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It's comment porn day...

YAY! Except I'm feeling very uninspired. :-/ Perhaps I can play later? I left one (not very porny) comment but it wasn't a continuation of a thread so perhaps I did it wrong?

Hmmm... what else to do today? This is lame, but if someone wants to prompt me, maybe I can write something? And maybe not just Lost?


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Feb. 4th, 2007 01:00 am (UTC)
Lol I was SO just about to say that inspiration can be found simply by staring at the beautiful header above this comment :)
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Feb. 3rd, 2007 11:55 pm (UTC)
You didn't do it wrong. There's a couple threads going I think, but it's really anything goes.

You could always make me a happy girl and give me a snippet of pirate porn. ;)

Feb. 4th, 2007 01:45 am (UTC)
Jack pulled against the ropes around his wrists. They were tight. Trust a pirate to know how to tie an inescapable knot. Sawyer slipped the cloth -- silky and vaguely smeling of sandalwood and vanilla -- over his head and tied it. "I can't see," he protested and Sawyer slapped his bare ass. "That's the whole idea. Boy."

Jack shivered in anticipation and a tiny bit from cold. He was completely naked, except for the cloth tied over his eyes. Every hair stood on end on his body. He was all alone, completely at the mercy of the most wanted pirate on the seven seas.

"Now, boy," Sawyer continued, speaking in that low, throaty way that Jack had never heard him use before. His voice alone, caressing, threatening, made Jack shiver. "You're mine to do with whatever I want. You can make all the noise you like. You'll just be advertising to my crew what a fine fuck you are if they hear you cryin' out."

Jack sucked in a breath, allowing himself to get well and truly scared. Sawyer laid one hand possessively on his hip and Jack bit his lip. He wasn't going to make any noise.. he wasn't... Sawyer's hands continued to roam over his bare flesh, tugging at the hair on his chest, tweaking his nipples hard enough to make him break his just-sworn vow of silence. "You like that?" Sawyer purred in his ear. "You want me to be rough with you?"

Sawyer abruptly released him and Jack could hear him cross to the other side of the cabin. When he returned, he laid a cold blade across Jack's neck. "Because I can draw blood, if you want..."

"No, no, please, sir..." Jack begged. "Please, don't hurt me."

"Not if you're a good lad," Sawyer chuckled, managing to sound even more sinister. He ran the flat side of the blade down Jack's side as he pressed his own body against Jack's, letting Jack feel his stiff cock along his backside. The knife clattered to the floor. Jack's knees went weak as Sawyer's hand, sloppy with oil, slipped between the cheeks of his ass, one slick finger roughly probing his opening.

Jack pulled at the ropes until his wrists burned but there was nowhere to go. He couldn't help the groan that escaped him as Sawyer, with a deep grunt, shoved up and inside him. Jack, imprisoned between the rope and Sawyer, let himself go limp. Sawyer held him firmly by the hips, curses and filth spewing from his lips with each rough thrust. Jack hated to admit it, but
he was as hard as he'd ever been in his life, his cock throbbing and aching to be touched, if only his hands were free.

He moaned and, as if he could read his mind, Sawyer reached around to take Jack in his left hand, still thankfully slippery with the oil. Jack's head fell back against Sawyer, completely surrending to the movement of Sawyer's body, Sawyer's hand. His mind went blank and his body shook violently, unable to stop from coming over Sawyer's hands and down his own thighs. He sagged and would have fallen to his knees if it weren't for the ropes. And Sawyer.

"You're mine," Sawyer grunted, still holding on tightly, still moving, but erratically now. "Jack... God... so glad you're mine." His hands dug into Jack's hips -- hard, convulsive - as he came, filling Jack with heat and scent and wetness. Sawyer just held onto him for a few minutes, minutes where Jack wasn't sure where he ended and Sawyer began.

First Sawyer removed the silk sash around his eyes and then he undid the ropes. He swore when he saw the rope burns on Jack's wrists. "Jesus, Jack, did you have to pull so much?"

"Wanted it to feel real," Jack said, as he kissed him. "Wanted to feel what it was like to be savaged by a real pirate."


"Magnificent," Jack said, taking Sawyer's head in his heads. "Everything I could ask for."

"Good." Sawyer grinned. He reached for the oil and smoothed it over Jack's poor wrists. "That's my good little prisoner."
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Feb. 4th, 2007 12:09 am (UTC)
Ooohhh, write a Lost/SPN X-over!! I've already tried that over at keyweegirlie's LJ, because Sam's scrubs inspired me, but I would kill for some Jack/Dean...or Sawyer/Sam!
If you need more prompting, let me know! ;)
Feb. 4th, 2007 02:04 am (UTC)
How about some Jack/Dean?

It wasn't easy to get the Doc alone, wasn't easy to maneuver him into a supply closet over his protests. But once he was in there, once he gave in, Jack would let Dean take over. He'd close his eyes as Dean edged his scrubs past his hips, like he wasn't sinning if he didn't look. But once Dean took his cock in his mouth, he'd look up and the Doc would be staring down, mesmerized, mouth hanging open helplessly, almost like he was mimicking what Dean was doing to him.

"God," Jack would always say when he came, hips thrusting up, hands tangled in Dean's hair. He'd be looking up, that same guilty, ecstatic look on his face. By the time Dean stood to kiss him, he'd be all business again. "So, how many?"

He'd hand over the prescription pad or the pills or syringes, not meeting Dean's eye. Dean would wipe his mouth and take the stuff with a mumbled thanks. Just once, he wished he could tell Jack he was using these stolen supplies for good. That he was out there, saving lives on a daily basis, just like Jack was. Next time. He'd tell him next time.
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Feb. 4th, 2007 12:22 am (UTC)
Some funny fic would be good, something to make me smile. You choose the fandom! :)
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Feb. 4th, 2007 12:23 am (UTC)
I think that ficlet porn is easier than full out porn, but then again, putting certain images in less words can also be difficult..and oh honey..you want a prompt..

I say these two..MEXICO AND WHITE. Because you so know you do them BOTH so well...

the mind wanders back to my lostsquee request from the summer..still one of my ALL TIME FAVORITE STORIES..*sigh*
Feb. 4th, 2007 04:51 am (UTC)
Awww. *loves. Well, this is going to be much shorter and rougher, but:

"Poquito mas...." Sawyer slurs, leaning into Jack. He tastes of tequila and lime and salt, but, underneath still completely of Sawyer.

"You don't need any more," Jack whispers, sliding his hand under the waistband of Sawyer's jeans.

"Yes, I do..." Sawyer stubbornly insists. He's leaning against the stucco wall of the cantina, limbs sprawled loosely, like he might fall over at any instant. But when he feels Jack's hand around his cock, a quiver goes through him. His whole body stills, draws to attention. "Yes, god, yes, Jack..." he moans.

Jack, too buzzed himself to care about anyone walking by, teases Sawyer a little longer, knowing he's going to come that much harder for the delay. He doesn't kiss him, just lets his mouth hover over Sawyer's as he finally moves his hand.

"Tell me," he whispers. "Tell me."

"Jack," Sawyer groans, arching up, hands gripping Jack's shoulder tight. His head falls back agains the wall, eyes clear and blue and intense as the ocean during a storm. "Yo quiero...=, God, fucking love you," He's breathing too hard now to talk and finally Jack gives in and kisses him, panting through his orgasm with him, feeling the bliss of it course through his own veins, his own cock throbbing with each tremor Sawyer makes under his touch.

Sawyer gives him his sloppiest, just-had-sex-in-an-alley kiss, grinning wide enough for the moon to glint off his teeth. "Siempre," Sawyer whispers in Jack's ear. "You hear me, Jack? Love you forever."

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Feb. 4th, 2007 12:30 am (UTC)
so like Jack Shephard/Jack Bauer fic would like totally be impossible, right?

Um, how about the words haircut and early and elated and Sawyer/Dean, or, anyone really...

Feb. 4th, 2007 02:43 am (UTC)
So like Jack Shephard/Jack Bauer fic would like totally be impossible, right?
All you have to do is ask!

The doctor sank to the floor, shaking and pale. He covered his face with his hands. He might be crying. It was over, it was all over, and they were out of danger and now, at last, he was allowed to react, here, alone in what had become a makeshift operating room.

He'd followed Jack's every shouted order, complied unquestioningly with things no man should ever have to do. And to see what they'd seen today, men blown to bits. And that woman... the doctor had somehow managed to save her after Jack had nearly killed her and now it was Jack's job to tell him it was okay. That he'd done his best, that he'd served his country and that he should remember that and not all the pain and terror and suffering they'd lived through today.

"It's okay. Dr. Shephard. It's okay," Jack said, kneeling down to pat the doctor on the arm. He was gruff, professional as always, but as kind as he could manage. "I couldn't have done this without you."

"I know..." the doctor dropped his hands. His eyes were rimmed red but he wasn't crying. "I just ... I can't..." His hands were shaking and he looked past Jack, his eyes dark and haunted.

"I know," Jack echoed, pressing his forehead against the distraught doctor's. It was too much, to pull in a civilian like this. It wasn't fair and god knows it wasn't right but it was too damn late to say he was sorry.

"Tell me what I should be feeling. Because I don't even know. I don't fucking know." The doctor reached out to Jack, grabbing his head in both hands.

"Relief," Jack rasped and then he did the only thing he could do. He kissed him. Dr. Shephard didn't fight him, didn't react except to open his mouth wider and pull Jack closer, until he was on top of him. Jack pulled his shirt over his head and the doctor fumbled with his pants and then with Jack's. And then he let Jack take over, like he'd let him lead like he had all day. Those dark eyes burned into his as Jack spit into his hand and jerked him off, roughly and expertly, like the fate of the world depended on getting the good doctor off, his own breathing coming faster as the doctor started to shake in his arms. When Shephard stopped gasping, he reached for Jack, but he took his time, like he needed this connection, he needed to know there was still tenderness and good after all the horror. And Jack closed his eyes, let himself feel the doctor's hands on him, let the intense heat and pleasure spreading from his groin counteract the aches and bruises from the day. The brief bliss when he came faded almost instantly.

He was back on the clock. He had to go. The doctor had to be debriefed. "It happens," he said, to Shephard, who was self-consciously getting dressed, tucking himself back in. "Sometimes, there's nowhere else to go, after a day like today."

"It's okay, Jack. It's ... good." And Shephard looked okay. He was still shaky, but there was a faint smile under the pallor.

Jack led him outside, where, as if on cue, a CTU jeep pulled up. "Agent Findley, this is ..."

"Jack. Jack Shephard." The doctor grinned at him. "Seems we have a few things in common."

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Feb. 4th, 2007 01:23 am (UTC)
Given that I haven't even seen a single episode of 24, I'm gonna have to go with LOST...

How about - Jack and Sawyer (natch), on the island, with a voyeur and, hmmm, object insertion? (ah, the glorious joys of The Encyclopedia of Sexual Practices</i...) Or, *thinks* even better, docking. There. All the kink in the world (other than age-play 'cause that would be just... odd.) *bounce bounce bounce*
Feb. 4th, 2007 06:20 am (UTC)
Hi, wow, okay, well, I just looked that up and I've always assumed they're both circumcised! But, omg, look what you made me do:

Jack groans, stretched to his limit by Sawyer and now he reaches around, awkwardly, trying to work the dildo in. "Easy," Sawyer whispers and then, together, they manage to slide it inside. Jack's still got ahold of it and he slowly twists it deeper, watching Sawyer's face for a sign he should stop. "Fuck, that's ... fuck," Sawyer gasps and he starts to move again. Jack matches his rhythm... in, out, in, Fuck, he's not going to last. The vibrations of Sawyer convulsing around the dildo travel down his hand, so strong that his own orgasm starts there, and then shoots down his arm, down his belly, until his cock finally explodes against both their bellies.

He draws the dildo out slowly, mindful of how much Sawyer's thighs are still shaking. He's still out of breath, overwhelmed by the intensity of seeing Sawyer come so hard.

Sayid comes just seconds after Sawyer, giving full cry to the groan building within him this whole time. They can't hear him. He never expected to see this when he checked on the monitors in the other hatch.

He tries to think just how he can suggest that next time, they won't need the dildo at all.

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Feb. 4th, 2007 01:45 am (UTC)
Dont feel bad! i'm in the same boat!


Due to my extreme lameness (and the fact that I don’t have time to play), you have now received this rain check comment.

Yes, this is a promise of comment porn, to come at an ulterior date.


Feb. 4th, 2007 02:49 am (UTC)
Awww, yay! Except I did manage to write some stuff. *points up*

I await my rainy day porn!
Feb. 4th, 2007 05:04 am (UTC)
The boat rocked lazily on a clear blue sea.

It was just a little thing, no motor, tied to the end of the pier. They came out here to remember the island, and the rescue, and to get away from the busy noisy tangle of everyday life.

Jack lay in Sawyer's arms. They were skin against skin, shirtless in the hot sun. Jack studied the contrast of Sawyer's golden skin against his, holding him while he got his breath back. The warmth of the sun and waves and the satisfaction from having been loved hard tugged at his eyelids, tempting him into relaxation.

His body jerked as he fought it, but Sawyer just pulled him in tighter. "It's okay," he murmured, words barely more than breath against Jack's ear.
Feb. 4th, 2007 05:55 am (UTC)
Oh, I love this. Lovely, afterglow boat fic! I've been porned! :)
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Feb. 4th, 2007 07:14 am (UTC)
Sawyer watches Jack watch tv. He's a little too interested, a little too on the edge of his seat for Sawyer's liking. Enthralled one might call it.

"So it's just any blond with a gun then?" He says after Jack's waved him off a couple of times.

"Hmm." Jack says, but Sawyer knows Jack has no idea what he just said.

"Gonna get me a grey thermal and some tighter jeans, maybe then you'll eye my ass like that."

Still, nothing. Just Jack on the couch, so into it that his body actually angles for the television.

Sawyer runs a hand down his back, then up under is shirt, but it's only when he flat out straddles Jack and pushes him back into the deep cushions that he gets the desired effect, then he grinds his hips in and gets some more of the same.

Jack leans forward, arches right into Sawyer's body and pushes back. Sawyer's a little appeased by the move until he hears the tell tale boop of Tivo pausing and he realises Jack was only straining for the remote.

Over the next few minutes though, Jack more than makes up for it. Sawyer gets his Jack fix. Then, after a sufficient amount of time has passed, Jack finds his way back to the remote and gets his own Jack fix.

Feb. 4th, 2007 07:17 am (UTC)
Awww, yeah! :) Hee! I love it! Jack loves Jack and Sawyer is more than a little green-eyed! And hah "tell tale boop of Tivo pausing!" Well-observed!
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Feb. 4th, 2007 09:32 pm (UTC)
This was awesome! And sounds kind of like (cough...exactly) what I'm like when my boyfriend is trying to get my attention while 24 is on...he's actually learned to just find something else to do in that hour...except it takes me about another 30 minutes to decompress...so with that and Lost coming back he's not too excited ;)
Feb. 6th, 2007 07:49 am (UTC)
Eh, it's just Mondays and Wednesdays, he'll make do! Thanks. :)
Feb. 5th, 2007 10:41 pm (UTC)
How about some Dean/Jack?
Feb. 6th, 2007 06:16 am (UTC)
I wrote some Dean/Jack here. And I'd like to write the pairing again! :)
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