HAPPY WEEKEND EVERYONE! Go craaaaaazy!
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"What?" Nate panted, looking at the men who lay unconcious or worse around them. "You got 'em all didn't you?"
"Yeah, but my sunblock's not waterproof."
Nate's puzzled look was quickly replaced by one of urgency as Hardison let them know the backup was about to spill out of the house. "No time to worry about skin cancer now pretty boy," Nate growled as he began to run.
Eliot's growl turned into a hiss behind him as they both ran. Nate didn't look back, eyes focused on the van that was pulling up in front of them, the side door opening. As he jumped in he could hear Eliot crying out in pain now, felt the smaller, solid weight hit his back as Eliot lept and began writhing on the floor of the vehicle.
Nate turned to look at Eliot, jaw dropping when he saw the burns on the younger man's arms. Storm blue eyes were now the color of ice as skin smoldered...
Yeah, not what anyone was looking for. Sowwy.
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But he turns around to find her there, twirling the bottle of syrup around her finger and smiling at him.
"Come on then, Sam," she teases as she grabs some of the sifted and pre-measured flour. She throws it at him and he growls, grabbing her wrist.
"You messed up my recipe," he informs her as he pins her back against the kitchen island.
"Is that so?" she murmurs, and he kisses her hard"Now breakfast is ruined," he mutters as he tastes her skin, nipping at the spot where her pulse jumps in her throat ( ... )
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Sam hissed, scrubbing furiously.
"Sammy."
"Not now," Sam gritted out. His hands moved away from his ass only to moan with pain. He grabbed more soap and continued to scrub.
"Sam."
Dean should have expected the bitch face when Sam's head snapped around, his hazel eyes part pain and anger.
"Jerk."
Dean had to bite down the automatic, 'Bitch.'
"Sam."
"Since when do you keep Icy Hot, Dean? Huh?" Sam winced again, "Since when do you keep it beside the lube?"
Dean felt a blush heat his face and said the only thing that came to mind.
"Ooops?"
Getting a bar of soap between the eyes was hardly a shock at all.
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*falls over howling*
Loved it!
"Ooops?"
*hysterical laughter*
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