What? They've acted in OTHER things?!
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hhanonSo, you may be aware that some cast members of HH have acted in other things. Give their profession, this is understandable.
This post is for those who would like to prompt/fic about the other things the guys/girls have been in, without mixing it up with HH-related/non-crossover fic on the other posts.
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UNPROMPTED: Wednesday Evening, Female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [1/4]
Date: 2011-10-25 11:56 pm (UTC)It’s quite unfair.
Incredibly unfair.
And she slides off the bed as a result, pauses for a second to ruffle her hair in the mirror (Judith’s hair is always so perfect, playing into the hands of their capitalist overlords without a single thought) and then grandly throws the door open – sauntering down the stairs like an avenging demon off to do some truly astounding work.
And see some cock.
…But, then, that is truly astounding work!
They’re in the kitchen, where most of the casual dramas of Tim’s life seem to occur (the place might be haunted by ghosts, woo). She dangles on the bottom step for a few seconds…
And determines that they’re discussing-slash-yelling completely boring matters (with Marcus. Ew, Marcus) and immediately strides forwards again! Skipping off the step and bounding down the hall with all the speed and enthusiasm of a kangaroo on an awful lot of weed.
“-And that is why I divorced you!” Judith is finishing on a triumphant yell when she enters. Which is quite boring, really – especially since she’s been saying it for several months in exactly the same way. Like she believes that everybody else has a hearing problem (though she might be right on that, actually, it’d certainly explain why so few others recognize the serious problem of society being a load of capitalist shit that attempts to drown them every single working day) and her opinion is the very best thing on the planet.
Yeah, right, she doesn’t believe in the sheer wonderfulness of Tim’s lips. Her opinion is obviously null and void.
“And furthermore-!” And boring, very boring, has she mentioned that?
“What-?” She’ll obviously have to mention it again. Preferably at an extra loud volume what with that little bastard staring at her like she’s not supposed to be here.
“Chris…?” Extra, extra loud. To get that faintly guilty, for something that he shouldn’t feel guilty over this time and she really will have to teach Tim priorities at some point, expression off Tim’s face before it causes a horrific injury or something.
“…What are you-?” Extra, extra, extra-
“Hi!” She beams brightly instead, for there’ll be time for that later and she’s had a far better idea, and grabs Tim’s chin. Tugging his head back into a rather in depth kiss containing lips and tongue and teeth and a whole host of things designed to make certain society-aiding bitches (and bastards) combust into a seething bonfire of rage.
She rather likes the warmth.
Likes it even better in the seconds after they separate. With Judith, hah, shooting to her feet and storming to the door and Marcus, extra hah, turning an angry shade of red and darting to the stairs and Tim, almost a hah, blinking at the kitchen around him with a quite wonderfully dazed expression.
Hah.
Hah.
…She’s starting to sound like Nelson, it’s probably best to stop that. To turn innocently on her heel instead, and fix dearest dazed Tim (not her most favourite state of Tim, she’ll admit, but she can cope) with her brightest halo stained with the hopeless tears of all the corporate bastards that have dared to try and order her around, “did I do something wrong?”
She only receives a vague glare in reply.
UNPROMPTED: Wednesday Evening, Female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [2/5]
Date: 2011-10-25 11:58 pm (UTC)“Fun, though,” she comments brightly, glad that she’s always been a bit attracted to volcanoes-
…Okay, so that’s not true.
But she’s attracted to remarkably Tim shaped volcanoes? So that will have to do for now with the lava bubbling up inside him and the rock just waiting to explode loose into a stray helicopter!
“It was not fun,” Tim continues to say, very flatly for a man containing bubbling fire from the centre of the earth (is this metaphor getting weird now? She doesn’t really care, but…), “It was deeply humiliating, horribly embarrassing and entirely inappropriate!”
“You’ve already said that,” she says with an innocent smile, not backing up a step (she’s already leaning against the counter, anyhow, it’s the perfect position…)
“It was so entirely inappropriate, it was worth mentioning twice!” Even as he keeps coming, with his arms flailing like he expects to achieve flight (ooh, she’ll have to try that someday) with the sheer force of his utter, incoherent dismay at everything around him.
…It could be better, she must admit, “I’m bored now.”
Much better, “that’s nice!”
Much, much better, “extremely bored.”
Much, much, much better, “wonderful!”
Much, much, much, much, much, much, much… “B-O-R-E-D.”
“Stop spelling it-!”
…And she finishes her internal chant of ‘much’ (it’s such a nice word, not as nice as Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis but it’ll do), and takes the express decision to reach for the bottom of his shirt instead of listening to a single moment more of pointless ranting (honestly, he’ll thank her for it in the end!)
UNPROMPTED: Wednesday Evening, Female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [3/5]
Date: 2011-10-26 12:01 am (UTC)“Not imitating a mouse?” She asks innocently, reaching for his shirt again-
“Chris!” …And immediately getting her wrists grabbed, tch! Honestly, the resistance of this man to getting naked and doing entirely inappropriate things in wonderfully inappropriate places is staggering at times, “we’re in the kitchen.”
“And I haven’t seen your chest,” she says with a roll of her eyes, and a move from ancient China that sends her wrists flying loose and him staggering closer by an entirely wonderful step!
She’s good.
“…Is that what this is about?” and he’s less good, even if he does take a long second to very pointedly avoid staring at her chest (she wore a low cut top today, she’d had prior warning of the vicar coming in) and instead blink widely at a point just below her collarbone, “Chris, that is even more-“
“Being entirely inappropriate is fun,” She clucks, reaching for his shirt again (because maybe he’ll be too busy yelling at her)-
“Embarrassing,” and narrowly avoiding the recapture of her wrists, tch!
“Fun!” She’ll obviously have to go for another tactic, then…
“Embarrassing!” An absolutely brilliant tactic…
And so she pulls her own top over her head! And lets it drop carelessly to the floor! And even wiggles her breasts for good measure because that is how you do absolutely brilliant tactics that get your boyfriend (fuck buddy, dude who is good on sofas and against walls and hopefully against-or-on kitchen cabinets now that she’s played her cards absolutely right) staring with his mouth hanging helplessly open!
Hah.
“Well…?” She asks teasingly, letting her own hands skirt to the bottom of his shirt again and being terribly pleased when no grabbing or flailing or use of the word ‘entirely’ (nowhere near as good as ‘much’) occurs within at least a quarter of a minute.
“You are insatiable,” he grumbles eventually, in tones that are currently riding a camel in the Sahara (away from the bastards that run this stinking planet!), and willingly raises his arms.
UNPROMPTED: Wednesday Evening, Female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [4/5]
Date: 2011-10-26 12:05 am (UTC)“Why am I doing this?” Tim asks in a faintly desperate tone, only just resisting the urge (she can see the tremble) to cross his arms across that chest and blush and possibly run behind a curtain to cower there for several years like some virgin brought up in a terribly cliché castle that quite deserves a bit of healthy revolution.
“Because I’m wonderful,” she provides absently, deciding that she can get the pitchforks later, and steps forwards to run her tongue contemplatively across that wonderful collarbone – tasting the sweat and feeling the shudder with a joy that can’t quite be contained, “and very good on sofas and against walls.”
“…True.”
“You know it!”
And she knows about that faint quaver in his voice, that desirous shine to his eyes, that wonderful sheen to his skin that speaks of a thousand hidden desires all waiting to bubble out into the keenly waiting world-!
Pfft, hidden.
She doesn’t like hidden things, hidden things are boring, and so drops her mouth quickly instead of taking the second (entirely sensible, she will admit) option of chasing them and kicking their hidden arses. Trails down his chest until she catches a nipple and scrapes her teeth there for long, happy moments.
“Ah!”
…Before switching, and repeating, and smirking joyfully into his sweaty chest as his arms finally fly to her back and hold there like she is his goddess and she is his only goddess!
A fierce goddess only wants to be worshipped, after all…
And so she folds lower still, to reward him for his devotion, and ends up on her knees. Quite comfortable on the cold floor (by her top, but that’s hardly important and she might try and rip it to make some sort of statement) and smirking up at dearest Timmy Boy with the natural brilliance that she’s always possessed, “now your jeans.”
He considers this for a second, a long second, but he’s still trembling and so she can just about forgive him, “And my boxers?”
She smirks.
“…Right.”
UNPROMPTED: Wednesday Evening, Female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [5/5]
Date: 2011-10-26 12:08 am (UTC)And she likes reasonably attractive guys.
“What are you-?” Even if they stand over her nervously, with an expression indicating the expectation of a rather large knife lurking behind her back for some rather impromptu fun.
…Maybe one day, after they’ve negotiated-slash-argued-persuaded-with-big-brown-eyes a little bit more.
For now, however…
“Hush,” she soothes, quite happily, and leans to take his already half hard cock into her mouth. Feeling it harden so sweetly the moment it slides past her remarkably skilled lips.
Mm.
Mm.
“Chris…”
She rocks forwards on her knees, braces her hands against his legs, feels his hands grasping in her hair (ooh, she does love a good bit of hair tugging) and starts to move. Rocking further and further and taking his cock deeper and deeper with every single perfect twitch that she chooses.
She hollows her cheeks, hears him moan above her…
She twists her tongue, feels his fingers clench wonderfully hard in her hair…
She scrapes just slightly with her teeth, smirks in satisfaction as he rapidly thrusts forwards and loudly swears over her head (and is so glad that she overcame her gag reflex when she was seventeen and seeing how many lollipops she could fit in her mouth, so very glad)…
And is suddenly being pulled up, kissed so hard that her lips actually ache in the aftermath and spun so fast that she’s almost dazed. Slammed against the kitchen counter for a brief moment before she’s hitched up onto it by a Tim with a condom in his hand and a wonderfully crazed expression upon his face.
When he slams into her she actually screeches and bites down into his bare shoulder with enough force to provoke a rather heartfelt wince.
…And that’s the moment that she decides. With her hair falling into her face and Tim panting into her neck.
Tim being naked? Can only lead to absolutely awesome things.
Re: UNPROMPTED: Wednesday Evening, Female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [5/5]
Date: 2011-10-26 01:39 am (UTC)Re: UNPROMPTED: Wednesday Evening, Female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [5/5]
Date: 2011-10-28 02:25 pm (UTC)Thank you! <33
Re: UNPROMPTED: Wednesday Evening, Female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [5/5]
Date: 2011-10-27 12:06 am (UTC)Re: UNPROMPTED: Wednesday Evening, Female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [5/5]
Date: 2011-10-28 02:25 pm (UTC)