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Porn Tree Challenge - January 2011

Hello, folks! I'm

merikuru; I'll be taking over for the lovely

branewurms in setting up these prompt challenges for the next $timeperiod.

WARNING: This comm is anon-friendly, so viewer advisories and the like are turned off. However, you will likely find sexually explicit material here, and you may possibly find content that is disturbing or triggering in some fashion. Please turn back if you are not of age to view sexually explicit material and/or okay with the thought of maybe running across potentially disturbing things. We want the porn tree to be fun for everyone, not a horrific experience!

What we are doing here is a Prompt Tree Challenge. Any fandom is welcome, or for that matter things that aren't usually considered fandoms (historical figures, mythology, whatever you want - go for it! More power to you.) Gen and smut of any type are both welcome. Fanart is welcome, too - but if you post art, please link to it instead of posting it directly in the comments, and use appropriate warnings.

I'll go ahead and try to explain how this'll work. PLEASE READ THE INSTRUCTIONS even if you participated in previous challenges - things have changed around a little bit since, and it's been a while, so it's likely a good idea to re-familiarize yourself with the rules.

First, you leave a top-level comment naming the fandom you'd like to see people write in, both in the comment and the subject line. Example: you want someone to write fic for...oh, I don't know, how about the game Tales of the Abyss. So your comment and your subject line both say:

   Tales of the Abyss

Then you reply to that comment with the name of a character from that fandom you'd like to see people write about. Let's say you want someone to write about Luke. Now it should look like this:

   Tales of the Abyss

      Luke fon Fabre

People who are interested in that character can then reply to that comment with one or more characters they want to pair the first character up with (in either a gen or porny context). So you might get a thread that's starting to look like this:

   Tales of the Abyss

      Luke fon Fabre

         Guy Cecil

         Tear Grants

HOWEVER - when you comment with the response character, please change the subject line of your comment to reflect the pairing you're going for (i.e. if you responded to Luke with Tear, your subject line would say Luke fon Fabre/Tear Grants or Luke/Tear.) It's a good way of helping people keep track of pairings that have already been asked for, and helping them find pairings they might be interested in reading or writing.

People who wish to leave a specific prompt at this point can leave one either for a pairing, or for a single character. For example:

   Tales of the Abyss

      Luke fon Fabre

         Tear Grants

            fonic hymns

OR:

   Tales of the Abyss

      Luke fon Fabre

         memory

People can leave fic at any point in this tree - they can write fic for a single character, fic for any of the character pairings, or fic in response to one of the prompts. Again, please change the subject line to reflect the character or pairing and the prompt (if there's no prompt, just put "no prompt" instead.) Example:

   Tales of the Abyss

      Luke fon Fabre

         Any fic about Luke goes here

         Tear Grants

            Luke/Tear fic goes here

            fonic hymns

               Luke/Tear fic specifically responding to the "fonic hymns" prompt goes here.

Points to remember:

* Make sure if you're responding to a pairing by itself that you leave your fic as a reply to the pairing; if you're responding to a specific prompt, leave your comment as a response to the prompt. Also remember, in the above example, if you wanted to leave a prompt for Guy or Tear by themselves, or pair them with a different character, you'd just start a new comment tree under the Tales of the Abyss heading. (See why it's a porn tree now?)

* You may leave responses to your own top-level comments if you have specific characters you want to see paired off with the character you first named. Don't be afraid to leave multiple pairings and prompts. You left a comment about Kamui Shirou from X/1999, and you want to then offer up the opportunity to pair him with Kotori Monou? Go for it. You commented with Vashyron from Resonance of Fate, and you have a hankering to see him in bed with Zephyr? Pair away. You want to leave prompts to your own characters or pairings? Feel free. We won't yell at you.

* Multiple people are allowed to respond to the same prompts. This is where the subject line thing comes in so very handy. We don't want a whole bunch of different threads all requesting the same pairing when just one will do just as well, right? Check the subject lines for your pairing, and if it's not listed, go wild. But if it's already there, please don't post it again - you can feel perfectly free to leave a prompt, though!

* Yes, you are free to request crossovers - if, say, you find a comment with Edward Elric from Full Metal Alchemist, and you want to pair him up with Lelouch from Code Geass (hey, go wild if that's your thing), just reply to the Edward comment with "Lelouch (Code Geass)".

* Please, please, please use the subject lines to clarify your pairings! It makes it so much easier on all of us, whether we're reading, writing or just keeping an eye on things.

* Please add "FIC" to the subject line if you are posting fic, so that people can easily distinguish between fic and prompts! Example: "FIC: Luke/Tear (no prompt)".

* I'm also going to ask that if you're writing porn, please add "[MA]" to the subject line for your comment fic, so that people who don't want to read smut can skip it. Ex: "[MA] FIC: Luke/Tear (no prompt)". (HOWEVER, this is a big, big forewarning to everyone: I am sure that some of us are going to forget about the porn warning on occasion, so you may well stumble across something that squicks you. If this is a truly horrible thought, you may want to skip this challenge.)

* And last of all - you may feel free to add on to another person's prompt! Like, for example, maybe you saw "clash of tempers", and you'd like to add "in bed" or "at lunchtime" or "in the shower" (hey, I don't know), just reply to the original prompt with your addition.

I'll leave a couple of prompts to start with so you get the general idea. If you're still confused, go ahead and ask questions here; I'll try to respond to them the best I can.

This challenge will run until the end of February. That gives you guys a bit over a month to get to writing, but I'll certainly extend it if there aren't many takers and/or people request me to do so. So, let the January 2011 porn tree challenge...BEGIN! *fires off noisemaker*

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“Do you think he’s okay?” Leanne asks, around midnight, when the lights out on the streets are as dim as they’re going to get. “He’s been in there for awhile.”

Vashyron puts down the pistol he’s been cleaning, getting up to rap on Zephyr’s door.

“Hey, Zephyr! Come out. We’re not gonna bite, or anything.”

A voice issues from inside, a little muffled, like its owner has his head buried in a pillow. “Very funny.”

Leanne joins him at the door, putting her mouth to the keyhole. “Come on, Zephyr. We like you even if you’re dead.”

There’s a scraping sound and the door swings inward. Zephyr steps into the kitchen light, parting his lips. His fangs shine, white and razor thin.

“Shit, look at those,” Vashyron says.

Leanne leans in closer. “They look so…sharp.”

Zephyr claps a hand over his mouth. “Stop making fun of me.”

“Hey, this is an important life lesson. Now you know not to follow pale women into dark alleys.”

“Shut up.” Zephyr lowers his hand. “I’m hungry.” His voice has deepened, torn ragged around the edges.

Vashyron and Leanne glance at each other.

“Hungry for cold soup and oranges, I hope,” Vashyron says. “Because that’s all we got.”

Zephyr shakes his head. His eyes have slipped down from Vashyron’s face to the curve of his shoulder. “You know for what.”

Vashyron grins, flipping his hair away from his neck. “I guess I can help you out. As long as you promise to respect me in the morning.”

Zephyr snarls, flying out of the doorway and riding Vashyron down onto the couch, so hard they nearly rock it over backward.

“What, no foreplay?” Zephyr’s straddling his hips, pinning his hands to the back of the couch. “And with an audience, too?” Leanne’s standing by the wall, gun in hand. Vashyron’s not sure if she actually plans to shoot Zephyr, or if it’s a security thing.

“Just don’t let him kill me,” is about all he’s able to get out, before Zephyr growls and strikes, fangs sinking into the meat of Vashyron’s neck.

At first there’s just pain, bone-deep and blinding, followed by a rush of numbness that reminds Vashyron of the first stages of hypothermia. But then Zephyr starts to suck and the feeling hits him like a grenade, low and hot. “Oh, fuck.” He clutches at Zephyr’s back, vision swimming to blackness. It feels like the couch has spun away from him, and he’s suddenly unable to tell which way is up. He’s so hard he can barely stand it. “Fuck yeah, Zephyr…”

He feels a wrench, Zephyr writhing in his lap, and the world slams back in a rush of color. The pleasure spikes and he comes with a groan, just as Zephyr pulls away.

Leanne is on the couch beside them. One of her hands has crawled its way up Vashyron’s thigh, and her breath is coming fast and shallow. Zephyr’s eyes have cleared a little, though when he leans in it’s to lap delicately at the cuts on Vashyron’s neck. He groans as a ghost of pleasure shivers through him.

“Are you okay?” Leanne asks, eyes wide and interested, the way she’d looked the first time she’d seen him cock a gun.

“I can’t feel my legs,” Vashyron says, and his voice is slurred and tired. “But other than that I’m good.”

Zephyr pulls back again, purring low in his throat, licking his fingers clean. Vashyron rubs his hands over his thighs, grinning despite the fact that he’ll probably be dizzy for the next couple days. “So, anything else we can do to accommodate your new style of—.”

A hand laces in his hair and he’s cut off by a tongue pushing into his mouth, lips soft and clumsy. It takes him a couple of seconds of delirium to realize that it’s Leanne kissing him and not Zephyr.

“What was that for?” he asks, when she finally releases him.

Leanne pushes her hair out of her eyes and smiles, a little sheepishly. “I was feeling left out, and his mouth was busy.”

Zephyr, as if to prove her point, licks one last droplet of blood off his index finger, cheeks hollowing as he sucks. He appears to be fully lucid again.

“What’s the matter, old man?” he asks. “Don’t think you can keep up with both of us?”

Vashyron exerts some effort, managing to sling an arm around Leanne’s waist and pull her nearly on top of him. “Are you kidding? I can go all night.” He winces slightly as his vision spots, shaking his head to clear it. “As long as it doesn’t involve standing up or using fine motor skills.”

Leanne laughs, a little more evilly than is standard for her. “I’m sure we’ll find some use for you.”

...Ngh. So much ngh. Holy shit. *squirms*

Woman, we are making with the porn later. *nodnod*

Gah. Yum. So much approval. I don't normally like vampire AUs, but...just...yum. There are no other words for it. Yum.

Can I worship you now? :D

Heehee. I thought you might approve, even if it's not outright porn.

Damn right we are! I'm kicking the muses as I type.

(Why am I writing this now, it's seriously almost 5am, damn you surprisingly attractive prompt!)

"Tell me about the wild rose again," Tidus says, his eyes sparkling, and Firion pulls him into his lap with an indulgent smile.

He traces the outline of a rose across Tidus' back as he starts to talk, enjoying the way it makes the youth shiver and all but purr. "My dream is to make a world where the wild roses grow everywhere," he says, smiling a little distantly. "There'll be no anger there, no more war... just roses, as far as the eye can see. Each one utterly unique and utterly perfect."

Tidus laughs lightly, leaning a little further into Firion as the tracing turns into a soothing circle, light touches across his back and spine. "It sounds perfect."

They lose words after that, drown them in light touches and soft gasps and delighted moans, until eventually they lie wrapped around each other, utterly sated.

Tidus snuggles up against his chest, flushed and still panting slightly, utterly uncaring of the mess his release has made across their stomachs. "Firion?" he manages, his voice soft and drowsy.

"Hmmm?" He has no eloquence now, merely warm sounds as he wraps his arms around the blonde youth more firmly.

"When this is over... can I see your roses?"

"Of course," he says, trying not to choke on the horrible fear that when this is over, he will have lost his special yellow rose.

THAT WAS AMAZING. \o/

Also omg Vashyron you're going to be so sorry you were bragging about that. They are going to destroy you.

eeeeee. ♥

*gleeful squeaky noises*

This is perfect, utterly perfect. Are you in my head again, m'dear?

*happydance*

Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe? Are you imagining dirtydirtydirty collar-related antics? >:D

You know I am, woman.

*resumes the incoherent gleeful squeaky noises*

thank you!

I like Tidus as a yellow rose )))

Other people tell her that she's out of control, that she's dangerous, that her friends are monsters. Van doesn't tell her she's doing anything wrong, but he doesn't tell anyone else to stop saying those things, either, so Arietta knows he believes it, too. Maybe he thinks it's good, but he believes it.

She doesn't care what any of them think, though. Nobody but Ion. And Ion never says those things.

He knows her, knows how to talk to her, half with his body and half with his voice. He tells her she's clever and fierce when he pulls her hair. He tells her she's his favorite when she lifts her hips. He tells her she's a good girl, his good girl, just before he bites down on her nape.

And compared with that, nothing anybody else says even matters.

...Yes. ♥

You're welcome!

Heehee, so do I. I always did adore yellow roses the most growing up.

Noelle/Jade

Noelle/Jade--Flying Lessons

Noelle/Guy

Noelle/Guy--Flying Lessons

Dezolis was too damn cold for someone brought up under Motavia’s blazing hot sun. Or anyone remotely sane, really. So naturally it made perfect sense for Rune to be completely and utterly comfortable in the stinging cold winds without even needing to roll down his sleeves.

“Keep moving, shorty!” the tall Esper called, and he could feel his eyebrow twitch violently. Thankfully the group had almost reached the small town of Tyler, where Raja assured them there would be an inn and blazing fires and most importantly, beds weighed down with heavy blankets.

“Bite me, you arrogant blue beanpole,” he grumbled under his breath, scowling at Rune’s cloak and taking an irrational amount of pleasure from it’s tattered state.

Rune laughed again and swooped in with a grin, wrapping his arms and the edges of his cloak around the smaller Hunter. Chaz stiffened momentarily, before realising that he was suddenly delightfully warm, far warmer than just being held would make him.

“Cheeky bastard,” he muttered, even as he tried to lean a little further back into the hold. Typical Rune... managing to be surprisingly thoughtful and an utter bastard at the same time.

“Just move your short legs before I decide to stop taking pity on you.” He huffed softly, briefly considering elbowing the smug git in the stomach, but decided he’d rather stay warm long enough to get to the inn in one piece. He could always elbow him later.

Wren had gone on ahead, being all but unaffected by the cold and able to leave a clear trail for them to follow, and had already settled the issue of rooms by the time the rest of them stumbled in out of the cold winds, snow falling from their clothes. Rika was sharing with the stoic android – despite his near lack of emotions, his protectiveness of his student was powerful – and Raja had been ‘gifted’ a room on his own. Rune shared a brief secretive smile with Chaz, squeezing his shoulder twice before heading upstairs.

He was signalling that he was both in the mood and particularly eager – two squeezes meant two minutes.

After a crash from orbit, a long and trudging walk through knee-deep snow, and having to listen to Raja’s interminable, endless puns, the thought of having his mind utterly blown was more than welcome. It was perfect.

Rune pounced him the instant the door was shut, slamming him up against the thick wood and capturing his lips in an intense, merciless kiss that took his breath away.

“Smug bastard...” he managed when the kiss was broken, trembling a little and arching into Rune’s roaming hands as he tugged desperately at the straps holding his armour on. “Gonna... pin you... one of these days...”

“In your wet dreams.” His armour fell with a series of thuds, and he was suddenly lying across one of the long, slender beds with Rune above him, hair loose, eyes bright with lust. He looked like some kind of ancient god of sex come to life, or maybe a spirit of carnal desires...

“I mean it...” he started, breaking off into an embarrassed cry when Rune simply pulled his shirt and jacket off in one wild movement, attacking his nipples with sharp tweaks and pinches. “I’m going to... to... ngh... You utter bastard...”

“I know, I know, you’re going to get the drop on me and fuck my brains out. Now stop talking and start moaning.” His hand slid into Chaz’s pants and wrapped firmly around his stiffening cock, stroking gently until he arched and keened desperately. “That’s more like it.”

Chaz whimpered breathily as Rune’s slender fingers left his groin to work on his clothes, just coherent enough to wriggle desperately out of his pants. He couldn’t keep from staring at the Esper’s clothes fell away, never tiring of watching his lean pale skin being revealed bit by bit.

“Smug git,” he moaned, trembling in anticipation as Rune’s erection sprang free of his pants, as proud and as tempting as ever.

“Lie back, shorty,” Rune said, pushing him back onto the bed and nuzzling at his neck.

“B... nnn... Beanpole!” He arched with a soft but desperate cry as Rune’s fingers trailed down his spine, a familiar thread of energy tingling through him as the wizard used a lubrication spell, his fingers becoming slick and slippery as it took hold.

“Beanpole with a beanpole,” he said with a shameless grin, slipping a couple of fingers into the young hunter before he had the chance to retort, moaning appreciatively at the way he squirmed and whimpered when his fingers curled just right.

Chaz writhed and moaned as he was opened, barely even registering when a supporting arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him up against Rune’s chest. He whimpered at a particularly nice thrust of the fingers and clung to him tightly, his breath coming in soft and needy gasps.

“Ready?” Rune murmured, and he nodded hazily. Rune wrapped his hands around his waist and pulled him up, guiding him into position and pushing in with a single sharp thrust. Chaz arched and let out a breathy scream, digging his nails into the Esper’s back needily.

They set a slow, comfortable pace, wrapped comfortably around each other, taking time to simply enjoy the first time alone they’d managed in more than a week. It seemed like the more progress they made on their quest, the less time they had for each other. Initially their relationship had been a way of seeking comfort after Alys’ passing, but it hadn’t taken long to turn into genuine affection.

Incredibly snarky affection that involved no small amount of name-calling, but affection nonetheless.

Eventually Rune pushed Chaz back onto the bed, pinning his hands over his head with one hand and stroking him firmly with the other until he wailed and thrashed with impending release.

A last particularly well-aimed thrust and stroke sent him spiralling over the edge with a wild shriek, a rush of heat and a sharp bite to the shoulder signalling Rune’s release.

The Esper collapsed across the Hunter and held him close, and Chaz buried himself in the embrace happily. He felt warm and safe like this, and he’d be damned if he was going to ruin it. Besides, he was tired, and a small yawn escaped him before he could catch it.

“Heh... get some sleepy, shorty.”

“Love you too, you arrogant bastard.”

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Thanks!
I admit it, I always like vampire AU's, even if they're getting a little tired. Tell no one.

Thank you!

And yeah, Vashyron better put his money where his mouth is.

These three are the hottest threesome ever. Thanks for the prompt!!

I think I probably re-read this about four times yesterday. The whole bantery setup part just makes me glee -- you catch the feel of the in-game scenes so well, and the voices are great, and aaaah. ♥

France/Canada -- ladykiller in love

The candlelight is warm and golden, the tiniest breath sending it dancing across the walls. Curtains are drawn against the noise of the street, the air inside the studio warm and close.

“Here, on your stomach,” Leonardo says, pointing to the mattress.

Ezio raises a brow, looking dubious even through the discomfort writ across his face. He’s stooped slightly, holding his shoulders at an uneven angle.

“Why can’t I stand?”

“You’re too tall if you stand, and sitting will only cause more strain.” He points again. “Volocemente, Ezio.”

“Va bene, va bene.” He moves slowly, lowering himself down onto his front. Leonardo can already see which muscles have been pulled from the way they move under his skin, the way he favors the left side of his body. His skin gleams bronze in the candlelight, sweat pooling in the dip of his lower back. Leonardo has to suppress the urge to fetch his paints.

He rolls up his sleeves (it’s been much too hot to wear anything indoors but an undershirt) and sits on the bed, slinging a leg over Ezio’s hips. Ezio makes a noise of surprise and tenses, followed by a harsh exhalation of pain.

“Leonardo…”

“Relax, Ezio. This will help.” He smoothes Ezio’s hair away from his neck, placing his hands against the two largest muscles in his back. “And it will hurt,” he warns.

“Non fa niente. I have withstood worse.”

Leonardo begins to massage, pressing down with the palms of his hands. Ezio’s whole body jerks and he makes a tiny noise in his throat. His fingers are gripped tight in the sheets, but he doesn’t protest, and after a couple of minutes he relaxes down against the bed.

“You should stretch before you scale rooftops,” Leonardo chides, not without humor. He can feel the place where Ezio’s muscles have pulled tight from the strain. “It will prevent things like this from happening.”

He digs the heel of his hand into the muscle below his shoulder blade and Ezio groans. It no longer sounds like a noise of pain, and it makes heat pool low and threatening in Leonardo’s belly. He moves his hands down a bit, fingers sliding in sweat. Ezio smells like steel and leather and smoke , a combination that Leonardo has come to associate with assassini climbing in through his back window.

“If I didn’t know any better,” Ezio says, “I would say you are taking advantage of my misfortune.”

Leonardo feels his face burn and he pulls his hands away swiftly. He is aroused, and he knows Ezio can feel it, pressed against the curve of his hip. This was a terrible idea.

“Leonardo.” Ezio turns his head so his voice is not quite so muffled. “I was joking. Don’t stop, per favore.”

Leonardo hesitates, before setting his hands back on Ezio’s shoulders. “If you’re sure.”

What he doesn’t say is that Ezio is right—he has been taking advantage. True, he is more knowledgeable of muscle groups and movement than all the street medici in Firenze, and it is a rare opportunity to study living muscles rather than dead, but it was the chance to have Ezio spread out beneath his hands that made him offer his services so readily. Ezio’s body is a work of art, muscles moving like clay beneath his fingertips, shuddering whenever he presses in just the right place.

He digs his thumbs into the muscles just below his neck and Ezio arches his back, drawing in breath sharp as a knife.

“Ah, there!” Ezio has begun to rock his hips, tiny stutters of movement, most likely involuntary. Leonardo presses harder and Ezio groans, the sound so deeply erotic he feels dizzy with it.

Leonardo lets go, lifting himself off Ezio. It is either that or give into the desire to lick up the sweat pooling in the dip of his shoulders, press his lips to the curve of his neck.

“That should, ah, stop the muscles from cramping.” He tries to keep his voice steady. The warmth of the room feels like it’s closing in on him.

For a few moments Ezio doesn’t respond, just lies there, breathing heavily. Then he rolls gingerly onto his side, propping his head up on his hand. For a moment something gleams desperate and hot in his eyes, before he turns away and picks himself up off the bed.

“Grazie, Leonardo.” His eyes are huge and dark in the candlelight, and he is back to moving with his usual graceful fluidity. He advances on Leonardo, reaching for his hands and pulling them up into the light.

“What’s wrong?” Leonardo draws in a breath as calluses catch the smooth skin of his palm.

“These hands are stronger that I would have expected.” He traces the nest of veins down one wrist, up until they disappear into his arm. “Maybe there’s something to be said for art after all.”

His touch is feather light, making Leonardo shiver. “Ezio—.”

He releases his hands after a moment. “Mi dispiace, Leonardo. I’ll leave you to your work. Buona notte, amico.”

“Buona notte,” Leonardo calls after him.

He stands beside his bed after Ezio has descended the stairs, trying to catch his breath. Going to the window, he opens the curtain and looks out into the evening. A breeze lifts his hair and sends the candle flames dancing, but the scent of sweat and blade steel remains.

Woman, if we weren't already dating, I would be demanding you date me right now thank you.

Beanpole with a beanpole...HA. That line's gonna haunt them forever, isn't it? XD

Utterly wonderful, as per usual. ♥ Thank you, m'dear~

Love you too, my dear.

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