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ladynero (ladynero) wrote in porn_battle,
@ 2010-01-06 23:24:00

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prompts, round ten

Round Ten Prompts M through V

Magic Knight Rayearth, Eagle/Hikaru/Lantis, at last we can unwind
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro, Higuchi/Yako, glasses
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro, Higuchi/Yako, tech support
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro, Neuro/Yako, hungry
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro, Neuro/Yako, demon
Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro, Neuro/Yako, not quite evil
Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, what real magic can do
Merry Gentry, Sholto/Merry, tentacles
Metal Gear Solid, Dave/Hal, following orders
Metal Gear Solid, Liquid Snake/Otacon, interrogation
Metal Gear Solid 4, Dave/Hal, still horny
Metalocalypse, Charles/Toki, your picture
Metalocalypse, Nathan/Toki, women are all crazy bitches
Metalocalypse, Pickles/Toki, just like the 80s
Metalocalypse, Pickles/Toki, drunk
Metalocalypse, Pickles/Toki, experience vs youth
Metalocalypse, Toki/Pickles, punish me
Metroid, Samus/anyone, feather pubes
Middleman, Lacy/Noser, art vs. music
Middleman, Lacy/Wendy, roommates
Middleman, The Middleman/Wendy, father figure
Middleman, Wendy/Noser, name that tune
Mobile Suit Gundam, Amuro/Lalah, “I can play with you any time”
Mobile Suit Gundam, Char/Lalah, “tell me what to do, Lalah”
Mobile Suit Gundam, Char/Sayla, all her life she’d been calling her brother’s name
Moribito: Guardian of the Spirit, Shuga/any, underneath your robes
Moulin Rouge, Christian/The Duke, "As soon as the Duke gets his End...ing."
Moulin Rouge, Satine/Nini, Silk Stockings
Moulin Rouge, Satine/Nini, Competition
My-HiME, Akira/Takumi, exercise
My-HiME, Akira/Takumi, gender
My-HiME, Akira/Takumi, ninja skills
My-Otome, Chie/Aoi, robe
My-Otome, Chie/Aoi, flirt
My-Otome, Chie/Aoi, behind the scenes
My-Otome, Midori/Youko, “remember when...”
My-Otome, Midori/Youko, medicine

Nana, Hachi/Takumi, stop it
Nana, Nana/Hachi, when the party is over
Nana, Nana/Hachi, the way it was before
Nana, Nana/Hachi, things will never be the same
Nana, Nana/Hachi, after a hard day's work
Nana, Nana/Hachi, desiny
Nana, Nana/Hachi, kiss by the river
Nana, Nana/Hachi, I fell in love with a girl
Nana, Nana/Hachi, I'll take care of you
Nana, Nana/Ren, kiss me kill you
Nana, nana/Ren, drugs, obsession
Nana, Rin/Shin, fun and games
Nana, Shin/Nobu, manly
Nana, Shin/Nobu, too much to drink
Nana, Shin/Reira, act your age
Naruto, Orochimaru/Anko, pawn
Naruto, Orochimaru/Anko, first time
Naruto, Orochimaru/Anko, the perfect weapon
Naruto, Sasuke/Naruto/Sakura, balance
Naruto, Sasuke/Naruto/Sakura, triptych
Naruto, Sasuke/Naruto/Sakura, tame
Naruto, Sasuke/Naruto/Sakura, not a virgin anymore
NCIS, Abby/McGee, these handcuffs aren't just for show
NCIS, anyone, sex in autopsy
NCIS, Gibbs/DiNozzo, "a head-slap really shouldn't turn him on"
NCIS, Gibbs/DiNozzo, my favorite movie
No More Heroes, Jeane/anyone, her rise to the top

One Piece: Luffy/Zoro, Duties of the First Mate

Pact, The, Lenny/Spence, practice
Persona 4, Rise/anyone, wide-legged stand, still sore
Peter Pan, Hook/Mr Darling, mirrors
Peter Pan, Wendy/Peter, mum and dad are fighting again
Peter Pan, Wendy/Peter, you can't win
Peter Pan, Wendy/Peter, still children
Phone Booth, Stu Shepard/The Caller, Phone Sex
Phone Booth, Stu Shepard/The Caller, Spreader Bars
Phone Booth, Stu Shepard/The Caller, Kinbaku/Japanese Rope Bondage
Phone Booth, Kelly Shepard / Pam, Commiserating mutual betrayal
Phone Booth, Kelly Shepard / Pam, Reclaiming what's mine
Pinocchio, Lampwick/Pinocchio, drink
Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack/James, part of the crew
Pirates of the caribbean, Will/Elizabeth, away too long
Princess Tutu, Ahiru/Mytho, the what ifs and maybes
Princess Tutu, Fakir/Ahiru, never regretting
Princess Tutu, Fakir/Ahiru, on a white horse
Princess Tutu, Fakir/Ahiru, dancing

Reservoir Dogs, White/Orange, twist in the tale
Real Genius, Chris/Mitch, under pressure
Real Genius, Chris/Jordan/Mitch, she doesn't sleep
Real Ghostbusters (TV), Egon/Janine, hot in here
Real Ghostbusters (TV), Peter/Egon, catch me I'm falling
Real Ghostbusters (TV), Ray/Egon, go slow down
Real Ghostbusters (TV), Ray/Peter, gadgets
Real Ghostbusters (TV), Janine/anyone, ectoplasm
RG Veda, Kendappa/Souma, pink
RG Veda, Kendappa/Souma, possession
RG Veda, Kendappa/Souma, dancing
RG Veda, Kendappa/Souma, milk and honey
Romeo and Juliet, Tybalt/Lady Capulet, favorite nephew
Rurouni Kenshin, Aoshi/Misao, overprotective
Rurouni Kenshin, Aoshi/Misao, give and take
Rurouni Kenshin, Aoshi/Misao, submission
Rurouni Kenshin, Aoshi/Misao, early mornings and tea

Sailor Moon, Kunzite/Zoicite, take your frustrations out on me
Saiyuki, Hazel/Zakuro, illusions are always better than reality
She-ra: Princess of Power, Adora/General Sunder, playing prisoner
She-ra: Princess of Power, Adora/General Sunder, remember when
She-ra: Princess of Power, Flutterina/Bow, beautiful wings
She-ra: Princess of Power, Sweet Bee/Perfuma, drawn to you
Silmarillion, the: Aredhel/Celegorm: cunnilingus
Silmarillion, the: Aredhel/Celegorm: dream of me
Silmarillion, the: Aredhel/Celegorm: fingering/handjob
Silmarillion, the: Aredhel/Celegorm: flirtation that goes too far
Silmarillion, the: Aredhel/Eol: dubcon
Silmarillion, the: Celegorm/Luthien: not wholly unwilling
Silmarillion, the: Celegorm/Luthien: replacement for Aredhel
Silmarillion, the: Finrod/Curufin: D/s
Silverhawks, Steelheart/Quicksilver/Steelwill, twins share everything
Sky High, Warren/Layla, apples
Sky High, Warren/Layla, blush
Sky High, Warren/Layla, bubbles
Sky High, Warren/Layla, lanterns by night
Sky High, Warren/Will/Layla, arms wide open
Sky High, Warren/Will/Layla, freedom
Sky High, Warren/Will/Layla, in the city
Sky High, Warren/Will/Layla, makes it better
Sky High, Will/Warren, always the best
Sky High, Will/Warren, don't be
Sky High, Will/Warren, stumbling
Sky High, Will/Warren, super
Slayers, Zelgadis/Amelia, between a rock and a hard place
Slayers, Zelgadis/Amelia, camping out
Son Of A Witch, Trism/Liir, education
Song of Fire and Ice, Oberyn/Ellaria, serpentine
Song of Fire and Ice, Sansa/anyone, standing on her own two feet
Song of Ice and Fire, A: Daenerys/Jon: put out or I won’t fight the Others
Song of Ice and Fire, A: Oberyn/Ellaria: BDSM play
Song of Ice and Fire, A: Oberyn/Jaime: tease
Song of Ice and Fire, A: Oberyn/Willas: what you always wanted
Song of Ice and Fire, A: Sandor/Cersei: manipulation
Song of Ice and Fire, Arya/Sansa/Sandor, wolves and dogs
Song of Ice and Fire, Drogon/Viserion/Rhaegal/Daenerys, waking the dragon
Song of Ice and Fire, Jamie/Cersei, nothing but mammals
Song of Ice and Fire, Stannis/Davos, on the high seas
Song of the Lioness, Alanna (Alan)/George, appearances
Soul Eater, Kid/Maka, “Your panties aren't symmetrical.”
Soul Eater, Kid/Maka, of angels and death
Soul Eater, Soul/Maka, black blood
Soul Eater, Soul/Maka, insanity
Soul Eater, Soul/Maka, piano
Soul Eater, Soul/Maka, scythe
Spiderman (movieverse), Peter/Eddie Brock, corruption
Spirited Away, Haku/Chihiro, coming of age
Spirited Away, Haku/Chihiro, full moon
Spirited Away, Haku/Chihiro, swimming
Star Trek (reboot), Kirk/McCoy, doctor's office
Star Trek (reboot), Kirk/McCoy, playful
Star Trek (reboot), Kirk/Sulu, can't help it
Star Trek (reboot), Kirk/Sulu, captain's chair
Star Trek (reboot), Kirk/Sulu, in the media's eye
Star Trek (reboot), Kirk/Sulu, the good life
Star Trek (reboot), Spock/Uhura, tongue twisters
Star Trek (reboot), Spock/Uhura, touch
Star Trek (reboot), Sulu/Chekov, helm
Star Trek (reboot), Sulu/Chekov, in the lab
Star Trek Deep Space 9, Miles/Bashir, glitch in the holosuite programming
Star Trek: McCoy/Kirk, Allergic reactions
Star Wars, Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan, bonding
Star Wars, Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan, taking shelter from the storm
Stardust, Captain Shakespeare/first mate, dressing up
Stripes, John/Russell, getting out of the army
Suikoden II, Jillia Blight/anyone, her last name suits her
Supernatural, Andy/Anseem, so very wrong
Supernatural, Anna/Bela, gifts
Supernatural, Anna/Ruby, clouds
Supernatural, Anna/Ruby, two worlds colliding
Supernatural, Anna/Uriel, surrender
Supernatural, Bela/Ruby, shaking
Supernatural, Bela/Ruby, tricks
Supernatural, Jess/Jo, motorboating
Supernatural, Ruby/Anna, new sins for old
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, bend not broken
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, definitely
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, reconcile
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, rocking it
Supernatural, Sam/Jess, let it flow
Supernatural, Uriel/Dean, sensory overload
Supernatural, Uriel/Dean, wings
Supernatural: Castiel/Dean, So it sayeth in the Gospels aka Prophesies bitch
Swordspoint, Richard/Alec, gambling
Swordspoint, Richard/Alec, manners

Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, coffee vs. tea
Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, drinking to their memories
Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, sniffles
Torchwood: Jack/Ianto, This trick from Theta Gamacles...
Transformers (G1), Arcee/Rodimus Prime, reassurance
Transformers (G1), Arcee/Springer, I thought you were dead
Transformers (G1), Cyclonus/Rodimus Prime, compete
Transformers (G1), Cyclonus/Rodimus Prime, harder
Transformers (G1), Cyclonus/Rodimus Prime, pain
Transformers (G1), Cyclonus/Rodimus Prime, seeking
Transformers (G1), Cyclonus/Rodimus Prime, slave
Transformers (G1), Cyclonus/Rodimus Prime, wisdom
Transformers (G1), Galvatron/Cyclonus, overclocked
Transformers (G1), Galvatron/Cyclonus, plasma
Transformers (G1), Galvatron/Cyclonus, rest in peace
Transformers (G1), Galvatron/Cyclonus, tenderness
Transformers (G1), Galvatron/Rodimus Prime, chain
Transformers (G1), Galvatron/Rodimus Prime, chase
Transformers (G1), Galvatron/Rodimus Prime, heal
Transformers (G1), Galvatron/Rodimus Prime, surrender
Transformers (G1), Galvatron/Rodimus Prime, torn
Transformers (G1), Galvatron/Rodimus Prime, wings
Transformers (G1), Optimus Prime/Hot Rod, burden
Transformers (G1), Optimus Prime/Hot Rod, devotion
Transformers (G1), Optimus Prime/Hot Rod, discipline
Transformers (G1), Optimus Prime/Hot Rod, rain
Transformers (G1), Optimus Prime/Hot Rod, tempt
Transformers (G1), Optimus Prime/Ironhide, carry
Transformers (G1), Optimus Prime/Ironhide, games
Transformers (G1), Optimus Prime/Ironhide, guardian
Transformers (G1), Optimus Prime/Ironhide, hurt
Transformers (G1), Optimus Prime/Ironhide, space
Transformers (G1), Optimus Prime/Prowl/Jazz, command
Transformers (G1), Optimus Prime/Prowl/Jazz, salvation
Transformers (G1), Optimus Prime/Prowl/Jazz, tender
Transformers (G1), Optimus Prime/Prowl/Jazz, the open road
Transformers (G1), Optimus Prime/Prowl/Jazz, trine
Transformers (G1), Prowl/Jazz, croon
Transformers (G1), Prowl/Jazz, cry
Transformers (G1), Prowl/Jazz, rhythm
Transformers (G1), Prowl/Jazz, soul
Transformers (G1), Sideswipe/Bluestreak/Sunstreaker, iron
Transformers (G1), Sideswipe/Bluestreak/Sunstreaker, laughter
Transformers (G1), Sideswipe/Bluestreak/Sunstreaker, nightmares
Transformers (G1), Sideswipe/Bluestreak/Sunstreaker, protection
Transformers (G1), Sideswipe/Bluestreak/Sunstreaker, shine
Transformers (G1), Sideswipe/Bluestreak/Sunstreaker, skill
Transformers, Galvatron/Cyclonus, bound and gagged
Transformers, Grimlock/Bumblebee, "well, this was unexpected"
Transformers, Ironhide/Sunstreaker/Sideswipe/etc, battle-high
Transformers, Jazz/Mirage/Bumblebee/etc, Spec Ops games
Transformers, Megatron/Starscream, bragging
Transformers, Optimus Prime/Starscream, hard to get
Transformers, Perceptor/Fireflight, sweet and sparkly
Transformers, Perceptor/Skyfire/Wheeljack, science/sex-toy competition
Transformers, Ratchet/First Aid, Swoop, training gone to far
Transformers, Shockwave/Soundwave, sound
Transformers, Skyfire/Starscream, for science
Transformers, Springer/Wheeljack, "good together"
Transformers, Sunstreaker/Sidswipe/Miles, "more than before"
Trash, Will/Guy, birthday
Trinity Blood, Abel/Alessandro, give me a reason
Trinity Blood, Abel/Cain, am I my brother's keeper?
Trinity Blood, Abel/Vaclav, communion
Trinty Blood, Abel/Astha, try to break me
TRON, Flynn/Alan, back to the real world
TRON, Flynn/Ram, in my arms
Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles, Fai/Kurogane, family
Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles, Fai/Kurogane, werewolf!Kurogane
Twilight, Bella/Edward, The Worst Cliche Ever

Uninvited, The (2009 movie), Anna/Mildred, stories

Valkyrie Profile, Arngrim/Lawfer, idol worship
Valkyrie Profile: Covenant of the Plume, Darius/Earnest, equals in bed
Valkyrie Profile: Covenant of the Plume, Ailyth/Wylfred, punishment
Valkyrie Profile: Covenant of the Plume, Phiona/Valmur, so wrong
Valkyrie Profile: Covenant of the Plume, Ancel/Wylfred, best friends
Vampire Knight, Kaname/Zero, mastery
Vampire Knight, Kaname/Zero, say what you want most
Vampire Knight, Kaname/Yuki, playing dolls
Vampire Knight, Kaname/Yuki, not as kind as he looks
Vampire Knight, Yuki/Zero, control
Vampire Knight, Yuki/Zero, innocence is only a word
Venture Brothers, Brock/Pete, what a fine ass
Venture Brothers, Underbheit/Pete, roommates
Venture Brothers, The Alchemist/Pete, you're gay, right?
Veronica Mars, Logan/Rafe (from episode 'My Big Fat Greek Rush Week'), prisoner
Violinist of Hameln, Hamel/Flute, Beauty of the Beast
Violinist of Hameln, Hamel/Flute, 20 years married
Violinist of Hameln, Hamel/Flute, pregnancy

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A Helping Tentacle Or Ten. Supernatural, Uriel/Dean, sensory overload

bridgetmkennitt
2010-01-07 07:05 am UTC (link)

At half past eight on the clock, Uriel appeared in the motel room as sudden and swiftly as he normally did. Dean, sitting at the edge of the bed and completely at home amidst the peeling wallpaper and faded sheets, gave him an arrogant grin. "You're late."

Uriel snorted as he edged closer, his steps calm and calculated. "You have a high opinion of yourself, boy, if you think I'll fly to you at your beck and call."

"Maybe I do. Someone has to indulge me when my brother is out having sex with every demon he comes across." Dean continued to talk as he shrugged off his leather jacket, tossing it aside. "Why shouldn't I do the same with angels?"

"Anyone ever tell you that you have a strange sense of self?"

Dean laughed as he stood up and shrugged off the rest of his clothes, letting them tumble to the floor in a mishap fashion. "Anyone ever tell you that you talk too much? Shut up and fuck me already."

Uriel let his gaze trail down Dean's body, letting it linger on Dean's hardening cock pointing straight up to the stained ceiling. "I could just stay right here and watch you suffer. You humans always love to suffer."

"Yeah, maybe. What about it?" He lifted his chin. "You going to make me suffer, Uriel? At least it'll give me something to do besides think about Sam. I'm tired of thinking. I just want to feel something good."

A smirk slowly slid on Uriel's face and he pushed Dean against the wall. "As a hunter, I'm sure you've seen a lot of the supernatural world and what dwells within. But have you ever encountered this sort of creature?"

Before Dean could demand a straight answer, Uriel stepped aside and behind him was a creature that Dean could only describe as a thing with numerous tentacles. No body, no head, just tentacles. Lots and lots of tentacles.

"What are you playing at?" Dean demanded as he continued to stare at the creature. He wasn't sure, but he could swear that the thing was staring back at him.

"I am merely giving you exactly what you wanted. You won't be able to think properly through all the pleasure this creature will give you." Uriel gestured with his right hand and the tentacles shot forward at Dean, pinning him against the wall, face first.

Dean wanted to snap, "Tentacles aren't my kind of pleasure," but before he could voice that sentiment, a tentacle slipped between his lips. As Dean tried to jerk his head away from that tentacle, more began to wrap around him.

It was when he could not struggle around the iron grip of the tentacles that he began to realize what they were doing. He could feel some of the smaller tentacles wrapping around his cock while a few more rubbing against his nipples. They were trying to arose him, and unfortunately, they were succeeding.

Uriel chuckled from somewhere behind him. "Shh, just relax, boy. I'll give you exactly what you need."

Dean struggled to yell obscenities at Uriel for being a grade A dick for not sticking his dick in him in the beginning, but the tentacle in his mouth muffled his sounds. Uriel seemed to have gotten the message, however, because the tentacles behind Dean inched lower to spread his ass cheeks open.

Dean felt the thick head of Uriel's cock against his hole and tried to impale himself on it, but the tentacles held him tight in their grasp. Uriel placed his hands on Dean's hips, chuckling against the back of Dean's neck as he pushed in.

"Already lubed up? Why am I not surprised." Uriel began to thrust inside as the tentacles continued to stroke Dean's body parts. "Did you do this while you waited for me? Stupid of me to ask, of course you did. I can imagine you now, boy, with your fingers between your legs and dripping with lube as you ready yourself for me."

Dean couldn't deny it, but after Uriel fucked his brains out, Dean was going to kick his ass for the slight. Then he stopped thinking as he let himself get swept up by the sensory overload of cock and tentacles.

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	Re: A Helping Tentacle Or Ten. Supernatural, Uriel/Dean, sensory overload dragovianknight 2010-01-07 04:43 pm UTC (link)
	Hooooot, and Uriel is a perfect dick in more ways than one! ^___^ Also, he brought Dean a tentacle monster of his very own. ♥ (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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	Re: A Helping Tentacle Or Ten. Supernatural, Uriel/Dean, sensory overload zoi_no_miko 2010-01-07 04:59 pm UTC (link)
	dies laughing and cheers on the tentacle porn (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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bridgetmkennitt, 2010-01-14 10:36 pm UTC

Sailor Moon, Kunzite/Zoicite, take your frustrations out on me

zoi_no_miko
2010-01-07 07:16 am UTC (link)

1/2

"Take your frustrations out on me," he whispers through narrowed eyes - my teacher, my friend, my lover. God knows I need it, stress leaving me stretched tight as a bowstring and ready to snap. Still, I keep my composure as we move through the Dark Kingdom, always a step behind him as a good student should be.

I keep my composure until we're alone, until his regal white cape is tossed over a chair and my long curls are unbound, until we don't need to keep up the pretence any longer. I drop into a polished ebony wood chair, smooth and sleek like my boots, and cross one leg over the other. "Strip."

His only response is a little knowing smirk that plays about the corners of his mouth, and he complies. Strong fingers move over fabric to reveal dusky skin underneath, quick but sensual, and I find myself wondering if he leaves his uniform unbuttoned intentionally, to remind me of things like this.

Clothing shed, he kneels at my feet, beautiful angles and firm muscles, gray eyes looking up at me through the silken curtain of white hair. It's a beautiful sight, having him flushed and submissive at my feet, half hard already and willing to obey my every command.

I stretch out one booted leg, running the toe up his bicep, using it to push his chin up, then stroking the side of my foot against the side of his face. I feel my pulse beat faster at the sight, black leather, white hair and tanned skin, feel myself harden inside my slacks just from the thought of what's to come. "You know what to do."

His fingers stroke over the sleek leather of my boots, and he leans closer to kiss the leather over my calf before slowly tugging the zipper undone with his teeth. Left to his own devices he would spend ages worshiping my boots, but we both know that this isn't what I want, what I need today.

Boots set aside, strong hands rub up and down my thighs, briefly kneading stiff muscles before undoing my belt, my slacks, tugging them open and down my thighs. I am more than ready for him, and he takes me in his mouth hungrily, lips hot and wet and perfect as they part over the head of my erection. I tangle my fingers in his hair, clenching hard, and the touch of my nails on his scalp only spurns him on, shuddering and groaning around me, cheeks hollowed as he sucks me, works his tongue against me, letting the head of my cock brush the back of his throat.

For a moment, I indulge him, because I like to see how hungry he is for it, how desperate for my cock. Then I slide forward, hands tightening on the back of his head, and thrust deep into his throat.

He half-chokes around me but doesn't fight it, hands clenching at my thighs as I pull back and do it again. "That's it," I hiss, feeling him shudder at my words. "Take it like a good little slut. Just been waiting for this, haven't you? To get down on your knees and beg for my cock in your mouth?" It's all I can do to keep from moaning, the slick heat of his mouth and vibrations of his groans driving shivers up my spine. Sometimes I'll do this until I come in his mouth, letting him rut against my still booted leg. Other times I'll pull back to come on his lips and face, seed slick and pearly white against dark skin. But today won't be for that. I thrust into his mouth a few more times and then pull back, gasping despite myself at the suction he applies, causing me to leave his mouth with a soft pop.

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Re: Sailor Moon, Kunzite/Zoicite, take your frustrations out on me

zoi_no_miko
2010-01-07 07:16 am UTC (link)

2/2

"Ready yourself for me."

"Yes, Zoisato-sama," he murmurs, voice rough, now he the servant and I the lord. Lube is never far away, and he kneels back on the dark woven rug, eyes not leaving mine as he strokes slick fingers over his cock, flushed dark and beautiful thick. Only then do I stand, shedding the rest of my clothes fluidly. Then I push him back and straddle him, arms tight around his shoulders as I lower myself onto his cock.

"Mine," I gasp, fingers digging into his back as my body stretches around him, the burn of penetration hot and vivid, pleasure and sensation crawling up my spine. I need this as much as I need to control him, need to ache with him, feel the intensity of pleasure-pain. I kiss him then, as I begin to rock on him, sucking and biting at his lips and tongue, crying out into his mouth as he bucks up into me. The pace we set is fast and frantic, my nails raking over his back and shoulders, clenching at him hard enough to draw blood. It makes him as wild as it always does, hands clenched bruisingly hard at my hips, pulling me down onto him as his mouth moves to suck and bite at my shoulders, at the crook of my neck.

I angle my hips just so, crying out as I my sweet spot is hit by the head of his cock with each thrust, building pleasure hard and fast. I let my head fall back and my back arch, curls cascading down my back and brushing my ass and his thighs, a strange, gentle contrast to the intensity of everything else. My cock, trapped between us, rubs against the sweat-streaked warmth of his stomach with every thrust, and a few more hard thrusts are all it takes to pull me over the edge, fingers digging into his shoulders as everything comes to a crest of overwhelming sensation, spilling hot and slick on his stomach and chest.

This is how I forget about losing.

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Nana, Nana/Hachi, when the party is over

zoi_no_miko
2010-01-07 07:33 am UTC (link)

When Nana sings, it makes me wet.

But I never want the parties to end - Nobu and Shin jamming, laughing, playing. Yasu with a cigarette in one hand and a pencil in the other, taking notes as his foot taps an unconscious beat on the floor. And Nana... beautiful, passionate fiery Nana, voice sweet one moment and growling the next.

When the boys finally leave, we ignore the mess - I always make sure to put leftovers away first, and the beer cans can wait until the morning. Then we fall into bed and Nana makes me sing, her lips against mine, her mouth on my throat, on my breasts. Her fingers slip between my legs, knowing that I'm already wet for her, and the work me nimbly, bringing me to climax even as she rocks onto my fingers, letting me feel her heat and stoke her flames until she, too, finds release.

Sometimes I wonder if it's narcissism, to love this other Nana as much as I do. Perhaps she's simply the piece of me that I never knew was missing until now.

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	Re: Nana, Nana/Hachi, when the party is over hamimi_fk 2010-01-07 01:03 pm UTC (link)
	Wow, delicious! I especially love how you keep in Hachi's voice as I'm use to her POV from the manga. ^_^ (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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Metalocalypse, Toki/Pickles, punish me

piiratecupcake
2010-01-07 11:32 pm UTC (link)

“Stops rubbings up against Skwisgaar!” Toki hissed at Pickles, eyes flashing possessively at the smaller man, who only grinned and went back over to 'help' Skwisgaar.

Toki growled low in his throat as Pickles reached out and positioned Skwisgaar's fingers on the strings of his guitar. Skwisgaar frowned; he didn't need advice from anyone, and he was probably as confused by Pickles' strange behaviour as Toki was.

Annoyed now, and on the verge of really losing his temper, Toki stormed over to Pickles, lifted him clean off the floor, and carried him off, throwing Skwisgaar a dark look which dared him to comment. Skwisgaar shrugged and looked away.

Pickles cried out in surprise as Toki pushed him roughly into a cupboard and followed him in, closing the door, enveloping the lovers in darkness.

“What's yous playings at?” Toki demanded in a moody whisper.

He gasped as Pickles suddenly latched onto him, his lips trailing the sensitive skin beneath Toki's ear. “Punish me,” he whispered.

Toki's eyebrows shot up and he let out a small laugh of relief. Pickles didn't want Skwisgaar. He just wanted to play a game with Toki. Well, games were something Toki was good at. He smirked into Pickles' dreads, and cupped the drummer's crotch. Pickles was already hard and he moaned as Toki unfastened his jeans.

Toki chuckled and nipped the hollow of Pickles' throat with his teeth. He was stroking the drummer's bare cock now, the jeans loose and falling down. Pickles moaned and grabbed at Toki's crotch, but with his free hand Toki caught Pickles' wrist and tutted into his ear.

“No,” he whispered, and continued stroking Pickles slowly. Pickles cried out.

“Toki,” he whined, “gahd, Toki, jest lemme...”

“No.” Toki stopped moving his hand and Pickles groaned loudly, writhing desperately, helpless.

“Ahlright, ah'm sahry, sahry, please...”

Toki's smirk widened and he started his stroking once more. Pickles fell quiet, silent save for his gasping breaths and tiny moans in Toki's ear. Pickles' breathing became quicker, his body more tense, and Toki knew that it must be soon, it was going to be any second now...

… and Toki stopped moving his hand

“Toki!” Pickles pleaded, and Toki could hear that he was on the verge of tears. Good.

“Ja?” Toki asked quietly.

“Toki, please...” Pickles wriggled weakly. Toki still held his wrist and Pickles simply didn't have the strength to fight the younger man. Toki waited until all of the fight had gone out of the drummer's body before he moved them both backwards, so that, hidden in the dark closet, Pickles was pressed against the wall, Toki's hand on his cock. Pickles moaned.

Toki unfastened his own jeans slowly, feigning calmness. Almost lazily, he licked his fingers and pushed them inside the drummer, who writhed on them, whimpering when Toki removed them.

“What's yous wantings?” Toki asked gently.

His response was given as a barely audible moan. “Fuck me.”

“Hmm.” Toki dropped the gentlest of kisses onto Pickles' earlobe. “I don'ts knows if I shoulds. Yous wanteds me to punish yous.”

“Yer've punished me, Toki!” Pickles cried out. “Please!”

“Alrights then,” Toki chuckled.

He pushed inside Pickles', who gasped and shouted loudly, tearing at Toki's back through his t-shirt. Toki groaned in pleasure as he fucked the tiny drummer, a fine layer of sweat coating his face and arms.

Pickles came with a strangled cry of delight and relief against Toki's stomach. The feel of it sent Toki over the edge. Toki chuckled as Pickles slid to the floor.

“What yer laughin' at?” Pickles asked groggily.

Toki had pulled his jeans up and was holding something in his hands that Pickles couldn't make out in the darkness. “Readys for the reals punishment, Pickle?”

“What?” Pickles asked, vaguely panicky.

“I've gots your jeans!” And with that, Toki ran off, leaving a half-dressed, sticky drummer in the closet.

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	Re: Metalocalypse, Toki/Pickles, punish me misdreya.livejournal.com 2010-01-08 12:42 am UTC (link)
	I've never thought about Toki and Pickles being a couple, but submissive Pickles is just my cup o' tea. :D This was insanely good. :) (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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	Re: Metalocalypse, Toki/Pickles, punish me junkiecosmonaut 2010-01-08 06:24 am UTC (link)
	Loved this! Very hot, and the ending is just so Toki like lol (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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piiratecupcake, 2010-01-08 02:08 pm UTC

NCIS, Gibbs/DiNozzo, "a head-slap really shouldn't turn him on"

whatifisaidno
2010-01-08 02:31 am UTC (link)

A head-slap shouldn't turn him on. A head-slap really really shouldn't turn him on, particularly when his back is against the alley wall behind a decidedly-gay gentleman's club and Gibbs isn't just crowding him, but pressed up against him in a remarkable show of impulse undercover work, hiding their faces from the three men they've been following. Who have decided to stop for a smoke. Lovely.

Gibbs' lips brush against Tony's with each breath, simulating a kiss and almost but not quite touching. Groping hands pull him in by the ribcage, closing the distance Tony's managed to keep between them forcefully. Tony's head spins and he clutches at the wall and a safe place on Gibb's back as his sides are stroked and hips groped in a way that he really doesn't know how to respond to when it's Gibbs.

"Tony," Gibbs hisses in his ear, bringing him back to reality.

"Yes, boss," he whispers. There's a hand holding him in place by his belt, lips moving against his jawline and when Gibbs reaches up on their hidden side to smack him, that's what does it. Tony gasps and fists his hands in Gibbs shirt as he finally, belatedly feels himself join in on the show. It takes a few moments for him to focus his eyes in the direction of the street. "They're still there. Smoking," he whispers.

"Good," Gibbs murmurs against his skin and Tony sighs in a way entirely unrelated to the play they're supposed to be putting on. The suspects glance in their direction and Gibbs is protecting his identity again, this time with his mouth, closed lipped on Tony's. Tony kisses back automatically and sighs as Gibbs hands soften on his back and sides. He forgets about the men he's supposed to be watching and for a long moment is at a loss to everything but Gibbs lips moving lightly against his own in a simulation of passion that is almost, nearly, too real.

Tony freezes in horrified anticipation as Gibbs leans forward that last inch to press their hips together. Gibbs falls into stillness against him without stepping back. Of course, he can't, they're still being watched, Tony reminds himself and is acutely sick to his stomach. If nothing else humiliated nausea is going to take care of his body's sudden interest soon enough. He doesn't dare breathe and is pretty sure he's about to throw up and/or die from shock induced suffocation against the brick wall when Gibbs' unmoving lips leave his own and suddenly there is stubble and sharp teeth on his neck, kissing and biting.

"Relax," Gibbs orders him sharply and Tony does, groaning with humiliation, but in the way that makes him knock his head against the brick wall, not the way he's sure Gibbs meant. Gibbs is bodily holding him up now and Tony's hands involuntarily move from the very safe place he's found on Gibbs waist to clutch at his back and hips to stay upright as Gibbs lips move from his no-doubt red and bruising tendons to create havoc beneath his ear. Tony gasps and he covers his own mouth with a fist, struggling to breathe and not simply straddle Gibbs thigh and let him go at him for real and really end his career.

Suddenly Gibbs' hands relax on his hips, simply holding him up now, and he lets up on Tony's neck to hide his face between his shoulder and the wall. Tony's pretty sure it couldn't be for any reason as mundane as letting Tony catch his breath. He glances around the back of Gibbs head to the street and sure enough the three men are gone.

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	Re: NCIS, Gibbs/DiNozzo, "a head-slap really shouldn't turn him on" zoi_no_miko 2010-01-08 04:38 am UTC (link)
	... I have no clue who these guys are but... GUH. Holy hot as hell. They need to keep going with this "making out against a wall makes you invisible" thing. (Reply to this) (Parent)

	Re: NCIS, Gibbs/DiNozzo, "a head-slap really shouldn't turn him on" ificouldfly 2010-01-08 09:29 am UTC (link)
	Holy crap, I could totally imagine this in my head :D At first I was like 'noo I don't want to read Gibbs making out with anyone' but I'm glad I did because that was ridiculously awesome. Great job! (Reply to this) (Parent)

Vampire Knight, Yuki/Zero, Innocence Is Only a Word -- Pt. 1
(Anonymous)
2010-01-08 09:24 am UTC (link)

His hand on my hip, behind me in that white tiled bathroom. A chin on my shoulder.

"Yuki..."

His voice, a breathy moan of desperation and pain and feral want.

"Go ahead."

Two sharp pricks, nothing really, not for a friend. Not for my partner.

I can feel the blood being sucked out of my veins, and I imagine this is how an apple feels when the first bite is taken, piercing pain and then the juices slowly disappearing.

To keep Zero alive is to condone a monster. I am a source of food in the most literal way. As I feel my lifeblood leave my body, I wonder if my innocence is leaving with it.

"Uhm, Yuki," Zero murmurs, lips moving against the bruise I can already feel. The hand on my hip slides across to grip my thigh, pulling me tight against his body as the fingers in my hair tug slightly. I can feel the muscles on his chest, cold and hard with lean from too much fighting. Pressing against the small of my back is his hard-on, obvious through the thin fabric, the only warm part of him.

A drop of blood runs down my neck, crimson. My skin is so pale. Yuki, snow. Snow White had black hair and red lips like me, and I bet she had red blood too. Automatically my hand reaches up from where it has been limp by my side to wipe the trickle away before it can stain my bra. My lovely new bra, white, innocent, pure like snow, and aren't I snow? Yes, that's right, I'm snow and it's raining blood...

My head is too light and the edges of my vision don't seem sharp enough.

"Zero, stop."

He does, immediately. It's like he's my pet, trained to my every command. Maybe he is. I feed him, love him. Maybe he does belong to me.

"I'm getting dizzy."

The lips on my ear are just slightly warm, slick. "Did I go to far?"

"No," I lie.

The room sways slightly and Zeros arm grips me tighter, fingers digging into my thigh as his other hand catches my shoulder and steadies me. His lips don't leave my ear and his hard-on doesn't go away, still pressing against me instantly.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

Probably.

His breath on my ear is hot and makes me shiver and close my eyes. The hand on my shoulder gently slides down into my bra to stroke my nipple. My eyes fly open.

"And is this okay?"

I can't speak, can't move, just watch his hand--even whiter than my palest-of-pale breast--gently cup what fullness there is for a moment before moving to fumble at my back.

"What about this?"

The clasp, he's undoing the clasp on my bra, the new one that has lace on the edges and makes my small breasts look larger than they are. There's the tiniest of 'snaps' and it falls to the floor, white as snow. Snow. Yuki. Me. My head is spinning and I don't think it's just the blood loss.

The hand is back on my breast, holding it, stroking it, making my nipples go hard and my breathing speed up. Zero is grinding his erection against my back and suddenly I know what he did before he unclasped my bra because instead of feeling rough denim there is hot, throbbing flesh. The thought goes straight to my groin and I can't remember what panties I wore but they're wet now and I can feel an ache down there but I still can't move a muscle. My head is pounding.

Zero's long tongue slides down my neck, pausing to lick up the extra drops of blood.

"Did I get sloppy, Yuki?"

Me. He's talking to me as the light in the room seems to brighten, then dim. As if from a distance I hear my voice say yes and I hold up my hand, with the blood still on the finger.

He moves to lick it off, then stops and steadies himself, both hands on my hips, keeping me flush against him. Slowly his hand reaches down for mine until we are holding hands. Innocent boys and girls hold hands, and I'm Yuki, white as snow-

The hand he's holding touches my breast, smearing the blood across it. I blink, stare at the red on white, blood on innocence, or was it the other way around, with Zero sucking in innocence with blood?

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Vampire Knight, Yuki/Zero, Innocence Is Only a Word -- Pt. 2
(Anonymous)
2010-01-08 09:25 am UTC (link)

I don't know how but he's in front of me now, hands still on my hips, cock bobbing above unzipped jeans, dark and foreign on Zero, who I know so well. His tongue is on my breasts, taking in the blood, making the walls sway around me. I feel too hot and the space between my legs throbs vaguely but my abandoned neck is cold and I look away, reaching up to touch the sting of the bite. My fingers come away bloody. The floor is unsteady under my feet.

"Zero," I mumble, staring at my fingers, "I'm still bleeding."

His voice is harsh, panting. "I know."

"But what..."

I trail off, looking down to see my panties around my feet and there's blood on them, bright red. I wore the white ones, to match the bra. Innocence. Mine. It's too much and I sit down suddenly on the white tile with the world going round and round.

I'm on my period, and I forgot and there's blood on my fingers. Zero smiles at me, blood on his lips and it's on my breasts and the tiles on the floor and-

A feather-light stroke sets my body on fire, a whimper escaping my lips. Now there's blood on Zero's fingers too and I was so fucking wrong. He's not my pet, not by a long shot--how could I have thought that?

He's drinking my blood and eating my innocence.

"Zero- Zero, stop. I don't feel so good."

Amazingly, the command works. He stares at me consideringly, touches my neck. He reeks of blood.

"I think it's about time for you to go to sleep, Yuki."

My mouth feels sluggish. "What?"

He leans forward, pulls me close. "Don't worry, you'll be fine."

"Wait- Zero-"

His hand is between my legs and then one finger sinks in, shooting a dart of pleasure up my spine as I try to pull away.

"Please-"

"Shh, don't worry."

His mouth clamps down on my neck again as his finger begins to move inside me. My body feels like it's melting and evaporating at the same time and I try to cry out but I can't do anything. Conscieness is leaving with the blood and the innocence, all the innocence that I ever had-

I make one last plea. "My innocence..."

"You won't remember a thing, Yuki, just like last month."

My blood drips from his mouth and from my neck and makes a sticky noise on his fingers as he pulls them out and licks them clean.

"Good night Yuki."

Snow White went to innocent peaceful sleep with that first bite of apple lodged in her throat. I dimly watch Yuki bend down over me before blackness drops over my eyes like a viel, tinged with red the color of blood.

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--Anonymous 12--

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Transformers (G1), Galvatron/Rodimus Prime, heal

raisedbymoogles
2010-01-09 06:39 am UTC (link)

It's Hot Rod instead of Rodimus, but eh, same diff. Set post-S3, follows this exchange.

*****

He'd always been a cuddler, but this time there was a desperate intensity to Hot Rod tonight as he clung to his lover, still shuddering with the aftereffects of their lovemaking. Galvatron made an impatient noise and shoved at him, and Hot Rod let go almost immediately, tucking his arms in and curling up like something wounded.

Galvatron shoved at him again, rocking the smaller mech back. "Are you still dwelling on him?" he demanded. "You'll hurt my tender feelings if you keep on with that."

Galvatron didn't clarify who 'him' was; he didn't need to. "Sorry," Hot Rod rasped, struggling upright. He clasped his arms over his knees and put his head down, hiding his bright optics from Galvatron. That wouldn't do at all, Galvatron thought, but his instincts told him that roughness was not what was called for here. Instead he sat up, slipped an arm over Hot Rod's shoulders and pulled him flush against his own chest. Hot Rod relaxed almost immediately, fitting his body to Galvatron's. "You'd think I'd forget after a few rounds with you," the Autobot muttered into Galvatron's sigil, chuckling weakly at himself.

"What ails you?" Galvatron persisted.

"The attack on Autobot City."

Though Galvatron himself had attacked Autobot City many times, he didn't have to ask which attack his young Prime meant. Megatron's last battle with Optimus Prime - the beginning of all of his pain. "Hot Rod," Galvatron said, forcing himself to patience with his foolish, fragile Autobot, "Optimus Prime sent you to me to cheer you up. Surely that means he's forgiven you!"

"Optimus Prime forgives too easily," Hot Rod growled, tensing up again.

"Of course he does," Galvatron snapped, hands tightening on Hot Rod's arms and heedless of the groan of stress under his grip. "He is an Autobot. A sentimental, weak creature clinging to the past. Just like you, my Chosen." Hot Rod gasped and struggled, and the last of Galvatron's tenuous self-control snapped. He threw Hot Rod to the berth and pinned him there with his own weight, reveling in black delight as his victim struggled in vain - Rodimus Prime could have thrown him off, but Hot Rod was helpless.

"Shall I tell you what happened that day from my memories?" he said heartlessly, as Hot Rod's fingers scratched his chest. "Because I do remember. I can tell you every detail."

"Don't," Hot Rod pleaded.

(cont.)

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Re: Transformers (G1), Galvatron/Rodimus Prime, heal (part 2)

raisedbymoogles
2010-01-09 06:40 am UTC (link)

(cont. from above)

Galvatron covered Hot Rod's mouth with one hand, pinning his head to the berth and muffling his voice at once. "We knew as we faced off that one of us would die," he hissed in Hot Rod's audial. "He beat me nearly senseless, but I found his weak point and hit it again and again. Even so, he won the battle for endurance: he remained standing when I fell, though our injuries were equal in severity."

Hot Rod's voice keened past Galvatron's hand, high and wordless. "Ah, you remember this bit," Galvatron purred. "Yes - I was about to surprise him and strike the final blow, until you interfered, Autobot." For a moment his voice dropped too low to be quite Galvatron's own, hoarse and avaricious and sinister. "Did you really think to wrestle me into submission?"

Hot Rod's optics shut off and he keened again, shaking with the stress and sorrow and guilt that had hounded him since that moment. "Ah, ah," Galvatron warned, sounding like himself again, "that's where you're wrong. When I made my move, Hot Rod, we were well within Optimus Prime's range of perfect accuracy. He had his rifle in his hand. He could have taken my head off with it, and you would have never gotten a scratch. He didn't use it. Why didn't he shoot?"

Hot Rod risked a glance up, despite himself; Galvatron's voice had gone high, and - he hardly dared to think it - almost pained. But the moment didn't last, and Galvatron smirked down at him again.

"The rest you know, I think. Unicron, my creation, the Matrix... and you, Chosen One, stepping up to accept the power Optimus never wielded, to do what he never could have done." Galvatron's touch gentled, stroked over Hot Rod's mouth. "Even tamed me, haven't you? Foolish creature, don't ever think you were a poor replacement for Optimus. As far as I'm concerned you outshone him long ago."

It took several tries before Hot Rod found his voice. "You're not tame, Galvatron."

Galvatron laughed, tossing back his head. He rolled his greater bulk off of his lover and this time, when Hot Rod curled up and clung to him, his attention and his spark were for Galvatron alone.

All as it should be, Galvatron thought with a satisfied purr, and curled his hand possessively around his Prime's nape.

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Supernatural, Sam/Dean, rocking it

nakanishi
2010-01-10 01:39 am UTC (link)

For once, it's Sam's massive hand on the radio dial, fiddling with it when he should be working on the zipper to Dean's jeans, if you ask Dean. He finds a late-night rock station and Dean grins at the song, because, seriously, "You Shook Me All Night Long?" Like he hadn't already made out to that song countless times over the years, with just as many pretty faces, in this exact same spot (back seat of his beloved Impala). He kind of forgets how freakin' cliche (and yet so very perfect, if that's not a sign that Dean should be getting some right then, he doesn't know what is) when Sam presses him back down into the seat, mouth covering Dean's and dragging his tongue across the seam of Dean's lips, like Dean's gonna fight him. He's got one hand on Dean's thigh and the other curled behind Dean's head, and Sam can't be comfortable, all his height and muscle shoved into the confined space of the back seat.

Dean's hand slides down Sam's back, following the bumps of Sam's spine and moving to cup Sam's ass, which is one of Dean's favorite parts of Sam, actually. Sam grins against his mouth and slides his hips forward, clothed erection against clothed erection, not nearly enough friction. Dean decides to just go ahead and end Sam's teasing streak right there and slides his hands around to unbutton and unzip Sam's jeans, because the faster Sam gets undressed, the faster Dean gets fucked.

Sam smirks and moves to mouth at Dean's neck, somewhere right around the middle of the guitar solo, one hand moving from Dean's thigh to free Dean's erection and attempt to push Dean's jeans off and away. They get trapped, of course, because there's no fucking room in Dean's car (but that doesn't make it any less perfect in Dean's eyes) and Dean has to shift up and press his hips against Sam again in order to get them off and the friction this time is fucking beautiful.

About the time Dean finally gets his legs around Sam and Sam gets a slick finger in his ass, AC/DC's faded into Zeppelin's "Whole Lotta Love" and this is quite possibly the best sex he's ever had in the Impala. By the time Sam actually starts fucking him, he can only kind of hear the music over Sam's breath in his ear, and he knows for a fact that Sam's totally off-beat with the music, but it's perfect. He even actually tunes the music out when he realizes that not only is he moving from the force of Sam's thrusts, but Sam's also got one hand braced against the window, and the Impala is rocking back and forth like some kind of cliched teenage make-out movie. And that's hot.

And then Sam gets a hand around his cock and that's it, he's done for.

He comes down and Sam's grinning at him. Zeppelin's faded into "Home Sweet Home" by Motley Crue, and that's a cuddling song, not a sex song, so the station kind of loses points for that.

"Window's fogged," Sam says breathlessly.

Dean gives a lopsided smirk. "Classic."

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	Re: Supernatural, Sam/Dean, rocking it zoi_no_miko 2010-01-11 02:47 am UTC (link)
	Mmmm, delicious. Very, very hot stuff, even if the thought of them crammed in the car made me giggle. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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	Re: Supernatural, Sam/Dean, rocking it cedelede 2010-01-11 04:54 am UTC (link)
	Mmm. Never watched this show but I know what they both look like and know Dean from his Alec days. (Dark Angel <3)And GUH! This was awesomely hot. I love the music playing throughout and Dean's comments and the whole "radio's losing points for that" bit at the end. Priceless! (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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	Re: Supernatural, Sam/Dean, rocking it bridgetmkennitt 2010-01-14 07:56 pm UTC (link)
	Hee! This was a blast to read! (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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nakanishi, 2010-01-14 09:39 pm UTC

NCIS, Gibbs/DiNozzo, "a head-slap really shouldn't turn him on"

katekintail
2010-01-12 06:06 pm UTC (link)

Tony knew that a head-slap really shouldn’t turn him on. It wasn’t as though this was his first one, after all. He had had about a hundred from Gibbs over the past year or so, every one of them arguably well-deserved.

But things had changed after Kate’s death. Tony’s jokes didn’t have the same humorous punch; they sounded more like insults, so he stopped them altogether. Abby ventured out of her lab less often, and she rarely had her music on when she was there. McGee seemed even less sure of himself than before, which was saying a lot. And Gibbs… Gibbs just seemed like he wanted each and every case solved quickly and expertly. There wasn’t room for fun or casual banter or mistakes of any sort. Tony worked hard to fit into this new dynamic, though no mistakes meant no more occurrences of Gibbs’ palm glancing off the back of his head.

And he had begun to miss that little bit of physical contact. He missed the team the way they had been before Ari. He missed Kate. Ziva was fine and all, but she was no Kate. She didn’t even understand most of the references he made, especially the ones involving movies. He missed the NCIS he had grown to love. And he missed the real Gibbs.

Which is why he eventually started letting things slide. He knew better than to let it interfere with any of the cases, but he turned in sloppy paperwork, he strolled in a little later than usual, and he took to declaring grand assumptions as loudly as possible whenever he knew Gibbs might be lurking behind him.

At first, it just made him look stupid, which Ziva was quick to point out. But every so often Tony thought he had glimpsed the hint of a smile or twinge of frustration on Gibbs’ face. Really, any emotion at all from his boss was a welcome one, but nothing resulted in another characteristic head-slap. Nothing seemed to get to Gibbs.

At least, not until the day Tony volunteered to pick up coffee on the way in. He knew better. He knew it was actually against one of the rules. But somehow, unconsciously, he found himself adding double cream and double sugar to Gibbs’ coffee at the shop and then handing the cup to Gibbs when he came in.

“Is this supposed to be a joke? What the Hell is this, Tony?” Gibbs said after one sip, practically spitting it out again. It was almost as if the coffee snapped Gibbs out of whatever he had been going through.

Tony stared at the coffee cup, with its two little bumps on the lid depressed in indication of its contents, realizing his mistake. “Coffee,” Tony answered with a shrug.

“This isn’t coffee, DiNozzo.” In one smooth movement, he dropped the full cup into the nearest trash can and slapped the back of Tony’s head.

And he knew a head-slap really shouldn’t turn him on. But after so many weeks and months without one, something stirred in Tony the moment Gibbs’ hand hit his head. Tony rubbed the back of his head, as though making sure his hair was still in place. Only really he was touching that spot, as if some part of Gibbs had lingered there.

He wanted another. Actually, he wanted Gibbs to touch him elsewhere. He wanted those firm hands all over his body. He wanted—“Ow!”

Gibbs had hit him there again; it hadn’t hurt but it had taken Tony by surprise. “What was that for?” Tony asked, wincing a little.

Gibbs stared into Tony’s eyes for a moment. Then his eyes trailed downward, pointing down, down, down towards Tony’s crotch and proceeding no lower. “For that.”

Tony followed his gaze and saw the unmistakable bulge of his erection. “Um… sorry, Boss?”

Gibbs stared at Tony for a minute more. Then he stepped closer and whispered softly so that only Tony could hear, “Don’t be. Just don’t let me see it again… at work.”

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	Re: NCIS, Gibbs/DiNozzo, "a head-slap really shouldn't turn him on" zoi_no_miko 2010-01-14 12:24 am UTC (link)
	cheers Poor Tony. XD (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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Re: NCIS, Gibbs/DiNozzo, "a head-slap really shouldn't turn him on" -

zoi_no_miko, 2010-01-14 05:31 am UTC

Re: NCIS, Gibbs/DiNozzo, "a head-slap really shouldn't turn him on" -

katekintail, 2010-01-14 06:09 am UTC

NCIS, Abby/McGee, these handcuffs aren't just for show

yomikoreadman
2010-01-13 09:19 pm UTC (link)

“Should we really be doing this here?”

“Fucking, Tim. It’s a grown-up act. You can use grown-up words.”

“Right,” McGee winced. “Should we really be… uh, fucking… in your lab?”

Abby thrust her hips down, making McGee wince again. “These aren’t just for show,” She said sweetly, fingering the handcuffs serving as her belt buckle. “And if you don’t start doing something useful with your hands, McGee, I will.” She rocked her hips, and McGee focused very hard on not noticing how tight and hot she was around him, because she’d tie up more than his hands if he came first.

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Re: NCIS, Abby/McGee, these handcuffs aren't just for show -

katekintail, 2010-01-14 06:12 am UTC

Re: NCIS, Abby/McGee, these handcuffs aren't just for show -

yomikoreadman, 2010-01-14 06:36 am UTC

	ladynero 2010-01-14 05:01 am UTC (link)
	PORN BATTLE IS NOW CLOSED!!! (Reply to this)