ever do.

“Yes sir,” Moist said, pulling off his shirt.

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