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19 August 2004 @ 09:58 pm
save me, people. save me.  
My day today has been ass tastically bad. It's sucked balls. I got three hours of sleep, and have become a raging monster of tantrum and whine. It's like being five years old all over again.

And so I say to you, all, cheer me up? Please? Comment porn or comfort comment fic? I'm easy. You know how easy I am. Pick a non-anime fandom, and I'm probably in it if it isn't Alias or Highlander. I like boys, I like girls, I like het and slash and femmeslash and I like all of you and and and....please help me out? *is unutterably pathetic*

Make my night be happy and filled with the joy of sex or cuddle? You know you secretly want to.
Current Mood: pathetic/enraged
Current Music: Do It Again - The Kinks
Adoable Frunk: hcl in the endlyra_sena on August 19th, 2004 07:32 pm (UTC)
"Do that again," Ray whispered, his breath warm against Fraser's ear.

Fraser supressed a shiver, turned his head slowly and whispered back, "What? This?" and brushed the back of his hand over Ray's thigh, under the table.

Ray's shudder turned into a half-stretch, and he rolled his neck around and around purposefully. "Yeah, that," he murmured, still facing the front, eyes intent on the speaker at the podium.

Ray casually draped his arm over the back of Fraser's chair, his body leaning in so close Fraser felt the heat through the layers of his uniform. The next brush of Fraser's hand turned into a caress, palm down, fingers stroking the inside of Ray's thigh.

A stifled groan from Ray made Fraser at once grin and flush.

"Fuck," he heard Ray say under his breath, and then Ray's lips were so close to Fraser's ear that he had to bite his lip in order not to embarass the both of them.

"We're outta here at the first break. Got that?" Ray was beginning to sound desperate.

Fraser smiled and squeezed Ray's leg. "Indeed we are," he agreed softly, and felt Ray's fingers curve lightly around his shoulder.

BUT HARRY STYLES: STALKER ray by heuradysestrella30 on August 24th, 2004 06:43 am (UTC)
*gives up all pretense of subtlety and stalks lyra outright*

Good god, woman.
Adoable Frunk: lex always knewlyra_sena on August 19th, 2004 07:55 pm (UTC)
Clark was standing in the doorway, framed by the dull fluorescent light, and he shouldn't be glowing, but he was.

He looked like he'd been running, hard. His hair was messy, curls falling into his eyes, and his cheeks were pink. He shuffled from one foot to the other until Lex walked over, put a steadying hand on his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Lex asked, his squeeze of Clark's shoulder turning into a soft stroke down his flannel shirt, to the crook of his elbow.

Clark bit his lip -- worrying that full, red, wet lip between his white white teeth, and blinked several times.

"Clark?" Lex asked again, and leaned close -- leaned up and tightened his hold on Clark's arm.

"I -- I wanted to -- " Clark started and then shook his head, wrapped his big hot, heavy hand around the back of Lex's neck, and kissed him.

Desperate, clumsy, and rough, but Lex didn't care because Clark's tongue was in his mouth and Clark's arms were pulling him close and Clark's body was pressed up tightly next to his.

Just a small twist of hips and their cocks were pressing together, and they were thrusting into one another and gasping for air as their lips smacked apart. Clark started laughing and his lips were wet, so very very wet from Lex's kisses.

Lex grinned and wrapped his fingers in Clark's hair, tugged his face down close. "Bedroom?" he asked.

Clark squeezed one hand around Lex's cock, stroking it through his pants. "Why wait?" he asked, and fell to his knees.

peeps wanna see peeps boink: ot3musesfool on August 19th, 2004 08:34 pm (UTC)

Harry is still new to this, the sudden way Ron and Hermione will tumble him against a wall or onto any nearby piece of furniture, hands sliding up underneath his shirt or into the waistband of his trousers, and warm, wet tongues slipping into his mouth, one after the other before they kiss each other.

Just now they're in Ron's room at the Burrow, ostensibly writing a Transfiguration essay, but the only tranfiguring going on right now is the way they're changing Harry's blood to fire, with Hermione's hands pushing his trousers down while Ron, already undressed, rubs up against him from behind, lips tracing patterns on his neck and chest.

Hermione, topless, skirt rucked up over her thighs, throws a leg over Harry's so the head of his cock brushes against her wet folds. Ron swallows his gasp in a deep kiss, hands moving down to massage his back and arse, fingers ghosting over his hole, while Hermione guides him inside her. At the same moment, Ron's cool, slick fingers push inside Harry; he bucks forward and Hermione moans against his chest, teeth nipping at his clavicle.

He drops his head back against Ron as Ron's thick, hard cock slowly pushes inside him. They quickly establish a rhythm -- Ron rolls his hips, so Harry thrusts into Hermione and Hermione pushes back against them, relentless as the waves, more powerful than a locomotive and a thousand times more necessary to life than the air he's having trouble breathing.

The only sounds are the wet slap of flesh on flesh mingled with Ron's grunts, Harry's groans and Hermione's gasps.

Harry feels his orgasm building quickly, white hot bursts of pleasure consuming the universe as he shakes apart in their arms, his cries of pleasure sinking into the heat of Hermione's mouth. He feels Ron come inside him, teeth biting down on his neck, edging his pleasure with slight pain.

Hermione takes his hand, sure of what she wants and how to get it in this and everything else, and he circles his fingers over her clit until she comes, shuddering before going limp against him.

They lie there for a few moments, sticky and warm, the air humid with sex and the smell of fresh cut grass wafting in through the open window, and Harry knows he is where he belongs.

pure FORESHADOWING: Bobcatitude!nifra_idril on August 20th, 2004 11:28 am (UTC)
You know how much I love this, with Harry as the conduit and the three of them together and Harry being a tart and all and with the *hot* the utter *guh* factor --- basically it's everything a girl could ask for. *snugs you* Thank you so much, babe!
peeps wanna see peeps boink: ot3musesfool on August 20th, 2004 07:54 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad you enjoyed it. I hope it helped a little. How can Triosmut not make things better? *g*
when she smiles it's like a revelation: Faith - Dancefox1013 on August 19th, 2004 09:01 pm (UTC)
Making Amends
It's been less than six months since they started, and it's still new to her. She didn't think it would be quite this exciting, didn't think there would still be that familiar hard rush every time they found a new place for it.

It's about the sex, but it's more than that, it's about them understanding how much she needs this. It's about Lindsey's hand on her shoulder and Lilah's hand on her arm, and they're not holding her back; they're egging her on. But careful, so careful.

She's in jail but she's not in jail, not when Wolfram and Hart's on the case, not when they understand that it's one thing to be in jail and another to be a Slayer. It's the deal they offered her, a way to get t out of her system and out of the penal system too. It's doing good but doing it on her terms- on their terms- but fucked if she cares.

Lindsey and Lilah don't so much like the other one being there, but they'll do it for her. She's violent, a dangerous threat, and just in case she decides the big bad evil lawyers are on the wrong side again, it's not a bad idea to have witnesses, cut the losses.

It's about the scent of fresh blood and the knowledge that she caused it, about the feeling of the vampire's face as it shatters under the force of her hand.

"Yeah, you're the good Slayer, the real good Slayer," is what Lilah's words are, silky-sweet whispered in her ear, and they're mocking her but she doesn't care because Lilah's fingertips are brushing against the button on her pants and she's thrusting to allow her better access, but Lilah's got her pinned with her voice.

And she doesn't hurt, not the way she should, but repenting's a bitch and she'll take this over that every day when Lilah assures her it's the same thing and it's just as good.

And there's Lindsey, his smile making a mockery of her inner conflict, on top of her, thrusting and hissing at her until she cries out and he milks it until she's sobbing and it's not guilt that he's draining out of her. But his words are just reminding her of where she started, where she is, where she'll end up if she's not careful.

His body is firm against hers, trapping her to the couch, not letting her go.

When she lashes out she's more violent than ever before, the sound of flesh against flesh the only thing keeping her stable. She beats them until they're unconscious or until Lilah or Lindsey pulls her away. Sometimes both. Sometimes they're long dead and she's sobbing when they remind her to let go.

When she's done she just sobs, and waits for atonement in whatever price Wolfram and Hart will want to pay.

She wants this. She needs this. It's worth her pound of flesh.

It's not punishment and it's not reward. It's just... the way these things work.

When they take her back to the prison, she washes the blood and the sex off until her skin is red and raw. She basks in the emptiness that is as fulfilling as anything else she's done. She settles down as the model prisoner.

And she waits until the next time that Wolfram and Hart will let her make amends.
pure FORESHADOWING: Chloe/Faithnifra_idril on August 20th, 2004 11:29 am (UTC)
Re: Making Amends
So my monitor didn't melt when I looked at that -- any of the times -- and I find that miraculous. Because, three of the hottest characters of all times having incredibly angry violent sex? I -- I *may* have melted. I think I did, actually.

*whispers* I love you.
suzycatsuzycat on August 19th, 2004 09:02 pm (UTC)
At the risk of being unutterably twee, all I can offer is the potential inspiration of these photographs of my cats, who have sekrit identities as Clark and Lex. I think you can guess which is which. Make a fic, a filthy fic, based on these photos of cats, by imagining them as The Boys!
Astrea: Clex NudeAboutToKiss by JadedSilverastrea9562 on August 19th, 2004 11:14 pm (UTC)

No porn sadly. My brain won't cooperate. But think of yourself between a nice nekkie Clex sandwich because Lex understands your pain and is having one of his rare generous moments, just for you as illustrated in above icon.

Insert self into appropriate spot. ;)

zira: geek!lovesilverakira on August 23rd, 2004 10:54 pm (UTC)
Late because I suck and have been insanely busy. So. Belated porny cheer for your enjoyment.

Ray's hands are white-knuckled, clenching the sheets, and Ray's mouth is wide open, gasping, and Ray's whispering fuck in a soft, broken voice, a continuous intonation that leaves Fraser shaking like he's the one that's spread out, like he's the one that's exposed and vulnerable.

Fraser twists his fingers, and Ray sucks in a sharp breath, almost a whine, and Fraser can feel Ray's body clench around him.

"God, Fraser, now, do it now." Ray's voice is rough and low and urgent, and his eyes are slitted, slivers of blue.

Fraser takes in a shuddering breath. "I -- yes." He slips his fingers out (ignoring, ignoring Ray's soft, desperate whimper) and reaches for the lube unsteadily. He slicks himself slowly, needing to close his eyes because the image of Ray lying there, looking so shockingly debauched with his damp hair, slick with sweat -- with his flushed face and his thighs, tensed -- is just -- is just so --

Fraser swallows, hard, and opens his eyes again. He carefully shoulders one of Ray's legs, uses one hand to position himself and the other to brace his weight.

He's pressing in cautiously, never once taking his eyes off Ray; Ray, whose eyes are wide open now, staring at Fraser with such an intensity that he fears Ray will see everything about him, every mishap and mistake and regret; Ray, whose hands are scrabbling for purchase on Fraser's back and who's saying, "Shit," in a strangled voice.

Fraser freezes; god, he's pushing Ray, he's going too fast, he's -- Ray twines his hands with Fraser's and says tightly, "Don't you fucking dare stop."

"Are you -- "

"Fraser." Impatient, edgy tone.

He starts to pushes in again, one slow, drawn-out thrust, feeling Ray's fingers tightening around his and the hot clasp of Ray's body until he's completely inside, gasping, staring half in amazement, half in disbelief.

When Fraser doesn't move again, Ray narrows his eyes, saying, "Fraser," -- a warning tone now -- but Fraser looks at him slightly desperately and grates out, "Just -- a moment, Ray. I -- It's just that...I need to -- "

Ray cuts him off by surging up, kissing him, gently and quietly inquisitive, then moves back, murmuring, "Yeah, yeah I get that."

A deep breath, and then Fraser pulls out and thrusts once more, slightly faster and harder, and then again, and again, and again, almost overwhelmed by the pleasure surging, rising and falling like the waves.

Ray's whispering Fraser now in the same soft, broken voice, whispers it as if it's both profane and sacred, his cadence only broken by the occasional fuck or Christ, and then later by a sharp cry when Fraser shifts slightly. Fraser repeats the movement until the air is filled with the sound and smell of them, until Ray's eyes are glazed over and his hips are jerking off the bed, slamming into Fraser's, and god, god, Ray is so beautiful, so beautiful.

And then -- too soon, it's too soon, it's not enough -- Ray gives a gut-wrenching sob, his face twisting in rapt bliss, and there's wetness spreading between them.

Fraser stills, not wanting to hurt Ray, but after a moment Ray untangles one of his hands and grabs Fraser's head, kissing him fiercely, and then growls, "Come on, come on, Fraser," and then he -- oh god -- he clenches, and Fraser can't help but thrust, over and over.

He buries his head in the crook of Ray's neck and comes with a stifled groan, spilling into Ray, and he feels shattered, un-done, every piece of him visible for all the world to see.
erjika: Fraser/Ray squee by silverakiraerjika on August 24th, 2004 12:34 am (UTC)
*starts crying*

We really, really need to get married RIGHT NOW, so I have an excuse to hop on a plane and run over to your house and smother you in kisses.

It's too late at night and I'm still so stunned by this that I have no real feedback, other than this: *points to icon* soinlove? Doesn't even begin to cover it.

I really wish we weren't so fucking far apart, 'cos I swear to god if you were just a couple hours away, I'd be this close to driving over and just hugging you. *quietly settles for worshipping you from afar*
zira: ah love let us be true to one another!silverakira on August 24th, 2004 09:18 am (UTC)
[drags you into a closet]

God, the distance, it kills me dead. :( I need erjika love.

[smothers you with virtual kisses] Your comments make a happy Zira, they do.
lynnmonster: bend wont breaklynnmonster on August 24th, 2004 04:40 am (UTC)
Oh my fucking god that was fantastic.

*lights cigarette, leans back in chair with a contented smile*

You should be very, very proud of this -- you've done an incredible job of weaving the characterization right into the sweaty part of the story so that this is, like, a study of their relationship instead of "just" a sex scene.
zira: jeez you know - easier on my underwearsilverakira on August 24th, 2004 09:30 am (UTC)
Oh wow, thank you so much.

This took me forever to write (sex is definitely not my strong point), so I'm glad (and relieved, really) that the characterization came through since I was agonizing over it for so long.
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zira: oh shit -- i think i might be fallingsilverakira on August 24th, 2004 10:36 am (UTC)
Thank you muchly!

You picked out one of my favorite lines as well. [grin]

And I'm so glad that the fic translated that way -- as a study of their relationship -- since I was going for something beyond a PWP. Though it still sort of is that. [grin]
lamardeuse: Classic4lamardeuse on August 24th, 2004 01:52 pm (UTC)
*falling over on floor and convulsing*

You are BLG's mini-me. I think you should both shave your heads and do nothing but write porn fereverandever.

zira: yay gay pornsilverakira on August 25th, 2004 08:02 am (UTC)
You are BLG's mini-me.

Dude, that is just, like, the compliment of all compliments. [loud and incoherent squeeing can be heard off-screen]

We could be the Porn-Writing Brigade!

pure FORESHADOWING: charisma!nifra_idril on August 24th, 2004 06:33 pm (UTC)
*falls down dead*

*tries to revive, fails, due to the sexy*

*tries again, and comes back as a devoted minion of you*

I mean good LORD woman, this is bloody *terrific*. I read in the comments you don't usually like to write teh sex? Why!?!?!? I like it when you write teh Sex. I like it when you write. I like you.

I love *this*. It's absolutely amazing. When people say this is them in a nutshell? They're one hundred percent right.

My favorite bit is this here:

When Fraser doesn't move again, Ray narrows his eyes, saying, "Fraser," -- a warning tone now -- but Fraser looks at him slightly desperately and grates out, "Just -- a moment, Ray. I -- It's just that...I need to -- "

Ray cuts him off by surging up, kissing him, gently and quietly inquisitive, then moves back, murmuring, "Yeah, yeah I get that."

There's something about those gentle inquisitive kisses that makes my insides tremble and my face split wide open in the biggest, most grateful grin ever.

Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou! *attacks you with a fly hug*

zira: one two punchsilverakira on August 25th, 2004 08:33 am (UTC)
Wow, thank you so very much.

Teh sex, unfortunately, is very hard for me to write and always, always takes forever; ergo, there's not much in the way of me writing it.

And yes, I'm rather fond of those gentle inquisitive kisses myself, although I suspect Fraser's much more enthusiastic in his affections for them. [grin]

So very freaking pleased that you liked, though. [this is me with a huge, happy grin on my face]
kassrachel on August 25th, 2004 10:27 am (UTC)

That was fantastic; thank you.
zira: teh gaysilverakira on August 26th, 2004 08:30 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm so glad you liked.
spuffyduds: vecchiospuffyduds on March 11th, 2007 04:13 am (UTC)
This was a DELICIOUS bit of porn.
zira: feathers + butt ≠ chickensilverakira on March 11th, 2007 07:43 am (UTC)
Eee, oh my gosh, you are seriously spoiling me with your feedback. It's great inspiration for me to get my ass writing, though. [g] Thank you.
Carla: angel (tarar)beledibabe on August 25th, 2004 10:21 am (UTC)

Crikey! ::pulls collar:: Is it warm in here?



::spontaneously combusts::

::shower of small, yet incredibly satisfied bits::