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Porn Me…erm…Prompt Me *closed*
So I stumbled across ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic and thought, ‘that could be fun’ and decided that I’d opening myself up to some bit sized bits of porn. Why, you ask? Because it’s been months since my muse has had the opportunity to play with the sweaty and she’s itching to write some.
So this is how it works. Give me a pairing, preferably a crossover, and a prompt and I will write as much or as little as I want, but it can’t be any longer then the comment section allows to be posted. I have the right to refuse any pairing so bear in mind the fandoms I like to write in. (I do admit that Damon on the Vampire Diaries has snagged by interest so you’re welcome us him in your prompts.)
Example: Buffy/Castiel; blue firmament
comment_fic and thought, ‘that could be fun’ and decided that I’d opening myself up to some bit sized bits of porn. Why, you ask? Because it’s been months since my muse has had the opportunity to play with the sweaty and she’s itching to write some. So this is how it works. Give me a pairing, preferably a crossover, and a prompt and I will write as much or as little as I want, but it can’t be any longer then the comment section allows to be posted. I have the right to refuse any pairing so bear in mind the fandoms I like to write in. (I do admit that Damon on the Vampire Diaries has snagged by interest so you’re welcome us him in your prompts.)
Example: Buffy/Castiel; blue firmament
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Buffy/Dean - shower :D
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Pairing :: Buffy/Dean
Prompt :: Shower
They rolled, wrapping paper crinkling beneath their intertwined bodies as their mouths met and Buffy came to rest above him. Stubble abraded her cheeks and chin as Dean’s hand spanned her hip and inched upward, cupping her ass as he ate at her mouth. She hummed her approval and her legs spread, thighs falling to cup his sides as his chin dipped, teeth sinking into her lower lip and tugging as his free hand moved to cradle the back of her head.
Her tongue flicked out, tapping his teeth and making him laugh as he eased back, letting Buffy curl into his neck, raining random kisses over the quickly rising welts she’d inflicted. Her breath tickled his throat as she whispered, “I’m sorry,” and kissed another mark.
His voice rumbled, calm and nearly sedated as he stated, “S’okay. Scars of passion.”
Her head lifted, brows rising as she snarked, “That’s so lame.”
A snort shook his chest and Buffy. “I’d be more coherent had you not just fucked my brains out.”
“Dean!”
“It’s cool, Summers, but I hafta say that jealousy makes you a wildcat in the sack.”
She rose, baring her breasts to his considering gaze as she glared down at him. “Jealousy?”
“You just fucked me the remnants of your little sister’s bridal shower.”
“Huh,” her head cocked, eyes narrowing, but his smirk of triumph quickly faded as she continued with, “You know what remnant means?”
His hands rose, cupping her under her arms and lifting her effortless into the air as he spun and pinned her beneath him, shutting her up the best way he knew how—with his mouth covering hers and his hand between her legs.
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