SEKRIT CABAL PORN BATTLE (version 3.0)
THE SEKRIT CABAL PORN BATTLE HAS BEGUN.
How to Participate:
Pick a prompt, any prompt, from the list below - then write a porny ficlet answering said prompt. Post it in the comments to this post, and then enjoy yourself basking in praise. Remember, this is a porn battle, so each ficlet should have at least an R rating for sexuality.
( Posting Rules: )
How to Participate:
Pick a prompt, any prompt, from the list below - then write a porny ficlet answering said prompt. Post it in the comments to this post, and then enjoy yourself basking in praise. Remember, this is a porn battle, so each ficlet should have at least an R rating for sexuality.
( Posting Rules: )
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And then there's this line: Didn't think about the fact that if he broke Simon's heart, Simon might forgive him, because he has before, but no-one else on board will.
I'm not sure who exactly my heart was breaking for there, it could have been several of them, but my god, it did.
And the sex is brilliant-hot delicious and perfect, and I love Jayne's *almost* not caring about Vera (wow) and Simon is wonderful and irresistable and...
You own my soul now. That is all.
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IT GETS MORE PERFECT!
*flails in awe*
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First read the prequel.
Then I recommend the full version
Blonsky has the pink, tender look of someone who’s spent too much time under a scorching shower, trying to wash off blood that won’t go. No wonder Bond is helpless - he’s more soldier than spy, in some ways, and very sanguine about killing. But Blonsky is a solider to the core, according to Bond, as if it wouldn’t be obvious just in the way the man carries himself.
Which tells Alex it was someone special.
After Bond helps him strip an eerily malleable Blonsky, Alex curls behind him, sucking the abused red skin of his back, nipping his neck, until his lips are brushing Emil’s ear.
“Tell me about your prey,” he whispers. Blonsky moves - fast, too fast, impossibly fast, and Mahone wonders what he’s taking, what could possibly give him that, and what price he’ll pay for it - and if Bond hadn’t caught him as he twisted, Blonsky would have snapped Alex’s neck. Alex kisses Blonsky briefly, darting back as Blonsky tries to bite ( ... )
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You know, one of the things I love about fanfic porn is that it defies boundaries. I've never seen The Incredible Hulk or Prison Break, and I'm not a big fan of James Bond, but I still really liked this. The last sentence, especially. :D Nice job! *shivers*
Sarah
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She's not at all his type, Zero thinks, even as she twists her hips in a way that drags a moan out of his throat. His hands clutch at her hips, long fingers digging into flesh so pale it's nearly translucent, and Azkadellia gasps and bucks harder against him; leaning forward to take him deeper inside.
The faint blue cast of the moonlight catches her hair, indigo highlights in raven waves, and Zero lets his hands slide up the arch of her back, burying his hands in it. Her breasts brush his chest as she rides him, and the curve of marks just above them (he'd think they were tattoos, if he hadn't seen.) is so tempting, the dark lines almost lurid against her ( ... )
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No, really, beautiful. I love the moment where Zero holds her, for just a second, before she makes him go. Gives Zero something more in his motivations than following orders, even while his narration says he's only following orders, and that contradiction really kind of makes this ficlet for me.
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“So. Are you in Malibu for business or pleasure?”
The stranger arches an eyebrow.
“Pleasure. Do people normally sample each other’s drinks here?”
Tony smirks. The man has a low, shady voice, full of rich smoke and simmering slow jazz, tilted by a smooth British accent. Tony loves British accents - it was why he’d given JARVIS one, but this voice is much sexier than his computer’s.
“Nope. Looks like I owe you, Mr…?”
“Bond. James Bond.”
Twelve minutes later Tony’s shirt is open and his seven thousand dollar pants are crumpled somewhere on the dirty garage floor while Bond spreads Tony across the hood of his brand-new red Jaguar.
His babies must be christened properly, after all.
Bond kneels over him, his suit jacket still immaculate - fuck, his bow tie is still on - his hands are ( ... )
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Every detail here is so incredibly hot, from the bow tie Bond leaves on, to Tony stealing sips of his drink, to the purring, growling accent I can just hear saying, "You are utterly shameless." Tony, I *totally* understand. :D
And I think I'm totally sold on Iron Man fic after this porn battle. I need a Tony icon.
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Inhales, abruptly, before he remembers what’s happened. All three of them, the night before - and the world is closing in outside, maybe the Company has decided that Mahone wasn’t kidnapped unwillingly after all. Maybe they’ve gotten to his family.
“Wow,” says Kellerman. “Here I thought no one could think quite as annoyingly loud as Scofield, but looks like I’m wrong.”
“What?” asks Scofield, sleepily, from behind them.
Mahone grits his teeth, for a moment. This was such a mistake. - even though Mahone can still feel the way Scofield touched him, fingers pressing into Mahone’s hip, the way he fuckedMahone hisses, as Kellerman’s hand closes around his cock. Reaches out, draws Kellerman into a kiss, more battle than connection, more frustration than any sort of affection. These are the same hands that shot him ( ... )
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My Kellerman/Scofield/Mahone has been naked for SO LONG (except for Michael) and NOTHING has happened.
The fucking is totally subordinate to the mindfucking. It's infuriating.
But also really fun.
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