Free-For-All Comment-Fic Challenge.
-inspired by the comm comment_fic. I found it through willow_reece, but it's mostly real person fic, which just isn't my cup of tea. I love challenges and any sort of fic-a-thon, so I just thought it would be easiest to host one myself!
-How To: Comment here with a prompt (fandom/pairing in the subject line). Or a few prompts, actually. However many you can dream ( Read more... )
-How To: Comment here with a prompt (fandom/pairing in the subject line). Or a few prompts, actually. However many you can dream ( Read more... )
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Guil: I think I have it. A man talking sense to himself is no madder than a man talking nonsense not to himself.
Ros: Or just as mad.
Guil: Or just as mad.
Ros: And he does both.
Guil: So there you are.
Ros: Stark raving sane.
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She moaned and bucked against him but kept her face buried in the crook of his neck to muffle the sounds.
His pace began to increase, harder, faster; she was shaking in his arms, her tiny hands grasping at his massive shoulders, scrambling for purchase as he pounded into her with a wanton animal like ferocity.
When she flew apart, orgasm shattering her into pieces she bit down, hard, on where his neck met shoulder. He followed after her a few moments later, whispering hotly against her ear;
"Mine, Ya hear me? You. Are. Mine.River whimpered and her legs tightened around his waist as he pulled away from the wall, landing roughly on the bed with her in his lap. He smoothed his hands up and down her sweat slicked spine as he pressed gentle kisses to her throat and bare breasts ( ... )
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And whoof! What a response. Hot and all shivery good.
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Jayne cast side long glance to crazy as she sat delcately perched on a crate facing out to the woods Serenity was docked by.
Wash had landed them in the middle of nowhere, as he'd been instructed to do,cause they was 'layin low' while on Harvest waitin' to hear from a contact.
The others were all further inside the bowls of the ship. He could hear Kaylee helpin' the doc with his turn to cook dinner, he'd seen preacher man headin' to Inara's shuttle for their usual night's tea before dinner-cause no way was the preacher hitin' that, went against his belief system-Zoe and Wash were on the bridge and last he'd seen of Mal he'd been headin' for the pantry to take stock of the food suplies.
Jayne scowled at the feng le girl ( ... )
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Ooh, and I saw you added lots of new prompts, too! Yum.
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Yup, I love coming up with prompts. It's fun. (Cause', I'm a dork. &hearts)
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Jayne's large hands covered both of her breasts and River's legs were wrapped around his waist, the heels of her feet digging into his lower back as his hips pumped rapidly.
His name fell from her lips over and over again, a plea or a pray, she wasn't sure. He changed his position, just an inch or so and he hit that spot deep inside of her just right and stars burst behind her eyelids, leaving her screaming wordlessly and fighting to control her spasming muscles.
Jayne leaned over her quaking body to press feather light kisses to her sweaty brow and her perfect bow shaped lips, whispering against her mouth;
"Breathe, baby. Breathe."
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HELL. YES.
Yumm-ay. That was freakin' awesome.
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Yum. A very sweet Rayne-fic, indeed! :P
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