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ladynero (ladynero) wrote in porn_battle,
@ 2009-05-04 20:55:00

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mod post, prompts, round six

Round Six prompts M-S
Next Part. Fandom, Characters, prompt. You have until May 11 to get all of the drabbles in.

Magic Knight Rayearth Hikaru/Umi/Fuu what can’t we face if we’re together?
Mai Hime Natsuki/Nao hate!sex, "You always pretend that you know everything!"
Mai Hime Natsuki/Nao sparring
Mai Otome Nina/Arika incompetence, revenge, "It's like you like me angry!"
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro Higuchi/Yako alive
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro Higuchi/Yako I think we're alone now
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro Neuro/Yako becoming legal
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro Neuro/Yako during the three years
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro Neuro/Yako epilogue
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro Neuro/Yako knee jerk
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro Neuro/Yako little darling
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro Neuro/Yako personal space
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro Neuro/Yako remote control
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro Neuro/Yako take what you can get
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro Neuro/Yako the devil is a woman
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro Neuro/Yako what's it to you?
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro Sai/Yako shock therapy
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro Sasazuka/Yako hello and goodbye
Merlin Arthur/Merlin drink me down
Merlin Arthur/Merlin haystack
Merlin Arthur/Merlin incubus
Merlin Arthur/Merlin princely
Merlin Arthur/Merlin riding
Merlin Gwen/Merlin/Morgana They're both her type
Merlin Merlin/Arthur college AU
Merlin Morgana/Nimue a battle of wits
Merlin Uther/Arthur "you look so much like your mother"
Mermaid Forest Yuta/Mana Five hundred years of experience, in the body of a twenty-year-old.
Metal Gear Solid Ocelot/Naked Snake the naming of cats
Metal Gear Solid Ocelot/Solid Snake electricity
Metal Gear Solid Raiden/Rose the true you
Metal Gear Solid Solid Snake/Raiden passing things on
Metal Gear Solid Vamp/Raiden absolutely no biting!
Mieru Hito Myojin/Himeno connection
Mieru Hito Myojin/Himeno sharing a coat
Mieru Hito Myojin/Himeno should have known better
Mighty Ducks, The (movieverse) Jess/Adam cake eater
Mighty Ducks, The (movieverse) Jess/Adam closet
Mighty Ducks, The (movieverse) Jess/Adam hate
Mighty Ducks, The (movieverse) Jess/Adam love
Mighty Ducks, The (movieverse) Jess/Adam stick
Mighty Ducks, The (movieverse) Jess/Adam taboo
Miyuki-chan in Wonderland Miyuki/any just another day
Mother III Lucas/Claus more than a memory
Mulan Shang/Mulan dress-up
My Boss My Hero Manabe Kazuya/Sakaki Makio the little wife
My Boss My Hero Sakurakoji Jun/Sakaki Makio hey hey you you I don’t like your girlfriend
My Boss My Hero Sakurakoji Jun/Sakaki Makio schoolboy crush

Naruto Hidan/Shikamaru bloodlust
Naruto Kankuro/Kiba chakra threads
Naruto Kankuro/Kiba desert
Naruto Kankuro/Kiba wild
Naruto Kankuro/Kiba wood
Naruto Naruto/Sasuke sometimes you reap more than what you sow
Naruto Naruto/Sasuke this is not how we'll end
Naruto Rock Lee/Sakura training
Naruto Sakura/Ino a night on the town
Naruto Shikamaru/Temari challenge
Naruto Shikamaru/Temari dry skin beneath his palms
Naruto Shikamaru/Temari feminine
Naruto Shikamaru/Temari ponytails
Naruto Tsunade/Sakura master and pupil
Naruto Naruto/Hinata acceptance
Naruto Naruto/Sasuke chakra, "If you keep doing it like that, we're both going to end up unconscious."
Naruto Naruto/Sasuke food!sex
Naruto Sakura/Ino a cure for sleep deprivation
Naruto Sakura/Ino/Hinata innocence, "If you don't stop looking so surprised, I'll have to do even worst. Not that you'll complain."
Naruto Sakura/Ino/Hinata teaching, "You have to do it like this, Hinata."
Naruto Temari/Hinata "Don't make this all weird."
NCIS Ziva/Ari teeth
NCIS Abby/Ziva a new use for latex gloves
Neon Genesis Evangelion Shinji/Asuka gravity
Neon Genesis Evangelion Shinji/Asuka tease
Noir Kirika/Chloe pretending, "Just give me this one time."
Numb3rs Amita/Terry wait
Numb3rs Liz/Colby dance

Office, The (US) Jim/Pam/Ryan honeymoon
Office, The (US) Jim/Pam/Ryan Ryan wants Jim while Jim wants Pam and Pam wants Ryan
Office, The (US) Jim/Ryan breakup
Office, The (US) Michael/Ryan deep down he's a good guy
Office, The (US) Michael/Ryan promotion
Office, The (US) Michael/Ryan uncaring
One Piece Buggy/Luffy you owe me a drink
One Piece Kaku/Zoro one last fight
One Piece Sanji/Luffy into the wave
One Piece Usopp/Nami the greatest lie ever told
One Piece Zoro/Vivi nothing like a love story
Ookiku Furikabutte Abe/Mihashi bento
Ookiku Furikabutte Abe/Mihashi catcher
Ookiku Furikabutte Abe/Mihashi control
Ookiku Furikabutte Abe/Mihashi partner
Ookiku Furikabutte Abe/Mihashi strawberries
Ookiku Furikabutte Abe/Mihashi twitch
Ookiku Furikabutte Hanai/Tajima admire
Ookiku Furikabutte Hanai/Tajima cell phone
Ookiku Furikabutte Hanai/Tajima glasses
Ookiku Furikabutte Hanai/Tajima loud
Ookiku Furikabutte Hanai/Tajima pervert
Order of the Stick Vaarsuvius/Haley on the road
Ouran High School Host Club Kyoya/Tamaki blond
Ouran High School Host Club Kyoya/Tamaki no glasses
Ouran High School Host Club Kyoya/Tamaki risks
Ouran High School Host Club Kyoya/Tamaki slender fingers
Ouran High School Host Club Kyoya/Tamaki vacation
Ouran High School Host Club Mori/Hunny strength
Ouran High School Host Club Mori/Hunny sweaty
Outlaw Star Gene/Melfina technically speaking
Outlaw Star Gene/Melfina the things I don't care about

Pact, The (2001 movie) Lenny/Spence kiss of life
Pandora Hearts Alice/Oz Teaching him to properly fulfill the duties of a servant
Pandora Hearts Alice/Oz/Raven There's enough of Oz to go around
Pandora Hearts Raven/Oz Oz wants to play like when they were both kids, if y'know what I mean *wink wink, nudge nudge*; bonus points for Raven being horrified and embarassed and really turned on
Pandora Hearts Sharon/Alice "Call me big sister!"
Peacemaker Hijikata/Okita one summer never ends
Peacemaker Hijikata/Okita this bloody bed
Peacemaker Kurogane Hijikata/Okita "And see it's painted red / Soft as fontenelle / The feathers in the thread / And all I ever meant to do was to keep you."
Peacemaker Kurogane Hijikata/Okita corruption
Peacemaker Kurogane Susumu/Tetsu cross-dressing/kimono!sex
Peacemaker Kurogane Susumu/Tetsu little brother
Peacemaker Kurogane Susumu/Tetsu puppy love
Peacemaker Kurogane Susumu/Tetsu snakes and ladders
Peach Girl Kairi/Touji anger
Peach Girl Kairi/Touji study group
Peach Girl Sae/Momo blindfold
Peach Girl Sae/Momo jealousy
Peach Girl Sae/Momo mercy
Perfect World International Winged Elf Recluse/Winged Elf Elder only if you do this for me, we'll fight it together
Persona 2: Eternal Punishment Maya/Tatsuya something I can never have
Persona 2: Eternal Punishment Tatsuya/Maya things I should not want
Persona 2: Innocent Sin Tatsuya/Jun fragile
Persona 2: Innocent Sin Tatsuya/Jun things I should not want
Persona 3 Akihiko/Junpei keeping things quiet
Persona 3 Akihiko/Junpei painplay
Persona 3 Akihiko/Shinjiro blowjobs instead of explanations
Persona 3 Akihiko/Shinjiro comfort
Persona 3 Junpei/Akihiko still topping from the bottom
Persona 3 Mitsuru/Akihiko, Shinjiro they’re both beautiful
Persona 3 Mitsuru/Girl!Akihiko/Shinjiro lesbian sex, “he’s pretty sure he’s never done anything good enough to deserve this.”
Persona 3 Shinjiro/Akihiko sloppy/messy sex
Persona 3 Shinjiro/Akihiko the things you let me do
Phantasy Star Universe Alfort Tylor/Ethan Waber playing with fire
Phantasy Star Universe Ethan Waber/Hyuga Ryght now that we're friends again
Phantom, The Phantom/Lamanda Luaga a midnight visit to the Presidential Suite
Phoenix Wright Edgeworth/Phoenix arguing over a case
Phoenix Wright Maya/Ema not replacing me
Phoenix Wright Phoenix/Franziska ignoring the consequences
Phoenix Wright Phoenix/Maya easy to love
Phoenix Wright Phoenix/Maya tastes like
Pillow Book of Sei Shonagon, The Sei Shonagon/anyone a ‘lost’ entry
Pirates of the Caribbean Elizabeth/Barbossa it's good to be queen
Pirates of the Caribbean Elizabeth/Jack in-betweens and exceptions to the rule
Pirates of the Carribean Will Turner/Norrington privlidges of the first mate
Portal Chell/Weighted Companion Cube TWU LUV, "The Enrichment Center reminds you that the Weighted Companion Cube cannot speak. In the event that the Weighted Companion Cube does speak, the Enrichment Center urges you to disregard its advice."
Practical Magic (movieverse) Gillian/Sally blood
Prince of Tennis Akutsu/Dan big
Prince of Tennis Akutsu/Dan dream
Prince of Tennis Akutsu/Dan force
Prince of Tennis Akutsu/Dan gravity
Prince of Tennis Akutsu/Dan small
Prince of Tennis Akutsu/Dan sweet
Prince of Tennis Atobe/Kabaji comfort
Prince of Tennis Atobe/Kabaji mutt
Prince of Tennis Atobe/Kabaji obedience
Prince of Tennis Atobe/Kabaji social class
Prince of Tennis Atobe/Ryoma change all the rules
Prince of Tennis Fuji/Shiraishi grace in victory
Prince of Tennis Inui/Kaidoh bandana
Prince of Tennis Inui/Kaidoh better than anyone else
Prince of Tennis Inui/Kaidoh challenge
Prince of Tennis Inui/Kaidoh equality
Prince of Tennis Inui/Kaidoh juice
Prince of Tennis Inui/Kaidoh tennis isn’t everything
Prince of Tennis Inui/Kaidoh training
Prince of Tennis Oishi/Eiji cat
Prince of Tennis Oishi/Eiji doubles
Prince of Tennis Oishi/Eiji motherly
Prince of Tennis Oishi/Eiji simplicity
Prince of Tennis Oishi/Eiji strawberry
Prince of Tennis Oishi/Eiji toothpaste
Prince of Tennis Oshitari/Atobe aftermath
Prince of Tennis Oshitari/Atobe smugness
Prince of Tennis Sanada/Atobe distractions
Prince of Tennis Sanada/Atobe/Ryoma/Tezuka the way we work
Prince of Tennis Syuuske/Yuuta blue
Prince of Tennis Syuuske/Yuuta fear
Prince of Tennis Syuuske/Yuuta phone
Prince of Tennis Syuuske/Yuuta sin
Prince of Tennis Tezuka/Fuji possession
Prince of Tennis Tezuka/Ryoma eyes
Prince of Tennis Tezuka/Ryoma pillar
Prince of Tennis Tezuka/Ryoma professional
Prince of Tennis Yukimura/Sanada "shall I show you the speed of my recovery?"
Professor Layton Flora/Nazolene ticklish
Professor Layton Layton/Claire don't know how to behave
Professor Layton Layton/Claire we were happy once
Professor Layton Layton/Flora sweeter than apples
Professor Layton Layton/Flora the greatest prize
Professor Layton Layton/Luke this is not a puzzle actually
Professor Layton Layton/Nazolene spanking
Professor Layton Layton/Remy teacher-student oh dear
Professor Layton Luke/Flora searching for the apple
Professor Layton Luke/Legal "I want the me inside of you"
Psych Lassiter/Shawn accelerated
Psych Lassiter/Shawn fitness
Psych Lassiter/Shawn tie
Pysch Shawn/Gus don’t touch me like that

Queer As Folk Brian Kinney/Justin Taylor backseat of a car
Queer As Folk Brian Kinney/Justin Taylor silk ties
Queer As Folk Brian Kinney/Justin Taylor vegetables

Read or Die Nancy/Yomiko don’t you want the real thing?
Read or Die Yomiko/Nenene storybook romance
Read or Dream Anita/Hisami that only happens in fairytales
Read or Dream Maggie/Nenene paper, "Do people seriously do stuff like this?"
Read or Dream Maggie/Nenene thoughtful, fantasying, "I know who I am is not exactly who you want."
Read or Dream Michelle/Maggie learn to speak up
Resident Evil Ada/Ashley "No thorns pierce deep as a rose's."
Resident Evil Leon/Ada "And I'm letting myself down by satisfying you."
Resident Evil Leon/Claire "Don't let the sun go down on me."
Resident Evil Leon/Claire "I kept you in a sacred place."
Revolutionary Girl Utena Akio/Anthy belladonna
Revolutionary Girl Utena Anthy/Utena fairytale
Revolutionary Girl Utena Anthy/Utena flowerbeds
Revolutionary Girl Utena Juri/Shiori ambition
Revolutionary Girl Utena Miki/Kozue garden
Robin Tim/Dick flying blind
Robin Tim/Steph catch me when I fall
Rome Caesar/Brutus and/or Antony/Brutus to the victor go the spoils
Runaways Chase/Victor resolved
Runaways Karolina/Xavin alien
Runaways Karolina/Xavin dazzling
Runaways Xavin/Karolina anything you want
Rurouni Kenshin Aoshi/Misao a kick to the brain
Rurouni Kenshin Aoshi/Misao blame it on the hormones
Rurouni Kenshin Aoshi/Misao in other words
Rurouni Kenshin Enishi/Kenshin family
Rurouni Kenshin Enishi/Kenshin fine line between love and hate
Rurouni Kenshin Enishi/Kenshin guilt
Rurouni Kenshin Enishi/Kenshin hair
Rurouni Kenshin Enishi/Kenshin obsession
Rurouni Kenshin Enishi/Kenshin revenge of a different sort
Rurouni Kenshin Kenshin/Kaoru dual penetration
Rurouni Kenshin Kenshin/Kaoru evil twin AU
Rurouni Kenshin Saitou/Kenshin amber
Rurouni Kenshin Saitou/Kenshin ambush
Rurouni Kenshin Saitou/Kenshin bridge
Rurouni Kenshin Saitou/Kenshin eyes
Rurouni Kenshin Saitou/Kenshin fine line between love and hate
Rurouni Kenshin Saitou/Kenshin swords
Rurouni Kenshin Saitou/Tokio simple truth
Rurouni Kenshin Saitou/Tokio the fairer sex
Rurouni Kenshin Tomoe/Kenshin "every sword needs a sheath"
Rurouni Kenshin Tomoe/Kenshin "I see reflections of me in your eyes"
Rurouni Kenshin Tomoe/Kenshin festival
Rurouni Kenshin Tomoe/Kenshin private thoughts
Rurouni Kenshin Tomoe/Kenshin rain
Rurouni Kenshin Tomoe/Kenshin snow
Rurouni Kenshin Tomoe/Kenshin wedding night, consummation

Sailor Moon Haruka/Usagi argumentative
Sailor Moon Haruka/Usagi damn gravity
Sailor Moon Haruka/Usagi taking down her hair
Sailor Moon Helios/Usagi what's found in dreams
Sailor Moon Makoto/Haruka training sessions
Sailor Moon Seijūrō (Ail)/Usagi in the back of the classroom
Sailor Moon Seiya/Usagi/Haruka women in suits
Sailor Moon Taiki/Usagi/Yaten what makes you so special?
Pretty Soldier Sailormoon Kunzite/Zoicite pretend non-con, bondage
Saiunkoku Monogatari Ko Shuurei/Jyuusan Hime "What do you mean, you've never... You're doing it wrong."
Saiunkoku Monogatari Ko Shuurei/Jyuusan Hime competent women
Saiunkoku Monogatari Ko Shuurei/Jyuusan Hime/Shi Ryuuki It IS his harem...
Saiunkoku Monogatari Ryuuki/Shuurei/Seiran needs never spoken
Saiunkoku Monogatari Shuuei/Shusui beneath the skin
Saiunkoku Monogatari Shuuei/Shusui reunion
Saiyuki Gojyo/anyone self abuse
Saiyuki Gojyo/Hakkai This is the second time I've taken a man to my bed.
Saiyuki Nii/Gyokumen Koshu scalpel
Saiyuki Nii/Gyokumen Koshu test tube
Saiyuki Yaone/Dokugakuji comradery and relaxation
Samurai Champloo Mugen/Jin bushido
Samurai Champloo Mugen/Jin dirt
Samurai Champloo Mugen/Jin glasses
Samurai Champloo Mugen/Jin sake
Scrubs Cox/JD apartment
Scrubs Cox/JD girly
Scrubs Cox/JD hair
Scrubs Cox/JD mentor
Scrubs Turk/JD "It sounds like you're asking me out on a man date."
Scrubs Turk/JD bromance forever
Seirei no Moribito Tanda/Balsa a wise tiger hides his claws
Seirei no Moribito Tanda/Balsa even just this one night
Seirei no Moribito Tanda/Balsa homecoming
Seirei no Moribito Tanda/Balsa old scars and fresh wounds
Sengoku Basara Date/Yukimura boundaries of a rivalry
Sengoku Basara Date/Yukimura happily trapped in this dance
Sengoku Basara Date/Yukimura jealousy
Shadow Hearts Yuri/Alice “Losing my religion”
Shaman King Tao Ren/Yoh "Do you swear that you won't tell?"
Shaman King Tao Ren/Yoh desire
Sharpe Harper/Sharpe hurt/comfort
Sharpe Sharpe/Harper distraction techniques
Shounen Onmyouji Guren/Masahiro not the cute little Masahiro any more
Shounen Onmyouji Seiryuu/Seimei doing everything you ask of me – and more
Shounen Onmyouji Seiryuu/Touda that doesn’t mean I forgive you
Shounen Onmyouji Yukinari/Masahiro Yukinari takes his role in Masahiro’s education very seriously
Shugo Chara Ikuto/Amu spicy
Shugo Chara Ikuto/Amu sweet
Shugo Chara Ikuto/Tadase fire
Shugo Chara Ikuto/Tadase ice cream
Shugo Chara Ikuto/Tadase remember
Shugo Chara Kukai/Nagahiko what it means to be a boy
Shugo Chara Kukai/Tadase former Jack’s chair
Shugo Chara Nagahiko/Tadase dress
Shugo Chara Tadase/Kairi the will of a samurai
Shugo Chara Utau/Amu sing
Shugo Chara Yoru/Miki art
Silent Hill 4 Walter/Henry memory loss
Silent Hill Origins Travis/Lisa two-back monster
Silent Hill Origins Travis/Motel Manager rape and murder
Silmarillion, The Morgoth/Sauron master
Silmarillion, The Sauron/Ar-Pharazon seduction
Silver Diamond Chigusa/Rakan finding excuses to touch you
Silver Diamond Chigusa/Rakan need you
Silver Diamond Chigusa/Rakan never let you go
Silver Diamond Kinrei/The Ayame Prince my beautiful monster
Silver Diamond Kou/Narushige Kou looooooooves his Narushige
Simpsons, The Lenny/Carl Yes, this again!'
Skins Chris/Cook cutting class
Skins Chris/Maxxie shotgunning
Skip Beat! Ren/Kyoko call me irresponsible
Skip Beat! Ren/Kyoko prelude to a kiss
Skip Beat! Ren/Kyoko wine, roses, and you
Skip Beat! Ren/Kyouko/Sho figuring things out
Slayers Lina/Gourry topping from the bottom
Slumdog Millionaire Jamal/Latika finger tips
Slumdog Millionaire Jamal/Latika in the dark
Slumdog Millionaire Jamal/Latika second kiss
Slumdog Millionaire Jamal/Latika singing in the rain
Slumdog Millionaire Jamal/Latika teaching
Slumdog Millionaire Selim/Latika avatar
Slumdog Millionaire Selim/Latika brusies
Slumdog Millionaire Selim/Latika promises
Slumdog Millionaire Selim/Latika repaying a debt
Soul Eater Any Meister/Any Meister (Possibly Stein/Maka?) manipulating soul resonance for sexual purposes
Soul Eater Blair/Maka "This one could be fun, too! ♥"
Soul Eater Kid/Liz/Patty counting
Soul Eater Kid/Liz/Patty marriage of three
Soul Eater Kid/Liz/Patty perfectionism
Soul Eater Kid/Liz/Patty trigger
Soul Eater Kid/Liz/Patty violence
Soul Eater Maka/Chrona leading by example
Soul Eater Maka/girl!Chrona funny faces
Soul Eater Maka/girl!Chrona lesbianism is
Soul Eater Maka/girl!Chrona making lists
Soul Eater Maka/girl!Chrona mending
Soul Eater Maka/girl!Chrona survivors
Soul Eater Maka/Soul teenage hormones
Soul Eater Medusa/Chrona "you want a girl who’s pale and bled/you want a girl who’s easily led"
Soul Eater Medusa/Stein being kind is overrated
Soul Eater Medusa/Stein bondage, a battle for dominance she wants to win and lose
Soul Eater Medusa/Stein hallucination
Soul Eater Medusa/Stein inappropriate manipulation of soul wavelengths
Soul Eater Medusa/Stein madness might be easier
Soul Eater Medusa/Stein nasty violent fight!sex
Soul Eater Medusa/Stein to the victor go the spoils
Soul Eater Soul/Maka crazy for you
Soul Eater Soul/Maka on the piano
Soul Eater Soul/Maka one too many times
Soul Eater Soul/Maka roommates and bathrooms
Soul Eater Soul/Maka second time around
Soul Eater Soul/Maka split ends
Soul Eater Soul/Maka spooky little boy
Soul Eater Soul/Maka the lure of you
Soul Eater Soul/Maka wall flower
South Park Cartman/Kenny 'I never told you this'
South Park Kenny/Butters tentative
South Park Stan/Kyle my best friend is moving away
South Park Tolken/Wendy proving the stereotype
Southland John Cooper/Ben Sherman battle scars
Southland John Cooper/Ben Sherman frustration
Southland John Cooper/Ben Sherman secrets, "my old man is a bigger asshole than that."
Speed Racer Racer X/Speed countdown
Speed Racer Racer X/Speed eyes
Speed Racer Racer X/Speed mask
Speed Racer Racer X/Speed red
Speed Racer Racer X/Speed smell
Speed Racer Racer X/Speed truth
Speed Racer Racer X/Speed yellow
Speed Racer Rex/Speed/Racer X ideal
Speed Racer Rex/Speed/Racer X object
Speed Racer Rex/Speed/Racer X reality
Speed Racer Rex/Speed/Racer X tracks
Speed Racer Sparky/Speed milk
Speed Racer Sparky/Speed virgin
Speed Racer Sparky/Speed well-oiled
Speed Racer (movieverse) Racer X/Speed spot the differences
Star Ocean: 'Til the End of Time Albel/Fayt hanging on with tooth and nail
Star Ocean: 'Til the End of Time Cliff/Albel pretty little things
Star Ocean: 'Til the End of Time Cliff/Fayt keeping secrets
Star Ocean: 'Til the End of Time Cliff/Fayt/Nel keeping an eye on you
Star Ocean: 'Til the End of Time Cliff/Mirage/Maria you make your own family
Star Ocean: 'Til the End of Time Fayt/Maria dreaming of you
Star Ocean: 'Til the End of Time Nel/Albel hatesex
Star Ocean: The Last Hope Edge/Faize alien courting rituals
Star Ocean: The Last Hope Edge/Faize hero worship
Star Ocean: The Last Hope Edge/Faize room assignments
Star Ocean: The Second Story Bowman/Rena/Nineh educational
Star Ocean: The Second Story Claude/Ashton a change of fortune
Star Trek Sarek/Kirk scientific curiosity
Star Trek Sarek/Kirk seeking understanding
Star Trek Sulu/Kirk fencing lessons turning heated
Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Jadzia/Sisko “I learned this a couple of lifetimes ago.”
Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Jadzia/Sisko connect the spots
Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Jadzia/Sisko old friends
Star Wars Anakin/Padme deja vu
Star Wars Anakin/Padme overheated
Star Wars Anakin/Padme pretending
Star Wars Han/Luke/Leia enclosed spaces
Star Wars Kit Fisto/Aayla Secura on the edge
Star Wars Kit Fisto/Aayla Secura wet
Star Wars Luke/Mara the force as a sex aid
Star Wars Obi-Wan/Anakin desert
Star Wars Obi-Wan/Anakin substitutes
Star Wars Obi-Wan/Anakin ties that bind
Star Wars Yoda/any do or do not, there is no try
Strangers in Paradise Katchoo/Francine coming home
Strawberry Panic Chikaru/any everyone needs to relax
Strawberry Panic Nagisa/Tamao I should have known
Suikoden III Nash/Chris keeping it from the Missus
Suikoden III Salome/Chris Lady's knight
Suikoden IV Lazlo/Snowe keep the collar on
Suikoden V Miakis/The Prince "What happened to that boy?"
Supernatural (S3)Ruby/Bela The things we have in common
Supernatural Anna/Pamela Barnes angel dust
Supernatural Bela/Ruby desperate
Supernatural Bobby/John hunter home from the hill
Supernatural Castiel/Anna i don't believe in you
Supernatural Castiel/Meg hurt
Supernatural Castiel/Meg surprised
Supernatural Dean/Alastair don't sweat the technique
Supernatural Dean/Alastair the difference between knives
Supernatural Dean/Alistair devil in a blue dress
Supernatural Dean/Bela can't all be saints
Supernatural Dean/Bobby everybody's got their dues in life to pay
Supernatural Dean/Castiel Dean causes Castiel to fall to save his brother, somehow.
Supernatural Dean/Castiel perils of being in 3-D
Supernatural Dean/Castiel serving
Supernatural Dean/Castiel the man who sold the world
Supernatural Dean/Jamie you don't stand up hot chicks
Supernatural Dean/John Daddy knows best
Supernatural Dean/John It's never enough to say i'm sorry
Supernatural Dean/Sam evil will always triumph
Supernatural Dean/Sam gentle
Supernatural Dean/Sam hope
Supernatural Dean/Sam I'm not angry, I'm just saying, sometimes goodbye is a second chance.
Supernatural Dean/Sam only one can win
Supernatural Dean/Sam raindrops
Supernatural Dean/Sam try and try again
Supernatural Dean/Sam when i look at you, i see him
Supernatural Dean/Samuel Campbell dirty secrets
Supernatural Dean/Uriel God's will
Supernatural Dean/Uriel hard against a wall
Supernatural Dean/Uriel pretty boys finish last
Supernatural Ellen Harvelle/Pamela Barnes babes and guns
Supernatural Ellen/Ruby wisdom
Supernatural Jo Harvelle/Ruby knives
Supernatural Jo/Jess haunted
Supernatural Jo/Ruby easy
Supernatural Mary Winchester/Ruby old flames
Supernatural Sam/Cara i hated you
Supernatural Sam/Dean blue skies from pain
Supernatural Sam/Dean hot ashes for trees
Supernatural Sam/Dean lived like a murder
Supernatural Sam/Dean sharing
Supernatural Sam/Dean stuck in the middle with you
Supernatural Sam/Dean the day I tried to live
Supernatural Sam/Dean this can't be the end
Supernatural Sam/Madison i like it rough
Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu Boy!Yuki/Girl!Kyon library
Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu Girl!Itsuki/Girl!Kyon cosplay
Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu Itsuki/Yuki catching on
Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu Itsuki/Yuki hibernating
Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu Itsuki/Yuki supernova
Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu Itsuki/Yuki the impossible
Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu Itsuki/Yuki true love's kiss

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Sharpe, Harper/Sharpe, hurt/comfort

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2009-05-04 09:44 pm UTC (link)

The cut across his ribs isn't deep, not even much of a bother, only awkward.

“You’re bleeding like a stuck pig, sir,” Patrick says, and his broad hand pushes Richard’s shoulder down.

“It’s nothing, Pat. Leave off.” Richard shifts, reaches for his shirt. There is another one hanging beside his cot, a proper white affair, the kind an officer ought to wear. Richard knows better than to ask where it came from. Cooper’s proper light in the fingers, light enough that he probably ought to be flogged, but Richard’s proud instead. And grateful. He needs that shirt for tomorrow night, a chance to show a respectable face and a clean shirt in front of Wellesley.

“There’s not enough spare linen to keep that poor shirt white.” Patrick puts pressure on the cloth that covers the gash. “Lie still and let it scab properly, or I’ll have to make a mention of it to Miss Theresa.”

Richard glares. His nostrils flare, too, but he stops trying to sit up. “She’s got enough on her plate.” So much. He misses her, but he misses her without wispy longing—she is apart from him for reasons he understands, reasons he loves. He wonders where she is tonight, what barn or tent covers her.

“And sure she does, sir.” Patrick lifts one edge of the cloth, and now that everything is still, the blood seeps only slowly. “She’d appreciate if you’d let me look after you then, too.” He shifts on the cot; the wood and canvas creak a little, but not enough to be heard over the sounds of celebration outside. As he moves, the hand that pinned Richard’s shoulder down trails down over his chest, settles on his other side, below his ribs, rests where the line of his hipbone cuts down, hollows under the fabric of Richard’s trousers.

“Pat—” Whatever complaint he had was lost in the pop of buttons and the way his hip is held down. He reaches, and Patrick pushes his hand away. He thinks better of it and puts Richard’s hand where his own had been holding the cloth to the wound. Richard pushes against his own flesh, and now both of Patrick’s hands pinion his hips, push him into the cot and hold him there with easy pressure.

“Maybe you’d lie still with good reason,” Pat says, and he doesn’t wait for Richard to agree before he closes his mouth over Richard’s prick, leans down until the whole of him is enveloped in warm, wet heat.

Richard has to fight the urge to arch, to rock up harder into Patrick’s mouth. He wants to dig his fingers into Patrick’s hair, hold him there, but he’s learned that lesson once, and Patrick is the one holding him down now. His thick fingers rasp rough on Richard’s skin, flexing softly in time with his laving tongue. Richard pushes down harder on the cloth, on his cut, so that he can do something, but he can get away with nothing: Patrick reaches, slaps his hand away and scrapes his teeth up the shaft, warning.

Richard hisses, feels it dissolve into a quiet groan under the softness of Patrick’s cheek, the firm seal of his lips. He cannot arch and he cannot reach, so he lifts his leg, hooks it around Patrick’s waist where he kneels between Richard’s legs, and that coaxes a thoughtful sound from Patrick’s throat. Richard muffles a louder groan and Patrick knows to hold him down harder, to keep him from shifting, from arching and clutching as he spends.

When he stills, Patrick leans and spits, wipes his mouth on the back of his hand where Richard’s blood still stains it. He grins as Richard relaxes into the cot.

“Isn’t that better, sir?” He takes another look beneath the cloth, and he looks as satisfied with that as Richard feels.

“Shut up, Harper.” He exhales, and he keeps the crook of his knee snug around Patrick’s waist.

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	Re: Sharpe, Harper/Sharpe, hurt/comfort ex_arianne555 2009-05-04 11:13 pm UTC (link)
	I was hoping you'd do something like this with them, all h/c and snark and hotness! “Shut up, Harper.” He exhales, and he keeps the crook of his knee snug around Patrick’s waist. The best. :D (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Sharpe, Harper/Sharpe, hurt/comfort sheffiesharpe 2009-05-05 07:19 pm UTC (link)
	:D I do like Richard Sharpe's smartmouthing. And he's always in need of a good comforting, as disaster-prone as he is. (Luckily, he has a very excellent sergeant.) (Reply to this) (Parent)

	Re: Sharpe, Harper/Sharpe, hurt/comfort garglingargoyle 2009-05-05 09:26 am UTC (link)
	I think you've killed me. Nnnngg. Their ease with each other despite the snark, the gritty hotness of it all, the leg hooked around the waist . . . . Yep. slayed (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Sharpe, Harper/Sharpe, hurt/comfort sheffiesharpe 2009-05-05 07:20 pm UTC (link)
	...the ease is because Richard Sharpe is easy. grin Very glad you enjoyed! (Reply to this) (Parent)

	Re: Sharpe, Harper/Sharpe, hurt/comfort mrkinch 2009-05-05 08:51 pm UTC (link)
	I love this. I seem to have a thing for matter-of-fact sex and this is just right. Also of course a huge thing for Harper looking out for his officer. Bonus mention of Teresa and I'm completely happy! (Reply to this) (Parent)

	Re: Sharpe, Harper/Sharpe, hurt/comfort mllesatine 2009-05-07 04:34 pm UTC (link)
	Liked it. (Reply to this) (Parent)

	Re: Sharpe, Harper/Sharpe, hurt/comfort threewalls 2009-05-17 04:52 am UTC (link)
	Oh, this is wonderful. Patrick manages Sharpe so well, and Sharpe lets him-- and they both mention Teresa, who is off being awesome. Yay all round. (Reply to this) (Parent)

Revolutionary Girl Utena Anthy/Utena fairytale

yomikoreadman
2009-05-05 07:20 pm UTC (link)

In the end there were no princes or princesses at all, but Anthy still counted it as a fairytale.

So when Anthy snuggled next to Utena in their bed, technically they were just two girls. Two not-quite-normal girls who kissed softly and sometimes shyly until they both giggled and whispered, “I love you,” as though someone would hear.

Anthy would wriggle out of her nightgown and smack Utena’s hands away so she could undo the buttons of her lover’s top and slide it off her perfect shoulders.

And Utena would still blush and cover herself, even as Anthy trailed kisses down her neck and collarbone and eventually her hands, which Anthy tickled with her tongue until Utena gave up modesty.

Anthy would swirl her tongue around one nipple and roll the other between her fingers and Utena would bite her lip and try not to moan.

Slowly Utena’s fingers would drift over Anthy’s thigh, downwards and in until curious fingers playfully probed the place between her legs and then it was Anthy’s turn to bite back a moan.

Anthy’s hands would slide down slender arms and across pale hips and soon their motions mirrored Utena’s; sliding in and out of wet heat and smiling at the sounds their movements produced.

And then they would kiss unabashedly, bodies pressed together as fingers moved feverishly until they both cried out.

In the end they got their happily ever after, and that was the important part.

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	Re: Revolutionary Girl Utena Anthy/Utena fairytale sakru909 2009-05-05 08:45 pm UTC (link)
	My prompt, and written wonderfully. Love this, especially the last line. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Revolutionary Girl Utena Anthy/Utena fairytale yomikoreadman 2009-05-05 10:06 pm UTC (link)
	Thank you! Lovely icon, by the way. (Reply to this) (Parent)

Persona 2: Innocent Sin, Tatsuya/Jun: fragile

heavensgardener
2009-05-05 11:56 pm UTC (link)

Jun arches beneath him, slow and languid, slender legs parting, an invitation, as Tatsuya presses kisses down his skin, sucking on his collarbone, biting down gently. His fingers press into him just as slowly, opening him up, and Jun groans, quietly, nails raking down his back.

Slim legs wind around his waist, pulling him down, and Tatsuya presses against him, hard and slick. Hesitating, still, though this isn't the first time, he can feel fragile bones beneath slender, wiry strength, half-afraid of breaking him, even though he knows Jun won't break so easily.

"Don't hold back," Jun whispers, and draws him down into him.

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Persona 2: Innocent Sin, Tatsuya/Jun-things I should not want

heavensgardener
2009-05-06 09:02 am UTC (link)

Tatsuya shouldn't want it like this. He's holding delicate wrists pinned to the bed above their heads, his grip tight enough to bruise, and Jun looks up at him with a quiet smile, long lashes half-veiling his eyes.

"Don't stop, Tatsuya," he murmurs, tilting his head back to bare his throat, and wiggles his hips a little, arching up towards him encouragingly, and a little of what faint control Tatsuya has left cracks as the movement buries him a little more inside tight heat. He's halfway in him, pleasure warring with frustration as he tries to remain still, to not move.

Everything Tatsuya's ever heard about this seems to involve being gentle the first time, and he's trying, especially with the little pained noises Jun makes, to not hurt him too much. But Jun seems to want him to lose control, to be rough, and it's harder and harder to keep control with him wiggling like that.

And then Jun smiles up at him and does something, muscles squeezing tightly around him, and all semblance of control is gone as Tatsuya's grip tightens on his wrists and thrusts all the way in him, roughly and doesn't stop.

Jun sighs in pained satisfaction, slender hips moving to meet Tatsuya's thrusts as he spreads his legs even wider, offering himself up. He likes it like this, with his hands pinned above his head, likes the roughness and the demanding pace, likes how it hurts so sweetly being stretched open like this.

He likes knowing what he wants, likes knowing that this is his to give, and this is what he wants. And he likes knowing just how to push Tatsuya past his reluctance so he'll take what he's offering without hesitating. He knows that Tatsuya will be sorry after, when his hesitation filters back along with his control.

But for now, it doesn't matter.

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	Re: Persona 2: Innocent Sin, Tatsuya/Jun-things I should not want moontyger 2009-05-06 11:44 am UTC (link)
	You are totally and completely awesome. (Reply to this) (Parent)

Rurouni Kenshin, Saitou/Tokio, the fairer sex

ladynero
2009-05-07 09:44 pm UTC (link)

Whomever described women as the ‘fairer sex’ and ‘delicate blossoms’ had never visit the Hajime household and met the woman who had married the famed Wolf of Mibu. Especially after Saitou had finally returned from a long assignment hunting down another person bent on bringing the Medji era back. She would make sure that the children were safe at a neighbor’s house for the evening, and then promptly slammed him down on the futon or the floor, wherever she happened to catch him unaware. Then, her delicate blossom hands would make quick work of their clothes before she showed him just how much she missed him.

He smirked as he stared at his sleeping wife, curled up against his chest as his skin bore marks from both her nails and teeth while her own skin was marred from his own actions. No, a delicate flower of the fair sex could never tame a wolf. He would be happy to stick to his kitsune woman.

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	Re: Rurouni Kenshin, Saitou/Tokio, the fairer sex (Anonymous) 2009-05-08 12:51 am UTC (link)
	fans self Very hot! Or maybe I'm just so happy someone finally wrote for one of my prompts. Either way, thank you! It's always so much fun imagining what the woman who tamed the Wolf of Mibu is like. A woman who knows what she wants and how to get it? I say yes! (Reply to this) (Parent)

Rurouni Kenshin, Saitou/Kenshin, amber

ladynero
2009-05-07 10:57 pm UTC (link)

Kenshin would like his friends and allies to believe that he was not the Battousai any longer, that he had put that past behind him. But Saitou knew the truth. He had fought both with and against him and they had shed enough of each other’s blood to know how the other thought. Saitou knew that the amber eyed demon of Kyoto wasn’t banished, that it lurked just behind innocent violet eyes, hiding until it was needed.

He knew because of the nights that Kenshin would show up on his doorstep, taunt and nearly vibrating with a desperate need. Those were the nights when Tokio would take the children into the house while he followed Kenshin to a meadow outside of town with bokken in their hands instead of their normal steel. Then, they would fight each other until the wood splintered in their hands and their clothes were torn from the force of their blows. Most of the time, that was enough to cool both of them, as they collapsed on the dew coated grass, gasping for breath before they picked themselves up and went back to their separate beds.

Occasionally, the amber in violet eyes was stronger and needed more of an outlet in this time of peace. Those nights, torn clothes would be ripped from willing bodies as they tried to wrestle the other into submission, seeking relief from the fury and violence that burned through their blood. This was something only those that lived through the bloody nights of the Meji Revolution could understand as sword callused hands slipped across skin and teeth drew blood for greedy tongues to lick up, bringing back those nights of fire, blood and death.

For those few hours, they could be enemies again.

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bridgetmkennitt
2009-05-09 06:41 pm UTC (link)

Dean began to fidget, feeling uncomfortable at what his brother was doing to him. It wasn't the fact that his wrists and ankles were tied to the bed or that there was a gag digging into his mouth. It wasn't that his ass was red with Sam's large hand prints and he had to lift his lower body enough so the scratchy sheets wouldn't rub against the sore flesh.

No, it was the gentle look in Sam's eyes and the caresses over his skin that alluded to more than this just being a kinky fuck. That move scared Dean to the bone.

"Shh, you're okay, Dean. You're doing great. See? I already have four fingers inside you. One more and a little extra and my entire fist will be there." Sam bent his head to press a kiss on Dean's stomach. "Do you want me to add more lube? Go slower? I can if you want. Just nod you head."

Just shut the hell up and fuck me, he wanted to cry out. He hated how gentle his brother acted towards him, but all that came out from behind the gag was a muffled reply.

Sam mistook the noise for pain and immediately slipped his fingers out from his hole. He did pause to caress his rim with the tip of his finger as if to soothe him.

"Sorry. You know how excited I get around you."

Dean shut his eyes against Sam's shining gaze, full of love and hope. He just wanted a no strings fuck.

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	Forgot the prompt. bridgetmkennitt 2009-05-09 06:43 pm UTC (link)
	Supernatural, Dean/Sam, gentle (Reply to this) (Parent)

Supernatural Jo/Jess haunted

bridgetmkennitt
2009-05-09 07:55 pm UTC (link)

Jess allowed her tears to run down her cheeks unchecked as Jo fucked her from behind with a purple dildo attached to a strap-on. She hadn't meant for it to go this far, but she had been (still was) lonely and drunk when she had met Jo at a local bar. The man she loved (love) broke her heart by saying they shouldn't be together because he had a dream and she died. What kind of nonsense was that?

Jo took one look at her, bought her another beer, and said she looked haunted. Maybe she did. It was hard to see beyond her own sadness. Jess drank down the beer and Jo bought her another one. And another until things started to blur.

Which led to kisses and tearing off each other's clothes and now Jo fucking her. Jess groaned and tossed her blonde hair back as Jo draped herself over her body. Jo began fondling Jess' breast, one then the other as she began to thrust faster.

"'m gonna fuck that haunted look out of you," Jo swore.

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	Re: Supernatural Jo/Jess haunted continua 2009-05-14 07:41 pm UTC (link)
	Hot but also a great character piece and I love that last line. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Supernatural Jo/Jess haunted bridgetmkennitt 2009-06-22 01:25 am UTC (link)
	Thank you! (Reply to this) (Parent)

Saiyuki Gojyo/anyone self abuse

mystiri_1
2009-05-10 01:28 am UTC (link)

Gojyo doesn't know why he still does it. Maybe he's a slow learner.

But there are days when everything goes wrong, full of constant tension as the party waits for the attack they know is coming - and it does. Days where they see too much fighting and bloodshed, where the horrors they discover remind them why they're doing this, even if they have other excuses when asked.

On days like that they're all on edge when - if - they finally reach whatever passes for civilisation, and its clear that Sanzo's temper won't tolerate Goku's usual loud behaviour. And putting Goku and Gojyo together is likely to result in the destruction of the inn that's unfortunate enoughg to house them for the night. So Hakkai takes Goku, and Gojyo ends up sharing a room with Sanzo. Sooner or later, they're in the same bed.

Even though he knows better - really, he does - the blond is attractive when the robes are stripped away. The tight black top and jeans he wears beneath it make him think all kinds of hungry thoughts, and Gojyo doesn't say no. The way in which Sanzo lies on the bed, offering himself up with a submissive abandon completely at odds with his usual behaviour, the sounds he makes as Gojyo touches him, make him think other thoughts. Thoughts that are possessive, protective, even affectionate.

Then it's over, and Gojyo is banished back to his own bed with a snarl, and a barely dodged blow. Even if Sanzo asks for it, he won't forgive himself for wanting it, or Gojyo for indulging him. It's a harsh awakening from the heady pleasure of not long before, and although he knows it's coming, it hurts all the same. The cutting remarks the next day will have an extra edge to them, and Hakkai will give him a concerned, knowing look. He won't say anything, though.

Hakkai has only said anything once. "You deserve more than that."

Gojyo's not sure he agrees, but he says nothing.

"You both do."

Even if Hakkai is right, Sanzo has no intention letting Gojyo give him anything more, or of giving anything in return. And knowing this, Gojyo still doesn't say no. Maybe he's a slow learner.

Or just a masochist.

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Supernatural Dean/Sam only one can win

pegunicent
2009-05-10 03:23 am UTC (link)

"Sammy. You know I can't let you do this." The apology is in his eyes, heavy in his voice. Lilith on one side of the room, two steps from the Eternal Grave and between her and Sam is his brother.

Always between him and the demons. Dean never did understand that Sam could take care of himself. That the little brother didn't need looking after anymore; from the bad things in the night, or an angry drunk father, or his own choices. Especially his own choices.

Sam never saw them as choices. Not really. He could have stayed, been his fathers Soldier those years ago, but it would have only brought this moment sooner. He needed Dean. Wanted him. And that need has turned into the same possessive loathing he foresaw back in high school when puberty hit him like a runaway train.

"Get out of the way Dean. It's time to end this for good."

Shifting hazel eyes glitter with unshed tears, but Dean doesn't move. Doesn't let Sam finish what he started, what they started. Always in the fucking way. Never where he should be, never listening and understanding. Never strong enough to take what they both knew he wanted. Never strong enough to bend down and let Sam have.

"I'm sorry Sam. You're right. You're the strong one now. I can't hold you back, I can't save you. I don't know you anymore Sammy. But you're still my brother. I'm not gonna fail you again."

Dean's voice is bleak, the tone he used when he would lie about being alright with Dad's death. The kind of voice he used when talking about Mom. The weakness shining through clear and true and Sam wonders how he never heard it before. Why it never disgusted him before.

"Get. Out. Of. My. Way."

Lilith makes a noise, starts to rise, and he's moving just that fast, trying to get to her. He wants to kill her so very badly. He needs to kill her. For everything she did to him, for everything she stole. For hurting Dean, for breaking him, for making him become a monster just to get his revenge. For Mom and Dad and Justice and the Apocalypse. Pick a reason. He just has to. He has to end it.

The gun shot slams him back, rock salt sending nerves screaming as it burns through his skin. "You... you shot me!"

"Yeah Sam. Trust me. It's... well. One day you'll understand."

Dean's eyes are still soft. Not the hard steel he remembers but something closer to agate. Waxy and slick and soft enough to break. Two fingers to Lilith's brow, and Sam wonders 'What the Fuck' right before Dean pulls out angel mojo he had to have gotten from Castiel, from the fucking Choir Seriphim, and burns Lilith out. Burns himself out doing it, white heavenly fire scorching them both to ash, a wrathfully righteous soul sacrificed to destroy the very first demon.

Dean for Sam. Dean between Sam and the evil of the world. Always. To the end and back again. Even if the evil is Sam himself. Even when his death, his loss, is the thing that finally lets his brother give up and let go. Just let it all go.

"DEAN!!! It was supposed to be me."

And the righteous soul that spills the blood of the living in Hell shall be the breaking of the first Seal. In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit shall he set the world on it's course and so to shall he save it. For he is the Chosen of God.

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	Re: Supernatural Dean/Sam only one can win tripoverhercats 2009-05-11 06:55 am UTC (link)
	hugs them Sorry Sammy, but you will always be Dean's job to protect. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Supernatural Dean/Sam only one can win pegunicent 2009-05-11 08:42 am UTC (link)
	-loves on them- Yup. Even if Sammy doesn't like it. -loves on you- (Reply to this) (Parent)

Merlin Uther/Arthur "you look so much like your mother" (non-con)
(Anonymous)
2009-05-10 10:15 am UTC (link)

"You look so much like you mother." And he did, didn't he? Everyone had said so. The nurses who raised him and some of the older knights when he was still little. The statement was accompanied by a pat on the head and a smile. They said Arthur had her eyes, her hair and - when he was able to comprehend this - her gentleness.

When Uther said it he talked about Arthur's body. Arthur knew this because his father's eyes would leave his face and bear down on his frame. Arthur had always thought that the words were meant to insult. Uther didn't want his heir to be soft. So he had nodded and went to the yard and practised, practised, practised.

But now his father seemed to wait for something and the darkness in his eyes matched the one in his rooms. He grabbed Arthur's neck, his thumb placed under Arthur's jaw forcing his head up. Arthur watched the flickering candle on the table than his father.

"Sire."

"You talk to me like a bondsman to his liege?", Uther spat. His thumb had begun to move.

"Father", Arthur prompted. So he was the heir and neither soft nor gentle. Surely that was the lesson his father wanted to teach and like all of his lessons this one did not come without fear.

"So like your mother", Uther said.

"You told me. I will ... I try to better myself, father." Arthur almost winced. Speech like that had brought more than one swift slap to the face in the past. He jerked back when his father's other hand touched his cheek.

"Afraid of me, boy?"

"No." This was better. No waver in his voice that would give Uther reason to slap him. Why was his face burning then? Their relationship wasn't a close one. How could it be when Uther had to raise the future king?

So this contact was unexpected and foreign to Arthur in its execution.

Uther seemed to notice. His mouth curled in a brief, but mock smile. "Very much like her", he began. "She didn't know what to do when I wed her."

Arthur began to understand. This was the speech one of the older knights had given Arthur when he was younger. He felt his face heat up.

"There is no need, father. I ... I know what to do on my wedding night."

Uther got up, forcing Arthur to stumble after him. "Father, what-?" They stopped in front of Uther’s bed where no candle was lit. Arthur straightened up. His thoughts were raising, but nothing came of it. He finally looked his father in the eyes. Uther seemed to have waited for it, holding Arthur's gaze.

A cold voice told him that a deer must feel like this when the hounds were closing in. Arthur jerked back but his father's hand around his neck wouldn't let go. Uther used the other to grab Arthur's hair making any movement painful enough to give Arthur pause.

He understood now without finding the strength to comprehend. Uther didn't care for comprehension anyway. Nor his compliance, Arthur found out when he tried to break away once again. And how could he agree to something so unthinkable and vile?

Uther brought him in a position that might have meant a spanking when he was still young and for one foolish moment Arthur thought his shame was big enough to end his father's lesson then and there. The king forced Arthur's arm high up his back, warning him to stay still. He too went on his knees and pulled down his breeches.

Arthur expected pain but Uther only pushed an oily finger into him, moving it after some deep breaths. The terror should have made thinking impossible but it has been ingrained in Arthur that he could never afford to lose his wits. Not now, not when the humiliation of parting his legs would be his greatest.

He knew he didn't succeed when his father's chuckle came from above. Then his arm was forced higher up his back, making him hollow out his spine. Uther chose that moment to shove his cock in.

Arthur's eyes first started to water when the king let his arm go and stroked his hair. Uther did not speak of the queen again but his breathing grew louder, ending in a low groan when he pushed in all the way. After his father had moved away, Arthur was allowed to stand. He wiped away the water in his eyes with his sleeve, finding Uther staring at him when he looked up. Uther kissed his jaw then, his cheek and finally Arthur's mouth.

"Good boy", he murmured. "Good boy."

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Persona 3 Akihiko/Shinjiro blowjobs instead of explanations

cleflink
2009-05-11 12:11 am UTC (link)

He knew exactly how bad this looked.

"Shin…" Akihiko started but Shinjiro didn't give him the chance to object, just shoved him into the wall and dropped down to swallow Akihiko's prick to the root.

Akihiko bit back a curse, his hands patting awkwardly at Shinjiro's shoulders like he wasn't sure whether he wanted to pull him closer or shove him back. He was still wearing his gloves - must have had practice this afternoon - and fuck but that shouldn't have been as hot as it was, not when Shinjiro was on his knees in an alleyway and Akihiko looming over him like some preppy rich kid who could afford to buy sex whenever he wanted.

And Shinjiro was going to have a hell of a time convincing the fuckers who hunted round here that he wasn't interested after this. Like painting a fucking target on his chest.

Akihiko whimpered above him, needy and lost, and Shinjiro deliberately put all thoughts of his shitty life as far out of his head as he could. Now was not the time.

So he sucked harder, trying not to enjoy the smooth flex of Akihiko's hips beneath his fingers, the heady musk of the curls his face was buried in. Akihiko tasted good, clean and sharp with just the hint of soap. Shinjiro couldn't remember the last time he'd actually had a shower. Hopefully Akihiko was too distracted to notice. More questions were the last thing Shinjiro wanted right now.

"Shinji," Akihiko gasped, red-faced and heartbreakingly innocent, even like this. "S-stop I'm…"

Shinjiro ignored him and swallowed deep, focusing on not choking as bitter come flooded his mouth. Akihiko bit his lip as he came, nearly silent, and Shinjiro had to drag his eyes away from the blood beading on the slippery surface.

He stood abruptly and Akihiko slumped against the wall, shell-shocked and sated.

"Go home, Aki," he said, willing it to come out cold. "You don't belong here."

"Neither do you," Akihiko muttered, but Shinjiro was already gone, pulling his coat tight around himself as he skulked hurriedly away before Akihiko could gather himself enough to follow. Akihiko and his questions would find him again, Shinjiro was sure, but Shinjiro would find some way to put him off. Just like always.

Now he just had to convince himself to stop missing the fool and everything would be fine.

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Supernatural Dean/Castiel serving

tripoverhercats
2009-05-11 06:32 am UTC (link)

Right, this started with an idle comment in a chat. And it grew into a ficlet that would not leave me alone. Be careful what you tell an angel...

What He Wants

This morning was starting out much the same as almost every one lately. Wake from a restless half doze because he couldn’t *afford* to fall deeply asleep and face what burned in his mind and stare at an empty bed next to his own. At least this time the bed looked slept in and when Dean ran a hand along the covers, there was a faint residual warmth there. Gone for coffee or maybe breakfast.

Shit, shower and shave. Step one into dragging on the mask of ‘hey I’m just dandy peachy-keen’. Hopefully Sam wouldn’t be too long with the coffee which was the all important step two. He wrapped one of the motel’s towels around his waist and stepped back into the main room.

Hello. Prissy angel at ten o’clock. Castiel was sitting on the edge of his bed with that shuttered look like well… one of God’s own heavenly bitches… angels… forced to squat in a No-tell motel. Which didn’t even have the luxury of the vibrating bed. Or mirrored ceiling.

“You know you keep this up and people are going to talk.” Dean quipped at Castiel. Not his best shot, but best shots normally don’t come before coffee. And the blank look that Castiel turned on him meant that it had gone very wide of the mark.

“No one will notice I am here.”

“Why *are* you here?” Dean butted in before the angel could draw breath to continue. “Want to send me back to the night Mom died, so I can not do anything to change that? Nag at me that my brother is evil incarnate?”

He was obscurely pleased at the pinched look that Castiel was developing. The angel was becoming a pain in his ass, it was only fair to return the feeling.

“I… *we*… want you to trust in God’s plan,” the angel replied, standing up to face Dean, coat rustling. A small corner of Dean’s mind wondered if Castiel even knew that the coat could come *off* “Cast off your doubts and serve His will.”

Dean’s jaw tightened slightly. “Yeah, well maybe I want you to suck my dick too.” He flung the words out like a challenge, a slap to how little he cared for what the angels and God might want. The words failed to have the effect that Dean wanted, there was no automatic retort or fist flying at his face. Just a long, slow look, as if Castiel was trying to determine what Dean was implying. Same vocabulary, different language… so damned hard to get the insults right and …

Dean’s brain skidded to a halt when Castiel stepped forward and removed the towel from around Dean’s waist with a brisk tug. The angel didn’t even answer the spluttered "What the *fuck*” Dean was getting out of his mouth around before he knelt and…

Started sucking on his dick.

[[Continued next post!]]

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Re: Supernatural Dean/Castiel serving

tripoverhercats
2009-05-11 06:34 am UTC (link)

[[continued!]]

Coherent thought jumped out the window and ran screaming down the street, followed closely by his sanity. This… this could not be happening. This had to be some sort of truly fucked up dream, only if this was a dream, he was pretty sure Castiel would be better at this, right now it wasn’t exactly sexy being deep throated by a guy who… didn’t know what he was doing.

Because this was a lot more like getting his cock sucked down by a Hoover than the start of a really fucked up Penthouse letter. He bent over, one hand landing on Castiel’s shoulder, the other threading through dark hair. “Cas…” he hissed out, fingers clenching, trying to get out through a half-frozen set of vocal cords that getting sucked off did not actually involve removal of said dick. The tugging at the angel’s hair did get him to back off a bit, dark blue eyes lifting to meet stunned green. There was a rustle deep inside of Dean’s mind, like the wind catching the edge of a trench coat and making it flap, the settling of massive wings… he was half drowning in the blue gaze though, he couldn’t get out the words to tell Castiel to *stop*.

Then the feel of *other* was gone from his mind and Castiel made a simple nod, like he’d just figured something out. His hands raised, thumbs sliding along the edge of Dean’s hips and he turned and took Dean’s cock *back* with a long, slow lick from tip to root, nose nuzzling along, warm breath ghosting across his inner things.

Common sense stuck it’s head briefly in to try and yell at Dean that this was a *guy* and an *angel* between his legs right now, shouldn’t you be stopping him, only his libido told it to go the fuck away and make a sandwich or something because right now Castiel’s teeth were scraping down the underside of his cock, making it gleefully jump to attention. Having an angel rifle through your brain for all the right ways to suck a guy off was a far more devastating ability than just popping eardrums or eyes in Dean’s opinion. Cas had gone from worst to first and had one hand up by his sack now, sliding along that sensitive flesh while his lips popped around Dean’s tip, tounge lapping away the pre-cum, laving at his slit.

When the low throaty hum vibrates through him, everything shuts down and Dean can’t do anything more than just *feel* and make small desperate noises, hands tight in the dark hair, eyes screwed shut to see nothing but blackness until it all washes over white.

Coherency slid back in along with the other parts of his brain that had taken various hikes. He’s leaning against the wallpaper, body damp with sweat and buzzing with pleasure.

When he opens his eyes, he’s alone. But there’s a dent on his bed, from where someone else had sat. Dean retreats back into the bathroom and starts up the shower once more. The cool water sluices away the smell, but the sensation lingers on, like the itch of the brand on his arm and Dean wonders just how deeply the angel may have marked him this time.

“I am so screwed,” he murmured. “And that wasn’t an offer,” he added, looking upwards. Just in case.

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	Re: Supernatural Dean/Castiel serving pegunicent 2009-05-11 06:46 am UTC (link)
	But it should be! It really really should! Cas would make you so happy long time Dean! Just sell your soul to the good side! -gleeing soooo hard right now- (Reply to this) (Parent)

Supernatural Dean/Castiel the man who sold the world

pegunicent
2009-05-11 07:31 am UTC (link)

Dean is tired. Tired to his very soul, and Castiel can see it. The weariness, the aching pain that spreads out through the muscled frame. Dean sleeps fitfully, body collapsed in boneless exhaustion on the couch in Robert Singer's home.

Under the exhaustion lays the wrath. The fury that burns hotter than hell fire and drives Dean on. The wrath is tempered by love. Tempered by patience and Hope. Castiel understands Hope. He understands that it can hurt so much more than any pain of the flesh. It is his Father's gift, and in someways His curse, to humanity.

That Hope is wearing thin, and when it goes, it will take with it the wall that keeps Dean's Wrath at bay. The Wrath will drive him, as it drove his father John. Wrath, Patience, and Love. So much love, completely unconditional. The kind only humans and He are capable of. And maybe not Him either, depending on the book you read.

Castiel has his orders, and he has learned the price of questioning them. He will not disobey. He does not serve this tired, broken man who means so much to his Father. He does not serve humanity.

And yet. He has no orders against comfort. Against caring. He has watched Dean Winchester, has come close to the Fall for him and his strength, his Righteousness. Dean will not forgive him after tonight. And if he does, Castiel will be beyond deserving it.

Touching a gentle hand to the sleeping man's brow, he let himself enter the mortal's dream.

The lake again, bright and tranquil.

"Got something you can't tell me again? Come to yammer about the Divine Right? How I should be grateful to be your lap dog and you've got a Plan that's gonna get us all out of this fuck hole so you can go back to guarding your pearly gates against mud monkeys like me?"

Dean doesn't look at him, doesn't lift green eyes from the motionless pole in his hands. Though the words are insulting and self loathing, the tone is just weary. Wrung out.

Wrath can push a body for years, love longer, but the toll... How much of the toll has Castiel himself made Dean pay?

"I came to let you rest."

"I'll be mighty amazed if I'm not sleeping already Cas."

Dean is the one who named him that. Effortlessly, unthinking, a shortening of his name that somehow bespoke of trust and companionship that Dean gave so sparingly to others. Sam and Anna have adopted the moniker, but only from Dean is it more.

"Let me carry some of your burden." He finds himself saying, crouching down to look into Dean's eyes. He wants, so very much, to help this man. This unique soul.

Dean's eyes are hollow in the dream light. Aching pits of more pain and turmoil than a single mortal should be asked to shoulder. But there is an iron strength there to. Not broken, as Dean believes, as the others think and fear. No. It's simply being honed; tempered by the conflict in his soul, when released it will shine like the first flaming sword. Blazing under it's own power.

"I can't Cas. Cause it'll just be heavier when you let go."

And Castiel knows. He knows that Dean knows. This will not end happily like the fairy tales the Winchesters never believed in. Both brothers will be scarred.

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Re: Supernatural Dean/Castiel the man who sold the world

pegunicent
2009-05-11 07:32 am UTC (link)

Alistair was truthful, when he said there was a sort of beauty in suffering.

"Then let me give you peace tonight." He murmurs, and leans in to lay a kiss over those glittering eyes. He gives into the hand on his neck pulling him into a true kiss, and shifts the dream.

Another hotel, anywhere, the Winchesters have stayed in enough that the details flicker. The bed is soft, and Castiel lets Den undress him while he pays homage to the hard lines of the man's body with fingers and lips. It's easy, as it only can be in dreams, to trace the naked skin of Dean's hips, the vulnerable curve of his sex. easy to roll the hunter on top and let Dean's much more vast experience in this form of love guide him.

It's harder to turn the savage, angry thrusts into something pleasurable to them both. Harder to look into those lost eyes and see the man he swore, long long ago to a woman already counting down her days by a demon's deal, to watch over, always. Harder, but not too hard.

Not as hard as it is to cast aside the knowledge of his mission and let Dean find his pleasure in Castiel's vessel. It hurts to kiss pouty lips, knowing it's the only time he will ever, ever be allowed to do so.

When Dean sleeps, truly sleeps beyond the reach of dreams, Castiel moves through the Singer house, down to the locked panic room binding Samuel Winchester, and releases the door.

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	Re: Supernatural Dean/Castiel the man who sold the world tripoverhercats 2009-05-11 07:39 am UTC (link)
	Castiel... you are going to be a long long time being forgiven for that. And Dean may never forgive the ones who ordered you. hugs You'll have to sex him up a lot! (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Supernatural Dean/Castiel the man who sold the world pegunicent 2009-05-11 08:27 am UTC (link)
	Dean/Cas sex will save the word! And break Sammy's brain. -dances- (Reply to this) (Parent)

	Re: Supernatural Dean/Castiel the man who sold the world the_reverand 2009-05-18 12:20 am UTC (link)
	Nice! Poor Dean, and Castiel so concerned. Thank you for taking up my prompt! (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Supernatural Dean/Castiel the man who sold the world pegunicent 2009-05-18 01:45 am UTC (link)
	You're welcome! I can honestly say this is the longest one I've ever done. -is bad at pron- And one of the more emotionally trying ones. -hugs Dean and Cas- It's fun to get into Castiel's head and poke around even if canon screws everybody over. (Reply to this) (Parent)

Revolutionary Girl Utena Miki/Kozue garden

vortka
2009-05-11 07:09 pm UTC (link)

The rose garden became Miki’s obsession. Kozue could always find him there, watering the flowers that his precious Rose Bride had left behind.

Kozue shoved her twin down into the yellow roses and straddled his lap. “You know, she’s not coming back. She doesn’t want you. She never did.” Her slim fingers flied over the buttons of his uniform until his chest was completely exposed to her. “But don’t worry. I’ll always be here for you, brother.”

“Kozue…” Miki pushed his finger into her hair and pulled her forward. Their tongues met and danced against each other in perfect time with their grinding hips until neither could wait any longer. And as Kozue rode him to his climax, the wet suctioning sound of their love making echoing softly within the garden, she looked into her brother’s eyes and knew that it was not her that he was seeing. It would never be her, but at least she would always have this, the feeling of him thrusting and coming inside of her.

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Read or Die Yomiko/Nenene storybook romance

yomikoreadman
2009-05-11 09:41 pm UTC (link)

It was, in Yomiko’s mind, a storybook romance. She’d been swept off her feet by an author who brought her books by the boatload and didn’t even mind when she spent all day reading. Or reading over her shoulder while she tried to work.

Well, Nenene-sama sometimes minded that, but that was all right. Every romance needed some snag to make the plot interesting.

Actually Nenene-sama was more annoyed when she wanted to be intimate and Yomiko wouldn’t stop reading. It had gotten to the point where Nenene-sama had actually… Yomiko blushed to think it, had bought her to… climax and Yomiko had failed to notice. She’d honestly thought that the book was really that good.

And it was Nenene-sama’s writing, so shouldn’t that have been a compliment?

Well, perhaps she should have noticed when her skirt was suddenly bunched or that her thighs had been pulled apart, but that was right when the lead had brazenly confessed her love to the mysterious man, so what if her panties had felt a little wet? It was an exciting scene.

And perhaps she should have been a bit more suspicious when she felt something pulling her panties aside and something foreign probing her… well… her um… special place. But it was when the mysterious man had just reappeared from seeming death and pulled the heartbroken lead into a searing kiss and who knew if he was going to propose or be killed by the Yakuza? It certainly wasn’t worth putting the book down just to investigate someone poking at her.

By the time the foreign thing – Nenene-sama’s fingers, as she found out later – had slipped inside her, she was up to the love scene, and why shouldn’t she feel the same heady feeling of being full that the lead was feeling? It was excellent writing.

Yomiko was thrilled when she and the lead and the mysterious man all climaxed at the exact same time. So excited that she’d put down the book – just for a moment – to run and tell Nenene-sama what an amazing scene it was.

She’d been very surprised to find that Nenene-sama was already on the bed with her. Between her legs. With her hands in… a special place.

And so what if Yomiko was a little clueless. She’d offered to make up for it, hadn’t she? She had even put the book down long enough to lay Nenene-sama down on the mattress and return the favor.

…well… she had put the book down on Nenene’s stomach, face-up, but she had only turned the pages once while she was fingering her special place! …maybe twice.

Well, so what if she’d kept reading. It was a compliment.

Besides, every storybook romance needed at least one snag to make it interesting.

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Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro Neuro/Yako becoming legal
(Anonymous)
2009-05-11 10:27 pm UTC (link)

First time doing a drabble. Tell me what you think.

MTNN Neuro/Yako

written by DN from dnramblings.livejournal.com
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Neuro has waited years to torture her, again.

All the times he tied her up, hit her, and the countless other ways he made her submit to him as punishment or on some whim he had, it wasn’t just for her to evolve.

It was so he could get his hands on her, her body wrapped around his, also to see just how flexible she was.

It was also to hear those delicious little sounds she made at times. Those whimpers and those little moans were music to his ears.

It was what kept him satisfied until the right time.

The first rule of Hell when a demon comes to the human world was not to bring attention to them.

If he hadn’t kept himself otherwise occupied that rule would have been broken.

There would be much attention on him if people found out he was screwing his “boss” to the point she couldn’t walk straight anymore, while she was under-aged.

That didn’t matter any longer.

She was legal.

The demon even waited an extra year just to be sure.

He was going to fuck her until she couldn’t walk for a week.

Period.

Right after he hears her beg.

Neuro looked down into the flushed face of a panting and at her limit Yako.

He grinned.

“Yako… beg.”

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	Re: Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro Neuro/Yako becoming legal (Anonymous) 2009-05-11 10:30 pm UTC (link)
	Ah heck, is there a time difference I didn't know about. It is not even 1130 pm here. - DN (Reply to this) (Parent)

	ladynero 2009-05-11 11:04 pm UTC (link)
	PORN BATTLE IS NOW CLOSED (Reply to this)

Mulan Shang/Mulan dress-up
(Anonymous)
2009-05-11 11:13 pm UTC (link)

Imperial Prince Li Shang squirmed uncomfortably, tugging futilely at the ropes that tied his hands behind his back. His captors had left him in this small bare room all alone while they negotiated for whatever a captured prince could get them. He wished the Captain were here; then he was sure that everything—

The door burst open, and Shang’s head jerked up in surprise. Silhouetted in the doorway was a figure in armor, sword drawn. Upon seeing the prince, the sword was sheathed in an instant and suddenly there were strong arms around him, embracing him tightly. “Your Highness! I’m so glad you’re all right!”

“Captain Fa! You came for me,” the prince exclaimed in relief.

The prince’s bodyguard let the embrace linger for a moment, then freed one hand to draw a small dagger and start cutting Shang’s bonds. The other hand remained around Shang’s shoulders, a warm comforting weight. “Of course, your highness,” the captain murmured fondly, “as your bodyguard it’s my job to protect you no matter what.”

The ropes around Shang’s wrists fell away, and Captain Fa finally pulled away from the embrace to work on the ropes around his ankles as well. Shang drank in the welcome sight of his dearest captain bending over him, face sharp and intent on sawing at the ropes holding the prince captive.

Finally, the prince was free, and the captain stood quickly before offering a hand to help him up. Shang took the slim, strong hand in his, and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. Once he was upright, he wobbled precariously, and Captain Fa quickly threw an arm around his waist to support him. Shang smiled gratefully down at the small terror he called a bodyguard, marveling once again that someone so much smaller than he could make him feel so absolutely safe. “Captain,” he whispered, “thank you so much, I…have no idea what I would do without you.”

The captain quirked a smile, wrapping a hand behind the prince’s neck and pulling his head forward until their foreheads rested together. “It would help if you weren’t so good at getting in trouble, your highness,” was the affectionate reply. For a moment they just stood still, feeling each other’s warm breath on their faces, then suddenly they were locked in a deep kiss.

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“Mother, is there anything going on? I think I just saw Mulan heading towards her room in full armor!”

“Oh, no, daughter, nothing at all. My granddaughter is just being a girl for once…after all, girls love to play dress-up, don’t you know?”

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	Re: Mulan Shang/Mulan dress-up (Anonymous) 2009-05-11 11:15 pm UTC (link)
	...oops. Just a tiny bit late, it seems. >_____< (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Mulan Shang/Mulan dress-up ladynero 2009-05-11 11:41 pm UTC (link)
	grins It's okay. I figured a few people would post a couple drabbles "late" if only because of compter differences. It's when it's a half hour or later past the deadline is when I start pouting..... (Reply to this) (Parent)

	Re: Mulan Shang/Mulan dress-up zoi_no_miko 2010-01-03 06:00 am UTC (link)
	HAHAHAHA AWESOME. <3 <3 <3 (Reply to this) (Parent)