Thursday - Kink
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jaune_chat, and get ready to bust out your triple-X tags, because today's theme is Kink. Who likes a walk on the wild side? Who's just learning their own idea of fun involves some speciality equipment? And who can't wait to indulge their partner in a fantasy?
Please do not forget the rules:
No more than three prompts to a fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
If one of your prompts is filled, you may prompt again
If your prompt or fill contains spoilers, please warn for the fandom and leave a space.
Remember to be nice to the codemonkeys and format your prompts thusly!
Fandom, Character, prompt
Example
Firefly, Inara, getting into the clothing, or out of it, was her own special kind of pleasure.
Sherlock (BBC), Sherlock/Irene + John, voyeurism.
Criminal Minds/Heroes, Sylar/Reid, blindfolds.
If nothing today catches your eye, check out the lonely prompts.
tag=kink
jaune_chat, and get ready to bust out your triple-X tags, because today's theme is Kink. Who likes a walk on the wild side? Who's just learning their own idea of fun involves some speciality equipment? And who can't wait to indulge their partner in a fantasy?Please do not forget the rules:
No more than three prompts to a fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
If one of your prompts is filled, you may prompt again
If your prompt or fill contains spoilers, please warn for the fandom and leave a space.
Remember to be nice to the codemonkeys and format your prompts thusly!
Fandom, Character, prompt
Example
Firefly, Inara, getting into the clothing, or out of it, was her own special kind of pleasure.
Sherlock (BBC), Sherlock/Irene + John, voyeurism.
Criminal Minds/Heroes, Sylar/Reid, blindfolds.
If nothing today catches your eye, check out the lonely prompts.
tag=kink
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Date: 2012-03-16 07:44 am (UTC)Re: fill
Date: 2012-03-16 08:54 am (UTC)Re: fill
Date: 2012-03-16 09:01 am (UTC)glad you liked it, I was a bit worrid what with "no porn" thing :)
Sam/Gabriel - yeah, it's a strange pairing.
Re: Not a fill (sorry!)
Date: 2012-03-16 01:02 pm (UTC)Warning: NC-17
Date: 2012-03-16 01:07 pm (UTC)“Stay down Stark,” growls the god of mischief.
“You do know that if I stay down we’re not doing this right?” Tony says with a suggestively raised eyebrow.
Loki smirks in a way that ought to be illegal. “So crude,” he says mildly as he drags his nails across Tony’s chest.
Tony knows he shouldn’t enjoy the pain that causes but damn. Watching Loki straddle him, naked as the day he was born, with a look of superior condescension on his face as his long fingers trace the edges of the arc reactor is one of the sexiest things Tony has ever seen. He can feel his erection growing from that look alone and wonders how much longer Loki is going to tease him like this.
He voices this thought, earning him a pensive expression. “Not long I suppose. I know you mortals have such pitiful stamina that if I play with you for too long I’ll wear you out and there really is no fun in that.”
“You have a pretty high opinion of yourself,” Tony says as he caresses Loki’s thighs.
Loki tilts his head, that stupidly seductive smirk back in place. “I believe such an opinion is well-earned,” he says as he leans forward and nips his way from Tony’s collarbone up to his ear, his hips twisting to ensure maximum friction. “Don’t you, Mr Stark?”
Tony moans out a curse and uselessly thrusts upwards. He can hear Loki laughing against his ear, can feel the ghost of his warm breath against the sensitive outer shell. He grips the pale thighs in his hands so tightly that on anyone else he’d worry that there would be bruises the next morning. Not Loki though – Loki is a god and nothing Tony does to him will hurt for long. Tony, on the other hand, bruises and breaks all too easily; if Loki ever lost control during one of their encounters Tony would be in serious trouble. It speaks a lot to Tony’s messed up psyche that that thought does more to turn him on than scare him.
“Dammit Loki stop teasing!” Tony growls as Loki continues to focus his attention on Tony’s neck.
“Say please,” Loki murmurs against his skin.
Warning: NC-17, pt2
Date: 2012-03-16 01:08 pm (UTC)“Please,” Tony sighs, defeated.
Loki looks up and his smile is far too self-satisfied for Tony’s liking. “Good boy.”
Before Tony can say anything Loki sits back with a bottle of lube in his hand. He pours it into his palm and applies it to Tony’s aching member. Tony curses and briefly shuts his eyes. When he opens them he sees Loki coming down on him. Both Tony and Loki curse at the same time; the world pauses for a moment before Loki is moving and Tony’s hands are on his hips, vulgar words of encouragement flowing freely from his lips as he meets Loki’s thrusts with all the force he can manage. The god of mischief’s eyes are half-lidded as they dance the horizontal tango, his neck and back arching as he seeks the optimum angle. Tony thinks he looks beautiful like this and would kiss him if he weren’t preoccupied trying not to come before Loki has gotten his fill.
Eventually Tony breaks and comes hard in Loki. The god looks down at him as he rides him to completion, more composed than Tony thinks he has a right to be after what they’ve just done. “I told you mortals have no stamina.”
There’s a snide remark on Tony’s tongue that he fails to voice because Loki is touching himself and that is far more interesting than what he was about to say. Which says a lot, really, because Tony loves the sound of his own voice and there are very few things that can shut him up. This is apparently one of them.
When Loki finishes he kisses Tony, who is surprised to find that he can still taste the iron of his blood on that crafty tongue. Then the god pulls away and asks with a look that is far too innocent, “So when do you estimate that you will be ready for round two?”
Re: Not a fill (yet?)
Date: 2012-03-16 08:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-16 08:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-16 08:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-16 08:14 pm (UTC)Re: Warning: NC-17, pt2
Date: 2012-03-16 08:31 pm (UTC)No fill, but...
Date: 2012-03-16 11:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-17 01:05 am (UTC)Harvey shifted on the bed so he could nibble on Mike's ear lobe causing the younger man to moan.
"You like that?"
"Yeah," Mike breathed.
"Then I know you'll really like this," Harvey murmured in the shell of Mike's ear before he explained in great detail what he had in mind for that night's entertainment.
If Mike had been aroused before, he was painfully so now and squirmed to ease the pressure on his cock.
"So dirty talk is a turn on?" Harvey purred. He slipped an arm around Mike's waist and wrapped his hand around Mike's cock. He began to slowly stroke it.
"Christ!" Mike softly swore. "You fucking know it is!"
Harvey stopped his teasing and calmly ordered, "Show me."
Mike didn't need to be told twice. He pounced Harvey pushing him deep into the mattress for a little show and tell of his own.
Re: No fill, but...
Date: 2012-03-17 01:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-17 01:41 am (UTC)He started tentatively tracing the outline of the tattoo Steve had on his lower back with the tip of his index finger. He remembered when it had been a simple tribal tattoo that Steve loved to flaunt every chance he got.
Now, it was this massive expression of Polynesian art that he leaned down and started to trace it with the tip of his tongue. Steve claimed that it grounded him by being a physical reminder of the long history his family had in Hawaii.
"That tickles, Danny," Steve mumbled into the pillow that he had wrapped his arms around.
"Want me to stop, babe?"
"No."
Danny continued his exploration.
Steve grunted and squirmed away from his lover when Danny hit an undiscovered bruise. "You okay?"
"Yeah," Steve breathed. "I just landed wrong earlier."
"What do I keep telling you?"
"That I'm not a spring chicken and I need to stop taking so many chances," Steve said as he raised his head and turned to look at Danny.
Danny shook his head and softly sighed. "Not quite, but close."
"Are you done teasing?
Danny rolled Steve onto his back. "I haven't even begun," he growled before taking Steve's mouth in a soft, teasing kiss.
Re: No fill, but...
Date: 2012-03-17 01:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-17 08:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-17 01:39 pm (UTC)Thanks for the great prompt!
Re: Warning: NC-17, pt2
Date: 2012-03-17 01:43 pm (UTC)Big, big kudos to you ;-)
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Date: 2012-03-17 01:45 pm (UTC)Fill, Assassin's Creed, Ezio/Leonardo, Study in Pencil, Rated 15A
Date: 2012-03-17 03:03 pm (UTC)The artist from Vinci had been surprised and thrilled to hear the man knocking on his workshop door, and even more pleased that Ezio had come to him not out of necessity but desire.
"Ezio, amico, so good to see you," Leonardo had said, before Ezio cut him off with kisses and little sounds of urgent desire. Leonardo had chuckled against Ezio's eager mouth and spirited him to the small bedroom he kept above the workshop.
Ezio had wanted him so badly he had tried to just shuck his breeches down to his knees and be content to take and be taken thus. With a chuckle at the younger man's impatience, Leonardo had stopped his enthusiastic rutting, firstly by removing each of his weapons, and the belts for each; followed quickly by his armour. First the vambraces with their hidden Codex-designed weapons, then his pauldrons and heavy chest plate.
After the body-armour, Leonardo lifted off Ezio's Assassin robes, taking the time to stroke the sensitive skin of Ezio's chest, and then removed his camicia - which was so stained with blood Leonardo shuddered and simply threw it from the room, silently reminding himself not to let Ezio leave without borrowing one of his own. It took Leonardo somewhat longer to remove Ezio's greaves, mostly because the Assassin's impatience impeded his progress.
Finally, finally Ezio was nude, making Leonardo think that he really ought to paint the man, before he became so heavily scarred that he would feel unable to show his body to the world.
"You could be David," Leonardo murmured softly.
"WHO?!" Ezio sputtered in shock, misunderstanding the comment.
"From the Bible, the one who felled a giant with a slingshot; you could pose for me," Leonardo said, kissing down Ezio's shoulders and chest. Ezio gasped when Leonardo's thumbs found his nipples.
"Would I ha-have to do much?" he asked.
"Just be still while I sketch you," Leonardo replied absentmindedly, turning Ezio around, to trail kisses across the planes of his back, and down the ridge of his spine.
"Oh... Alright... But not just now, si? I want to make love now," Ezio said plaintively.
Leonardo laughed outright at this.
"Ah, but anticipation makes it even better, amor," he said, teasing.
"Not for me," Ezio growled, tackling the laughing artist to the bed, and burying his nose in Leonardo's gilded hair.
*-*-*
Ezio was asleep in Leonardo's bed.
After hours of loving, and feeling thoroughly and enjoyably exhausted, Leonardo watched the rise and fall of Ezio's chest as the Assassin slept. Leonardo's hands itched to create art.
He lay curled against Ezio, softly stroking his skin, pausing at the roughness of callouses or scabs, the smoothness of burns, the pucker of arrow-wounds now closed, and the lines of sword slashes and similar wounds. The only scar Leonardo left untouched crossed his lover's lips.
"Any one of these might have taken you from me," he whispered sadly into the unhearing Ezio's ear. "I could not bear it if you were so careless as to let them take you away."
*-*-*
Some days later, Innocento, Leonardo's youngest apprentice, was tidying up and seeking scraps of paper in the Maestro's bedroom, and came across a study in charcoal of skin and muscles. But this one was crisscrossed with lines that Innocento did not recognise from other studies of the musculature.
In Leonardo's spidery mirror-writing, the title: Scar Tissue, A Study.
*-*-*
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