PROMPT ME~~~

[teyla]

I was rereading some of my old pornfic yesterday, and man, that was depressing. I used to be able to off-the-cuff 1,000 or more words of PWP easily. Now, I struggle with every sentence, no matter if what I'm writing is porn or something else. I haven't posted fic in almost a year, either.

So. Whoever comments first is getting commentporn. Any pairing, any fandom--het, slash, or femmeslash. Give me a pairing and a prompt, and I shall try and see if I can force my PWP muse to actually do its job for once.

Come on, guys. This is your chance to make me write Ten/Rose. Or House/Cameron. Or Gwen/Arthur. Don't miss out! *insert commercial jingle*

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[euclase.livejournal.com]

Wilson/Cuddy by way of Doctor Who! However you'd like to work that, lmao.

[teyla]

Lmao what. xDD Okay. Um. I SHALL TRY.

[euclase.livejournal.com]

Ahahahahahahaha. You don't have to if it's too much OMGWTF. I'd read anything you wrote. <3<3<3

[teyla]

I'm trying. It might end up being a little odd. And a little OOC. OMG HAVEN'T WRITTEN THESE CHARACTERS IN YEARS.

I like the prompt, though. xD

[teyla]

There is very little Doctor Who in this. I think this must be sometime mid- to late season three. Also, Cuddy might be wildly OOC. I don't think I've ever written her before.

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"You do look like him."

They're in Wilson's office this time. The door is locked, the blinds on the windows are closed, and Cuddy has Wilson trapped between herself and the closed door, her right hand on his crotch while her left is splayed out on his chest, holding him in place. She breaks an intense kiss to make her statement, and it takes Wilson a moment to collect himself enough to react.

"Like who?"

"The guy on television. The one with the suit and the coat and the--" She slips one finger underneath the neck loop of Wilson's tie and pulls. "--necktie."

He is pulled towards her, and the next few moments are spent on another kiss, Cuddy slipping her tongue into Wilson's mouth while the palm of her right hand is rhythmically pressing against the bulge in the front of his pants. He makes one of those throaty Wilson sex sounds she has come to appreciate over the last couple of weeks, and she slides her left hand around his neck and up into his hair.

When she pulls away, he's breathing heavily, and there are traces of lipstick smeared around his mouth.

"I do not."

She quickly undoes his belt, never taking her eyes off his face, the wide, soft brown eyes and the flushed cheeks, and smiles. "Yes, you do. Same eyes, same hair. You're not as skinny, but then--" She slips her hand into his underpants and finds his cock, wrapping her fingers around it and enjoying the way Wilson's eyes glaze over when she does. "--that man is a stick insect."

His hands slide down from where they were resting on her waist to cup her ass, squeezing not-too-gently and pulling her in closer. "You know," he says, trying to play down the arousal in his voice and not quite managing, "I can imagine more romantic things you could be telling me during sex."

Cuddy slightly twists her right hand, the edge of her palm brushing over the head of Wilson's cock and sending a shudder through his body. "This is a quick office handjob, Wilson," she says, leaning in and flicking her tongue against his earlobe before she continues in a lower tone. "You want romance, you take me out to dinner."

She can tell that he wants to respond, but as she leans down and grazes her teeth over the skin of his neck, the words die in his throat and turn into another throaty moan. She smiles to herself, shifting her stance a little to make her panties rub against her crotch. Her hand continues to work a steady rhythm, and before long, his breathing becomes more erratic, his fingers on her ass tightening.

She twists her wrist again and brings her mouth close to his ear. "Come for me, Wilson. Now."

~~~

Two hours later, Cuddy is sitting at her desk, sorting through some papers and wrapping her work up for the evening. A knock on the door makes her look up to see Wilson standing in the doorway. Her gaze immediately drops to his crotch, but she's disappointed. He's cleaned up nicely; there's no visible evidence of their earlier encounter.

"Wilson, what can I do for you?"

He steps fully into the office and closes the door behind him. "I was wondering if I could ask you out to dinner. Tonight."

She regards him for a moment, a smile playing about her lips, then picks up a file from her desk and gets to her feet. "I'm really sorry, Wilson." She walks across the room towards him and leans against the door, one hand on the doorknob. "I'm afraid I've already got plans for tonight."

"Really?" His eyebrows go up. "What kind of plans?"

She leans in and lowers her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "I've got House coming over to try out the new ropes I bought him for Christmas. Purple silk, horrendously expensive; maybe those will finally make him stop complaining about chafing."

She pulls back and smiles; then, without waiting for a response, leaves the office and walks off towards the clinic. She can feel Wilson's eyes on her rear, and the corners of her mouth twitch in amusement.

It's good being Dean of Medicine.

[mind-the-tardis.livejournal.com]

W!Ten/Christina B|

Oooor . . . my brain says Sulu and that hand-glove plant in the first episode of TOS >_> Way to go, brain.

Time Lord!Spike and Buffy XD Time Lord!Spike and Xander. Or just Spike!Spike and Xander.

[teyla]

Time Lord!Spike/Buffy. Good lord, that's going to be pure slapstick.

What's your prompt?

[mind-the-tardis.livejournal.com]

OH. UM.

Research. Library. Somehow Giles and Buffy and crew have ended up trying to search for the mystical Doctor figure and the TARDIS and etc. in their Magicky Tomes.

[teyla]

Pffft. The Doctor, he is sneaking his way into every of these prompts. xD

Book!sex it is. Buffy and Spike shall be desecrating the hallowed halls of Giles' library. Or maybe Xander and Spike.

[chaoskir.livejournal.com]

I also would like to read Spike and Xander written by you.

[teyla]

Thar you go. ;)

[beandelphiki.livejournal.com]

*blinks, looks hopeful* Ten/Donna?

*goes to read yer commentfic*

[teyla]

Heee. What's the prompt?

[beandelphiki.livejournal.com]

OH, a prompt. I literally have no ideas on this one for once - I blame the headache I've got. How about: if you wanna take this, I'll leave this open for now. If you get a bright idea, cool. If you still need a prompt, I'll come back and add one tomorrow when my head is less hurty.

[teyla]

Well, I'll be going away soonish to sleep for a while, anyway--as soon as I've stopped arguing about storytelling metaphysics with mind_the_tardis >_>--so I won't be working on this in the next eight or nine hours anyway. So whenever you feel like coming back and adding a prompt, please feel free. :)

[teyla]

REUNION FIC. Post Journey's End. Because every Doctor/Donna shipper has to have written one of those.

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Donna keeps up the pretence for three days. Three days she spends ignoring him as he casually sits down in the cafe at a table close to hers, pretending not to notice him standing a few feet down the cashier line at Tesco's, purposefully overlooking him as he happens to walk past her house just when she's on her way to the car. On the fourth day, though, when she's leaving the local Sainsbury's and he's still there, standing next to a newspaper stand across the street and flicking through an issue of Empire, she's had enough.

She crosses the street and unceremoniously plucks the newspaper from his hand. He looks up in surprise, which turns into dismay as he recognizes her.

Donna narrows her eyes. "Why are you stalking me?"

"I'm-- I'm not-- I was just, um, standing here. Buying a newspaper. Just buying a newspaper, not stalking. Never stalking."

"You're still a horrible liar. That hasn't changed, then."

She watches his expression change back to surprise, then shock, then uncertainty. "You-- you remember me. Do you remember me?"

"You're hard to forget."

"But you-- I--"

"You wiped my mind. I remember. Apparently you're just as bad at that as you are at lying. Doctor."

She's not often seen him at a loss for words, so she enjoys the following couple of moments immensely. Eventually, she takes pity on him. "The memories started to return almost immediately after you left. My memories, not yours. I still don't quite know what happened with the planets in the sky and all that, but Granddad helped me fill in the blanks." She frowns and pokes a finger into his narrow chest. "I should be really angry with you, Spaceman."

The confused frown on his face clears up, and he raises his eyebrows, eyes questioning. "Are you?"

"I'm not sure yet." She can feel a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Let's find out, hm? My place or yours?"

"You live with your mother."

"Point. Where've you left that box of yours, then?"

Donna knows there's younger and prettier than her out there, but when the Doctor grabs her hand and runs off with her to find the TARDIS, she knows that doesn't matter. All that does matter is that she's Donna Noble, she's with the Doctor, and she's brilliant.

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"Nothing much's changed here, then." Donna follows the Doctor into his bedroom in the TARDIS and is greeted by familiar just-this-side-of-chaotic interiors.

He turns around and grins at her. "No reason to redecorate. I like it the way it is; don't you?"

"Oh, it's fine. It's very you."

There's a moment when they just look at one another--she missed him; up until now she hadn't realized how much she missed this silly strange fellow--and then they're kissing, his hands in her hair while hers are on his back, pulling him in close. She nudges him backwards, and a moment later they fall onto the bed, still kissing, the mattress dipping under their combined weight.

Eventually, she pulls back and kneels over him, her legs straddling his narrow thighs. "Why, sir," she says in a mock-surprised tone and runs a hand over his crotch. "Is that your screwdriver, or are you just happy to see me?"

He smiles again. "I keep my screwdriver in a different pocket."

Part 2

[teyla]

Clothes are discarded, hastily--as always, he's wearing far too many layers, jacket and tie and shirt and t-shirt and when he starts fiddling with his shoelaces, Donna has had enough and simply pushes him back onto the bed, sneakers be damned. If he wants them off, he can toe them off.

"Oi, I wasn't--"

"Oh, shut up, Spaceman." She climbs on top of him and pins his wrists against the mattress above his head. Her crotch rubs against his erection, and her arousal intensifies as his breath catches. His tongue flicks against his front teeth, and oh boy, she remembers what he can do with that tongue. She presses herself against him once more, tilting her hips to increase the friction. "So," she says, letting her hair fall down to trail over his chest. "What have you been up to since you dumped me back on Earth?"

"Donna, I never--"

"Just answer the question." She's establishing a rhythm, rubbing her clit against his cock. Slick wetness is gathering between them. The tension builds, and as he tips his head back and moans, she bends down to lick his throat. "Come on," she says in a low voice, her mouth right next to his ear, "tell me. Where did you go? Who did you meet? Who did you fuck?"

His breathing is going fast, irregular. Her breasts are pressed against his chest, and she can feel his hearts beating. She presses down again and tilts her hips, intense friction making her shudder just as he utters a chocked, surprised sound. His hips twitch upwards, sending another jolt through her body, and his arms strain against her grip. She doesn't let go, her mouth finding his ear and nibbling, biting, grazing her teeth over skin and eliciting a whole range of inarticulate noises from the man underneath her.

She comes first, biting down on the soft skin at the joint of shoulder and neck as her orgasm washes through her. Her grip on the Doctor's wrists tightens even more, and as she goes rigid, he ceases his struggling. Before the aftershocks can wear off, Donna sits up to let him slip inside her. She's wet and warm and ready, and his cock slides in quickly and easily. The feeling of the Doctor inside her is familiar and reassuring. She takes a moment to catch her breath, letting go of his wrists and smiling down at him. "Come on. Your turn."

She nudges him with one leg, and they swap positions, him ending up on top. He's impatient, she can tell by the way he immediately starts to thrust in a quick, almost frantic rhythm. She laughs, a bright, breathless sound, and spreads her legs to give him easy access.

It doesn't take him long. When he comes, he makes this sound she remembers, an almost inaudible click in the back of his throat, and goes very still for a moment before he collapses on top of her. Again, they're chest to chest, and she can feel his hearts hammering away against his ribcage. She puts her arms around him. He's still way too skinny.

They stay like that for a couple of moments, Donna running a hand through the Doctor's hair, before he rolls off of her with a sigh and, predictably, snuggles up against her.

"I missed you, Donna."

All of a sudden, Donna's throat is closing up. She swallows, and, to compensate, nudges him with her elbow and laughs. "'Course you did, Spaceman. I missed you, too." She pauses. "You do know, though, that you've got the mother of all slaps coming towards you, right?"

"Yeah, I suppose." His answer is a bit hesitant, but there's enough ruefulness in his tone to satisfy her for now.

"Just as long as you do." She settles into the pillows and tightens her arm around the Doctor. "So. You never answered my question. What did you get up to without me around?"

[tinny]

Heee, loved this! I'm not a Xander fan at all, but I've somehow fallen back into an appreciation of Spike lately. So this came at the right time. :D

[teyla]

Ohh, hi, somehow I missed this comment. Thank you! Glad you liked it. :) And Spike is always something to be appreciated--you have to love a vampire who can dress up like this without turning into Edward. ;)

[laazikaat.livejournal.com]

I love it, it's gorgeous, can I archive it at Spander Files (http://spanderfiles.com/contents.html) please?

[teyla]

Sure, I'd be flattered. :) Here's a cleaned-up version--not with less porn, but with less typos. ;)

[laazikaat.livejournal.com]

Thank you, we don't want to lose the porn, lol!

Do you have any other Spander I could add as well? *puppy dog eyes*

[laazikaat.livejournal.com]

Just the one typo that slipped past.

Edited to add: I'm an idiot and was looking at the original script, lol.

I hope your muse is inspired to write more Spander, you do it so well.

[debris_k.livejournal.com]

Doctor/House, as in the pairing. Or interaction, at least, prettyplease?

[lovemywilson.livejournal.com]

I am liking this pairing more and more...