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SLASH FIC: Moving On 6/? [SGA/Foxtrot]
Title: Moving On
Author: Feygan
Fandoms: SGA/Foxtrot
Pairing: Rodney/Jason
Rated: NC-17/MA/FR21
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate Atlantis or the Foxtrot comics.
LiveJournal: http://feygan.livejournal.com
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Summary: Jason Fox makes an appearance in the Stargate universe, and Rodney gets over his unrequited feelings just as they might have become requited.
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Previous entries can be found here
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Two months of mind-blowing sex had definitely brightened Rodney's outlook on life, the universe, and everything. And he saw nothing wrong with sharing his happiness with everyone he came across, even if it did make him seem like a happy-go-lucky freak to those that didn't remember him from before.
Lying on his back, his hands clenching and unclenching in the sheets, Rodney was bound and determined to let Jason do whatever he wanted even if it killed him.
But what a way to go...
Jason was currently straddling Rodney, rocking back and forth on his cock with a blissed out expression on his face. The only sound he made was a breathy "whuff, whuff" as he clenched and unclenched his hole around Rodney's cock.
Rodney tried to be as quiet and composed but couldn't manage it, groaning and whimpering as Jason moved around him and he fought desperately to keep from taking control. This was Jason's show now and Rodney had promised to let him do whatever he wanted.
When Jason rolled his hips in a circular motion while leaning forward to bite Rodney's shoulder, Rodney couldn't help himself. "I love you!" he blurted.
Jason gave him a blinding smile and tightened so hard Rodney couldn't hold back any more.
With a growl he lunged upward, flipping them he so he was on top. Gripping Jason's shoulders, he began slamming into him desperately, trying to hit Jason's prostate even as he lost control of himself completely and snapped his hips forward and back, whimpering as his cock thrust in Jason's ass.
"Love you... love you... fuck you... love you..."
In another time and place he might have been embarrassed at his grunted out words, but right now it didn't matter at all. Right now, all there was was his cock and Jason's willing hole. All there was was Jason and Rodney, fucking with surprising passion.
He knew there would be fingernail furrows dug in his back, and he really didn't care. This moment was perfect and he never wanted it to end.
He came with a loud groan, collapsing on top of Jason with those long legs falling around him. With his face buried in the worst heat of Jason's neck, he felt Jason's fingers petting his head comfortingly and he dimly heard the other man murmuring something in a low, gentle voice.
After a long moment, Rodney got up the energy to flex his arms enough to flip himself onto his back. Jason made a disappointed sound in his throat.
Lying side-by-side on the bed, their bare flesh coated in a layer of sweat and semen, Rodney was deeply content.
Ever since he first met Jason he had been happier than ever before in his life. There had been
times when he had truly believed that he was in love, but what he had found with Jason made a lie out of every other love he had had.
"Do you know what would make
this even better?" Rodney said. "A couple of sandwiches."
Jason sat up. "Then consider this better." He grinned and leaned over the bed to bring up a plate with two sandwiches wrapped in plastic.
"If I didn't love you before, I would totally love you now," Rodney said, grabbing a sandwich. "Is this turkey?"
"Just for you," Jason said. He laughed, watching Rodney gobble down his sandwich while he was still unwrapping his own.
As he was licking the last crumbs from his lips, Rodney couldn't help thinking that his life couldn't get much better than this. Mind-blowing sex, food, and intelligent conversation.
"You're going to MX4-397 tomorrow?" Jason asked.
Rodney grunted. "Yet another world filled with spear toting Neanderthals intent on poking as many holes in me as they can manage."
Jason laughed as little. "I'm sure you can manage to deal with those natives. Just don't die."
"I'll try not to," Rodney said.
"Good. That's all I can ask."
Rodney really couldn't believe how lucky he was. Jason was so understanding about the danger he put himself in when he went on off-world missions. Jason was about as much of a workaholic as he himself was. And Jason was perfectly willing to have as much sex as they both could physically manage. A shared ten minute break from work could quickly cumulate to blow-jobs in the seldom visited supply room followed by hours more of work that only went easier for the relief of tension.
"Promise you want ever leave me," Rodney suddenly blurted out, then wanted to cringe.
Jason should have flinched away from the completely girlish sentiment, but instead he just smiled and reached out to gently touch Rodney's cheek. "I promise." And there was no doubt in his voice that he would always be there and would always want to be there.
Rodney looked at Jason for a long moment, feeling the emotion well up inside him. They may not have known each other for long, but Rodney knew this was the relationship he had been waiting his whole life for. Jason was the one.
"Let's go again," he said, reaching out to brush his fingertips against Jason's cock.
Jason looked surprised. "Already?"
Rodney nodded. "Slow this time. We'll make it last." Forever.
He knew he had set aside what few creds he had in the hairy chest department, but it was worth it. Jason was worth it.
So what if he was sometimes sensitive to his lover's needs and might actually reveal on occasion that he did in fact have feelings? Jason didn't seem to mind too much and seemed to like Rodney more for the fact that he had wants, needs, and feelings.
Rodney had been sure that he would experience some kind of regret over his decision to give up any dreams about John Sheppard, but he found that he really didn't.
Jason complimented his personality so perfectly that he could be honest about what things would have been like between him and John. And the fact was that they would have crashed and burned at a rapid pace.
In the privacy of his own mind, Rodney could readily admit that he was what was loosely termed "high-maintenance." He needed constant reassurance, almost the whole attention of whoever he was with, and someone that could occasionally rein him in, but without completely trampling all over him.
He knew Sheppard probably would have tried to give him what he needed, but it wouldn't have worked out. Because eventually John would have grown tired of dealing with his moods and the way he tended to spread himself all over the place to please everyone else and seldom had a free moment.
Eventually Sheppard would have grown to resent him and everything that made him Dr. Rodney McKay, Chief Science Officer of the Atlantis Expedition. Because there was no way a regular scientist with a regular work ethic could do half the things he had gleefully accepted as his responsibility.
John Sheppard might have tried to make things work between them, but there was no way it could have lasted. Because in the end they were two very different people driven by different wants and desires.
Rodney was glad he had found Jason when he had, because otherwise he might have continued to moon over Sheppard from afar and gotten nothing for his pains but heartbreak. Instead he had both the work he loved, and someone to share is with. Things had never been so perfect.
"I'm going to suck you now," Jason said in that way of his.
"Okay."
And it was slow and lazy and seemed to last for hours before he was allowed to come in a gradual release. And Jason swallowed every drop then slid up his body to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand and nestle close against Rodney's side.
"You are totally the best thing ever," Rodney said.
Jason have him a sleepy smile, his eyes already falling closed.
"Whatever else happens," Rodney whispered, "I'm keeping you."
And he meant it more than he had ever meant anything else in his life.
Jason smiled at him, that gentle, vaguely distant expression that always made it seem as if he was looking at things no one else saw.
* * *
A whole new galaxy. A city spread open to the stars with a gateway to the universe in its depths like the pearl in the heart of an oyster. He had never seen anything more beautiful.
"Come on, people, let's move out," he called, shouldering his pack. "It's time to meet the natives."
"The natives will probably be happier to see the supplies we brought than us," Lombard said, low-voiced.
"Considering the mortality rate of the Atlantis Expedition, I think in this instance we could be viewed as 'supplies,'" Hart whispered back.
Peter gave a look to his second-in-command and the young lieutenant. "That's not the kind of talk we need. Especially in public."
"Yes, sir," Lombard said.
Gordon Hart gave a shame-faced look. "Yes, sir."
Looking the other man over, Peter honestly couldn't remember a time he was ever that green. Hart was just a kid, all fresh-faced farm-boy looks and a wide grin. He was probably too young for this but here he has. And it was Peter's job to try and get him home alive.
Knowing they were about to leave the Daedalus and enter the dangerous new galaxy, Peter pulled on the mask of Major Peter Fox, nicknamed the Cold-Hearted Fox by his men.
He knew he hadn't seen a whole lot of action, but he had seen enough to earn himself a reputation for being able to handle the situation when he and his men were dropped in the shit.
He hadn't seen a whole lot of action, but he was known for keeping his cool and making the hard calls. And no matter what happened, he always brought his people home... even if it was just to be buried.
These men and women were counting on him to lead them just as much as he was counting on
them to follow orders and get the job done. And so he had made a promise to himself that he would work to the best of his ability no matter what kind of strangeness they came up against.
Peter was at the forefront of the disembarkation. He had always been of the belief of leading from the front.
* * *
Atlantis was nothing like he had imagined, yet at the same time exactly like he had imagined. A completely alien environment filled with people all driven to succeed in their chosen field.
He was there for over half a day before he ran into his brother.
Peter had been introduced to Dr. Elizabeth Weir and to a Lieutenant-Colonel John Sheppard before being passed on to Major Tom Lorne to be shown around the city.
Lorne had brought him and his men to the mess hall for their first meal on Atlantis when he finally came across his brother.
There he was making the hard choice between strawberry and lime Jell-o when a voice suddenly said, "Peter?" in a disbelieving tone.
He turned with a grin that almost felt real. "Jason, hey."
For a moment Jason wore an expression of complete shock, but it only lasted a heartbeat. He really couldn't hold onto any kind of surprise for any real length of time. Then Jason was hurrying forward to hug him, his arms filled with a wiry kind of strength. "Peter!"
In the embrace of his little brother for the first time in what felt like forever, Peter could almost remember what it was like when Jason was Jason.
Then the moment was ruined when Jason stepped back and Peter saw that perpetually smiling mask and knew there has nothing there. It made a cold chill go through him and he could feel his own face closing down.
"Hey," he said.
Jason looked at him for a long moment, that empty smile still on his lips, then it felt as if he closed himself off once again, slipping into the stranger that had become Peter's brother. "Hey," he said, subdued. "What are you doing there?"
"The same as you. I've been assigned to Atlantis. I'm to be third in command of the base."
"Wow."
"Very wow," Peter said. "Wow to the nth degree."
"I'm really glad for you," Jason said. "I was kind of wondering what you were dong. Now here you are."
"Here I are," Peter said. "On Atlantis. With you." Like it was a good thing.
Trying to maintain a light tone when dealing with Jason was probably going to kill him, but Peter was bound and determined to maintain it as long as possible.
He would try his damnedest to pretend that Jason was still Jason, and not some completely weird stranger that gave him the creeps. And if he managed to fool even one person, well, then he would have earned himself an Oscar.
"And who's this?"
Peter turned at the unfamiliar voice to find himself being lasered by a pair of very blue eyes. And by the expression on the brown haired man's face, he was none too pleased to see Peter. Though why there was such hate at first sight, Peter really didn't know.
"Oh, hey Rodney"' Jason said, stepping away from Peter and closer to the other man. "Are you ready for lunch?"
"Lunch? Yeah, sure," the man, Rodney, said distractedly, his eyes still focused on Peter in a hostile manner. "But first, why don't you introduce me to your new friend."
"Yeah, Jason. Who's your 'friend?'" Peter asked, kind of already getting it, but still needing the verbal confirmation.
"Er..." Jason actually blushed a little. "Rodney, I would like you to meet my older brother, Major Peter Fox. Peter, I would like you to meet Dr. Rodney McKay." He swallowed like there was a huge gob in his throat. "My boyfriend."
"Your brother!" "Your boyfriend!"
Peter and Rodney stared at each other in surprise. Neither knew what exactly they were supposed to say. But it was obvious to both that the world had taken a sudden and highly unexpected lurch to the left.
TBC...
Author: Feygan
Fandoms: SGA/Foxtrot
Pairing: Rodney/Jason
Rated: NC-17/MA/FR21
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate Atlantis or the Foxtrot comics.
LiveJournal: http://feygan.livejournal.com
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Summary: Jason Fox makes an appearance in the Stargate universe, and Rodney gets over his unrequited feelings just as they might have become requited.
.
Previous entries can be found here
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Two months of mind-blowing sex had definitely brightened Rodney's outlook on life, the universe, and everything. And he saw nothing wrong with sharing his happiness with everyone he came across, even if it did make him seem like a happy-go-lucky freak to those that didn't remember him from before.
Lying on his back, his hands clenching and unclenching in the sheets, Rodney was bound and determined to let Jason do whatever he wanted even if it killed him.
But what a way to go...
Jason was currently straddling Rodney, rocking back and forth on his cock with a blissed out expression on his face. The only sound he made was a breathy "whuff, whuff" as he clenched and unclenched his hole around Rodney's cock.
Rodney tried to be as quiet and composed but couldn't manage it, groaning and whimpering as Jason moved around him and he fought desperately to keep from taking control. This was Jason's show now and Rodney had promised to let him do whatever he wanted.
When Jason rolled his hips in a circular motion while leaning forward to bite Rodney's shoulder, Rodney couldn't help himself. "I love you!" he blurted.
Jason gave him a blinding smile and tightened so hard Rodney couldn't hold back any more.
With a growl he lunged upward, flipping them he so he was on top. Gripping Jason's shoulders, he began slamming into him desperately, trying to hit Jason's prostate even as he lost control of himself completely and snapped his hips forward and back, whimpering as his cock thrust in Jason's ass.
"Love you... love you... fuck you... love you..."
In another time and place he might have been embarrassed at his grunted out words, but right now it didn't matter at all. Right now, all there was was his cock and Jason's willing hole. All there was was Jason and Rodney, fucking with surprising passion.
He knew there would be fingernail furrows dug in his back, and he really didn't care. This moment was perfect and he never wanted it to end.
He came with a loud groan, collapsing on top of Jason with those long legs falling around him. With his face buried in the worst heat of Jason's neck, he felt Jason's fingers petting his head comfortingly and he dimly heard the other man murmuring something in a low, gentle voice.
After a long moment, Rodney got up the energy to flex his arms enough to flip himself onto his back. Jason made a disappointed sound in his throat.
Lying side-by-side on the bed, their bare flesh coated in a layer of sweat and semen, Rodney was deeply content.
Ever since he first met Jason he had been happier than ever before in his life. There had been
times when he had truly believed that he was in love, but what he had found with Jason made a lie out of every other love he had had.
"Do you know what would make
this even better?" Rodney said. "A couple of sandwiches."
Jason sat up. "Then consider this better." He grinned and leaned over the bed to bring up a plate with two sandwiches wrapped in plastic.
"If I didn't love you before, I would totally love you now," Rodney said, grabbing a sandwich. "Is this turkey?"
"Just for you," Jason said. He laughed, watching Rodney gobble down his sandwich while he was still unwrapping his own.
As he was licking the last crumbs from his lips, Rodney couldn't help thinking that his life couldn't get much better than this. Mind-blowing sex, food, and intelligent conversation.
"You're going to MX4-397 tomorrow?" Jason asked.
Rodney grunted. "Yet another world filled with spear toting Neanderthals intent on poking as many holes in me as they can manage."
Jason laughed as little. "I'm sure you can manage to deal with those natives. Just don't die."
"I'll try not to," Rodney said.
"Good. That's all I can ask."
Rodney really couldn't believe how lucky he was. Jason was so understanding about the danger he put himself in when he went on off-world missions. Jason was about as much of a workaholic as he himself was. And Jason was perfectly willing to have as much sex as they both could physically manage. A shared ten minute break from work could quickly cumulate to blow-jobs in the seldom visited supply room followed by hours more of work that only went easier for the relief of tension.
"Promise you want ever leave me," Rodney suddenly blurted out, then wanted to cringe.
Jason should have flinched away from the completely girlish sentiment, but instead he just smiled and reached out to gently touch Rodney's cheek. "I promise." And there was no doubt in his voice that he would always be there and would always want to be there.
Rodney looked at Jason for a long moment, feeling the emotion well up inside him. They may not have known each other for long, but Rodney knew this was the relationship he had been waiting his whole life for. Jason was the one.
"Let's go again," he said, reaching out to brush his fingertips against Jason's cock.
Jason looked surprised. "Already?"
Rodney nodded. "Slow this time. We'll make it last." Forever.
He knew he had set aside what few creds he had in the hairy chest department, but it was worth it. Jason was worth it.
So what if he was sometimes sensitive to his lover's needs and might actually reveal on occasion that he did in fact have feelings? Jason didn't seem to mind too much and seemed to like Rodney more for the fact that he had wants, needs, and feelings.
Rodney had been sure that he would experience some kind of regret over his decision to give up any dreams about John Sheppard, but he found that he really didn't.
Jason complimented his personality so perfectly that he could be honest about what things would have been like between him and John. And the fact was that they would have crashed and burned at a rapid pace.
In the privacy of his own mind, Rodney could readily admit that he was what was loosely termed "high-maintenance." He needed constant reassurance, almost the whole attention of whoever he was with, and someone that could occasionally rein him in, but without completely trampling all over him.
He knew Sheppard probably would have tried to give him what he needed, but it wouldn't have worked out. Because eventually John would have grown tired of dealing with his moods and the way he tended to spread himself all over the place to please everyone else and seldom had a free moment.
Eventually Sheppard would have grown to resent him and everything that made him Dr. Rodney McKay, Chief Science Officer of the Atlantis Expedition. Because there was no way a regular scientist with a regular work ethic could do half the things he had gleefully accepted as his responsibility.
John Sheppard might have tried to make things work between them, but there was no way it could have lasted. Because in the end they were two very different people driven by different wants and desires.
Rodney was glad he had found Jason when he had, because otherwise he might have continued to moon over Sheppard from afar and gotten nothing for his pains but heartbreak. Instead he had both the work he loved, and someone to share is with. Things had never been so perfect.
"I'm going to suck you now," Jason said in that way of his.
"Okay."
And it was slow and lazy and seemed to last for hours before he was allowed to come in a gradual release. And Jason swallowed every drop then slid up his body to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand and nestle close against Rodney's side.
"You are totally the best thing ever," Rodney said.
Jason have him a sleepy smile, his eyes already falling closed.
"Whatever else happens," Rodney whispered, "I'm keeping you."
And he meant it more than he had ever meant anything else in his life.
Jason smiled at him, that gentle, vaguely distant expression that always made it seem as if he was looking at things no one else saw.
* * *
A whole new galaxy. A city spread open to the stars with a gateway to the universe in its depths like the pearl in the heart of an oyster. He had never seen anything more beautiful.
"Come on, people, let's move out," he called, shouldering his pack. "It's time to meet the natives."
"The natives will probably be happier to see the supplies we brought than us," Lombard said, low-voiced.
"Considering the mortality rate of the Atlantis Expedition, I think in this instance we could be viewed as 'supplies,'" Hart whispered back.
Peter gave a look to his second-in-command and the young lieutenant. "That's not the kind of talk we need. Especially in public."
"Yes, sir," Lombard said.
Gordon Hart gave a shame-faced look. "Yes, sir."
Looking the other man over, Peter honestly couldn't remember a time he was ever that green. Hart was just a kid, all fresh-faced farm-boy looks and a wide grin. He was probably too young for this but here he has. And it was Peter's job to try and get him home alive.
Knowing they were about to leave the Daedalus and enter the dangerous new galaxy, Peter pulled on the mask of Major Peter Fox, nicknamed the Cold-Hearted Fox by his men.
He knew he hadn't seen a whole lot of action, but he had seen enough to earn himself a reputation for being able to handle the situation when he and his men were dropped in the shit.
He hadn't seen a whole lot of action, but he was known for keeping his cool and making the hard calls. And no matter what happened, he always brought his people home... even if it was just to be buried.
These men and women were counting on him to lead them just as much as he was counting on
them to follow orders and get the job done. And so he had made a promise to himself that he would work to the best of his ability no matter what kind of strangeness they came up against.
Peter was at the forefront of the disembarkation. He had always been of the belief of leading from the front.
* * *
Atlantis was nothing like he had imagined, yet at the same time exactly like he had imagined. A completely alien environment filled with people all driven to succeed in their chosen field.
He was there for over half a day before he ran into his brother.
Peter had been introduced to Dr. Elizabeth Weir and to a Lieutenant-Colonel John Sheppard before being passed on to Major Tom Lorne to be shown around the city.
Lorne had brought him and his men to the mess hall for their first meal on Atlantis when he finally came across his brother.
There he was making the hard choice between strawberry and lime Jell-o when a voice suddenly said, "Peter?" in a disbelieving tone.
He turned with a grin that almost felt real. "Jason, hey."
For a moment Jason wore an expression of complete shock, but it only lasted a heartbeat. He really couldn't hold onto any kind of surprise for any real length of time. Then Jason was hurrying forward to hug him, his arms filled with a wiry kind of strength. "Peter!"
In the embrace of his little brother for the first time in what felt like forever, Peter could almost remember what it was like when Jason was Jason.
Then the moment was ruined when Jason stepped back and Peter saw that perpetually smiling mask and knew there has nothing there. It made a cold chill go through him and he could feel his own face closing down.
"Hey," he said.
Jason looked at him for a long moment, that empty smile still on his lips, then it felt as if he closed himself off once again, slipping into the stranger that had become Peter's brother. "Hey," he said, subdued. "What are you doing there?"
"The same as you. I've been assigned to Atlantis. I'm to be third in command of the base."
"Wow."
"Very wow," Peter said. "Wow to the nth degree."
"I'm really glad for you," Jason said. "I was kind of wondering what you were dong. Now here you are."
"Here I are," Peter said. "On Atlantis. With you." Like it was a good thing.
Trying to maintain a light tone when dealing with Jason was probably going to kill him, but Peter was bound and determined to maintain it as long as possible.
He would try his damnedest to pretend that Jason was still Jason, and not some completely weird stranger that gave him the creeps. And if he managed to fool even one person, well, then he would have earned himself an Oscar.
"And who's this?"
Peter turned at the unfamiliar voice to find himself being lasered by a pair of very blue eyes. And by the expression on the brown haired man's face, he was none too pleased to see Peter. Though why there was such hate at first sight, Peter really didn't know.
"Oh, hey Rodney"' Jason said, stepping away from Peter and closer to the other man. "Are you ready for lunch?"
"Lunch? Yeah, sure," the man, Rodney, said distractedly, his eyes still focused on Peter in a hostile manner. "But first, why don't you introduce me to your new friend."
"Yeah, Jason. Who's your 'friend?'" Peter asked, kind of already getting it, but still needing the verbal confirmation.
"Er..." Jason actually blushed a little. "Rodney, I would like you to meet my older brother, Major Peter Fox. Peter, I would like you to meet Dr. Rodney McKay." He swallowed like there was a huge gob in his throat. "My boyfriend."
"Your brother!" "Your boyfriend!"
Peter and Rodney stared at each other in surprise. Neither knew what exactly they were supposed to say. But it was obvious to both that the world had taken a sudden and highly unexpected lurch to the left.
TBC...
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(Anonymous) 2008-08-17 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)Re: ?????
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(Anonymous) 2008-08-17 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)I was wondering because the reason they make fun of people is because they have loyal readers who do. And if you are one of them I thought it would be strange that you would be playing the "good guy," as I would say. No offense.
It just had me thinking.
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(Anonymous) 2008-08-18 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)Cracked is not a photoshop contest site. You either like cracked or you don't.
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(Anonymous) 2008-09-17 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)Re: ?????
I like to think that all of the commentators have been driven by their uncontrollable curiosity to go back and read the whole thing from the beginning, and no matter what they might like... they've been changed by it, if only by a little bit.
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(Anonymous) 2008-10-18 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)Have to say though. Your writing style is excellent and I don't feel the need to murder you for any of the normal things. Congrats.
allow me to plagarize myself by saying...
Yep, Moving On has been listed at Cracked.com as the NUMBER 1 implausible baffling sex scene in the history of fanfic. I think I should post an award somewhere on my desktop just for the honor it bestows upon me. But I think they totally missed some of my other shit...
Boomer/Superman
Hamburger Helper Glove/Glove of Engyhon (?)
Buffy/Blues Clues
Buffy/Pooh Bear
Percy Weasley/Jason Fox
Anyways, I totally own up to my bit of the weird, and at least I'm not out there clubbing seals or eating pig vaginas. Or how about that totally sick fuck 18 year old guy that raped a 22 month old baby? So bearing in mind that everybody has a bit of the perverse in them, I'm happy to say that I tend to keep it to myself and go about my day to day life without harming anyone else.
And if anyone happens to read my rambling literary crap pile... well, I'm not exactly shoving it into your eyeballs so you had to have been looking for your own taste of the weird.
C'est la vie.
Re: allow me to plagarize myself by saying...
It's a crazy place where Stan and Kyle from South Park are in twu luv, Cartman and his pig "did not have sexual relations," and David Krumholtz's car will break down on the campus of some university in California and he can have life rearranging sex with a stranger by the name of Charlie Eppes (totally not my bag, baby, but if it tops your happy, there you go.)
In the grand scheme of things I stay in my tiny little fanfic corner and don't rock the metaphorical boat. 'Cause the fact that Cracked took the time to photoshop such lascivious pictures... absolutely slashtastically DELICIOUS. I think I'm going to steal a few of those to post around the 'Net and maybe I'll write me some Indy/Picard/Voldemort/Care Bears/Smurfs/Venture Brothers pr0n where Dr. Girlfriend can make a cameo by giving little Dean Venture a bit of snip and tuck ala Hard Candy.
Oh, and no matter how weird you think slashfic is? Take a look at some of the shit making an appearance on real TV... man gives birth to baby on Passions, a bit of sex change happening on As the World Turns, Matt demannifying his buddy on Nip/Tuck, and John Connors possibly having future sex with a robot (like Spike did with the Buffybot!)
So until I totally decide to grow myself a pair... I'll just let my little fictional characters have the man-sex for me. And maybe it is a bit of penis envy... though I fully own up to the fact that I'm a gay man trapped in a woman's body, and that if I did have a penis... I would probably be rubbing it off on another dude.
Re: allow me to plagarize myself by saying...
(Anonymous) 2008-08-19 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)Slashfic is the drool-coated ramblings of unhinged minds, people who "don't have time" to get a minimum-wage gig at McDonald's because they're too busy thinking about how hot it would be if cartoon characters could fuck.
That said, what about paper cuts? Any injury on a cock is terrible, and paper cuts sting like nothing else.
I just don't understand you, your mind, your motivation, and aI don't want to.
Pervert.
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(Anonymous) 2009-05-05 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)At least this one isn't anatomically impossible/digustingly weird (a fox violently rapes a ferret at one point and the ferret ends up enjoying it)
Re: allow me to plagarize myself by saying...
Buffy/Blues Clues
The actual dog? bwahahaha. Oh man, are you a Rule 34 adherent?
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Buffy/Blues Clues
Buffy/Pooh Bear
Omg hahaha, do you have somewhere I can read these 3? xD
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Seriously?
(Anonymous) 2008-08-19 12:54 am (UTC)(link)Re: Seriously?
(Anonymous) 2008-08-19 02:38 am (UTC)(link)Re: Seriously?
(Anonymous) 2008-08-19 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Seriously?
I wonder what happened to you
(Anonymous) 2008-08-19 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)I hope you get over whatever makes you do this.
I just realized you're serious.
(Anonymous) 2008-08-19 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)Re: I just realized you're serious.
(Anonymous) 2008-08-20 04:46 am (UTC)(link)no subject
Thanks.
JSYK
http://community.livejournal.com/ohnotheydidnt/27384710.html
so....congradulations, I guess?
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(Anonymous) 2008-09-15 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
(Anonymous) 2008-10-06 10:10 am (UTC)(link)I thought the cracked.com article was kinda funny, but people should really stop taking that kind of thing so seriously....
Yay! it let me comment
I randomly found out about it via a slash journal I started frequenting, and when I saw Stargate AND Foxtrot mentioned... well, I just had to check it out. Anyway, it's not as much fun coming in somewhere in the middle (of a sex scene at that) but I'm looking forward to reading the fic from the beginning.
okay
Like, what.. an hour? Meh, anyway...
I was good, not fantastic, but good. Is totally a fanfic that I might've gotten really hyped about if I'd been here for the chapters coming out one by one... and the subsequently pissed off about when the chapters stopped 3 years ago xD
The idea will be stuck in my head for all eternity, like most odd but awesome half finished fics I come across.
Idea!
(Anonymous) 2009-02-27 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)A Request
(Anonymous) 2009-04-16 07:31 am (UTC)(link)no subject
(Anonymous) 2010-05-30 06:21 am (UTC)(link)Kudos to feygan for being different
great story
(Anonymous) 2011-10-20 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)