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[doyle]

Stolen from girlfromsouth:

Give me 1000 comments in this entry. Or whatever, really. YOU, in particular, don't have to supply the whole 1000, but a tiny contribution would be nice. Then let me know if you post this in your journal and I'll return the favor.

Dudes, so this is your chance to spam me with anything! Pictures, lyrics, the word SPAM over and over. Feel free to tell me something about yourself, or screen your comments. Do whatever you want! It's all up to you.

Okay, so I realise 1000 is a tall number so just spam away and we'll see where we get up to. Please entertain me!

Entertain me while I tackle inability to make words come out right and try to get some of these ficathon entries done... You could tell me what strange pairings you're into, since I've been thinking lots about unconventional shipping today. Or anything. Go on.

Also contemplating a game of tag where the first person writes a drabble - 100 words or less - with a pairing and a word or requirement at the end, and the next person writes that one. Might try to instigate a game of that later tonight if the ficathoning goes badly.

ETA: Okay, the drabble tag's here, come and play.

Comments

Re: Drabble tag!

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

He knows he shouldn't be doing this. Knows he should be thinking of Willow, of soft red hair and a smile that lights up the room. But he can't help it. He watches Giles's fingers caress the guitar strings and Oz wants them on him. Every note is perfect as it fills the air, and all Oz wants to do is drop to his knees. He shifts slightly, all too aware of the rest of the people in the coffee shop as his cock tries to burst out of his trousers. And Giles continues to sing, oblivious to Oz's need.

Next pairing: Wesley/Connor

Re: Drabble tag!

[invaderwitch.livejournal.com]

“ You’re lovely.” He breathed, crushing his body against Connor’s. His hands ripped at the buttons of his shirt, pushing the soft material off of his shoulders and nipping at Connor’s skin.

Connor was startled, as he suddenly had to fight off the urge to sink his own teeth into Wesley’s shoulder. To bite down hard, maybe until he bled. The thought sent him into new heights of arousal. But he pushed it aside, not caring about whatever implications it might hold.

For now, this was enough. More then enough.

EDIT- Buffy/Faith during body-switch.

Buffy/Faith during body-switch.

[raskazzptitsa.livejournal.com]

Call it narcissistic, but Buffy likes how her skin looks covered in a sheen of sweat, almost shimmering as she grinds up against Faith’s body. She’s not okay with Faith taking her body for a ride literally, and Buffy using someone else’s fingers to touch herself is freaky. But those half-hooded green eyes are shooting her a look that’s all Faith, and Buffy can’t deny that makes her hot.

“God, I want you,” Faith moans. Buffy’s not sure if she’s talking to Buffy, or pretending it’s Buffy talking to her.

As Faith starts grinding harder, Buffy realizes she doesn’t care.

***

Next: Harmony/Lilah, AU Angel Season 5 where Lilah ain't dead

Lilah/Harmony

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Harmony is... refreshing. Like a pair of comfortable slippers after a day on high heels.

It was a simple move against Angel, who better than his secretary to betray him? Harmony had been a precious pawn in her hands, but the annoying girl wouldn’t follow the rules. She refused to grasp that she was low in the W&H food chain. Somehow she had won a half-permanent place in Lilah’s bed, done it without Lilah really noticing until it was done.

“Why?” she asks tonight.

Harmony giggles. “Osmosis.”

Lilah smiles, kisses the blonde and understands what she tried to say. Symbiosis.



Next: Drusilla/Spike, pre-series

Drusilla/Spike, pre-series

[raskazzptitsa.livejournal.com]

(Aww, love the Lilah/Harmony! Also, wish you could edit LJ comments, feh.)

Spike wasn’t sure he liked Italy. Their first time there was...a mess. This go-round, there was no Immortal, at least. But as it turned out, most folks wore crosses. Made it hard to eat without getting your lips seared off.

Dru’d gotten it into her head to crash some posh little party. Tossers, tossers everywhere, all pretension and snide looks. Spike would have told them all to go to hell, but neither he nor Dru had retained any Italian besides “Ciao.” So they settled for a bloody shower of violence.

As it turned out, crosses weren’t fashionable with this crowd.

***

Next: Buffy/Xander

Buffy/Xander

[hallucinogenia.livejournal.com]

Set during The Pack.


She manages not to think about it for all of four hours, through the search for the zookeeper...and then the fight with the zookeeper after he turns into Evil-Hyena-Guy.

When she gets home that night she can't hide from it any longer. Steps into the shower's boiling spray but can't wash away the memory of his hands on her wrists, her thighs, the weight of his body pressing her back against the vending machine.

The bruises from his rough, demanding fingers are gone, but her shoulders are still dotted with harsh bitemarks, and when she reaches down to touch herself she can still feel him inside.


Next: Holtz slashed with anyone

Re: holtz

[invaderwitch.livejournal.com]

When he looks at his son, he realizes for what feels like the first time just how old he is becoming. This place, Quor-toth, will be the death of him. But it doesn't matter. Not as long as Stephen is still breathing.

He's back now, fresh from the hunt, peeling the bloody clothing away from sweat-gleaming skin. He moves across the dirt-floor towards him.

"Daddy." He breathes.

Holtz wonders vaguely, as usual, if he will go to Hell for this. But when Stephen's lips press tenderly against his, he realizes it doesn't matter.

They're already in Hell.

(william, after killing mum)

William, after killing mum

[hallucinogenia.livejournal.com]

Just beautiful.


Oh, William, you're so...tender...a limp, sentimental fool...

Her words still resounding through his mind, he fell to his knees in the midst of the wrecked parlour and cried out imploringly.

"Mother!"

The click click of his dark princess's shoes on the wooden floor behind him roused him from his torment, but he remained knelt as she approached. Loathe to let her see him so unmanned...limp, sentimental fool...he turned his face from her when she crouched beside him. Her lace-shrouded hand stroked his wet cheek.

"Shh, my sweet" Drusilla crooned. "Mummy's here."


Next: Wesley/Justine

wes/justine

[invaderwitch.livejournal.com]

He has the power. He has the weapons, while she is in chains.

He holds over her the ever-popular threat of "taking away the bucket."

Only one other man has ever made her feel so vulnerable, and now he is in Hell, probably dead. She hated and loved him the way she hates Wesley- but she has to respect him. Even if she'll die before saying it out loud.

As he drags her from her cage, with a mutter about going on "a boat ride", she wonders if they had met in another life- one where her sister was still alive, and Holtz had never had cause to find her- if she might have willingly let him chain her up...

(-drags this out of her ass- Angel/Skip)

That was a hard one!

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

The deal was to look after Cordelia, to act as her guide to the Higher Plane. It was a decent gig, pay was good, better than guarding that damn box of fire at any rate. Then he met Angel and the deal started to go wrong. Skip hadn’t counted on this, the strange feeling that ran from the tips of his toes whenever the hero was near. It was clear Angel saw nothing but Cordelia however. Too busy for buffalo wings, to active to sit and watch the game. When the thing was born, Skip hoped they all died. Slowly.

NEXT: Oz/Nina

Oz/Nina

[lasultrix.livejournal.com]

"Wow." Nina ran her hand through her hair and smiled. "So, who found you? How'd you learn to, you know, lock yourself up and not go crazy and all?”

Oz shrugged. "Just figured it out for myself."

"Huh." Nina felt melodramatic now. Though she was getting the feeling everybody would feel melodramatic around Oz. "I suppose it is kinda logical, when you look at it that way."

Oz shrugged again.

Nina decided to change tack. "You know, I'm not used to straightforward men."

"Angel." Oz nodded. "Complex guy."

"So, Oz, how do you feel this date is going?"

“It’s promising.”

Next: Fred/Faith