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I want to thank everyone for the birthday wishes. I especially want to thank aranya4 for the paid LJ time and dean494x for the virtual gift!! You guys rock!

And now the ficlets that were the result of the prompts you guys left me this week, aka my birthday gift to you:)

earthquakedream asked for something porny from Misha's POV (Sex Corps 'verse)


It was a matter of pride, Misha thought as he stepped onto the stage. His arms were bound behind his back, with cold steel instead of rope this time so he couldn't slip his bonds. Master Hal took him by the collar and pulled him forward to the cheers of the crowd. Misha knew he was one of Master's more popular red bands.

"Don't worry, we'll have the auction," Hal promised the crowd. "But a little show first."

Anticipation thrummed through his blood. His cock twitched between his legs, caught in the ring Master had placed on him before the stage. Misha wouldn't be allowed to come for a long time.

"Bend over, boy," Hal hissed, touching Misha at the small of his back.

When he did, bending at the waist with his legs spread wide to keep his balance, Master pulled him towards the open yoke. Misha swallowed as his neck was placed on the soft headrest, the top of the yoke coming down to lock him in. Not only would be not be able to move from this position, he could not move his head, could not see behind him for whatever Master planned.

His body burned, heat rising from his toes to his forehead. They were all watching him, those not close sure to see him on the large tele screens projected everywhere. Misha could not escape, could not hide. His cock thickened even further.

Someone kicked apart his legs wider and then his ankles were cuffed to the floor of the stage. Misha wiggled, testing his bounds. There would be no escape. He jumped as a finger teased at his opening, then withdrew to slap his ass.

"Just making sure," Master Hal said for his ears only.

Misha had prepared himself. He knew better not to, but Hal was a good Dom, always checking before a scene such at this.

And then the first cock probed at his entrance, thick and hard and just as invasive as ever no matter how many times it happened. Misha gasped at the intrusion, as he was finally filled. He couldn't push back, could do nothing but relax and tighten his inner muscles as the phallus slid in and out of him.

Warm fluid filled him as the cock withdrew. And another took its place.

Misha groaned, how could he not? He was full and bound, made to be used. Now he could give himself over to Harmony's purpose. It didn't matter how many times he was filled, whether it was with warm flesh that pulsed into him or cold inanimate objects that penetrated his yielding body.

He entered the moment, time seemed to still and he encompassed all of Harmony. He felt as if he could reach out and touch anyone. Misha rose beyond his flesh, became nothing and everything.

That's when he saw her. She'd come onto the stage, dark curls, hard angled face, a strong body encased completely in leather as black as her eyes. Misha knew his destiny lie with her and he lifted his head for her touch.

"Master Hal," she said. "Is he available to rent for the week?"

Yes, Misha thought. Yes.

***


dean494x asked for Jensen's first mission (Sex Corps)



He'd been fisted before, of course. Back at the academy, it had been one of the advanced classes. But it felt nothing like this. He'd been filled with the same pressure, the intense sensation of being split open, twisted inside and out. But there had been laughter and gentle teasing about who had the larger hand.

Here, bent over the ship's bunk, his legs spread too wide, he was at Milo's mercy. Of course, Milo thought Jensen nothing but a Meridian sex worker who'd do anything for enough money to pay off his debts. He had no idea Jensen planned on drugging him and stealing the specs from his ship's computer.

All depending, of course, on Jensen surviving this.

He gripped the scratchy bed sheets with his fingers, warning himself not to move, don't move. Fear burned like acid in his belly. Milo could really hurt him, damage him deep inside. And all Jensen had for backup were two spacers who'd pick him up at the rendezvous time and not a moment before.

He had no doubt Kane and his partner would pick up and leave if Jensen didn't show up. His breath started to speed up as he thought he might actually be stuck here, trapped on Meridian as if he were just another sex worker.

A sharp smack on his ass brought him out of the panic attack. "Thought you Meridian boys were better at this."

Jensen forced a laugh out of a raw throat. "You just have big hands, Captain."

The mission. He had to remember the mission, who he was.

He knelt, helpless before this man who could do anything to him. Jensen had no choice, but to spread his legs further, to make himself relax and take Milo's hand, take all of it until it curled into a round fist, pummeling his insides. He had no choice but to submit.

And his cock curved up towards his belly, leaking and begging for relief it would not soon get.

"Slut," Milo whispered, pushing his fist still deeper.

No, Jensen thought. Scut.

***



lemonbliss also asked for Jensen undercover, though it's probably not what she had in mind...(Sex Corps)



"You have experiences with horses, Mr. Teague?"

"Yes, sir," Jensen answered, letting his drawl come through as he spoke. "Worked on a few ranches over in the border. S'all in my resume."

Dr. Harris tapped the screen in front of him, frowning at what he saw there. Jensen tried not to fidget. For the first time he'd gotten a mission that had nothing to do with his sexual proclivities. Ferris had sought him out for his knowledge about horses of all things. Apparently the elite of the Confed were suddenly mad about horse racing. Couldn't get enough of it, to the point where they were smuggling horses in from the UP.

And when Dr. Harris put out an ad for someone to manage his stable, they'd jumped at it. Jensen knew the Corps had tried to get close to Harris for months. Harris had created the supersoldier drug, and controlled the only factory making it. But he was a confirmed bachelor, didn't even dabble with slaves. Jensen wondered if he fucked at all.

"Your resume is very impressive," Harris sat back. "I'd like to see you with the horses. See how they take to you."

Jensen nodded. "Yes, sir. Right now or?"

"Now is fine." He punched a button on his desk. "Danneel? Could you come in here, please?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Danneel will take you to the stable. She's the one who wants the damn things."

"Oh, daddy you know you love them too."

Jensen turned around at the sound of her voice. She wasn't in any of his files about Dr. Harris, he had no idea what to expect. This Danneel didn't look much older than Jensen, with copper hair tied back into a knot, her body covered by a white labcoat. When she shrugged it off, hanging it on the wall she revealed a figure a Scut would be jealous of.

"Please to meet you, ma'am," Jensen said politely. "I'm Jason. Jason Teague."

"Well Mr. Teague," she looked him up and down with a critical eye. "I hope you know more than the last few idiots my father interviewed."

Jensen grinned. "You can count on it."

She smiled, and it changed her entire face. Well, this mission might utilize his other talents after all.

***



lapillus asked for the carlings first birthday. (SPN, Carpreg Expecting verse)



Sam questioned the wisdom of a birthday cake for four cars, especially the candles around things like gas and motor oil. But Dean insisted. It wasn't every day that the carlings turned one after all. They had four cases of high quality motor oil in Bobby's yard, each with a colored ribbon on top. Dean had hustled pool for months to earn the money to purchase the presents.

And Sam couldn't say no to Dean right now, not when his brother had so little time left. The deal pressed closer every day, and Sam itched at taking the time away from his search for finding a way out.

But he would not deny Dean this.

The four carlings, now fully grown, circled around Dean in Bobby's junkyard. They looked like some strange Nascar race. Dean held the cake and led them all in a chorus of happy birthday. The carlings beeped along in tune.

Bobby and Sam leaned against the Impala, who proudly watched her children frolic with Dean. Sam wondered if she remembered giving birth to them this time last year.

And then he wondered when wondering about the thoughts of a sentient car became normal for him.

"Sam!" Dean came back with the cake, all four candles blown out though Sam hadn't seen him do it. "Hold this. I'm going to take one of the kids out for a drive."

"Won't the others get jealous?" Sam asked.

"Course not. They can wait their turn." And then Dean spun around and slid into the blue carling he'd named Bruce.

"Cake?" Sam turned to Bobby who muttered something about getting a beer and went back into the house.

Something nudged the back of Sam's knee and he nearly fell. Luckily he didn't drop the cake - it was a pie cake Dean got from a bakery nearby, Dean would never forgive him. He turned and saw one of the carlings, Janice, he thought.

"Hey," he said. "You guys aren't little anymore, you gotta be careful with that."

Janice beeped at him.

Great, where was the car whisperer when he needed him? "Um. Dean'll be back soon. He'll take you for a drive then."

The carling's driver's side door opened.

Sam blinked. "You, uh, want ME to take you out for a drive?"

She beeped again.

Sam set the cake down on Bobby's porch. He couldn't help the grin as he slid into the carling. "Let's see what this baby can do."

And they sped off.

***



Rose Red asked for what happend to Adrian after Meadows of Heaven (Sex Corps)



He didn't care if he starved to death. That's what Adrian shot at the guards as they tossed him out the main gate. He'd never give in; never let them put a collar around his neck. No matter what that bitch said, he was Adrian, Duke of Pasdar and in a perfect world he would be King of Harmony.

This, this would not defeat him. Adrian knew there were other ways into the city, secret ways that only Harmony knew. He'd return and craft his vengeance, make them all pay for casting him out.

He clenched his hands, imagining his enemies at his fingertips. Adrian would put Peter in his place, chain him to the rack and flay him with his whip. The image changed in his mind and Adrian saw himself chained, moaning with pleasure as he was struck. He stumbled, falling onto the dirt floor of the forest.

What had she done to him?

No, he would not accept this. Adrian stood and started to run. The sooner he found another way into the city, the better. He would never submit.

***



putu2sleep asked for a moment during the end of Hank's two year assignment with Ian (Sex Corps)



Hank looked down at his folded hands, fingers twisted together. Ian had left him alone after the tele call from the base. The one that demanded he report for duty in two days or else be considered AWOL. Two years had gone by quickly. Of course, he hadn't been marking the time, waiting for it to end. No, Hank had been too busy living.

And now their time was up. Hank reached up to touch the dark blue collar at his throat, the one due to fall off in two days. What had started as something unwanted had turned into something he not only desired, but craved.

Ian had done that, taken Hank into another world, teaching him about things he'd never imagined. If it had just been about the sex - the amazing, planet-shaking, passionate sex - Hank could turn his back and shake the dust from his boots. He'd go back to the UP and accept whatever shit assignment they'd give him as punishment for enjoying this one far too much.

But it hadn't been just sex for a long time.

This collar meant something, symbolized the connection between he and Ian. None of his superior officers understood that. They couldn't see beyond the highly sexualized image of master and sub.

There was one person in Harmony who understood, Hank realized, pushing himself off of the bed. He needed to talk to Jensen.

***



Thank you all for the prompts! They really got me thinking! So far, consider them sorta canon for Sex Corps 'verse, unless I change my mind and retcon myself down the line...:)