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I woke up to a completed three-way awaiting me in my inbox this morning. Pretty good way to start the day, if I do say so myself.

I got a random comment to my Spangel CD Mix this weekend

The art of the cut tag. And by art I of course mean the fake-out. Where was I? Oh. CD Mix. Am I the only one that forgets older posts? Of my own? Like... it surprises me that anyone would read... my LAST post, let alone one from November of 2004. Sometimes I forget there are other people out there clicking - sometimes I think about the friends lock, and then I think: for what? Don't want people to know my stoopid boolsheet? And then I shrug. And then I forget to zip my pants or something.

OH! Yes. I remember now. CD MIX. So, I reread my thoughts on the Spangel relationship and saw some notes I had made for potential fic, back when I was trying to write loads of it. You can thank me later for stopping, I'm nothing if not kind. So fuck off. Wait! I CANNOT HOLD A THOUGHT.

Led Zepplin, Kashmir. Number one: this song screams sex to me. Number two: I like to think of the boys taking apart an opium den and tripping. Just me? I would read that fic. Has this been written? Where Angelus is dragging William off to "train" and they follow some uppity British man down a seedy alleyway, thinking how perfect it is that they'll be concealed because NOW Angelus can take his time and really show William the art of the kill, but the man sneaks into a narrow door and it's an opium den with bodies writhing and tripping and doing all sorts of things, and the boys look at each other and smile then get their game faces on, but William starts having a bad trip after biting one woman and Angelus has to help him out of his haze, and William stumbles into a pile of clothing and gets "attacked" by some Victorian-era boots and maybe stepped on while scrambling to get away from the Evil!Boots that he sees as monsters, and he freaks out and sees a wave of Oxfords coming to suffocate him and THAT'S why he has a nightmare in S7 about "drowning in footwear?"

Has that fic been written?

Billy Joel, My Life. I like to think of a new sitcom with Angel and Spike. A take on "Bosom Budies" but they have to pretend to be HUMANS and not girls to get low rent. This could have been one of those moments we DON'T see in S5 of Angel where they had to go undercover to stop a yadda yadda demon/ritual/plot/Wal-Mart opening on unhallowed ground THING, but they have to go undercover.

And maybe they do a Blade thing where they put on SPF ABillionty because Madge and Mertle took a shining to them and invited them to the apartment pool party and they can't NOT go, right? Haha! And then hilarity ensues because they're wearing scarves! At a pool party! And big floppy hats! And then Spike takes his hat off and he's got a TINIER hat underneath! Oh, Spike! Except, he's undercover, so his name is Bill. And the audience gets the joke because BILL! That's not an evil!vampire!chipped!good!ensouled!killeragain!died!broughtback!nowagoodguy name! Ha ha, Bill. And Angel is now Rico, because that's a a tough guy name, and he can't help but look like a tough guy, and Madge has a crush on him, you see, so she's trying to get Rico (Angel) to come out to the pool and swim, and Angel (Rico) is trying to explain that he doesn't... tan well and oh, man.

And then there can be a funny scene where they are hiding from the girls by running back and forth in a hallway, opening doors with silly music playing, and then FINALLY they all come out of different doors and are OMG! Standing right in front of each other! And Spike (Bill) says something rude and Rico (Angel) hits the back of his head causing Bill (Spike) to vamp out and the girls scream and the audience cracks up because OMG! Oh, and because the "Applause" light is flashing and there are armed guards because this is FOX, people, and...


So. Ahem. What's on YOUR mind today?

And I still really REALLY want to have a surprise scene appear on my TV one day of Faith and Connor training while she's at the Hyperion. Just... five minutes of them snarking at each other, Faith showing Connor her moves, and then grabbing him by the shirt, pressing him against the hall wall and grinding her crotch into his groin and biting his lip and telling him he tastes like his old man and Connor can't help that he's aroused because it's freakin' FAITH, and Cordy could have busted in on them and said, "I know" and then showed Faith her belly and watch Faith freak out.


Maybe Cordy DOESN'T interrupt and Faith starts rubbing her hand lower down Connor's chest and her mouth moves to his ear and she whispers to him in a husky voice that she wants to know what other moves he has, then she grips his erection and lightly rubs her thumb over it, feeling the hardness through his jeans, pulling back a little with a smirk because she didn't know it would be so BIG, and his face is clouded over with lust because he's only been with Cordy the once, and it was chaste and sweet and frickin' MISSIONARY, and he picked up a habit of peering into houses at night on patrol and watching couples make love (usually random people fucking, but he's sweet in his heart when it comes to this stuff) and he's fucking WANTING her and she smirks because she can tell how innocent he is and Faith likes the idea of "training" Angel's boy in the ugly parts that still exist in her soul, and she attacks his mouth again and uses both hands to fumble with his belt and zipper and shove his pants down just enough so she can get her hands in there - it takes two, holy fuck - and Connor is starting to wobble on his legs like a colt because - jesus - and he doesn't know if he can touch her, so his hands are hovering over her shoulders and his breath is coming in hitches and he decides to just ask:

"F-faith - can I-?"

And she pulls back and licks a little trail down the inside of his wrist, turns back with a sultry smile and traces his lower lip with her tongue, then takes one of his hands and brings it to her chest, then presses against him, trapping his hand for a moment and whispers, "does that answer your question?" And he moans in the back of his throat and it turns into a little whine because now his thumb is rubbing small circles over her nipple and he's getting a response, and Faith starts kissing a trail down his neck to his collar bone, hands bunching up his shirt as she makes her way down, and his hands are filling with her dark hair and pulling the long strands through his fingers, but he doesn't know if he wants her to do that because he's never had it, and all he knows is it feels good to be inside a woman, so he reaches down and grabs a doorknob and opens it and pulls her to him, duck-walking backwards into what he thinks is an empty room, and they collapse on a bed, Faith riding him for a moment, then sitting up and pulls her shirt off and falls forward, framing him with her hair and attacks his neck again and they hear a cough.

And Gunn has come out of the bathroom in a towel, toothbrush in his hand.

Did anyone write that fic? (And I know three of you want that to turn into a Gunn/Connor/Faith sammich.)

and so I continue it here.

Oh, yeah and here as well.

okay! Gonna take a shower... exercise... NOT think about Connor and Faith because that would be wrong. I think.


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Sep. 20th, 2005 07:26 am (UTC)
So, there I was on the verge of dozing off and then I read this! Bad Stoney. :::smooches you:::
Sep. 20th, 2005 07:29 am (UTC)
*stares at your icon for EVER*

HELLO, My Sanguelina! Ay, Babies, I lahv you! I have no talked weeth you in the ages. I skimmed my flist this morning and saw Meeter Sangue is back and you had a day off! Ahhhhh.

*hugs you and feeds you lots of wine, then cuddles*
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Sep. 20th, 2005 07:54 am (UTC)
Continue with Gunn? but then that would interfere with my Faith/Robin Wood love. OR.

Gunn doesn't like the idea of a threesome with Connor because... Gunn (in my mind) ...is straight. But he is seriously turned on by Faith, so he stands back in the shadows - Connor hasn't noticed because he's only thinking about the beautiful dark girl touching him, but Faith knows he's looking, and she wiggles down COnnor's thighs and licks a trail down his belly, then grips Connor at the base of his cock and looks sideways, seemingly to flip her hair over her shoulder, but really to make eye contact with Gunn as her tongue reaches out to swirl around the tip, then lick her lips and loosely slide them down to the base, her fingers circling and following her mouth, and she giggles a bittle because Connor is shuddering at the sensation and his hands are patting her head awkwardly, and Faith moves back up to the tip, her teeth lightly dragging across the sensitive skin, and Gunn lets one hand fall down and stroke himself, causing Faith to moan around Connor's cock, and-

So, something like that is what I imagine.

*pops a grape in my mouth*
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Sep. 20th, 2005 11:06 am (UTC)
*cough* did you see the bit below here?

And GUH to your icon. DECEMBER. Mmmm. Heath/Jake.
Sep. 20th, 2005 07:55 am (UTC)

more plz?

and faith/connor/gunn sandwich? *guh*

Sep. 20th, 2005 08:06 am (UTC)
*points to reply right above your comment*

So Faith is moaning with Connor's cock in her mouth, and Gunn is standing back in the shadows watching, and has now let the towel drop, fuck it, right? And takes himself in one hand, holding his balls back in one, stroking himself with the other, biting his full lip, and Faith mutters, "Fucking hell," and licks down the side of Connor's cock, eyes closed for a minute, then turns her head a bit to rub his cock against the inside of her cheek while her tongue flicks the divot at the head and sees Gunn lick his thumb and forefinger and stroke himself, as if he's imagining Faith sucking him.

Connor is moaning and stroking her hair, his legs moving slightly as pressure builds up and he's unsure of what to do, but it feels so good, and he doesn't know what to expect, and he KNOWS he needs some kind of release so he sits up quickly, flips Faith over on her back and starts tugging her pants off, his tongue is out a little, licking his lower lip, eyes unfocused a little, he just knows he needs to get inside her NOW. And Faith makes a quiet crack like, "easy there, Junior," but he leans over and nips at her lip and strokes himself a bit then poises himself at her opening and drives in hard with one thrust, an arm snaking under her neck to hold her still, the other hand now propping up his weight over her.

So basically Gunn has a perfect view of Faith getting fucked. And he starts stroking himself faster, hips rocking forward a bit to drive his cock into his tight fist with a it more... finesse. And Faith has her eyes closed, and she laughing and biting her lip and moaning and Connor rears back and holds her hips up in the air and starts pounding into her, head thrown back, eyes closed, and Gunn is struggling to keep his eyes open, and he looks into Faith's face for a second and she is looking right at him in the shadows, licks her lip and mouths, "you're next."

And Gunn can't hold back and he bites back a groan as he jerks unevenly into his fist and ejaculates.

Something like that. I really want to read that fic.
Sep. 20th, 2005 12:47 pm (UTC)
YES, I DO TOO! (actually this is beadtific, I'm too lazy to sign out of Jeff's LJ.

Sep. 20th, 2005 05:44 pm (UTC)
HI BEAD!!! (if you click the More Options button below the reply boxes, you can then click on "other" up by the user name to log in as you - just the reply, not logging you back in to your LJ, unless you select that option.)

*cough* That's what I do with my various journals. :-D (OMG - friending back the husband because HAHAHAHA!!!! Squeee.)
Sep. 20th, 2005 06:05 pm (UTC)

so good.
Sep. 20th, 2005 07:34 pm (UTC)
So I really need someone to write that for me.

Or better yet, option that as a movie on HBO, kthx.

Sep. 21st, 2005 09:40 am (UTC)
Oh the pretty,Thank you.
Sep. 20th, 2005 08:01 am (UTC)
Fic Idea #1: I swear I've read that. I know I have. Except for the boot attack. I vaguely recall deep brown text on aged paper color background. *wanders off to old bookmarks*

*shields eyes from the Gunn/Faith/Conner, but I love them all but not naked*

How the *beep* are you?!? I was tell Winter how much I miss you, you cracked out celeb you.
Sep. 20th, 2005 08:08 am (UTC)
Ah, my fahking beetch, I lahv you, too.

Um... you might want to skim any comments here, because I am TOTALLY continuing that Faith/Connor/Gunn fic in the comments because I am all about the porn this morning. The fahk?

VINNIE!!!! I love you. I mees you. I'm going to try and get up to Sue's when you get there in December because HELLO. Triumvirate! (school, work, you? All good??) *I'd love you. I love you SO HARD* [/jame gumbs]

*gets tanning equipment ready for visit in December*
*orders specialty moths*
Sep. 20th, 2005 08:20 am (UTC)
School? Is kicking my ass. All work and no play, y'know? And apparently, though I love music, can't live without music in a 'rock my headphones every day' kind of way, I have no APPRECIATION of it. Because my Music Appreciation class? Is apparently taught in German, or at least that's how it sounds to me. *has discovered she may be tone deaf* Syncopation is beyond me. And for some reason I went from a part-time job and no school, to full time school and full time work. Mah brane; it doth explode often.

Eeeeeeee!! December Triumvirateness! Yes! I would LOVE that! Be there or be square.
*needs no tan, her daddy's genes took care of that*
Sep. 20th, 2005 08:42 am (UTC)
Your daddy's genes taught you how to tan hides? DId he also teach you how to make a woman suit for exclusive yacht parties in the Mediterranian? So hard was your clue.

*kicks life for you*
*in the NUTS*

Oh, man, I took a "required" music class in college (the fuck? I had a Biology degree!) and I knew more than the teacher. He didn't even know that "Bolero" was written for the King's wife as an homage to their secret fucking. HELLO! That's a man that knows a little something about foreplay.

Whatcha listening to? Sick of Golddigger yet? I don't listen to the radio, so I'm not burned out on the Kanye. Plus, I've been kickin' it old school with the Doug E. Fresh, let me clear my throat. *cough*

Have I mentioned the love for you? because she is great. I'm sooo proud of you for going back to school. I told Sue to fax me her math and science homework so she'll get As. And now I extend the offer to you. Ha!
Sep. 20th, 2005 12:22 pm (UTC)
I have definitely read a fic where Angelus and William end up in an opium den. I just can't remember where. No boots were involved, but there might have been a mention of Oscar Wilde. Does the title "Absinthe" ring any bells? Or was that a different fic?
Sep. 20th, 2005 06:01 pm (UTC)
I think the Absinthe one may be different, but the Oscar Wilde is clanging some bells in my head with the opium den fic. And I obviously need to go through my bookmarks more often, all my links are dead :(
Sep. 20th, 2005 08:15 am (UTC)
You tease me with Faith/Connor/Gunn before noon. Woman I have a serious Faith/Connor problem. How could you? I will be thinking about that for the rest of the day, I think those two together *dies*. One of mt favorite Angel moments is when Faith says to Connor "Break me off a switch son there's gonna be a whippin'." Now I am distracted. Look what you did. Bad stoney. I will beg and grovel to get you to write some Faith?Conner if I have to, I am not above it, not even a little.
Sep. 20th, 2005 08:43 am (UTC)
It is too much pretty. *wants*

*points you to the comments above where the fic idea continued...*

HI!! How you doon?
Sep. 20th, 2005 08:17 am (UTC)
I don't have time to read this because I'm at work, but I just have to say that I LOVE your LJ cut tags! (Even if I know there will be no babboon sex.)
Sep. 20th, 2005 08:46 am (UTC)
OMG! There is TOO baboon sex, the hell? ARE YOU CALLING ME A LIAR??

*fucks chimps to prove to you I am SUBVERSIVE*
*doesn't really*
*not even a little bit*
*waxes Mr. Stoney's back just in case*
*and he's smooth as a baby*
*doesn't think about fucking babies*
*OMG - totally fucks babies*

HAHAHAHA! Oh, man, there should be NO QUESTION as to why I don't post a lot. I AM A BROKEN HUMAN.
Sep. 20th, 2005 09:48 am (UTC)
But we loves your brokenness!!!
And Stoney humor was just what I needed today since I can't have the Spike/Xander porn at work. Or the Spike/Willow porn. Or the Spike/Angel porn... Hey, I have a laptop not connected to the work internets, and some time left in my lunch hour...
Today I logged on to www.jamesmarsters.com and there are two links to web sites with fan photos and neither of them is mine even though Steve said he was going to link to mine, because he couldn't get my link to work even though it works just fine, see: http://www.dreamflyte.com/gallery/marsters
I was soooooo excited that pictures **I** took were going to be on the official site and now they aren't and so I want to go home and read porn. Or read about Stoney's twisted baboon sex.

OK, I'll be done feeling sorry for myself now and go read the porn on my laptop.
Sep. 20th, 2005 09:37 am (UTC)
°That confusing out of the blue comment to your Spangel CD post, that would be my fault. I had 'Spangel CD' listed as my music in a post and someone asked me what it was so I gently shoved them your way. See, it is my duty to spread the Spangel love in every way possible. *nods*

Incidentally it got me looking at your other music projects. Girl, you were a busy bee last year, weren't you? Any chance any of them will find their zip-locked way over to yousendit/megaupload/filefactory? *coughSpandercough* Just wondering....

And that first Angel/Spike scenario? Should so be written. Like really. *curses loads of unfinished stories* Someone? Anyone? Please? *whimpers*

And you made me read het! *slaps you, but in a nice way* Yeah, too bad no one wrote that one. *leers*

Sep. 20th, 2005 11:04 am (UTC)
Wait... don't YOU have het sex? :-) *pokes you*

Oh, I don't mind people popping in - never have, never will. I just meant that I forget I have old entries, and am shocked sometimes that people read the old stuff, that's all.

Out of my sight, out of my mind. That last bit could be interpreted in many ways...
Sep. 20th, 2005 11:17 am (UTC)
Well, yes. I also have many disgusting bodily functions. Don't mean I like to read about them. *g*

Nah, it was good. I hardly ever read het anymore so when I do and get hot instead of bored it must be good. *pokes you to write more*

Didn't think you minded, just thought I'd ease your mind in case you thought you had a stalker. I mean, beside the usual lot. *waves from the bush outside your window*
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Sep. 20th, 2005 04:04 pm (UTC)
I should put those up... I'll flock it, though, so the folks on my flist who want it can be sure to
get it...

I want the opium fic, too. But I REALLY want Faith/Connor fic. Mmmm. I'm in a porny mood.


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Are You Actually

Reading this? I'm just curious. Because that's really detail-oriented of you. Feel free to stop reading. But you can see that there's more here, so are you going to keep reading? Really? That's pretty dedicated. I'm impressed. No, really. I'm not being sarcastic, why do you get like that? See, this is the problem I have with your mother - yes. YES. I'm going there. It's time we put all of our cards on the table.

I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.

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