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blue_soaringETA: I will get as many as I can done before New Years Day! :D
I have holiday fail. Being unemployed for more than half the year hasn't left me with a lot of leeway to give people gifties, and I have guilt. Horrible holiday guilt. And I have gotten gifties! IT MAKES IT WORSE. I feel like I'm accidentally boycotting Christmas over here. :/
So, I want to do New Years Drabbles, just because it's nice to start the new year with a giftie! Or something like them, as they don't have to be New Years themed nor are they in any way guaranteed to be proper drabbles.
BUT. All my fandoms are so teeny these days, and most of you are in other teeny fandoms, AND IT IS SUCH A COP-OUT TO SAY NAME SOMETHING(S) YOU WANT, GIVE ME A PROMPT AND I'LL SEE IF I CAN DO EEEET.
...naturally, this is exactly what I'm saying. ._.
Things I could feasibly do! Anything in my tags, most of the Final Fantasy series, Fringe, FMA, Harry Potter, Shadow Hearts 1&2, Devil Summoner 1&2, DDS, the Suikoden series (though omg I can't remember details of II D:), Supernatural, Transformers, (so not keeping this alphabetised anymore), Iron Man, the Terminator series(s), also incredibly random movies like The Mummy, Boondock Saints, Batman (oh Nolanverse!), Live Free of Die Hard, and I will so try the new Star Trek if you reallyreally wants it (pls keep in mind I have never seen an episode of Star Trek like, ever)...uh. Um. Srsly. There are so many things I could probably drabble for. ^^' ASK ME, I WANT TO GIVE YOU PRESENTS.
Also anything you have heard me flail about? \o/
I have holiday fail. Being unemployed for more than half the year hasn't left me with a lot of leeway to give people gifties, and I have guilt. Horrible holiday guilt. And I have gotten gifties! IT MAKES IT WORSE. I feel like I'm accidentally boycotting Christmas over here. :/
So, I want to do New Years Drabbles, just because it's nice to start the new year with a giftie! Or something like them, as they don't have to be New Years themed nor are they in any way guaranteed to be proper drabbles.
BUT. All my fandoms are so teeny these days, and most of you are in other teeny fandoms, AND IT IS SUCH A COP-OUT TO SAY NAME SOMETHING(S) YOU WANT, GIVE ME A PROMPT AND I'LL SEE IF I CAN DO EEEET.
...naturally, this is exactly what I'm saying. ._.
Things I could feasibly do! Anything in my tags, most of the Final Fantasy series, Fringe, FMA, Harry Potter, Shadow Hearts 1&2, Devil Summoner 1&2, DDS, the Suikoden series (though omg I can't remember details of II D:), Supernatural, Transformers, (so not keeping this alphabetised anymore), Iron Man, the Terminator series(s), also incredibly random movies like The Mummy, Boondock Saints, Batman (oh Nolanverse!), Live Free of Die Hard, and I will so try the new Star Trek if you reallyreally wants it (pls keep in mind I have never seen an episode of Star Trek like, ever)...uh. Um. Srsly. There are so many things I could probably drabble for. ^^' ASK ME, I WANT TO GIVE YOU PRESENTS.
Also anything you have heard me flail about? \o/
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Date: 2009-12-25 01:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-25 01:48 am (UTC)does dis helps?
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Date: 2009-12-25 02:03 am (UTC)twincest is always a good start to a new year -- Connor/Murphy, cleaning your gun if you know what I mean
and someday I still want you to write me Shadow Hearts wolf porn XD
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Date: 2009-12-25 02:06 am (UTC)is kurando involved in this wolf porn? :x
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Date: 2009-12-25 02:08 am (UTC)Connor/Murphy - The Problem with Turnabout
Date: 2009-12-31 06:55 am (UTC)Flicking his cigarette into the ashtray, Murphy wandered over to drape both arms over Connor's shoulders, a welcome bit of warmth until he said, "You'll fuck it all to hell if you keep at it like that," with his chin digging into the top of Connor's skull.
"Fuck off." Connor ducked down, aiming a smack to the side of Murph's head, easily dodged, and rubbed the sting from his scalp. "I know what I'm doing."
Murphy's laugh came with a retaliatory smack to the gun's naked barrel. "Do you now?" He settled back into place, clingy as a piece of plastic wrap, and caught Connor's wrist before a set of scarred knuckles could drill into the side of his thigh. "Sure you don't need a hand there?"
"I'll give you a fucking hand," Connor muttered, twisting around to get free while Murphy kept on laughing. An elbow to the gut cut that racket short, and Murphy's half-assed and far too late attempt at dodging a second time around sent pieces of the gun clattering to the floor. "Christ, Murph, look at what you're about, making a fuckin' mess all over the place."
Murphy's laugh picked up right where it'd left off, a little rougher around the edges as he fought to pin Connor to the chair, his free hand skidding south to slap over Connor's cock. "How about you give me something else then, and I'll make a proper mess of it," he said, giving it a firm squeeze.
Connor surged up and the chair went broadside, the table ass over kettle and everything left on it scattering to the corners of the cramped little room. They went down in a tumble, Connor's flail to keep his balance turned to a scramble up on top of Murphy. Then it was a laugh and a curse as he grabbed at Murphy's face, gave him a wet, smacking kiss and a light cuff to the side of the neck.
"What's that supposed to be?" Murphy scrubbed the back of his arm across his face, a punch to Connor's shoulder landing like an afterthought. He struggled up, rolling beneath Connor's arm to straddle his chest, pin both arms to the dusty floor with his knees. "There now."
"And what's that supposed to be?" Connor asked, giving Murphy's frayed zip a pointed look. "A polite suggestion?"
Murphy eased off, planting both hands on either side of Connor's head at the same time Connor slapped both hands to his hips. "With how you fumbled that gun, I won't go getting my hopes up."
"Too right you won't, you saucy fucker." A knee to the backside unbalanced Murphy enough for a shove to send him sprawling, and Connor was quick to scramble back up, usurping his reign in their endless game of king of the mountain.
Murphy shrugged, as slow and lazy and as careless as his grin. "Aye, good job," he said, tucking both arms behind his head, "but now what're you going to do? Bit too far away from a round of turnabout, aren't you?"
"So you say," Connor said, yanking Murph's zip down and losing skin on the jagged edge. Patience gone, a gift belonging to a saint not him, he shoved a hand in through the half open zip. Metal teeth scraped his wrist hard enough to raise a bright welt over the scars he wore in Murphy's name, hardly worth the notice as he finally reached bare skin, wrapped his fingers tight around Murphy's cock and felt the hot rush of blood thickening it up. Carelessly tugging clothes out of the way, he freed Murphy's cock and slid his hand down, squeezed a little tighter near the base, the soft weight of Murphy's balls pushed up against the side of his hand.
Murphy let out a grunt that might've been a curse, and Connor said, "But I wasn't of much a mind for fair play," through the devil's own grin curving his mouth.
Re: Connor/Murphy - The Problem with Turnabout
Date: 2009-12-31 03:10 pm (UTC)aaaahhhh the voices and the banter and the playful violence and aaaaahhh
<3 <3 <3 <3
Re: Connor/Murphy - The Problem with Turnabout
Date: 2009-12-31 08:46 pm (UTC)Wolf porn! Giant warning o' (omgquickanddirty) wolf porn!
Date: 2009-12-31 08:45 pm (UTC)The village was quiet, comfortably familiar, but the adrenaline lingering in Kurando's veins held sleep at bay. With it lurked the worry that for all his training, this was a future he wasn't prepared to face.
As quickly as the thought formed, he ruthlessly shoved it away, rolling onto his back and folding his hands over his belly. Closing his eyes, he focused on the flow of his breath, consciously slowed it to the rhythm of sleep.
Astaroth's screams shattered the calm of his mind, Blanca's fangs buried in the meat of its thigh, its oily black blood pouring out to mat Blanca's fur. Sighing, he rolled back onto his side and shook the memory free. Of all the things he'd seen, of all the things he'd learned, he has no idea why his whirling thoughts spiralled always back to Blanca.
A wolf with a warrior's spirit, a soul to match his own, was no great stretch. Neither was the fierce intelligence burning in Blanca's sharp yellow eyes, nor the prickling of his skin when Blanca's eerie howl filled the sky. Even Blanca's tendency to guard Anastasia during battle came as no great surprise, considering his own urges to shield her slight frame from fang and claw.
But for Blanca to viciously tear through a flock of tengu to reach his side, to have Blanca heal his fractured wrist and to stay with him even after they had reached the village gates, had been startling. Yuri had made good-natured--or at least not mean-spirited--jokes at his expense and he took it all in stride, too curious over Blanca's attentions to do much else. Only after he had scrubbed a cautious hand through Blanca's ruff did the wolf pad quietly away.
He rubbed his hand against his sleeping mat, trying to brush phantom weight of Blanca's fur from between his fingers.
Heaving another sigh, he sat up, intending to make better use of his time since sleep remained annoyingly elusive, and the scrape of nails outside his door brought his pulse to a peak. A quiet snuffle followed it, and first a paw dug at the wooden frame, then a nose wedged into the tiny crack. Blanca flowed into the room through an opening a ghost would have to squeeze through and sat calmly in front of it, his head cocked to one side.
"Soon you will have me believe you can hear my thoughts," Kurando muttered, and snorted softly as Blanca's tongue swept over his muzzle. "Why aren't you sleeping?"
Blanca's ears swivelled forward.
"If that means it's somehow my fault, I disagree."
Blanca yawned, maw gaping wide to show rows of ferocious white teeth, and he stood, giving his fur a shake. His nails clicked on the hardwood then caught on the mat's fine weave; he delicately picked his way closer and lifted a paw, nudging Kurando in the chest with his ankle.
"I still disagree, respectfully," Kurando said, smiling a little but settling back when Blanca pushed harder, claws carefully pointed away from the thin nightclothes that would provide little protection against their sharp tips. He folded his arms beneath his head. "Have you given up your spot by the braziers and decided to sleep with me instead?"
Blanca took two smooth steps back, his ears perking and his tail flicking. He pawed with his hind legs at the sheets Kurando had tossed aside, pushing them into a heap.
The first hint of uncertainty nipping at his heels, Kurando said, "It's customary to share the blankets," and sucked in a quick breath as Blanca darted forward, one paw planted firmly in the centre of his chest and a very chill nose poking him in the side of the neck. He flinched, reflexively ducked his chin, and froze when he felt the growl rumbling low in Blanca's throat.
"Easy," he said, slowly unfolding his arms but hesitating to lift his chin. His entire body rebelled at the idea of baring his throat to a wolf's killing stroke.
Blanca growled again, making no other move that suggested he meant harm, and Kurando swallowed tightly, slowly tilted his head back.
Blanca's building snarl switched almost immediately to a quiet whuff, warm and ticklish in the crook of Kurando's neck. He teeth snapped lightly in the air, full inches from Kurando's jugular, and he nosed at Kurando's hair, at the curve of his underarm, everywhere Kurando's scent lay strongest.
"I don't understand," Kurando said, caught midway between a laugh and a gasp as Blanca's claws scraped his belly, catching on his robe and yanking it askew. Not expecting much in the way of an answer, he got one in the form of Blanca's muzzle in his crotch. The first pass of a warm, wet tongue dragged his thin robe out of the way, sent his mind reeling, and the second grazed roughly over the bare softness of his cock, a burst of ticklish pleasure sending blood coursing as hot as the Immortal Mountain's geysers through his veins.
He scrambled up, as shocked as he was confused, and Blanca let out one short, sharp yip. Claws still caught in his robe, the fine cotton tore like wet rice paper, and Blanca yipped again, louder, dancing away on three feet while Kurando stumbled and froze again, heart crashing against his ribs with the fear that the household would wake.
Blanca clawed his paw free of the tattered robe and huffed. He shook out his fur once more and pawed the mat where Kurando had lain, looking from it to Kurando and back again, his intent painfully clear.
What Kurando could have done then, what he should have done, was not to cast a guilty glance at the open screen and steal softly over to ease it shut, and was definitely not to return to the mat, sinking to his knees in front of a strange white wolf. He dug both hands deep into Blanca's ruff, fingertips finding warm skin. "I know you have no wish to hurt me," he said, his voice a strained, crackling whisper, "but I think you will if we do this."
Blanca whuffed again and nosed at his cheek, a gesture Kurando couldn't help but think of as purely human and entirely for his benefit. A moment later his head dipped and Kurando's grip tightened as he lapped again at vulnerable flesh, another surge of blood and pleasure thickening Kurando's cock.
Decision made, Kurando shrugged out of his robe before he had a chance to rethink it and dropped forward onto his palms. He shivered as Blanca rubbed up against his side, nuzzling at his hip and then crawling beneath him, all that warm fur so wonderfully soft against his bare skin. Blanca rose up and pressed against his other side, ears flattened as he rubbed his head up under Kurando's chin, the last of almost a week of what Kurando realised now was the scent-marking of an assumed mating.
The nervous churning in Kurando's gut worsened as Blanca turned in a tight circle, place a paw on his calf and nosed at him from behind. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut and pressed his chest low, prepared but still surprised by the wet, sloppy pass of Blanca's tongue, rough against delicate skin. He muffled the noise he couldn't completely strangle in the crook of his arm, spreading his knees a little wider to give Blanca unhindered access to all of him.
He shook when Blanca's rough tongue dragged over his sac, and he reached down with an unsteady hand to angle his cock back, forced to muffle another ragged noise as Blanca lapped at the head. The quiver that started up in his belly spread outward as Blanca nuzzled the insides of his thighs, became a trembling in his limbs as Blanca paused to sniff him and then return to licking at his asshole with wide, almost lazy swipes, pushing a little harder each time until muscle began to loosen.
Committed and shamefully eager to see this through, Kurando reached further between his legs to push two fingers inside himself, Blanca's soft whuffing noises becoming more frequent, his pawing at the back of Kurando's thigh less careful. He spread his fingers wide, a sharp spike of sensation followed by the thrilling heat of Blanca's tongue, and Blanca answered the low moan that escaped him with an eager yip.
Kurando pulled his fingers free and said, "Mount," the word sending as much a jolt through him as the sudden weight of Blanca on his back, the brush of soft belly fur on his skin and the slippery slide of Blanca's angled cock through his fingers. Blanca rutted hard, filling him too quickly, and he gasped out, "I can't, not everything."
Blanca whined, forepaws scrabbling for purchase, and Kurando bent lower, let his knees skid wide. Teeth snapped near his ear, made him jerk and shudder and Blanca howled softly, the gentle press of his muzzle to the back of Kurando's neck, the way he rubbed his face against Kurando's shoulder a shocking contrast to his hard, frantic fucking. His thrusts stayed shallow, his body trembling with the need to go deeper, to mate properly, and Kurando barely recognised the rasp of his own voice promising Blanca that when they next had the time to lay tied together, he would try.
The swelling at the base of Blanca's cock pressed dangerously close to sinking inside him as Blanca came, and he clenched his muscles tight, as much to prevent it as to feel Blanca's cock wedged inside him while he quickly finished himself, his strokes as hurried as Blanca's rutting.
When he'd caught his breath, he crawled away from the mess he'd made on the blanket and flopped onto his belly, aching. With another soft whine, Blanca settled halfway on top of him, paws draped sideways over his shoulders and head resting against his.
Too exhausted to manage a grab for the blanket, Kurando made do with curling closer to Blanca's warmth, unable to help a smile as Blanca's tail thumped against his legs.
Re: Wolf porn! Giant warning o' (omgquickanddirty) wolf porn!
Date: 2010-01-01 02:22 am (UTC)you are so awesooooooommeeee :D :D :D
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