Celebrate Prompt Times, Come On!

[sweetprince]

Last week's Flashforward totally paid homage to Generation Kill (I'm choosing to view it that way anyway). A woman driving in a HumVee in Iraq radioed in to Godfather as Hitman 2. And in the same episode that Callum Keith Rennie was gallivanting about. When I was watching it last night I had to immediately inform amberlynne.

Also, I spent like the last ten days of my life writing a really shitty story for my writing class that made me want to tear my hair out. THEREFORE, I think it's time for another prompt (snippet, time stamp, what have have you) party so I can enjoy writing again. You know the drill, any fandom I've written for in the past is fair game. Do not feel pushy. Dear SPN people, I would kill for some good prompts, I have not abandoned you!

Have a song for your trouble: Easy by Dragonette. It's the most romantic unromantic song I've ever heard. And I kinda hope to feel this way about someone one day.

Model!AU: Brad's first time bottoming for Nate for amberlynne
Brad/Sam for nomelon
Lucifer!Sam and Michael!Dean for killer_fiend
Ray signs Brad up for a dating site for setissma
Cop!AU: Walt goes to fetch Brad to give his report for jujubinha
Jared/Jensen, Riding a bicycle for ignited
Brad/Nate in SPN universe for oxoniensis
More ASkars/Batman for memphis86
SPN/Chuck Crossover, threesome between Sam, Ellie, and Awesome for rosekay
Professor!Alex and Fratboy!Stark for miss_saigon
Cop!AU: The first time Brad and Nate have sex for alethialia
Brad makes Nate slow down after being injured for irishdf
Brad/Nate, Sixteen Candles AU for amberlynne
Brad/Nate, Skinny-dipping, sort of for trolleys
Brad/Nate, MotoGP AU for katenotkit
Outside!Pov at the beach for aboutademongirl
Brad/Nate, grocery shopping for godofwine
Brad/Nate, in a motorcycle gang for kasiowy

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Part 2

[dark-reaction.livejournal.com]

“You know, if I bother you so much, why don’t you build a wall?” Michael blinks at him and Lucifer laughs. “It never even occurred to you, did it?”Michael doesn’t answer; he imagines another cheap pine 2x4 and starts pounding it down. Lucifer laughs again. “Now I know why I was his favorite.”

“You were not his favorite!” Michael growls.

Lucifer waves a hand at him. “I was everybody’s favorite.” He rolls up to his feet. The white pajama pants that took him four days to imagine for himself after he could see past the rage swishing as he moves. “Including yours.”

Michael stills again, staring at Lucifer’s bare chest out of the corner of his eye. “And you served us well for it.”

Lucifer sprawls out on Michael’s bed. “You know, we’re going to be stuck here forever, so you might as well get over that.” He cocks his head. “Unless you think he’s going to forgive me?”

“Get out of my bed!” Michael says, ignoring Lucifer’s question entirely. Lucifer shakes his head and Michael dives at him. They roll across the mattress, wrestling, pulling at each other, trying to get the upper hand. Michael wins. He presses Lucifer’s arms back to his imagined flannel bed sheets with punishing hands. He was built for this after all. Lucifer smiles up at him. He raises a thigh, pressing it hard against Michael’s groin, smirking as Michael inhales raggedly.

“Humans weren’t made right,” Michael says weakly, blush settling across his cheeks.

Lucifer uses his discomfiture to tumble him over so that he’s on top. “You think this is why humans are flawed?”

Michael doesn’t answer. His lips harden into that same resolved line that always pisses Lucifer off. He gets a hand between them, cupping over Michael’s dick and squeezing. “This is how they’re right,” he says, grinding his palm down.

Michael’s mouth opens on a silent moan. His cheeks darken. “I don’t know what—” he says and breaks off.

“I do,” Lucifer replies and seizes his mouth in a kiss. Michael is clumsy, hesitant, but he doesn’t break away. When Lucifer licks over that beautiful lower lip, it awakens something in him. He shoves a hand through Lucifer’s hair and grips it tight. His kiss turns rough, just a fraction away from vicious. They roll again so that Michael is on top. He sits up, straddling Lucifer’s weight, unconsciously shifting down on his dick. Lucifer opens his mouth around a moan and reaches out to close his hand around Michael’s knee. The muscles clench under his hand.

“We shouldn’t,” Michael says, tracing a delicate finger over the flesh that separates his hand from his vessel’s heart. He trails his thumb wonderingly over Lucifer’s left nipple and watches it harden.

Lucifer closes his eyes. “He doesn’t care anymore.”

Michael bends, mouth hovering over Lucifer’s. “Don’t,” he says shortly and then seals their mouths together a second time, tongue twining around Lucifer’s so that he knows he must be borrowing the knowledge from his vessel. He slides his hand up Michael's thigh, reaching around to cup his ass. Michael flexes against him, and Lucifer thinks, at long last, he's won something.

Re: Part 2

[killer-fiend.livejournal.com]

THAT WAS AMAZING!!!! THANK YOU!!!!!!!!

It definitely hit my love for Lucifer/Michael