The prompt page of doom
Alright! Alright, I give in. I'm making a place where you can prompt me.
But I've got a few rules:
1) This is for prompts that you can't otherwise prompt for me at comment_fic. Either you've used up all your slots or it's a Lonely Prompt weekend, just as long as the prompt showing up here isn't a prompt you've written there. This is for the sake of my own ( Read more... )
But I've got a few rules:
1) This is for prompts that you can't otherwise prompt for me at comment_fic. Either you've used up all your slots or it's a Lonely Prompt weekend, just as long as the prompt showing up here isn't a prompt you've written there. This is for the sake of my own ( Read more... )
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Here the one I left on twitter to start you off:
Burn Notice/Leverage, Mike/Eliot, against the wall (scaring the neighbours)
and an extra...
Burn Notice/Leverage, Fiona/Parker, stealing Mike's bed
Love you darling!! *smishes*
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"Hn," I say. It's the most intelligent thing I can come up with at the moment, though Eliot does one better.
"Parker," he growls. How he can manage with the way he's grinding up against me, hands already sliding against my fly, I have no idea.
But spies are nothing if not adaptable...
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"How long til they figure out we're up here?" Parker asks before purring long and low.
Fiona thinks it's kind of a turn on, that Parker can still talk. She changes positions and thrusts the dildo a little harder, a little deeper, drawing out a whimper as Parker tries to brace herself. "Not sure. Not til they're done, at least."
"Do you --" Parker stutters off, gasping. "Do you think," she tries again, "they can hear us too?"
"Oh, I'm sure I can arrange that..."
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RPS, Tim/Steve.Chris, welcome to the crazyass world of Kane fangirls
RPS, Tim/Steve/Chris, three's company
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Steve feels his cheeks burn. He hadn't meant for Tim to hear that, hell, he hadn't even realized that the door to Chris' trailer was open. Steve likes to bring out the fanfiction when there was no chance of getting laid. To let the images fester in Christian's head until he came home, hard and needy and all but tearing Steve's clothes off in order to scramble his brain with his tongue and his dick. The fact that the fangirls have added Timothy fucking Hutton to the litany of people to put in bed with Christian is ridiculously hot. For both of them.
But the man is an Academy Award winner, for fuck's sake... Steve thinks that maybe he's flushed now from head to toe.
Chris just laughs, long and hard, while Steve buries his face in his hands. Eventually he pushes past him, wiping tears from his eyes, and claps Tim on the shoulder on his way out the door.
"Welcome to the crazy world of Kane fangirls," he says, a giggle slipping out of him. "They'll drive you mad, if you take it too
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thank you
♥
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RPS, goth!Chris/goth!Steve, cock rings and ball gags
RPS, JDM/Sam (goth!verse or not), whiskey breath
RPS, JDM/Sam (goth!verse or not), tumbling after
RPS, Jackman/Kitsch, long, lazy afternoon
*grins*
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And they probably do. Chris and Steve had been together a long time before Nate came along. There's probably a system that he's only barely starting to notice, let alone catch on to.
Which will be useful later. It's no help now, when Christian's got something up his ass about Nate leaving again. There's only so many assurances he can give, only so many promises he can make. Chris doesn't seem to be listening, the only sign that he's even paying attention are the punctuated thumps of different drawers and the thud of half thrown items as he huffs around getting ready for work. Steve is no help whatsoever, as he gets ( ... )
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*lower lip wobbles*
*sniiffles*
you... fix them now?
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