Thursday - crack!day

[charlies_dragon]

Hey y'all, it's my last day here as your guest hostess - thanks fr making it such a pleasurable time ;)

Today's theme is crackNot the drug, crack-cocaine, but things in fic where the only way to explain how something so silly got written to someone out of fandom, is that you must've been in something to think of it. (Anyone got a better explantion

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[antares04a]

SG-1, Jack/Daniel; "What are you doing with those tentacles, Jack?"

[ravensword]

"Um, Jack?"

"Yes, Daniel?"

"Are those what I think they are?"

"Yes, I think they are what you think they are."

"I think they're tentacles, Jack."

"Then you think right, Daniel."

"Okay. I'll bite. What are you doing with those tentacles, Jack?"

"Why don't you come over here, and I'll show you."

"I don't think...ah...oh, I like that...a little lower...oh...but um...that's not...what these are...oh my god, Jack!"

"Knew you'd like that one. Turn off the lights. They glow in the dark."

"They what? Oh...oh...do that again...deeper...oh...oh...oh."

"Did you just..."

"Yeah."

"Nice."

[maab_connor]

OMG the guys as hentai!! so wrong! LMAO!!

[antares04a]

They even glow in the dark?? *lol*
I love the idea that the tentacles give to much fun. *g*
Thanks for writing that prompt!

[antares04a]

SG-1, Jack/Daniel "turned accidentally into action figures. Someone "plays" with them."

[strg8g33k]

They've been like this for ages. Daniel, bent over a miniture dining table, with Jack straddling him. Well, it was meant to look like that, instead it was just Jack standing behind him, the small lump that was supposed to be his cock touching his ass, his small plastic hands resting on the small pink table, either side of Daniel. It would have been erotic if the clothes that they were wearing were removable, if Jack was capable of sustaining an erection, if there wasn't a barbie doll standing at the doorway facing them

[antares04a]

Of course the small table is pink! What else! *lol*

And poor Daniel, caught in the wrong position for such a long time. I'm glad they find themselves in a bed in the end - even if Angel and Spike are watching. *lol*

Thank you very much for answering my prompt!

[strg8g33k]

hehe, I've gotta say, I've never had so much fun writing a prompt. That last part was something I just could not help, too good for my normally uncooperative muse to pass up. I'm glad you like it. :D

[honeyjojames]

RPS/Leverage/AtS, Jeff/Chris/Eliot/Lindsey, naughty boys

[badfalcon]

Jeff damped down a crash of arousal at the sight of the three nearly-identical men kneeling at his feet. He tapped the crop against his thigh, watching their reactions; Lindsey flinching, Eliot smirking and Christian's knees falling slightly further open.

"I don't want to hear your side of things," Jeff informed them. "I'm sure by now you've all agreed on a story. What I do know is that Ford sent you to me for a reason." He instructed them to bend forward, foreheads to the floor. He trailed the crop along their upturned exposed asses, allowing himself a moment to enjoy the sight and adjust himself in his jeans.

He lay down six slaps of the crop in quick succession, one on each ass cheek. Lindsey, Eliot & Christian all cried out; a chorus of grunts, groans and gasps that went straight to Jeff's cock... he was going to have one hell of a night with these three naughty boys... and he couldn't wait!

[ice_ziggee]

D-E-D *thud*

So nice!!!

[elebridith]

Unf. Mphurgle... *fans madly*

[honeyjojames]

RPS, Goth!Chris/Goth!Steve, cupcakes

[badfalcon]

If there's one thing Christian's learned over the years, it's that when Steve is upset, Steve bakes. And that the worst thing Christian can do is to interrupt; he just has to let Steve bake, let him work it out.

So when Christian stumbles home, his back aching after a long day bent over at the studio to find Steve baking, he does the only thing he can. He shrugs off his jacket, pulls his wallet from his pocket and grabs a can of beer from the fridge. He hops up onto one of the unused counter, picks at his nailpolish, drinks his beer, watches Steve baking, keeps up a monologue about his day and ignores the tear-streaked eyeliner down Steve's face.

He doesn't know how long he's sat there, but he's still sitting there, legs swinging back and forth when Steve turns and hands him a cupcake before collapsing against him. Christian places the cupcake on the counter next to him and holds Steve tight as he cries; tears soaking his shirt.

[shannonrita]

Poor steve! *Snuggles him*

[honeyjojames]

Oh Steve... *cuddles up both boys*
Thank you! ♥

[never_says_die]

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, star sprinkles

What? I found Rainbow Brite episodes on youtube the other day.

[elebridith]

Sparkle. *cracks up* Nate... dangerous ground! *g*
Niiiice!! *applauds*