Porn Me…erm…Prompt Me *closed*

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So I stumbled across 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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Title :: I Get Off
Pairing :: Oliver/Buffy/Clark


It was odd, and not so odd, to watch them together.

To watch the play of their muscles, the straining in the wide set of their shoulders and the tension in their jaws as their mouths met, fused and that scene, that moment in time, always managed to catch Buffy’s breath. Force her hold it as she watched the first kiss between those two men, the two men in her life that had managed to replace all that she’d lost and still hold her when she yearned for more.

Green eyes narrowed when she noticed Oliver staring at her, his mouth curved in the most wicked way, instead of fused with Clark’s and she pouted even as he crawled his way forward. A sigh pressed her breasts forward, strained them against the soft, too soft, materiel of her bra and there were those shoulders again. She tracked his movements as he made his way across the wide expanse of the bed and caught her ankles, yanked her away from the mound of pillows she was leaning against and down the satin duvet.

He pulled her down and around him until her cotton-covered sex was pressed tight against his erection and he bent, hunching his shoulders so that his nose bumped hers as he asked, “Not feeling left out? Are you?”

A point chin rose, neck arching as she pressed her lips closer to Oliver’s and replied, “No and you know better.” She pushed up slightly, so that her lips rested against his as she added, “Besides you get off on me getting off on you.”

The arms caging her upper body stiffened and Clark was suddenly beside them, his hands between them, thumb pressed to her clit, his other hand wrapped around Oliver’s shaft and just as suddenly he appeared he was on. It was their third’s very effect, very quick way of shutting them up because Clark was a lot like a vibrator, but so much better since his batteries never died.

Oliver’s forehead pressed tight against her own and he gasped, voice strangled, “Jesus, Clark,” and their heated pants mingled. Sweat beading across their chests and Buffy withered beneath Oliver, who sought out her mouth, pressed his own tight against hers so that they captured each others moans and gasps. Swallowed them down until her mouth was filled with Oliver’s tongue and all the dirty, wrong, glorious sounds he could make.

Clark’s hand shifted, his thumb replaced by his palm and something close to sonic movement that had her reaching out, nails catching against Clark’s forearm and scoring him. Magic worked on Clark, could hurt him and while Buffy was a lot of things, magic was the most prevalent. The welts rose and the vibrations of his hand intensified with the slight pain—their boy did have a thing for it—and drove Buffy over that pristine edge.

She shattered, heat engulfing her body and her back arched. She broke from her kiss with Oliver to draw in deeper, harsher breaths and he used the freedom to rain kisses along her neck and chest as the world fell away and she collapsed against the bed. Not a moment later a sticky warmth spread her stomach and Oliver collapsed on top of her and she welcomed the heavy weight of him pushing her into the mattress.

A sated smile graced her mouth as her arms slowly rose to trace idle patterns across the sweat slick skin of Oliver’s back and she turned her head, smiled wider when Oliver placed a gentle kiss against the now exposed skin of her throat and looked to Clark. A brow quirking at his too pleased with himself expression before she stated, “I’m keeping you in my nightstand from now on.”

Oliver’s chuckle warmed deeper parts of her as he lifted his head and turned to Clark. “I second that since she lives with me.”

Clark’s oh so masculine laughter helped to chase away the pair’s, his pair’s exhaustion and they moved in unison to tackle the strongest among them.

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*thud* I think I might be a little dead from the hotness of that.

*le sigh* What a wonderful, hot response to my prompt. :D You are the bestest. *snuggles*