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rabidchild67, who borrowed it from the ever-delightful dmk0064...
Use one of your favorite icons, and post a ONE WORD prompt with it in the comments. I will then write you a ficlet to go with it.
I'm going to do the first five, and then any others as time permits. Because I've still got prompts from the Trope Meme to fill, and Promptfest starts on Thursday.
rabidchild67, who borrowed it from the ever-delightful dmk0064...Use one of your favorite icons, and post a ONE WORD prompt with it in the comments. I will then write you a ficlet to go with it.
I'm going to do the first five, and then any others as time permits. Because I've still got prompts from the Trope Meme to fill, and Promptfest starts on Thursday.
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Date: 2012-10-02 12:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-02 12:24 am (UTC)Peter Burke, Xquisite Bartender (WC/MM Fusion)
Date: 2012-10-02 06:46 pm (UTC)Dallas was an okay boss, he watched the levels in the bottles, but not so carefully that if Peter was a little heavy handed when pouring for the boys, he got his panties in a twist. Not that Dallas wore panties. The man was built like a god and proud of it.
When he came to Miami, lost and lonely, the last place he expected to land was a strip club featuring guys. But he needed a job and he couldn't be picky. Six months in prison for securities fraud - the only person in Adler's organization to serve time - sort of killed his future.
His wife was gone, long gone. The day he was arrested, Elizabeth took the dog and headed for the hills. His attorney shook his head when he handed him the package with the divorce papers. Moz was a good guy, he worked the system, got him a deal - six months in Club Fed - but he couldn't get him his life back.
Peter didn't know what motivated him to walk into this particular club. Maybe it was the picture of the dancers - one of them was the spitting image of one of Adler's bright young things - his "Head of Acquisitions." Caffrey was his name, and like everyone else, he had lost it all when Adler split town with billions. He wondered what happened to the kid. Adler was intent on grooming him, for more than just an office in the C-Suite.
Peter had eyes in his head, he had seen how taken Caffrey was with the boss' admin. Apparently Caffrey didn't know that the lovely Ms Moreau was Adler's through and through. He had been surprised that the Feds never went after her - too chivalrous, maybe?
But that was another life. The moment he met that dancer, he knew the guy wasn't Neal Caffrey. Too old, too badly used, too stupid.
At least he tipped well, and better yet, gave good head.
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Date: 2012-10-02 12:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-02 12:50 am (UTC)Neal Caffrey - The Art of the Hustle
Date: 2012-10-02 08:07 pm (UTC)Sometimes he wondered if the hustle was worth it. The big score never seemed to materialize, and money from one successful was immediately plowed into the next opportunity, and the one after that. There were people to pay off, tools to acquire, image to maintain. Yeah, the life of a con man wasn't easy.
And yet, there were moments when the hustle paid off. When something so incredible, so spectatular landed in his lap that it stole his breath away. Mozzie might think it was the white whale, the score of a lifetime - Adler's money or maybe the Nazi treasure.
Neal knew better. His score of a lifetime came when he least expected it, but when he needed it most. It wasn't a piece of incredibly valuable art, or a crate full of gold, or a Swiss bank account; no, it was man-shaped. Tall and broad shouldered, smart and loyal and everything that Neal had once wanted to be.
Neal rolled the dice and came up with Peter Burke.
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Date: 2012-10-02 12:53 am (UTC)(and any fandom) ;)
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Date: 2012-10-02 12:56 am (UTC)Sherlock and the Case of the Fine Ladies Undergarments
Date: 2012-10-02 08:45 pm (UTC)Wearing womens' panties turned him on.
That was the plain and simple truth. He liked the way the material felt against his dick. He had tried with silk boxers, with satin briefs, but they didn't give him the same thrill. Hell, they didn't thrill him at all.
John might say (if he knew and wasn't completely at a loss for words) that he was so intellectually jaded that the hidden and forbidden stimulus made a strange sort of sense. John wasn't stupid.
Mycroft, may the bastard rot in hell, probably knew all about this habit. But he wouldn't say anything, because Sherlock had so much juice on him that his brother would be lucky to get a post sweeping up dogshit if the Cabinet knew about his own fetish for high-end riding gear, particularly when his brother hadn't sat upon a horse in thirty years.
But Sherlock never considered his cross-dressing habit to actually be a fetish - that word had so many unpleasant connotations. It implied that he was obsessed, undisciplied, out of control. He'd been there and knew all of the symptoms. This panty-wearing thing wasn't like that at all.
He didn't have to wear the handmade silk satin pink tap pants with vintage Alençon lace, he just wanted to. They didn't bunch up like the ones from that chain store did. And what did it matter that he was wearing pale lavender briefs when he broke open the latest case - the one that saved the government and the world yet again?
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Date: 2012-10-02 01:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-02 01:32 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-10-02 01:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-02 01:08 am (UTC)(No, that's not my prompt. That's me being the sixth poster. ;-) )
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Date: 2012-10-02 01:10 am (UTC):D
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Date: 2012-10-02 01:30 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-10-02 01:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-02 01:58 am (UTC)P.S. I was debating between about 5 different icons, most of which I just wanted to post with no prompt at all.
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Date: 2012-10-02 07:03 am (UTC)Photobooth.
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Date: 2012-10-03 01:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2012-10-02 07:48 am (UTC)ETA: Oooh, didn't notice sinfulslasher posted before me... so just ignore this one... Can't wait to read the fills \o/ :D
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Date: 2012-10-03 02:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2012-10-02 11:43 pm (UTC)SOAKED
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Date: 2012-10-10 06:20 pm (UTC)(Taking a liberty throwing another prompt on here, I know, but LOOK AT IT!)
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Date: 2012-10-10 06:22 pm (UTC)