O Hai! Back From Cat-Sitting!
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Blocked
James Bond, teen and up, not mine. Even James Bond can't win them all.
"The name's Bond," he tells the black-haired girl; "James Bond."
She smiles back at him, and he eases onto the seat next to her at the bar. She's having a Midori sour; he buys her another one.
Everything is going according to plan until the blonde shows up. She slides her arm possessively around the other woman's waist and nuzzles the curve of her neck. The message is clear; she's taken.
There are other women at the bar, but he leaves alone. That night, in his luxurious hotel room, he tosses off to the thought of the two of them.
Out of Batteries
Firefly, Kaylee, teen and up, not mine. Kaylee loves her ship.
Kaylee frowned at the piece of machinery; without batteries it was useless, and she wouldn't steal from Serenity.
But she was so frustrated, from seeing Simon every day, knowing that he didn't even notice her ...
To distract herself, she turned to Serenity, her first, truest love. To change a filter, she leaned over a pump.
The vibrations went through her, stronger than her little toy. She slung one leg over the pump like it were a horse, and pressed her hips against it. It sent a jolt of pleasure through her, and she began to rock along with her ship.
Needs
Doctor Who, Tenth Doctor/Simm!Master, teen and up, not mine. Losing his drums has caused the Master's personality to collapse, but he still has needs.
Since the total personality disintegration that followed the loss of his drums, the Master was passive. Compliant. But he still had needs and sometimes, when the Doctor sat down on the couch, the Master curled tightly against his side and pressed his erection into his hip.
He should stand up and walk away, the Doctor knew. The Master wasn't capable of informed consent. But when the Master tucked his head against his shoulder and began to rock, the Doctor slipped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close. He held him like that until he shuddered and went limp.
James Bond, teen and up, not mine. Even James Bond can't win them all.
"The name's Bond," he tells the black-haired girl; "James Bond."
She smiles back at him, and he eases onto the seat next to her at the bar. She's having a Midori sour; he buys her another one.
Everything is going according to plan until the blonde shows up. She slides her arm possessively around the other woman's waist and nuzzles the curve of her neck. The message is clear; she's taken.
There are other women at the bar, but he leaves alone. That night, in his luxurious hotel room, he tosses off to the thought of the two of them.
Out of Batteries
Firefly, Kaylee, teen and up, not mine. Kaylee loves her ship.
Kaylee frowned at the piece of machinery; without batteries it was useless, and she wouldn't steal from Serenity.
But she was so frustrated, from seeing Simon every day, knowing that he didn't even notice her ...
To distract herself, she turned to Serenity, her first, truest love. To change a filter, she leaned over a pump.
The vibrations went through her, stronger than her little toy. She slung one leg over the pump like it were a horse, and pressed her hips against it. It sent a jolt of pleasure through her, and she began to rock along with her ship.
Needs
Doctor Who, Tenth Doctor/Simm!Master, teen and up, not mine. Losing his drums has caused the Master's personality to collapse, but he still has needs.
Since the total personality disintegration that followed the loss of his drums, the Master was passive. Compliant. But he still had needs and sometimes, when the Doctor sat down on the couch, the Master curled tightly against his side and pressed his erection into his hip.
He should stand up and walk away, the Doctor knew. The Master wasn't capable of informed consent. But when the Master tucked his head against his shoulder and began to rock, the Doctor slipped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close. He held him like that until he shuddered and went limp.