Porn Ficlet Exchange
Sep. 17th, 2007 07:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
browngirlI haven't written in way too long, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
yuletide approaches, and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
petronelle has the best ideas. So.
Give me a porny ficlet (one comment box's worth or less) and one or more characters or situations in any fandom I can write, and I'll write you a porny ficlet in exchange. Fandoms I can at least try to write include LOTR (no Frodo/Sam), DC Comics (including various animated universes), Firefly, NUMB3RS, Mary Renault's historical fiction. new-school Doctor Who, Bujold's Vorkosiverse, Star Trek '80s shows (so, not TOS or Enterprise), Discovery Channel and Food Network RPF (within reason), and... well, ask me and I'll see what I can do. Feel free to specify femslash, het, slash, threesomes, etc, or not.
The ficlet I wrote for Petra is below the cut. Fans of The Batman may want to avert their eyes now.
When Barbara emerges from the showers, wearing Dick's clothes -- green shorts, a red tee that's seriously too small -- she times her step to the water drips; her reward is catching Bruce shaking, cowl pushed back and head in his hands. Before she even thinks about it she puts her arms around his neck, whispering "hey, boss, it's all right, we're okay, I'm okay."
When he turns and kisses her his mouth is hard, but all she wants is more. When he lifts her to the console his hands meet around her waist. When he rips the shorts, right down the middle, she gasps against his mouth. But when he sighs, "Batgirl", she realizes just who she's really with.
yuletide approaches, and petronelle has the best ideas. So.Give me a porny ficlet (one comment box's worth or less) and one or more characters or situations in any fandom I can write, and I'll write you a porny ficlet in exchange. Fandoms I can at least try to write include LOTR (no Frodo/Sam), DC Comics (including various animated universes), Firefly, NUMB3RS, Mary Renault's historical fiction. new-school Doctor Who, Bujold's Vorkosiverse, Star Trek '80s shows (so, not TOS or Enterprise), Discovery Channel and Food Network RPF (within reason), and... well, ask me and I'll see what I can do. Feel free to specify femslash, het, slash, threesomes, etc, or not.
The ficlet I wrote for Petra is below the cut. Fans of The Batman may want to avert their eyes now.
When Barbara emerges from the showers, wearing Dick's clothes -- green shorts, a red tee that's seriously too small -- she times her step to the water drips; her reward is catching Bruce shaking, cowl pushed back and head in his hands. Before she even thinks about it she puts her arms around his neck, whispering "hey, boss, it's all right, we're okay, I'm okay."
When he turns and kisses her his mouth is hard, but all she wants is more. When he lifts her to the console his hands meet around her waist. When he rips the shorts, right down the middle, she gasps against his mouth. But when he sighs, "Batgirl", she realizes just who she's really with.
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Date: 2007-09-17 12:53 pm (UTC)(I'd write you a smutlet but I'm at work right now, which makes me shy.)
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Date: 2007-09-17 01:28 pm (UTC)I want to join Yuletide this year. *awaits*
At lunch; being bad
Date: 2007-09-17 05:59 pm (UTC)And you can ask me any characters in any of my fandoms, and I'll try to write them for you, but oh, I think I'll have to try that Mark/Kareen, after the splendid one you wrote. (There's a Mark/Kareen in the comments of Petra's post, the post I got this idea from, as well.)
Re: At lunch; being bad
Date: 2007-09-17 06:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-17 02:59 pm (UTC)In reality, she discovers, Barbara takes off the headset and brings Helena into her bed, so there's no headset, no wheels. She finds she doesn't mind.
Chalion's Beatriz/Anybody?
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Date: 2007-09-17 04:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-17 06:01 pm (UTC)Hey, look what I wrote!
Date: 2009-04-17 11:54 am (UTC)http://rubynye.livejournal.com/380717.html
(Vorkosiverse.)
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Date: 2007-09-17 04:01 pm (UTC)I never thought I'd see the day where flailing and shrieking "but but but SIZE OF A SMALL CAT" would potentially apply to someone besides Timmy augh.
And yet, still hot!
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Date: 2007-09-19 09:41 pm (UTC)Thank you, brighteyes.
No longer at work - so have a smutlet!
Date: 2007-09-17 04:11 pm (UTC)"No, Kareen," was the answer, as she knew it would be. The herm nodded at Mark, and Kareen heard his hitching breath as he gently, carefully slid inside her.
"So wet," Mark breathed. "Beautiful."
Kareen babbled she knew not what sweet obscenities and praise, whimpered unpatriotic blessings upon Beta Colony into the warm sphere of their lovemaking.
Re: No longer at work - so have a smutlet!
Date: 2007-09-17 04:13 pm (UTC)Re: No longer at work - so have a smutlet!
Date: 2013-06-29 03:32 pm (UTC)bucky/toro & bucky/fury. as i am predictable like that.
Date: 2007-09-17 04:17 pm (UTC)"You'd have to be crazy to like him," Toro concludes. His brow wrinkles up as he squints into the distance and purses his lips. "Crazy."
"Yeah, I guess," Bucky says and flops down onto his back. London's summer is blazing white and hot and g-d boring. They've run through their entire comic collection, gone to the pictures, snuck into three different pubs, and he's still itching for some action. He tugs his undershirt out of his pants and yanks it over his head before rolling over. Bare-chested's good enough for Toro, so it's good enough for him.
"He's...mean," Toro adds and the last thing Bucky thinks he can bear is Toro lying down next to him, pressed close; Toro's skin is always hot, and now it's feverish, but something shifts inside Bucky's skin. Daggers, almost, fiery, that make him turn onto his side and roll on top of the kid. Toro blinks up at him, smiling shyly. "He's mean, and loud, and dirty. Don't you think he's dirty?"
Bucky closes his eyes, sees the grime on Fury's face during their last mission, sweat streaking silver through his stubble, down his hairy chest. "Can't argue with that. Dirty."
"Mm-hmm." Toro's smile curves, still shy, becoming a little teasing. His lips are red as a girl's, as fire, as the butt of Fury's stinking cigar. But they taste nothing like any of those - not sticky-sweet, or asbestos-harsh, or tobacco-savory - just light and flickering and right.
Toro's fingertips skate down Bucky's back, drawing fire through the sweat. Once his shorts are pulled down, he springs hot and thick into Bucky's hand, and everything's coming together, antsy-action and fever-spiking desire. Toro croons, hands on Bucky's shoulders, as he comes and never guesses that Bucky's thinking of Fury.
*
"Just like that," Fury growls, half a century and long ice-choked dreams later, no trace of sweetness in the way he curls Bucky's hair in his fingers and pulls, pumps his hips until Bucky half-chokes, half-wheezes. "Good. Boy --"
Fury twists and rears, dick popping from Bucky's lips and slipping from his grasp, and shoots across Bucky's cheek. The deserted warehouse is dark, cold with November chill, the only warm thing the sound of Fury's voice and slap of his dick on Bucky's face. His grip softens and he pulls Bucky to his feet by the metal arm, licking him clean with a tobacco-slicked tongue and cupping his groin.
Fury's smirk is old as anything, more familiar than Bucky's own body, as he unzips Bucky's fly and reaches in. His touch is hard with calluses and nails; Bucky's exposed thighs prickle in the cold. He wraps the metal arm around Fury's neck for balance and fucks the loose fist, biting the inside of his cheek, thinking of a boy on fire with a song on his lips.
He's always been out of time.
Re: bucky/toro & bucky/fury. as i am predictable like that.
Date: 2007-09-19 09:42 pm (UTC)Re: bucky/toro & bucky/fury. as i am predictable like that.
Date: 2007-09-20 03:54 pm (UTC)Re: bucky/toro & bucky/fury. as i am predictable like that.
Date: 2007-09-20 04:10 pm (UTC)No, no, oh my God, no. I just... this week hasn't been what I thought it would be, and I'm really far behind. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.
Re: bucky/toro & bucky/fury. as i am predictable like that.
Date: 2007-09-20 04:12 pm (UTC)Re: bucky/toro & bucky/fury. as i am predictable like that.
Date: 2007-09-20 04:32 pm (UTC)*hugs you tightly instead*
I'm so very rusty, but
Date: 2007-09-17 11:00 pm (UTC)There's a moment when he thinks Tim's asleep and dreaming something terrible - the way his face pushes suddenly close, into the crook of Dick's shoulder, the way his fingers clutch and dig into Dick's arm, he doesn't think it's anything Tim would ever do awake. Then, listening into the pitch darkness, trying to convince his body that yes, his eyes are open, he hears the way Tim's breathing, harsh, wary, awake. Afraid.
"Hey," he whispers, groping clumsily out, managing to catch at Tim's hand - left hand, his thumb sliding over the freezing palm. Tim can't sleep in the gauntlets, they leave his hands too stiff. At least that means that Dick's touching him somewhere, touching skin.
He presses down, rubs gently, careful, feeling his way, trying to focus in on Tim with his fingertips over Tim's pulse and his mouth brushing Tim's temple and his breath slowing in his chest so that he can hear Tim's breathing hitch, and slow, and hitch again. "Hey," he says again, and he can't see to ruffle Tim's hair or check his pupils so, somehow, because it makes sense in the dark, he finds himself kissing Tim's ear instead.
Tim's breath leaves him in a shivering rush; but he's pushing up into the touch and Dick tells the part of his brain that's trying to construct words and questions and worries to shut up and goes with what his hands want, which is to draw Tim in, closer, fumble up over his jaw, and then tilt his face up. It's slow, dreamlike and strange, kissing Tim, Tim kissing him and feeling shocking heat pool under his palms - Tim, Tim's blushing and he can't - he has to taste it instead. Tim makes a quiet sound when Dick licks his cheek and mouths over his jaw and then bites his lip, turns his head to bite at Dick's. There's heat radiating off him, dizzying, extravagant, flooding the narrow patch of air between them, both of their backs turned to the cold. Dick feels himself smiling, astonishingly, unexpectedly, and then Tim laughs - small and bitten-off, but real.
"Hey," he says, in his dry little Tim-voice, and Dick means to lean in and kiss him again for the steadiness of it, for the lingering trace of laughter, when Tim cautiously touches his inner thigh and he inhales hard instead, can't move.
"Yeah," he says into the warm, watchful dark, "Tim," and there's a shuffle of blankets, and then Tim's mouth - Tim's mouth, and Dick squeezes his eyes shut and sees nothing but colour, gold and green and red and blue, all swirling and shifting and dissolving the black.
*
Not much porn there, but I would love to see anything you'd like to write about any of the Firefly characters.
Re: I'm so very rusty, but
Date: 2007-09-17 11:44 pm (UTC)Re: I'm so very rusty, but
Date: 2007-09-18 10:25 pm (UTC)Re: I'm so very rusty, but
Date: 2007-09-18 10:28 pm (UTC)Wait, one can move *past* that stage??
Re: I'm so very rusty, but
Date: 2007-09-19 09:44 pm (UTC)*reaches through the Internet and hugs you*
This week turned out far busier than I thought it would, but I am working on your ficlet (and everyone else's, too).
Re: I'm so very rusty, but
Date: 2007-09-22 06:11 pm (UTC)