Monday - Kink
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comment_ficGood morning/day/evening fellow writers and apologies for the rather last minute post. This rather ordinary Monday we are celebrating the less than ordinary, kinks off all kinds and flavors. Go wild as long as you remember the rules:
* No more than five prompts in a row
* No more than three prompts from the same fandom
* Wait a week after air/publication date before prompting spoilers
* If someone fills a prompt of yours you can make a new one
* Have fun!
To help our hardworking codemonekys please format your prompts as such (second one for cross-overs):
Rizzoli & Isles, Maura/Jane, Dare to let go
Leverage/Burn Notice, Eliot/Michael, Slow and easy...
tag=kink
* No more than five prompts in a row
* No more than three prompts from the same fandom
* Wait a week after air/publication date before prompting spoilers
* If someone fills a prompt of yours you can make a new one
* Have fun!
To help our hardworking codemonekys please format your prompts as such (second one for cross-overs):
Rizzoli & Isles, Maura/Jane, Dare to let go
Leverage/Burn Notice, Eliot/Michael, Slow and easy...
tag=kink
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Date: 2011-01-10 05:15 pm (UTC)Filled.
Date: 2011-01-10 07:07 pm (UTC)He really likes the thigh holster.
The weight of the gun.
The way the holster smells like gun oil, sweat and the ballistic nylon it's made of.
The way the strap fastens over the artery and is always fastened just slightly tighter than necessary so that it just visibly bunches up the fabric around it.
Rodney loves licking the marks when he undresses John, feeling his lover shiver as his tounge slides over the sensitive flesh.
He loves the sound of his stubble rasping against that mark as he slowly sucks John's cock. He can tell John likes it too by the way John presses that leg closer when he's about to cum.
Rodney sometimes lets John tie his hands together with that thigh holster. He doesn't even mind that it sometimes cuts into his skin; he likes looking at the marks the next day.
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Date: 2011-01-10 05:50 pm (UTC)Bonus points if War is surprised/thrown off kilter.
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Date: 2011-01-10 05:53 pm (UTC)(might not be what you're expecting but hope you like!)
Date: 2011-01-11 12:55 am (UTC)"I refuse."
Hair pulled back, a small but sharp slap on face.
"Give up!"
Shakes head, tries to pull away.
Leash grabbed, hand on neck, pulls him back.
"Don't pull away."
"I am in control, not you."
"You think?"
He looks up and nods his head frantically.
"Then why are you on your knees?" An eyebrow is raised.
"I-I chose to!"
"Are you sure about that?"
"I am very sure."
"Suck me."
He leans forward, easily and takes cock out and slowly takes it in.
Moans of pleasure; grunts of pain and sounds of choking.
Hours later
Both bodies are wrapped each other; kissing gently.
"Who do you belong to?"
Jack looks into Daniel's eyes and smiles.
"You, always."
Daniel grins and kisses Jack. "Remember it, you always give up control in the end."
Jack laughs quietly. He might pretend to struggle to give up control, but at the end of the night, he loves to give control to Daniel and let him decide for him.
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Date: 2011-01-10 05:55 pm (UTC)Thrillseekers
Date: 2011-02-26 04:24 am (UTC)Flying used to keep Cam sane, and Jackson’s been going through the ‘Gate too long to have much claim left to sanity. They equally need the rush, the thrill. Without it, a little bit of them dies each day.
Maybe if they hadn’t already been fucking, maybe if it had all been new and exciting… but they know each other too well. And, frankly, they’re both pretty vanilla, so there aren’t really a lot of new things that they’d both be willing to try. Either of them would be capable of domination, but neither of them would be willing to be submissive, even in play. Both of them have experienced pain and humiliation, and neither wants to revisit the experience or inflict it on the other. They’re not into dress-up or role-playing, and reality might be a bitch, but fantasy won’t do.
The answer comes to them by accident, when Cam briefly, casually gropes Jackson, just for laughs, while the security cameras in Jackson’s office are on the fritz. Siler walks in not three seconds later, and Cam has to leave on account of his instantaneous erection.
It was so close. So close. Jesus save us, so damn close, and Cam is in the nearest men’s room beating off in a stall when the door opens and someone comes in, and he’s holding his breath and can hear the new arrival breathing, and it’s Jackson, he’s sure of it. So he angles himself away to conceal what he’s doing, and opens the door a crack to find Jackson on the other side, looking around desperately and pressing a hand against his crotch.
Cam steps back and jerks the door open, pointing his cock at Jackson and jerking it roughly. Jackson makes a sound like he’s having a heart attack, but then he’s crowding his way in, locking the stall door, backing Cam up against the wall, touching him. Oh, God, touching him here. Cam struggles with Jackson’s BDUs, clumsy with arousal and anticipation and the acute awareness of danger.
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