Transcribed Drabbles: Batch 4
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were_lemurPleasures of the Plastic, Day 199
Doctor Who, Shalka!Doctor/Shalka!Master, adult, not mine. Plot? What plot?
The Doctor had put a lot of work into his new body. Especially the sensory network that substituted for a nervous system; he was perfectly able to feel the warm, wet mouth wrapped around his cock. Pressure sensors reacted to the fingers inside him, as did the small sensory node that felt like it was connected directly to the pleasure censors of his neural net.
For a moment, he considered exactly why the Doctor had been thorough when building his capacity for sexual pleasure. But then the sensation of teeth gently scraping his frenulum drove all thoughts from his mind.
A New Wrinkle, Day 200
Star Wars, Mace/Qui-Gon, all ages, not mine. Qui-Gon finds a surprise in his quarters.
"What," Qui-Gon asked, "are you doing?"
Mace looked at him steadily for a moment, as if to say that it should be obvious. And it was; Mace was ironing a set of Jedi robes.
Qui-Gon's robes, to be specific.
"Let me put it a different way," Qui-Gon said. "Why are you ironing my robes?"
"You have a meeting with the Council."
"Yes. I know." And Mace wanted him to look his best. It was, Qui-Gon had to admit, sort of cute, the way he was trying to take care of him. Except ...
"Did you have to use so much starch?"
You Can't Always Get What You Want, Day 201
Doctor Who, Fifth Doctor/Ainley!Master, teen and up, not mine. The Master knows the Doctor whats him ...
"You know you want me." The Master arched against the Doctor, overwhelmed by need. "Just tell me how. Fast, slow, rough, painful? I don't care who sticks what in where, just touch me."
The Doctor's hands clamped down on his wrists, straight-armed him against the wall, and who would have thought that being completely overmatched in strength could turn him on so fiercely?
"The spores of the tl'heilei flower have an aphrodidiac effect on Trakenite physiology. The sedative will take effect soon, I'll put you to bed, and in the morning, we can pretend that none of this ever happened."
Interference, Day 202
Pirates of the Caribbean, Norrington, teen and up, not mine. He can't just let it happen.
The pirate ship was already taking on water by the time the Dutchman surfaced. It took James Norrington only a thought to cross to the sinking ship's deck.
On the slanted deck, an officer in EITC gold towered above a much-bruised powder monkey. "Where," he asked, "was your captain planning on meeting Elizabeth Turner?"
Though he was shaking, the boy raised his soot-streaked chin. "Do your worst."
The officer lifted his sword -- but before the blow could fall, Norrington intercepted it with his own blade. The man's eyes went wide as he recognized the former Admiral.
Norrington smiled grimly. "Run."
Blindfolds, No Masks, Day 203
Doctor Who, Third Doctor/Delgado!Master, adult, not mine. He can't deny what he wants.
"We both know," the Doctor says, "what this ridiculous 'Master' business is all about." His cool fingers slide along the inside of the Master's thigh. He could do anything, now, and the Master feels his cock hardening in anticipation.
The Doctor continues: "you like to pretend to everyone else that you're in control, but you love this -- being tied up, helpless -- as much as I do."
At any other time, the Master might argue, but now the Doctor starts setting out his instruments, and his mouth goes dry.
He doesn't protest when the Doctor slips a blindfold over his eyes.
An Unexpected AngleDay 204
Avengers, Bruce/Loki UST, all ages, not mine. Bruce gets Loki'd.
Bruce stared into the glass cell that had been built for him; its current occupant gazed back calmly for a long moment before breaking his silence.
"So," Loki said. "You're the one who turns into the monster."
Bruce felt the other guy clawing at the his hindbrain, but concentrated on his breathing.
"Must make it hard on your love life."
"What?" He hadn't been expecting an attack from that direction. "I don't -- "
"I can't say I'm surprised," Loki said, eyes wide with mock-sympathy. "You mortals are so fragile. I, on the other hand -- "
This was getting too weird. Bruce fled.
Unexpected Tidings, Day 205
Avengers, Thor, Bruce, all ages, not mine. Thor has news for Bruce. CRACK!
Strange things often happened at the Avengers Mansion, but the sight of Thor walking in carrying an infant was unusual enough, even by those standards, that everyone turned to look.
He walked across the rec room to where Bruce was sitting, his feet up on an ottoman, TV remote in one hand and a bottle of Tony's favorite microbrew in the other.
"I bring you tidings," Thor said.
"That's not all you're bringing." Bruce grinned up at him "What's with the kid?"
"I wish to be the first to offer my congratulations. Your daughter shall be a maiden of Asgard."
What's in a Name? Day 206
Avengers, Thor, Loki, all ages, not mine. A one-sided conversation.
Thor slipped into Loki's room, walking quietly in case his brother was asleep. He'd barely passed the threshold, though, when Loki's eyes fluttered open. But he turned his head away.
"Brother. I know you are distressed by Father's decision to send the child to live with her other father. But I swear that I will allow no harm to come to her."
Behind the gag he saw Loki swallow, hard. He risked putting a hand on his brother's shoulder. "I have done some reading, and discovered that the name Heather is traditional for children whose parents are the same sex."
Doctor Who, Shalka!Doctor/Shalka!Master, adult, not mine. Plot? What plot?
The Doctor had put a lot of work into his new body. Especially the sensory network that substituted for a nervous system; he was perfectly able to feel the warm, wet mouth wrapped around his cock. Pressure sensors reacted to the fingers inside him, as did the small sensory node that felt like it was connected directly to the pleasure censors of his neural net.
For a moment, he considered exactly why the Doctor had been thorough when building his capacity for sexual pleasure. But then the sensation of teeth gently scraping his frenulum drove all thoughts from his mind.
A New Wrinkle, Day 200
Star Wars, Mace/Qui-Gon, all ages, not mine. Qui-Gon finds a surprise in his quarters.
"What," Qui-Gon asked, "are you doing?"
Mace looked at him steadily for a moment, as if to say that it should be obvious. And it was; Mace was ironing a set of Jedi robes.
Qui-Gon's robes, to be specific.
"Let me put it a different way," Qui-Gon said. "Why are you ironing my robes?"
"You have a meeting with the Council."
"Yes. I know." And Mace wanted him to look his best. It was, Qui-Gon had to admit, sort of cute, the way he was trying to take care of him. Except ...
"Did you have to use so much starch?"
You Can't Always Get What You Want, Day 201
Doctor Who, Fifth Doctor/Ainley!Master, teen and up, not mine. The Master knows the Doctor whats him ...
"You know you want me." The Master arched against the Doctor, overwhelmed by need. "Just tell me how. Fast, slow, rough, painful? I don't care who sticks what in where, just touch me."
The Doctor's hands clamped down on his wrists, straight-armed him against the wall, and who would have thought that being completely overmatched in strength could turn him on so fiercely?
"The spores of the tl'heilei flower have an aphrodidiac effect on Trakenite physiology. The sedative will take effect soon, I'll put you to bed, and in the morning, we can pretend that none of this ever happened."
Interference, Day 202
Pirates of the Caribbean, Norrington, teen and up, not mine. He can't just let it happen.
The pirate ship was already taking on water by the time the Dutchman surfaced. It took James Norrington only a thought to cross to the sinking ship's deck.
On the slanted deck, an officer in EITC gold towered above a much-bruised powder monkey. "Where," he asked, "was your captain planning on meeting Elizabeth Turner?"
Though he was shaking, the boy raised his soot-streaked chin. "Do your worst."
The officer lifted his sword -- but before the blow could fall, Norrington intercepted it with his own blade. The man's eyes went wide as he recognized the former Admiral.
Norrington smiled grimly. "Run."
Blindfolds, No Masks, Day 203
Doctor Who, Third Doctor/Delgado!Master, adult, not mine. He can't deny what he wants.
"We both know," the Doctor says, "what this ridiculous 'Master' business is all about." His cool fingers slide along the inside of the Master's thigh. He could do anything, now, and the Master feels his cock hardening in anticipation.
The Doctor continues: "you like to pretend to everyone else that you're in control, but you love this -- being tied up, helpless -- as much as I do."
At any other time, the Master might argue, but now the Doctor starts setting out his instruments, and his mouth goes dry.
He doesn't protest when the Doctor slips a blindfold over his eyes.
An Unexpected AngleDay 204
Avengers, Bruce/Loki UST, all ages, not mine. Bruce gets Loki'd.
Bruce stared into the glass cell that had been built for him; its current occupant gazed back calmly for a long moment before breaking his silence.
"So," Loki said. "You're the one who turns into the monster."
Bruce felt the other guy clawing at the his hindbrain, but concentrated on his breathing.
"Must make it hard on your love life."
"What?" He hadn't been expecting an attack from that direction. "I don't -- "
"I can't say I'm surprised," Loki said, eyes wide with mock-sympathy. "You mortals are so fragile. I, on the other hand -- "
This was getting too weird. Bruce fled.
Unexpected Tidings, Day 205
Avengers, Thor, Bruce, all ages, not mine. Thor has news for Bruce. CRACK!
Strange things often happened at the Avengers Mansion, but the sight of Thor walking in carrying an infant was unusual enough, even by those standards, that everyone turned to look.
He walked across the rec room to where Bruce was sitting, his feet up on an ottoman, TV remote in one hand and a bottle of Tony's favorite microbrew in the other.
"I bring you tidings," Thor said.
"That's not all you're bringing." Bruce grinned up at him "What's with the kid?"
"I wish to be the first to offer my congratulations. Your daughter shall be a maiden of Asgard."
What's in a Name? Day 206
Avengers, Thor, Loki, all ages, not mine. A one-sided conversation.
Thor slipped into Loki's room, walking quietly in case his brother was asleep. He'd barely passed the threshold, though, when Loki's eyes fluttered open. But he turned his head away.
"Brother. I know you are distressed by Father's decision to send the child to live with her other father. But I swear that I will allow no harm to come to her."
Behind the gag he saw Loki swallow, hard. He risked putting a hand on his brother's shoulder. "I have done some reading, and discovered that the name Heather is traditional for children whose parents are the same sex."
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Date: 2012-07-25 03:44 pm (UTC)I LOLed at the Loki/Bruce ones.