Thursday: Kink

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Welcome to Thursday. I'm still badfalcon - and thank you to cyphersushi for stepping in yesterday when I discovered on my lunchbreak that work have blocked LJ *cries*

Today we're going for a personal favourite of mine: kink.
Whether our characters are into a little bondage, a little spanking, full on S&M, maybe we have a foot fetish or indulge in pony play... today is the day for playing with the kinkier side of things

While we want to have fun we have to remember the rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts from one fandom at a time.
No spoilers in your prompt until at least one week after the original airing/publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, warn in bold and leave at least three spaces

To make it easier on our code monkies remember the following format:
fandom(s), character or pairing, prompt

Here a Few Examples:
Once Upon A Time, Regina/Emma, a few simple rules
NCIS LA/Criminal Minds, Nell/Garcia, cybersex

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Comments

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Simm!Master/10th Doctor, phone sex

[garnet-words.livejournal.com]

Set sometime between 42 and Utopia. (This is more... a lead up to phone sex.)


He'd finished repairs and was relaxing on the jump seat when Martha's mobile rang. He hadn't even realized it was there--she must've forgotten it when she went to bed. He listened to it ring a few times before picking it up and checking the display. The number was unknown. He listened to it ring a few more times, but curiosity got the better of him, and he answered.

"Hello, Martha's phone."

There was a brief pause, then, "Sorry. I think I dialed the wrong number."

"No worries," the Doctor said. He didn't recognize the man's voice, but there was something about it, something different he just couldn't place. Several seconds passed, and he didn't hear the call disconnect. "Still there?"

"Yes," the man said, sounding a little amused.

The Doctor smiled. "Why?"

"I like your voice," the man said.

"Oh?" the Doctor said, as he settled himself back onto the jump seat. "That's nice."

"I want to hear you say my name."

The already surreal nature of the situation was amped up by a jolt the Doctor would ordinarily ignore, had been ignoring for a long time. He swept his gaze around the console room, then calculated how much longer Martha would likely be asleep. "And what name would that be?" he asked.

The man hesitated. "Harry," he said, and the Doctor could swear he sounded disappointed.

"Harry," the Doctor repeated, drawing it out a little. "Good name. Though, it kind of defeats the purpose if you give me a fake one, doesn't it?"

"Yes, I know. Tragic, really," Harry said. "I suppose you can do better?"

He pondered 'John,' briefly, then shook his head. "Doctor."

"Doctor," Harry said, drawing it out in much the same way the Doctor had. "Now, that's very real. I'm jealous."

"You could always change yours," he said. "You know, Harry, you may just be the most interesting wrong number I've ever received. Well, I say most interesting. Top five, anyway. There was this one time with the Queen of Spain and a-"

"Doctor," Harry said. "Focus."

"Right, sorry," the Doctor said. "Though, you could say it's actually more your job than mine to keep my attention, and, fair warning, better than you have tried."

"I doubt that," Harry said, and strangely, in that moment, the Doctor doubted it too.

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

:-) yay! thank you for filling my prompt!

[meatball42.livejournal.com]

Oooooh, weird and creepy and also pretty believable :)