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telesilla (telesilla) wrote in porn_battle,
@ 2008-09-18 14:48:00

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round five

Prompt List: Round Five
And now...the moment we've all be waiting for!

Prompt Lists: Round Five

You'll notice that the Western Media prompts have been handled a little differently; we're experimenting still. Also, please excuse any mistakes; all told we had over 2600 prompts and even split up as they were, things will slip past us.

So, you have a week; at some point in the evening on Thursday the 25th, I'll close the battle. Until then?

*points down to the comments*

Porn goes here!

You must put the prompt in the subject header of your comment. If the prompt is too long, name the fandom and pairing and as much of the rest as you can. (This is so that at the end of the round, we can make a link back to your fic on the final Master List.)

If your fic is too long for one comment, post part one as a top level comment and then the second part in reply to that comment and so on.

Have fun!

ETA: I am aware that most of the lists off site are all scrunched together. They shouldn't be and I'm working on it. Thanks for your understanding.

As of now--1:10 PST--the Porn Battle is closed.

The list of fics will be up soon, hopefully by tomorrow evening unless my connectivity issues continue.

Thanks for playing, everyone!

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The Chronicles of Riddick, Kyra/Riddick, from behind

zillah_fic
2008-09-21 08:46 pm UTC (link)

Contains spoilers for Pitch Black (Chronicles of Riddick: Pitch Black)

And like this it doesn't matter that he knew her when she was a baby pretending to be a boy, doesn't matter that once he'd tried to protect her. Pushed up against the bars, darkness so thick you could choke on it, and she's gritting out curses, swallowing his name in a hungry growl. He can't see her face, and she doesn't smell like she used to.

"Do it, Riddick, what are you waiting for?" she hisses, and the screams of the beasts rise up to them from below, and he jerks down her leathers and pushes her thighs apart. She's wet for him already -- or just wet, who knows why, maybe for him or maybe she's just horny, but he shoves his fingers inside her and she clenches around him, her breath stuttering.

She's slick silk heat on his calloused skin, and when she keeps her damned mouth shut he can close his eyes and it doesn't matter that it's Jack pinned between him and the bars, doesn't matter that Jack grew into a woman with edges so sharp they'll slit open anyone who comes near, or that her anger is a poison inside her, hot and viscous and liable to get her killed. Doesn't matter that she's dark instead of fair, or a dozen years too young, or that Kyra would never have gone back for Jack.

He pulls his fingers out and enters her in a single rough thrust, and then it's just the wet sound of him fucking into her and the rattle of the cage bars, and her breath huffing out of her and the cries she can't choke off.

If Carolyn had just gotten into the goddamned ship when he told her to. I said I'd die for them, not you, she said, and the shock on her face when she did just that, impaled and jerked out of his hands.

"Do it," Kyra grunts, "fucking do it."

"Shut up." He slams into her glove-tight body, leaving bruises where he holds her, and he can hear the beasts pacing closer, smell them over the rich animal smell of sex. He bites the back of her neck when he comes, and she lets out a frustrated whine and he drops his hand, brings her off with his fingers while he's still inside her.

If she'd just gotten into the goddamned ship. If she hadn't come back for him. If she'd just left him behind, the way he would've left them, the way Kyra would now, the way she's left behind the child she was.

Regrets will weigh you down, get you killed, so Riddick doesn't have them.

He doesn't have them. Left them behind with Carolyn on a dead planet of monsters, but that doesn't mean he can't still see her face, shocked and staring and vanishing into the black.