Tuesday: Kink
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badfalcon but with the headache I've got right now, I can't be too sure.
Continuing with me being utterly self-indulgent, we're going to have anotehr one of my favourite things today: Kink Day.
Foot fetish? Bondage? Spanking? Piercing? Tie & Tease? a full S&M 24/7 total power exchange?
Just remember: your kink is your kink, and someone else's kink is theirs!
Please remember the following:
Post no more than three prompts per fandom and no more than five prompts in a row. If someone fills a prompt, you're more than welcome to post some more prompts later in the day.
No spoilers in prompts for at least seven days after the original airdate or publication date. If you have spoilers in your fic, please warn in bold and leave at least three spaces.
Show some love to the code monkeys and format your prompts correctly. Examples below (last one is for crossovers):
Kane RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, spanked with a wooden spoon
NCIS/Criminal Minds, Abby/Garcia, Are you comfortable?
If none of the prompts left today tickle your fancy, feel free to take a peek at the Lonely Prompts
Enjoy!
"[tag=kink]"
badfalcon but with the headache I've got right now, I can't be too sure.Continuing with me being utterly self-indulgent, we're going to have anotehr one of my favourite things today: Kink Day.
Foot fetish? Bondage? Spanking? Piercing? Tie & Tease? a full S&M 24/7 total power exchange?
Just remember: your kink is your kink, and someone else's kink is theirs!
Please remember the following:
Post no more than three prompts per fandom and no more than five prompts in a row. If someone fills a prompt, you're more than welcome to post some more prompts later in the day.
No spoilers in prompts for at least seven days after the original airdate or publication date. If you have spoilers in your fic, please warn in bold and leave at least three spaces.
Show some love to the code monkeys and format your prompts correctly. Examples below (last one is for crossovers):
Kane RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, spanked with a wooden spoon
NCIS/Criminal Minds, Abby/Garcia, Are you comfortable?
If none of the prompts left today tickle your fancy, feel free to take a peek at the Lonely Prompts
Enjoy!
"[tag=kink]"
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Date: 2010-01-12 03:33 pm (UTC)NCIS, Kate/Gibbs/Tony, Tony submits to both his partners. Preferably including corporal punishment (as opposed to pleasure spanking).
Reinforced Possession
Date: 2010-02-01 11:44 pm (UTC)Kate watched on solemnly as the paddle flew down one again to pop DiNozzo with a 'THWACK'. She watched as Tony took a ragged breath and bit his lip. She knew from experience that he was trying to hold back a sob with the stinging action.
She turned her attention to Gibbs and peered closely at his form. He was still wound up, but the tension that had been taut in his went back to watching Tony. He had ceased biting into his lip and was now whimpering in small sounds that she knew was leading up to full blown sobs.
She made herself watch as the fight finally went out of Tony's body and he seemingly sunk into the bed the upper half of his body was laying on. The sobs were low and deep, but heartbreaking all the same. Kate was glad when Gibbs pulled back for the final tap and then threw the paddle on the floor.
As always, Kate was extremely glad when her cue came to do the comforting. She crawled onto the bed and draped herself over Tony's back. She rubbed gently circles around the smooth skin and let her other hand drift to the bright red skin. She brushed over it slowly and Tony gave another whimper at the slight pain.
Gibbs leaned over and kissed her lips and then went further down to kiss their boy. Tony looked up at him with tear-lidded eyes.
"I'm sorry, sir," he barely spoke above a whisper.
Gibbs sighed, "I know, Tony, and it's handled now on my part, but I better not see or hear about you flirting with anymore witnesses. You certainly better not give another one the idea that she can put her paws on you again."
Kate gritted her teeth and forced the wave of irritation back down at having watched the blond bimbo launch herself into Tony's arms and kiss the living daylights out of him. She smiled wryly at Gibbs as he exited to go start dinner.
"Mam?" Tony's voice held the hesitancy that it only ever did when addressing her when he knew he was in trouble.
Kate met his eyes and pulled herself off the bed.
"I have paperwork to do, Tony. Go to your corner, hands against the wall, ass out. I need something to remind me that you have been reminded who you belong too and I don't need to reinforce the idea," she ordered brusquely.
Tony nodded and pushed himself off the bed and made his way to the corner and placed himself exactly as he was told. Kate grabbed her pack and settled herself on their bed to get to work. After a few minutes she found herself looking back up to admire her sub.
She pushed her legs together and tried to quench the heat that always found her when Tony was presented so nicely, subdued and freshly spanked. Now was not the time, she reprimanded herself. Tony was in desperate need of consistency and Gibbs and herself were going to continue to give it to him, regardless of any circumstances or problems that came their way.
Tony was just too special to hurt.
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Date: 2010-01-12 03:39 pm (UTC)Star Trek XI, Kirk/Pike, As a result of a contract/prophecy/timetravel/otherplotdevice, Pike has known since before he met Jim that he would one day submit to him.
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Date: 2010-01-12 03:41 pm (UTC)Star Wars EU, Jaina/character of your choice, being a goddess meant having your subjects do exactly what you told them to.
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Date: 2010-01-12 04:23 pm (UTC)Filled!! Better late than never right?
Date: 2011-01-22 12:03 am (UTC)She can’t touch him, not much anyway, not truly, and he can’t separate the wanting from the blood lust, so it’s all for the best really. Except that Mitchell never really got off on just his own hand, not in a way that felt anything like real, so being ‘on the wagon’ was like fighting a war on too many sides.
It was a rather ambitious gift from a rather forward colleague, and Mitchell had smiled politely and promptly hidden it in a box under his bed, but suddenly the erotic paint set seemed something of a godsend.
“You want me to paint you?” Annie frowned at the brush in her hand. “With edible body paint?”
“Yes.” Mitchell laid himself out on the bed, sheets and comforter pushed to safety. “And I need you to talk to me while you do it.”
“Dirty talk?” She laughed awkwardly. “Mitchell, I can’t.”
“Please?” He begged, staring at her with sad eyes. “Please Annie? I’ve no one else to ask.”
In the end they dig up an old dirty mag and Annie, blushing all the while, reads aloud from the stories and paints their words across Mitchell’s skin in brilliant blues and purples and truest red. She’s barely covered his back, working across his buttocks and down one thigh while he ruts against the mattress like a teenager, when he comes apart, the word breasts half-written on the back of his knee.
“Thank you.” Mitchell says finally, gasping slightly with his voice half blown.
Annie presses a quick kiss to the space between his shoulder blades, and it feels like thunder and spring rain against his skin, and then she’s gone in the blink of an eye.
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Date: 2010-01-12 07:14 pm (UTC)Alec’s hand fists in Eliot’s hair and pulls his head back before he feasts on Eliot’s mouth with a hungry kiss. His free hand suddenly swats the chain that connects the nipple clamps and Eliot can’t help crying out. Alec speaks with his lips still against Eliot’s, “Look at you, my beautiful boy, look at you; you’re ready to come and I haven’t even touched your cock.” Alec’s voice is like honey, thick and slow and sweet.
“Please, sir,” Eliot hears himself whimper.
“You’re doing so well today.” That free hand is petting over Eliot’s shoulder and neck, a soft rhythm that brings some of the urgency out of Eliot’s balls. “But I’m not going to let you come. Not yet. You know the rules, you can only come on my cock.”
“Yes sir,” Eliot says, the response ingrained in his training.
“I got a present for you.” Alec steps away for a moment and can’t help smirking when he hears Eliot force himself into meditative breathing to calm just a bit more. He picks up the small package and grins, he knows Eliot is going to love his newest acquisition. “Hands and knees,” he barks as he turns back towards Eliot.
Eliot moves without thinking, putting his hands out in front of him and shifting his weight so that his back is straight, his ass displayed with the bright pink end of the plug showing teasingly at his entrance, and the chain of his clamps glints in the sun as it swings. He’s beautiful like this.
Alec removes the last of his clothing as silently as he can, and he’s so close he could come just from the movement of cotton on his cock, before he moves in behind Eliot. He kneels and runs a teasing touch down the length of Eliot’s spine, making him arch and preen and break out in fresh goosebumps. “Do you want to come, my beautiful boy?”
“Yes sir, please sir.”
“Do you want your present?
“Yes sir.”
Alec has no finesse as he pulls the ridiculously pink plug out of Eliot and tosses it over onto the towel, he takes only a second to appreciate that hole open and wanting and glistening with lube and spit from earlier, then he lines up and pushes in hard and fast. He’s thicker than the plug and they both feel it, both moan, both teeter too close to the edge.
Alec reaches under Eliot and clips the weight to the clamp chain and immediately sets up a quick, staccato rhythm. The mixture of being pounded and the weight swinging from his nipples has Eliot sweating and shaking and moaning and keening.
Alec grips his hips, doesn’t slow his pace, and leans in to whisper, “Come now.”
Eliot’s sound is inhuman and beautiful as he comes in pulses that paint the mat under him, his body crashing into the intensity of an orgasm that could break him apart.
Alec is finally able to relax, let himself reach his own orgasm now that his beautiful boy is taken care of.
After, he cleans Eliot off and puts a cool washcloth to his abused nipples, Eliot whimpers lightly but he’s smiling.
“Thank you for my present, sir.”
Alec kisses him gently. “I’m glad you liked it.”
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Date: 2010-01-12 04:41 pm (UTC)Power and Light - SPN Dean/Castiel NC-17
Date: 2010-08-14 05:23 pm (UTC)Castiel didn't bother to answer, just rocked Dean further back, pushing him up on his shoulders, making it almost impossible to brace, impossible to push, impossible to be anything but held open and helpless before the strength thrusting into him. He hadn't stopped the first time, when Dean had yelled out his name. Nor the second, when he'd screamed it, nor the third or fourth when Dean had gasped in utter astonishment.
Every time Castiel released in him was like being filled with light and power. Dean's human frame should be raw and sensitive and bleeding right now, but instead just rose in appreaciation again and again, cock hard, balls tight, better and better with each orgasm.
"Cas-."
The angel looked down at him, eyes luminous, nearly glowing in the dim light, as if the glory within him was beginning to shine through his vessel's skin. Dean didn't know what to say, his useless hands now clutching at the bed beneath him, pointlessly anchoring him when he was ready to launch into space again. Castiel's name went from a protest to a chant, exhorting him to not stop.
Castiel actually smiled as Dean's head went back, his body arching into the angel's as he came with him, brilliant energy searing inside Dean and on Castiel's skin.
"God, Cas," Dean managed, strength returning as Castiel thrust more shallowly, teasingly. Dean had taught him that, a way to tantalize one's partner, and a wicked grin crossed his face. Gathering up his lust-lax limbs, Dean twisted just a bit and pushed Cas back, settling himself in the angel's lap. He could see his face, read him better, kiss him finally, even as Cas firmly settled his hands on Dean's hips and kept up his leisurely pace.
"I am not He," Castiel murmured.
"Close enough for me," Dean said. Christ on a cracker, Dean felt himself going for number seven. He'd once been in a threesome that hadn't involved that many orgasms between all the participants!
"Do not blaspheme."
"That was this is?" Dean asked, eyelids fluttering as Cas deepened his thrusts, effortlessly moving him how he wanted. "Punishment for blasphemy?"
"No." Castiel paused until Dean could look him squarely in the face again. "For every time you did not speak of what you wanted. For every time you denied being a good man. For every word you spoke that meant to hurt in order to help."
Dean felt a thrill of fear joining with the pleasure building in his body. He would more than glow before this was over. He'd be glass, transparent, filled with light and power and Castiel...
"Cas, we could be here a long time," Dean whispered.
Castiel twisted slightly, thrusting himself deep, and Dean gave a muted shout as his body gave up again. He clutched hard at Castiel, watching his seed disappearing into the angel's glow, and almost laughed when his body began to get interested yet again.
"It pleases me to carry out this punishment," Castiel said solemnly, his thumb brushing along the edge of Dean's hip. Dean just leaned forward to kiss him, the light around them muting as Dean captured his lips for several long minutes. His body broke again in pleasure as they breathed the same air, and Dean laughed very softly as they broke the kiss.
"Guilty as charged."
Castiel's expression became that of a stern taskmaster as he bent to filling Dean with the power and light of Heaven's merciful wrath.
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Date: 2010-01-12 07:27 pm (UTC)X-Men, Pyro/Iceman, making out while Rouge(or someone else) is sleeping right next to them
Date: 2010-03-30 04:08 am (UTC)John smirked, "Guess she didn't like my choice."
"Shhh," Bobby hushed as he gently pushed her head away so that it fell against the armrest of the couch, her body now leaning away from him. He turned towards John. "You knew Memento would make her fall asleep. You hate this movie anyway."
John's smirk only grew. "I wasn't planing on watching it." He leaned over and lightly began to kiss Bobby's lips.
Bobby tensed and pulled away. "She's right there!" He hissed.
"She's asleep." John retorted. He leaned in and went back to his kissing.
This time, Bobby didn't stop him. Moaning softly, he opened his mouth up to John, slowly twirling his tongue along the other boy's. It seemed like no time before he was gasping for breath and pressing needfully against John's body.
John pulled his mouth away slightly and chuckled. "Damn, you've never gotten this loud making out before. I think having someone else around is turning you on."
Bobby groaned and pulled John back into the kiss. He ran the tip of his tongue along the roof of John's mouth and swallowed the moan that followed.
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Date: 2010-01-12 07:30 pm (UTC)Human Stupidity and the Passion Inducing Quality of Fangs [Blade Trinity, Hannibal King, Biting]
Date: 2010-02-13 10:32 pm (UTC)Not that he wonders for long. He’s the vampire version of a cabana boy now and that means that he’s almost always too busy acting as a vampiric chew toy to care about his past.
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