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Onsdag - Wednesday - In the West

Hello! cyphersushi here again, Hope everyone has dried off from yesterday...

Today we go specific again - we go to The West. Yes, it's time for cowboys, ranches, native americans, horses and everything between. Don't feel too limited though - you can also use it as a flavour, maybe for a planet or a costume party. And you're not limited to timeperiod either - always wanted to write a Nashville-AU for Star Trek? Now's your shot...

Most importantly - have fun!

The usual rules apply of course.

No spoilers in your prompts for at least one week after publication/air date.

If there are spoilers in your story, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one of your prompts has been answered, you can prompt again.

And, because we LOVE our code monkeys, please follow the standard format with your prompts. Such as:

Star Trek XI, Kirk/Bones, "Damnit Jim, I'm a doctor not a cowboy!"

X-men, Wolverine/Gambit, Western AU

If none of the prompts catch your interest, feel free to browse around our Lonely Prompts section and show some lovin' to our prompts without homes. There are some really awesome prompts just witing for a writer over on delicious.

Most importantly - Have fun!

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clwilson2006
Sep. 2nd, 2009 05:37 pm (UTC)
SGA, John/Ronon, Shooting tin cans from a fence.
me_ya_ri
Sep. 13th, 2009 06:23 pm (UTC)
A/N: Follows on this comment fic over here.

"Rather shoot things with my gun," Ronon complained as John set up cans on a fence.

"They didn't let you bring it along," John said, shrugging. "You'll just have to make do with these guns."

Ronon rumbled, taking the handgun from John. They took turns shooting the tin cans from the fence. It was actually kind of relaxing, despite the guns inability to properly blow things up. By the time the sun rose high enough to make it too hot, the tin cans were riddled with holes. They headed back inside, spending some time in companionable silence cleaning the guns.

"Kind of a nice oil," Ronon commented once they were done.

"I always have liked the scent of gun oil," John agreed, nodding and smiling nostalgically.

"Got a nice feel to it," Ronon said, rubbing some between his finger and thumb.

John's eyes watched the movement, sudden comprehension lighting a bonfire of lust in his eyes. Ronon grinned. They went to the bedroom, John stripping naked as quickly as he could. Ronon moved more slowly, still a little sore though he was pretty much healed up. They both smelled like gunpowder and gun oil. John seemed to enjoy it, moaning as Ronon used the gun oil to loosen him up.

"Please," John panted, tugging at Ronon.

"Yes," Ronon breathed, positioning the two of them.

He took it slow at first out of respect for his aches and pains. John was obviously not in a mood for slow and gentle. Ronon chuckled and stayed still, letting John fuck himself on his cock. John groaned and shoved back against him. They were both panting pretty quickly.

"Not going to last," Ronon panted.

"Me either!" John gasped.

Ronon grabbed John's hips, taking control and pounding into John. It only took a half dozen thrusts for John to shout and come hard. Ronon took another few thrusts before he joined John. They collapsed together on the bed. Ronon made sure that they didn't land in the wet spot. John chuckled.

"Gonna miss this when we have to go back home," John sighed, smirking at Ronon.

"The bed?" Ronon asked.

"No, getting to go off and fuck whenever we want to," John said, grinning wickedly.

"Yeah, I will miss that," Ronon chuckled, hugging John.

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