Aoine: Kink
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classics_lover, but today is my last day guest hosting ;__;
Today I have saved the best 'til last, making today's theme my personal favourite: KINK. You all know what that means, right? Hardcore nudity! Let's get our characters naked in twoseomes, threesomes, or moresomes. Let's put them in corsets, gag them, chain them and whip them (into a frenzy). Go wild. All fandoms and all kinks are welcome :D
As per usual there are a few Rules we all need to abide by:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts from one fandom at a time.
If your prompt is filled you may post another prompt.
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
And just to whet your appetites, some starter prompts:
Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, inventive uses of the Weevil restraints.
Assassin's Creed, Altaïr/Malik, the one-armed Assassin loves to dominate the Grand Master.
Avengers movieverse, Loki/any, Loki has a whip.
classics_lover, but today is my last day guest hosting ;__;Today I have saved the best 'til last, making today's theme my personal favourite: KINK. You all know what that means, right? Hardcore nudity! Let's get our characters naked in twoseomes, threesomes, or moresomes. Let's put them in corsets, gag them, chain them and whip them (into a frenzy). Go wild. All fandoms and all kinks are welcome :D
As per usual there are a few Rules we all need to abide by:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts from one fandom at a time.
If your prompt is filled you may post another prompt.
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
And just to whet your appetites, some starter prompts:
Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, inventive uses of the Weevil restraints.
Assassin's Creed, Altaïr/Malik, the one-armed Assassin loves to dominate the Grand Master.
Avengers movieverse, Loki/any, Loki has a whip.
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Date: 2012-10-19 05:13 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-10-19 05:14 pm (UTC)Yep. Do with it what you will.
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Date: 2012-10-20 02:50 am (UTC)Around midnight he said: “Barton.” Didn’t raise his voice, didn’t need to.
Clint stepped up to the desk. “Yes sir?”
“Need to borrow you for a minute, sorry. I’m feeling a little stressed.”
“No problem.” And it really was no problem. He felt completely peaceful. “What do you need?”
“See over there – on that hook by the door? Go get it.”
Clint went to the hook and it was a whip. Loki’s magic is pretty fantastic, he realized, because he felt completely peaceful about this too.
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Months later, Clint was in therapy. Ordered by Fury, nudged by the team, whatever. They made him talk about things. He cooperated, mostly to reassure himself that he really wasn’t all that traumatized, but there were one or two things he just never happened to mention.
The whip was number one. He had never gotten hard during a whipping, which he supposed was something to be thankful for – at least Loki hadn’t managed to turn him into a kinky freak. He had enjoyed it, though. Right from the start, from the first light snap of leather on skin, right up to the end, when he was hitting hard enough to make Loki cry.
Do you want a few more, sir? I think you’re good for at least another dozen. Loki would cling to the doorway and gasp No I can’t, and Clint would talk him through it, steady and pitiless. He had a good eye, a deft touch. He gave such a stellar beating he could earn a god's gratitude.
He was proud of that, he was, but still those were nights he would never ever talk about. The trust. The surrender. The dark lines on pale skin.
When they finally caught Loki, after he’d simmered down and had his drink and been fitted with bizarro magic handcuffs, there was one moment where their eyes locked and Loki’s mocking half-smile disappeared.
“Thank you for your service,” Loki said. Everyone else thought it was meant to be a dig.
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Date: 2012-10-19 05:15 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: Hemlock Grove, Peter/Roman, (Mature)
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Date: 2012-10-19 05:16 pm (UTC)FILL!
Date: 2014-12-23 03:05 pm (UTC)It wasn’t supposed to be real. It was only meant to be a figment of a freaky kinky fetish written by fan crazy Fan-fiction writers. Sex pollen was not supposed to be real...
Thus, it was, and Jared and Jensen had been infected with it. Jared stands at the end of the bed, his cheeks flush and body buzzing with arousal. He watches Jensen writhing on the bed, humping the mattress as the passionate moans slipped past his pink lips. Seconds later Jensen is calls out an all-too-familiar name, and Jared nearly collapses. He rushes over to the bed, climbing on, and Jensen startles, but only for a millisecond. Their eyes meet in a heated gaze as Jensen rolls over onto his back with his hips slightly arched upward, silently begging Jared to touch him. He stares at Jared desperately, seeing heat and desire in those stunning hazel eyes, and as Jared gazes back at him, his skin starts to tingle with need and want.
“Please, touch me.” Jensen begs, needing and craving Jared’s touch. He’s so eager to feel those smooth, long fingers wrapped warm and snug around his thickness.
Jared tries to bite back a soft moan, but it slips past his lips and the sound zipped up Jensen’s spine and made him shake to his core. Jared slides his palm down Jensen’s toned stomach and lower to his groin, and he takes Jensen in hand, giving slow, firm strokes. His thumb teases the cockhead, and Jensen’s eyes flutter closed and he bares his neck, offering himself up to Jared, submitting and anticipating Jared to take whatever he will give him. Jared runs his thumb over the cockhead, through the trickle of pre-cum dripping from the tip as he promises to give Jensen the best orgasm of his life.
Jensen’s cock is soaked with pre-come and the flesh is silky smooth and warm; Jared strokes Jensen just how he does with himself, how he enjoys each tug and twist of his wrist. Jared watches as Jensen comes apart and soon he can see the pleasure peeking by the way his friend’s breath hitches roughly, hips grow desperately frantic.
“Don’t stop, Jared, please,” Jensen begs, pushing up into the caress. “I’m close, gonna come. Please...oh god, please don’t stop.”
Jared moans, almost growling with pleasure as he feels Jensen’s thickness twitch and stiffen in his stalwart grip. “Not stopping, Jensen. I promise. Gonna make you come for me, baby.”
(END)
Re: FILL!
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Date: 2012-10-19 06:26 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-10-19 06:50 pm (UTC)Sherlock (BBC), John/Sherlock, I have to search my body for the scars, thinking Did he find one last tender place to sink his teeth in? (Richard Siken)
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Date: 2012-10-19 06:51 pm (UTC)Glee, Kurt/Puck + author's choice,
She whipped him, she lashed him,
She drove him through the mire,
I wouldn't lend my pony now,
For all the lady's hire.
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Date: 2012-10-19 06:52 pm (UTC)Glee, Kurt/Blaine, Bonnie and Clyde Syndrome
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Date: 2012-10-19 06:53 pm (UTC)Glee, Kurt/Blaine,
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but whips and chains excite me
So throw me down and tie me up
And show me that you like me
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Date: 2012-10-19 06:56 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Loki/author’s choice, for your entertainment
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Date: 2012-10-19 08:03 pm (UTC)mini-fill
Date: 2012-10-20 02:12 pm (UTC)"Good day Mr Finch. Has another number come up?"
"No Mr Reese, I simply wanted to know what you were wearing."
"...Excuse me?"
"Wearing, Mr Reese, what are you wearing?"
"Right now? Nothing at all."
"Then the rest of this phone call should go quite smoothly."
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Date: 2012-10-19 08:24 pm (UTC)The Abandoned Land
Date: 2012-10-23 08:17 am (UTC)He wasn't a demon quite yet, but he wasn't really human anymore, either. More and more, his very self bled over black. More and more, he enjoyed what he did rather than simply enduring it.
There had been angels here before, he heard, looking for him. He wasn't sure he believed in angels, but if it was true then they were idiots anyway. Hell was especially unkind to anything less than unholy.
As they had found out, if they had ever really been here at all.
As if it could be true. If angels were to pull anyone out of hell, it would not be Dean Winchester, prize student of Hell's Grand Inquisitor. From the moment he had got off that rack and taken up the carving knife, he knew that he had irrevocably sealed his own damnation.
Once, that thought had filled him with helpless rage, like some snarling, gibbering, razor-toothed thing.
It didn't anymore.
If angels came for him now (they would not, could not, surely never had) he would cut off their wings himself, and he would love their screams. It was far, far too late for anything else.
Even as he watched, black smoke and black void bled through him and around him. Maybe he could have become human again, or mostly human, if he had got out when this started, but now there was no chance at all that he would get out as anything other than a demon.
"Dean," rasped a voice. "Dean, Dean, Dean."
He knew that voice. He stood still. He tilted up his head, bearing his neck in a gesture that was complete submission, here.
Alastair.
Alastair chuckled. Dean's teacher, his master, stepped up to him and rested a knife on his collarbone, the tip pricking his throat.
He did not move, he did not even twitch.
Alastair's other hand wandered over Dean's thigh. Still he did not move.
He felt hot breath at his ear, and his master whispered; "You've been a good boy. I have a present for you, later."
Teeth grazed the skin between his neck and shoulder. The knife pressed in.
Dean gasped. He wavered away, and the knife followed without pause nor mercy. It sliced smoothly, cleanly into him, and there was no moving further away. His previous movements had already pressed him right into Alastair.
"Dean-my-boy, have you ever played with an angel?"
Dean's eyes widened. "You know I haven't. Is that my present?"
"A bright whippersnapper named Castiel. He almost got to you, before. He almost took you ri-iight up and away. You should ask him why, when you play."
"Oh, I will."
"Good." Alastair's teeth, such as he had, gleamed bright as he grinned. "You'll find the answer fascinating. Trust me."
The knife pressed deeper. Dean groaned and slumped into Alastair. A hand brushed over his stomach and hips, pausing to pinch sharply here and there.
"Pretty thing. You know you're mine, don't you?"
"Yes, master. I know."
Re: The Abandoned Land
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