And here we are, the weekend once more! Which brings us round to one of our favorite days, of course - the Free For All. Which means all fandoms, pairings, and prompts are good to go
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Columbus writhes and whimpers underneath him, begging and eyes full of need. Tallahassee can not - does not - resist thrusting into that lithe body and its tight heat. Yet he’s careful, always so careful, of not hurting Columbus. There are no doctors or waiting room hospitals in Zombieland, and if Columbus got hurt, got an infection, died, because of what he was doing with Tallahassee, he knows he will die.
Columbus whimpers. “More please, more, harder, faster - I want you to fuck me.”
Tallahassee shudders and stills above him, and Columbus mewls and arches.
"If y'ain't more careful, I'll show you what 55% power's like…" He hisses, and Columbus’s eyes are hungry, and Tallahassee can’t resist giving Columbus just what he wants. It’s worth it to have Columbus trembling and clinging to him in the afterglow.
“Now, remember, you do not know me.” Castiel nods slowly, though he truly does not understand. “Now, just sit at the bar, order a drink, and relax. You have the night to yourself and you’re looking for some company, okay?”
“Okay”, Cas answers shyly.
“Alright,” Dean claps his hands and wanders off. Cas sits himself at the bar, waiting impatiently, running through the rules in his head again. When the bartender approaches him, he nearly jumps out of his seat.
Nervously, he sucks on his mead, watching others watching him. Finally a familiar voice is in his ear. “Did it hurt?”
Cas spins around. “Did what hurt, Dean?” Dean glares at him, the words 'what did just tell you?' flooding his head. Cas clears his throat and repeats, shyly, but syrupy, “Did what hurt
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Gibbs glanced at Tony where the other man was sprawled on the other side of the bed, arms curled under his head, the covers pulled up to his waist, leaving his chest bare.
"Why?"
"You did see what happened to my suit today, right?" he asked, somewhat disbelievingly. "That's the third one this month! Plus the two from last month! My wardrobe is slowly diminishing before my eyes," he cried mournfully, an arm flopping over his eyes in despair.
"It's just a suit."
"Just a suit! JUST a suit!?!?!?" Tony exclaimed, rising up onto his elbows to stare at Gibbs. Gibbs raised an eyebrow. Tony groaned, and flopped back onto the bed.
"Never mind. It's you." He opened one eye and studied Gibbs critically. "You're coming with me tomorrow."
"Shopping." Gibbs dared Tony to confirm that.
Tony grinned, unabashed. "Yup. Shopping. You already look good in anything, so I wanna see what you look like in a really nice suit. You need one anyway. I've seen your wardrobe. It needs work
( ... )
Total crack.danse_amoreNovember 6 2009, 16:58:43 UTC
(I don't even know where this came from.)
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Pinkie?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Eliot tossed his head. "Are you calling me a communist, because you're like fifty years too late - "
"It's a TV show - No, I'm not calling you a communist, Eliot, it means - like, you're Pinkie and I'm the Brain, and we take over the world?"
Eliot stared at him. "I don't have a TV."
"You don't - dude. And are you saying you were a communist in the fifties? 'Cause that's impossible, I mean, how old are you?"
"Twenty-six, and yes, that's what I'm saying."
Hardison looked at him for a long moment. "Okay, unless you have a time machine, which considering you don't have a TV is totally unlikely - "
Eliot raised an eyebrow.
"You're kidding me." Hardison threw up his hands. "You are fucking with me right now. You think that 'cause I watch Doctor Who and and the Twilight Zone you can just pull one over on me - "
"Hardison." Eliot said, using his voice that said shut the fuck up and stop pointing a gun at me
( ... )
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Columbus whimpers. “More please, more, harder, faster - I want you to fuck me.”
Tallahassee shudders and stills above him, and Columbus mewls and arches.
"If y'ain't more careful, I'll show you what 55% power's like…" He hisses, and Columbus’s eyes are hungry, and Tallahassee can’t resist giving Columbus just what he wants. It’s worth it to have Columbus trembling and clinging to him in the afterglow.
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“Okay”, Cas answers shyly.
“Alright,” Dean claps his hands and wanders off. Cas sits himself at the bar, waiting impatiently, running through the rules in his head again. When the bartender approaches him, he nearly jumps out of his seat.
Nervously, he sucks on his mead, watching others watching him. Finally a familiar voice is in his ear. “Did it hurt?”
Cas spins around. “Did what hurt, Dean?” Dean glares at him, the words 'what did just tell you?' flooding his head. Cas clears his throat and repeats, shyly, but syrupy, “Did what hurt ( ... )
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Gibbs glanced at Tony where the other man was sprawled on the other side of the bed, arms curled under his head, the covers pulled up to his waist, leaving his chest bare.
"Why?"
"You did see what happened to my suit today, right?" he asked, somewhat disbelievingly. "That's the third one this month! Plus the two from last month! My wardrobe is slowly diminishing before my eyes," he cried mournfully, an arm flopping over his eyes in despair.
"It's just a suit."
"Just a suit! JUST a suit!?!?!?" Tony exclaimed, rising up onto his elbows to stare at Gibbs. Gibbs raised an eyebrow. Tony groaned, and flopped back onto the bed.
"Never mind. It's you." He opened one eye and studied Gibbs critically. "You're coming with me tomorrow."
"Shopping." Gibbs dared Tony to confirm that.
Tony grinned, unabashed. "Yup. Shopping. You already look good in anything, so I wanna see what you look like in a really nice suit. You need one anyway. I've seen your wardrobe. It needs work ( ... )
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"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Pinkie?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Eliot tossed his head. "Are you calling me a communist, because you're like fifty years too late - "
"It's a TV show - No, I'm not calling you a communist, Eliot, it means - like, you're Pinkie and I'm the Brain, and we take over the world?"
Eliot stared at him. "I don't have a TV."
"You don't - dude. And are you saying you were a communist in the fifties? 'Cause that's impossible, I mean, how old are you?"
"Twenty-six, and yes, that's what I'm saying."
Hardison looked at him for a long moment. "Okay, unless you have a time machine, which considering you don't have a TV is totally unlikely - "
Eliot raised an eyebrow.
"You're kidding me." Hardison threw up his hands. "You are fucking with me right now. You think that 'cause I watch Doctor Who and and the Twilight Zone you can just pull one over on me - "
"Hardison." Eliot said, using his voice that said shut the fuck up and stop pointing a gun at me ( ... )
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