MEME: to distract from coding

[tourdefierce]

I'm working on coding up my big rec-list and am now wanting, desperately to do this meme. SO WE SHALL. Because I'm done with PTHON and my betas have all my fic (lovely people that they are to put up with my grammar) and so there is nothing for me to do. I stole this from leashy_bebes.

FIC MEME:
Pick one of my stories and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future. Can be from any character POV (i.e anyone in the fic).

You can find my masterlist can be found right here.

♥ Play with me? ♥

♥ Heartbeats: a bit in the future.

♥ Picture Maker: Spain Road Trip.

♥ Picture Maker: Just before Merlin's second collection.

♥ Heartbeats: Prequel: first time.

♥ The Sexual Education of Bradley James: Morning Sex.

♥ Give and Take: When it's not okay.

♥ The One Where Gwaine Gets Cockblocked by Destiny: after. when he gets some.

♥ Shameless: after, when eames gets revenge.

♥ Breeches: after, where there's comeplay.

♥ Heartbeats: Prequel: first time.

Comments

[slowdead.livejournal.com]

I can go twice, right? .__.

I want more in the rimming!verse (The Sexual Education of Bradley James.) I basically want ooooh so much smutty things

I either want Bradley fingering himself or thiiis: "The first thing Bradley does is the morning is press his very round, very fit arse into Colin's crotch and rub with tiny little swivels of his hips until Colin wakes up enough to fuck him properly."

*____*

Have I told you that I love you for writing this fic lately, by the way? BECAUSE I DO

[tourdefierce.livejournal.com]

Rimming Verse

Bradley wakes first, fuck, he always wakes first and it's bloody frustrating. He's hard, leaking already across his stomach because Colin's naked. Bradley can't help it, all right? It's some sort of Pavlovian response. He sees Colin naked and his arse gets greedy.

It's magic or something.

Bradley stares for a bit, watching Colin sleep on his stomach, hiding away his precious cock like he's guarding it—like Bradley might steal it away. And well, he's not wrong. Bradley doesn't want to steal it, he just wants to use it's powers for good and not evil.

Whatever.

Bradley stares and stares until he can't help it anymore, sliding a finger into his arse and gasping a little at the filling. It feels so good that he grinds down and opens up until he's fully seated and most definitely playing with himself. He doesn't know if it's Colin's magical cock or maybe if he just has more nerves in his arse than everybody arse, but Bradley aches for arse-play, like, it drives him to distraction. Every time he forgets his lines? It isn't because he's thinking of football, okay? It's because he's thinking about being bent over and stuffed full of anything, preferably Colin's cock.

Bradley's working himself into a frenzy, two fingers deep and trying to be careful when he thrusts down on his fingers when Colin wakes.

"How many fingers do you have inside ya?"

Bradley blinks through his haze of arousal. "You know I can't understand a fuckin' think you say in the morning," he whines, rolling over to shimmy his arse in Colin's general direction. "You're all Irish in the morning."

Colin laughs and it's really hot, so Bradley just bucks back and wiggles his arse, stilled stuffed with his fingers, near Colin's crotch.

"You awake?"

"Almost."

"Hurry up, yeah?" Bradley gasps as he hits his prostate. "I need to be fucked."

Colin doesn't laugh this time, just slides his finger in with Bradley's and say, "Oh, yes, you most certainly do."

At least that's what Bradley thinks he says. He's a bit distracted.

[slowdead.livejournal.com]

UGH. YES. YES TO EVERYTHING THIS CHOSES TO BE T______T

[tourdefierce.livejournal.com]

YOU JUST LIKE COCK!SLUT BRADLEY. DON'T LIE.

[lillaw.livejournal.com]

OH MY FUCKING GOD.

I mean... that was. OH MY FUCKING GOD. ♥_♥