Porn

Jan 14, 2007 15:41

I went to the porn battle again. Results: two drabbles, one double-drabble, two 'ships "saved" with porn (more and less schmoopily), one dose of cliched wrongness.


What Slayers Do - Faith/Buffy - Prompt: "grass"

When Faith looked at Buffy then, she wanted to dirty her. She wanted grass stains on Buffy’s sainted knees, her lips swollen from the not-so-nice kind of kisses, dirt and shared girl juices all over them from rolling around in the cemetery grass on a school night.

Faith still wants to hurt Buffy sometimes. But only if she wants it-if she orders it in that cute, little, authoritarian Buffy-way that she has. But sometimes Faith gets it sweet and clean now too.

They still like to fuck on the grass in graveyards though. That’s just what slayers do.

*****

All Grown Up Now - Rory/Dean - Prompt: "second time"

“Can we do it again?” Rory asks.

Dean laughs and kisses the top of her head. “We just finished! I’m not eighteen anymore. You might need to give me a minute or twenty.”

“I wasn’t done talking, Mister,” she says, clenching his flanks between her thighs, feeling brave. He’s even bigger than before, more solid-hers again. “Can we do my ‘first time’ again?”

His eyes widen, tired cock twitching underneath her ass. Rory keeps talking, flipping her hair back so Dean can see the marks he’s given her, cascading purple down the long column of her neck. He doesn’t have to be careful anymore-they’re all grown up now.

“Things could have been different,” she continues, placing his hands on her tits and watching as they engulf her completely. “If I hadn’t-”

Then she stops, pleads more softly. “I’m glad it was you, but can we do it a second time? Like a do over?” Rory’s breath hitches, and she waits-horny and apologetic.

For a minute Dean just looks at her with puppy-dog flashes in his eyes, but then he smiles, man-sweet, and reaches between their bodies to angle his cock inside her once more.

“I’m ready for you again.”

*****

Candy Man - JDM/Jared - Prompt: "candy"

“You want some candy, boy?” Jeff asks, voice like a seventies porn film-back when they used to let men be hairy.

“What kinda question is that, man? You know me.” Jared’s trying to play it dumb-ignore the innuendo dripping like sugar water out of Jeff’s rough mouth, act like cliched come-on lines from his TV dad don’t make him hard. He pops a caramel in his mouth and smiles at Jeff real slow. Jared does innocent well.

When he’s on his knees with a thick cock tasting nothing like candy ramming down his throat, it’s a little harder to pretend.

*****

rory/dean, my fic, my fic: buffyverse, my fic: rpf/s, drabbles, my fic: gilmore girls

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