Tuesday's Theme: Toys

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Today's Theme is: TOYS

Who doesn't love toys? From something simple like a pair of clothespins or a shoelace used as a makeshift cock ring to sleek silicone butt plugs and glass dildos to complicated fucking machines and everything in between, bring out your toy prompts!

Please be kind to the code monkeys and remember the posting format: Your Fandom or Crossover, Your Pairing, "Your prompt". One prompt per comment.

Examples:

SGA, John/Rodney, "I built it; it can go all night if I want it to"

Lotrips, Viggo/Bean, "you want to fuck me with what?"


Yes, more than one writer can write to a prompt and yes, you may write something for your own prompt, if you like.

And remember, if nothing here grabs your fancy, you can always head over to the Lonely Prompt List and give a lonely prompt a home.

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SGA, John/Rodney, "I built it; it can go all night if I want it to"

[jayfray18.livejournal.com]

Never written anything before, so hope you like.



"Rodeny" John moaned into the pillow, "Stop, please, it's too much."

"I built it; it can go all night if I want it to" Rodney replies.

"But it won't, will it" John states, lifting his head to look over his shoulder at his partner, his really annoying smug partner.


"But you said.."

"I know what I said Rodney, but you can turn it off now, It's 4am, we're not on Atlantis now. I'm sorry I doubted that you wouldn't be able to build an energiser bunny from parts in or hotel room now TURN IT OFF!"

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Lotrips, Viggo/Bean, "you want to fuck me with what?"

[naficeh.livejournal.com]

CW RPS, Jared/Jensen, something at vibrates

[bertee.livejournal.com]

Vibrations shook their way up Jensen's spine and he arched up, hips trying to rock in time to a rhythm that didn't exist. His arms, his thighs, his fingers and his words all trembled under the stimulation as he cried out what he hoped were shouts of encouragement and enjoyment.

The movement beneath him stopped and he gasped for breath, breaking off in a groan as Jared thrust home between his spread legs with a gasp of his own.

In the brief respite from the dominating vibrations, he felt new awareness trickle in of the sweat cooling on his chest, the large, warm hands gripping his hips, and the ache in his fingers from clinging onto the molded plastic.

Body loose and relaxed, he did his best to meet Jared's strokes, rewarding both of them with deeper penetration and bringing them both back to the familiar rhythm of just them.

However, before either of them could regain complete control of the situation or their faculties, the dryer Jensen lay on top of sprang back to life and he surrendered again to the pulse of sensation as vibrations overwhelmed his body.

Laundry had never been this much fun.

[naficeh.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, wearing (insert toy of authors choice) during a hunt

[alldunn.livejournal.com]

This was the stupidest idea Dean had ever had and Sam was even more of an idiot for going along with it. If the spirit that he was fighting did not kill him first the teasing of his oversensitive skin would. Swinging the shotgun around to fire once more, Sam felt the knot settled over his ass shit and press. Weak kneed from need he almost did not see the ghost rematerialize to his left. Shifting, anticipating the pleasure the ropes would bring from the movement Sam watched Suzy Higgins finally go up in flames. Falling to his knees in relief, Sam felt the stretch of the rope. The diamonds little pinpoints of pleasure across his back.

"Well, that went better than I expected." Sam lifted his head to see Dean stadning over him. Little pleased with himself smirk evident. "We got some time to kill while the fire burns down. Time to get up, Sammy." Deans fingers dug through layers of cloth to find the rope and lifted Sam that way, knots on the front now pulled tight.

Sam followed and stood quietly while Dean looped extra rope over the convenient tree limb that looked more than sturdy enough. He stood silent as Dean pulled Sam's arms behind him and with loops and knots bound his arms together. He stood patiently as Dean wove the rope around him, using the rope already criss-crossing his body and lifted him.

Dean worked until Sam was bare from the waist down and his knees were held up to his chest. Open and vulnerable, Sam could only beg and moan as Dean played to his hearts content. Toys appeared from the bag. Plugs, clamps and rings. Sam was a quivering mess of nerve endings by the time the fire died down. Dean grumbled only a little about filling in the grave by himself as he left Sam to sway in the cool night breeze. He had plans for the surprising four poster bed that came with this motels room.

[noteveryday.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Dom!nate/Eliot, Fucking machine

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

There really isn't anything prettier in the world. Nate leans over the sweaty back if his boy, fingers slipping through the slick, down his spine to his ass. The low rumbling moan that fills the room changes tone as Nate spreads his fingers around the cock thrusting into Eliot at a stunning pace.

Eliot tosses his head, sweaty hair slapping skin as if in challenge. Nat nods and reaches over to the box, turning up the speed a little more. Eliot's head drops forward, his moan becoming a whine around the gag as his cock dumps uncontrolled to the floor under him.

Nate swipes two fingers through the come, tastes it appreciatively. "That's two. One more?"

[noteveryday.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Alec/Eliot, wii-mote

[havenward.livejournal.com]

"This," Eliot pants, hands tightening on the back of Hardison's couch as the geek rotates the controller in response to the game on screen. The buzzing hum kicks up a notch in response to the motion, and he has to pause and breathe before he can speak again. "This is why you went to Vegas?"

Alec smirks over his shoulder at him, eyes all mischief and promise. "Dude, you should see what I got for my iPod..."


I blame the Adult Entertainment Expo coverage on G4 this weekend...

[telesilla.livejournal.com]

You'll need to redo this with the fandom and then the pairing and then the prompt. :)

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, wearing a plug on the job

[shannonrita.livejournal.com]

Eliot was glaring. Fucking fuming, because god damnit he was in this fucked up monkey suit of a tux while Nathan was whispering in his ear and a god damned vibrating plug was resting firmly in his ass.

A remote controlled vibrating plug that had a pretty fucking impressive range because Nathan was clear across fucking town and oh holy fuck why did he just turn it up? Eliot stood perfectly still and tried to ride out the sensations, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from whimpering.

Not that it mattered since he just crushed the champaigne flute in his hand. "Nathan," he hissed.

"Something wrong Eliot?"

The tone stopped Eliot's voice, jaw clicking shut audibly. "You know the rules Eliot. You don't behave, you get punished. I decide on the punishment, when and where and how."

"But we're working," Eliot growled. In reality, the whole working part didn't bother him a bit. Hell, there had been times he was willing to let Nathan fuck him right there in front of the others. He wasn't shy. However, the toy was just...not enough. Not big enough, not thick enough, not long enough, it didn't vibrate long enough and when it did, it wasn't in the right position, his prostate was pretty much being ignored with direct contact.

Though, this was punishment, so that was probably the way it was supposed to be.

Eliot couldn't stifle a whimper as the stimulation backed off, leaving him panting, a slight sheen of sweat on his brow. "You should have thought about that before getting into a shouting match with Imari before we left."

Eliot opened his mouth to say something and could only mewl as the vibrations started again, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm before backing down. A waiter came over to check on things. The toy slowed down ever so slightly so that Eliot could reassure the young man that no, he was fine, really, then it sped up again and oh what the hell. This was beyond evil.

"Nathan," he whimpered.

"Yes Eliot?"

"I...fuck, Nathan, please turn it off."

"But I don't have the remote El, and really, you should kn-"

In retrospect, he really should have listened to what Nathan had to say instead of ripping out the ear bud and shoving it into his pocket. He should have stayed where he was, propped up against the pillar and let the mark come to him, because he was in no way, shape or form prepared for what he saw when he turned around to walk out of the building.

The mark was right there, and she was beautiful, yes, but that's not what got his attention. It was Imari, standing there with her hand on his arm in a tuxedo with the bow tie hanging untied, the top buttons of his shirt undone. The woman reached up to rectify the situation, and Eliot was just about to snarl at her to move back from his man when Imari caught his eyes and that evil smirk couldn't be ignored.

As Eliot watched, one pale hand came up, holding a small device that looked like a key fob. He winked once at Eliot and pressed.

Eliot was stopped in his tracks as the vibrations went from noting to full speed. He tried to remain standing as Imari approached him, bow tie still undone, long white hair hanging free to contrast with the black of the tux, the smell of his cologne as he leaned down to say something in Eliot's ear, lips brushing against sensitive skin...

"You should have listened to Nate," Imari purred. Eliot's cheeks flushed crimson as warmth saturated his groin...

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Sandman, Dream/Desire, tricks of the trade

Where dreams are made

[guiltyreasons.livejournal.com]

Dream was in a special part of the Dreaming. He was in the place of erotic dreams. The place dream creatures worked only when the most desperate. It was easy work since there was only really one way to have sex and a million ways to get aroused.

Things happened here with no limits. Things from pedophiles to bestiality to the consumption of humor flesh during sexual acts. Tender things rarely happened when a mind could do anything it lusted after.

"Beautiful isn't it?" Desire asked with a smile. No matter how angry Dream was at Desire she/he could always get here.

"No, not really, pathetic more like," Dream said a wind rustled up from no where and no dreamers disappeared.

"Are you still sore?"

"What do you think?" Dream said his dead black eyes turning on him/her.

"What are you doing here then? You know I'm always here."

"I'm here to make sure you can never find this place again," Dream said waving his hand over the scene before them and it disappeared.

"You can't do that. You can't deny me entrance."

"No, I can't, but I don't have to tell you were it is," Dream said turning his back on the darkness and walking past it.

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Neverwhere, Marquis/Richard, 'it's amazing what you can find for sale at the Floating Market'

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Life on Mars, Gene/Sam, welcome to the 21st century

Life on Mars, Gene/Sam, welcome to the 21st century

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

No one ever came right out and made any plans, but they were all there at The Railway Arms that night. All of the old crowd: Gene, Sam, Annie, Ray, Chris, even good old Phyllis. Nelson might have been long gone, but it was still a cop bar and it somehow felt right to travel to Manchester to celebrate there rather than stay in London.

Of course, not all of them were cops anymore. Phyllis and Gene had both left the job a while ago, Gene due to age restrictions and Phyllis when she got married. And Ray had been behind a desk after taking two bullets in the leg six years back, shattering the femur. "Well, if it isn't Chief Inspector Skelton." Gene raised a glass to Chris. "And I get to say I knew you when."

"Not that you taught me everything I know?"

"Nah." Gene slapped Sam on the back. "I left that to Sammy here. Best thing for the CID he was, transferring down from Hyde when he did."

"You say that now," Annie joked. "There was a time..."

"Still is a time," Ray interrupted, but there was no heat behind his words.

"You love me, you know it," Sam protested, butting his shoulder against Ray's.

Phyllis motioned the bartender for another round. "Two minutes, people!" she shouted over the roar, as the noise level of the pub rose louder and louder with the countdown to the end of 1999. Gene was quick to make sure all their glasses were full.

"Five!" they all shouted together. "Four! Three! Two! One!"

"Guv?" Sam reached over, taking Gene's hand in his own. "Welcome to the 21st century."

"To the 21st century ! Now get over here!" Laughing, Gene pulled Sam in close for a kiss that would leave them both breathless.

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Leverage RPS, Timothy/Chris, 'I'll wear it, but not in public'

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Christian's kneeling on the floor, naked, the palms of his hands resting on his thighs. He looks up when instructed to do so by Timothy; his eyes widening and his mouth going dry as he takes in the plain black leather collar in Timothy's hands. He swallows audibly, eyes darting between Timothy's face and the collar. His tongue flicks out to wet his lips and Timothy nods.

"You may speak, Christian."

"I..." Christian frowns, trying to word his question. "Only in private," he whispers.

"Pardon?"

"I'll wear it," Christian nods, bows his head accepting the collar. He shivers as Timothy buckles it around his neck. "But not in public."

"Not in public," Timothy agrees, fisting a hand and Christian's hair and dragging him to his feet, claiming his mouth in a kiss.

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LOTRIPS, Orlando/Viggo, handcuffs and a vibrator

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The State Within, Nicholas/Mark, service weapon

[darkrosetiger.livejournal.com]

Mark hadn't been held at gunpoint all that often, but it had happened enough that he immediately realized the pressure against the small of his back didn't just mean Nicholas was happy to see him.

"I've seen the way you watch me," Nicholas whispered in his ear, slowly dragging the barrel of the gun up Mark's spine. "You stare at my hands when I clean it."

Mark remained still. "I stare at your hands all the time," he pointed out.

"Mmm...so you're telling me it doesn't turn you on, watching me hold it...feeling it against your skin?" Nicholas rested the gun against Mark's neck. This is Nicholas, Mark told himself, I'm sure it's not loaded.

"Turn over," Nicholas ordered. Mark rolled over to face him and was more relieved than he probably should have been to see Nicholas' smirk.

"You should know you can't hide things from me," he said. Mark's eyes widened when he felt the pressure of the gun against his lips. "Open."

In public, Nicholas took the orders from Mark (and Six, of course). But as soon as the bedroom door closed, Nicholas was the one in charge. Mark opened his mouth and let Nicholas slide the gun barrel in.

"There you go, sweetheart," Nicholas murmured, his accent shifting slightly northwest, as it often did during sex. "Go ahead and suck it like you know you want to."

And that was the thing: he did want to. It was insane and probably stupid, but he'd been fascinated ever since he'd first really noticed Nicholas holding his gun in his long fingers, so sure and competent. He was that way about everything from computers to cooking, but the gun seemed like a part of his body--and Mark could happily spend a lifetime exploring every inch of said body.

Nicholas exhaled slowly, and Mark realized that he'd perhaps been a bit nervous. "Jesus, Mark," he said softly, his tone almost reverent. "You look...it's perfect."

Mark parted his lips just enough so that Nicholas could see it when he ran his tongue along the underside of the barrel. The inarticulate groan Nicholas made sounded just like the noise he made every time Mark did that to his cock.

Given the size of his hands, it wasn't that difficult for Nicholas to get both of their cocks in his grip and start stroking hard and fast. Mark moaned around the gun barrel, his eyes half-closed as he thrust his hips toward Nicholas. Finally Nicholas pulled the gun away, his tongue taking its place in Mark's mouth. Mark could still feel the warm metal pressing against his back, and with the way Nicholas was kissing him and his hand tight around their cocks, there was more than enough to make Mark come, trying desperately to stifle the sound so he didn't wake Azzam.

"Thank you," Nicholas said when they'd made a half-hearted attempt at cleaning up. His gun was back on the nightstand and Mark suspected it had been re-loaded.

"Mmm...for what?" Mark tugged Nicholas down to bed so he could kiss him some more. "That was brilliant."

"Not everyone would be willing to play that sort of game," Nicholas said, sounding just a little sad. "You really do trust me, don't you?"

Mark spooned up behind Nicholas and kissed his temple. "I know what you are, Nicholas-- and who you are. I trust you with my life. And my son's. And if anyone wonders how I can trust a spy that far...they can go fuck themselves.

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SGA RPS, Joe/Jason, skateboards

[darkrosetiger.livejournal.com]

SGA RPS, Joe/Jason, "Is that a gun in your thigh holster or are you just happy to see me?"

[darkrosetiger.livejournal.com]

The State Within, Nicholas/Mark, a well-stocked kitchen for a single man

[darkrosetiger.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Alec/Eliot, kitchen gadgets

[alldunn.livejournal.com]

Alec spent a lot of time in the offices alone. He liked to wander the rooms and think of creative, different uses for the objects he discovers. Earlier he had perused the kitchen. Now, he headed back to grab the things he wanted leaving Eliot tied, on his back and legs up, to the conference table with nothing to do but stare at the wall of screens that displayed every angle of his naked body. Taking a slight detour, he stopped in his office to grab a few more things.

The first thing Alec did was pop the top off the turkey baster and stuck the rubber ball in Eliot's mouth. Later it would make a convenient enema tool, but for now it was an effective gag. Next he grabbed the spiral shaped whisk and unceremoniously shoved the handle in Eliot's unprepared ass. Alec sproinged the whisk end a couple times watching as Eliot jerked, the handel doing something wonderful inside. Satisfied, Alec wove the wire of the vibrating bullet through the whisk and set the remote on Eliot's stomach. He did not turn it on wanting Eliot to anticipate the moment when he would. Even now, Alec could see Eliot's attention constantly switching from the remote to the televisions.
Making his next choice carefully, Alec grabbed the flat handheld cheese grater. Very lightly, he grazed it across Eliot's chest until his nipples were so sensitive just a whiff of breath made him moan. Working diligently, Alec maneuvered each little bud into the grasp of the large chip clip. Eliot's back arched as far as it could within the hold of the ropes. Alec chose that moment to turn on the vibrator.
Eliot's orgasm had come splashing all the way up his stomach. Wielding the spatula, Alec gathered every last drop and deposited it into the shot glass. From there he poured it into the little opening of Eliot's gag. The heat of Eliot's mouth would keep it warm until Alec was ready for it. Switching types of spatulas, Alec swatted Eliot's bared ass.
When Eliot moaned and tried to writhe away Alec leaned over and whispered in Eliot's ear, the first sound he made all night. "I'm not fucking your ass until I have enough of your come to lube you up. Or until I get too horny to wait any longer. So it really is in your best interest to get hard again as soon as possible." With a big grin, Alec went back to work. Eliot's ass already showing signs of red and heat.

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SGA, John/Ronon, making sex toys was an art on Sateda

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John grabs an apple from the basket on the buffet and heads out onto the balcony where Ronon is head-down over something John can't see. Late afternoon sunlight glitters on the ocean like gold coins.

"Hey, buddy," he says as he sits down. "Whatcha working on?"

"Teyla found some wood for me," he says. Now John catches the glint of the knife as it moves. Wood shavings litter the table and the balcony floor. "Good wood. Hard, but not too hard to work with. Should take a good shine."

John leans forward. "I didn't know you did wood carving."

Ronon holds it up for John to see. John's eyes widen and Ronon turns it in the light. He's carved symbols that John doesn't recognize in a swirling pattern along the shaft. The crown is shaped like a mouth, thick tongue just protruding from between pillow lips.

"It's... uh."

Ronon looks at him.

"Is that...?"

"A shendu. Your people call it a dildo."

John feels his face heat; his dick shifts, lengthens. "You're carving a dildo in the mess hall?"

"What? It's a pretty day."

"Yeah, but--" John looks around. No one is nearby, thank god.

"You don't think it's good?" Ronon looks at the object critically. "It's not finished yet. It'll be better when it's done." He runs his thumbnail along one of the symbols. "My last show on Sateda, I got a good crowd. The jury loved it, except for one piece they thought was pretty but not practical." He shrugs. "I told 'em if you had five people it was very practical, but they didn't think five people had sex together very often."

John opens his mouth, closes it again, opens it. "You. Uh. You had a show?"

Ronon gives him a narrow-eyed look. "It's not finished," he says again.

"No, it's -- it's beautiful," he says quickly. "It is!"

Ronon doesn't look convinced. He sets it down on the table, and John picks it up. The wood is heavy, and the width of it fits perfectly in his palm. He smooths his hand up the shaft, runs his thumb over the bottom lip before he realizes what he's doing.

He looks up; Ronon's watching him.

"It's beautiful," John says again.

"When it's finished," Ronon says, still watching him, "you can have it."

John starts to say he couldn't, that Ronon should keep it, it's beautiful, he made it, but the wood is still warm from Ronon's hands, and he knows without thinking about it how it would feel in his mouth, the carved tongue and lips sliding past his own, or slick with lube and pushing into him. He'd be able to feel Ronon in every centimeter of it, as close as he'll ever get to touching his team-mate's satin skin, to licking over every tattoo, every scar, tasting the salt of his sweat and sex, to feeling the weight of Ronon's dick on his tongue, sucking him down, swallowing him 'til he's begging.

"Thanks." He hands it back. "That'd be great."

Something changes in Ronon's expression, like a secret door opening. "I've got another one in my quarters," he says. "I finished it last week."

John's throat works as he tries to swallow. The apple sits untouched on the table. "Yeah?"

"You wanna see it?" Ronon asks. He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He licks his bottom lip and stands up.

"I...shouldn't," John says, but he's already getting to his feet.

Ronon tucks the dildo into one of his pockets and nods towards the door. "Come on," he says, then leans close and murmurs, "I was thinking about you when I made it. How you'd look with it stretching your mouth open. The sounds you'd make when I turned you over."

John can't breathe. He just nods. "Okay," he says, a choked sound, and Ronon grins.

"It was an art on Sateda," he says as they start for the door. "But making it is only the first half."

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SGA RPS, David/Jason/John, rhinestone collar

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Being Human, George/Mitchell, a little too adventurous

Handcuffs and Problems

[guiltyreasons.livejournal.com]

George had never said yes to weird sex before. Mitchell didn't exactly demand for it, but Mitchell did like a level of different that made him somewhat uncomfortable.

Only now it was close to the full moon and he was going crazy. He wanted to try something new to calm the wolf, but doubted it'd work yet Mitchell had been smiling about the idea all day at work.

Now, it was really happening. George was tied to a bed and Mitchell was touching his naked body. He shook a little in delight mixed with shame. What kind of a man was he? Wasn't it bad enough he'd gone for the cliche and fallen in love with his best friend? Now he was a bondage boy, a sissy?

"Do you like that," Mitchell asked through his teeth.

"Yes," George said knowing what this meant to Mitchell. Trust unyielding, George knew what he was a vampire and didn't let himself take control like he wanted. This must have felt really good for Mitchell and George did his best to bare it.

A nuzzle to his inner thigh though broke his hold. He jumped up and his arms lurched forward. The handcuffs around his wrists cut in where the fuzzy bit didn't cover and he felt a pinch. He went still realizing what had happened and just how helpless he was.

Mitchell's eyes went black and he stared up at George's now bleeding wrist. He went up and gently took a lick of the blood and George tensed. He closed his eyes and prayed to whoever was listening. He didn't care about dying, he cared about how Mitchell will hate himself for it. God the man would never get over it.

"Mitchell," he said desperately.

Mitchell's eyes went to his own and held for a moment. They went human again and Mitchell undid the handcuffs and put a hand over the wound to slow the bleeding.

"Maybe a little too adventurous," Mitchell said his self control still hard kept.

"I think it was just the right amount," George said offering forgiveness and understanding without saying the words knowing they would only insult the other.

"Maybe," Mitchell said softly and gave a half smile.

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Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, paddle

[nbaeker.livejournal.com]

Merlin just knows he's in for it this time.

Arthur had only asked him to do one thing today, and he's botched it.

Granted it wasn't entirely his fault. Who would have foreseen that the blacksmiths would run out of iron?

Arthur is making him nervous, too. What with not saying anything for the long moments after Merlin stammers out an explanation.

"Come here," he says at last, and Merlin inches forward.

"Turn around and drop your breeches," comes the command, and Merlin blinks at Arthur for a moment. An eyebrow is raised and so he does as he's told. When Arthur tells him to bend over and put his hands on the table, he does that too.

He hears the slap of the paddle on his arse before he feels it, and then there's a blooming of pain, and he cries out.

"One," Arthur says, and then repeats the motion.

Ten strokes later, Merlin is torn between loving the heat that's warming his skin and feeling as though he ought to rush to Gaius and beg for some way to get out of this manservant thing.

And then he feels the oil; Arthur's coated his fingers with it, and ohlordohlord, his finger is circling Merlin's arsehole.

Merlin could curse his own body for yearning towards the touch, and after a few moments of preparation Arthur's working a finger inside him.

Then another. And another.

"Please, Arthur," Merlin begs, and the fingers are withdrawn.

As Arthur enters him, his knees go weak, and Merlin is left clutching the table with all his might.

It doesn't take long before they've spent themselves, and Arthur arches an eyebrow at Merlin.

"Now you've seen both the punishment for not pleasing me, and reward for success. Clean this mess up."

With a sharp turn on his heel, the prince is gone.

Merlin eyes the paddle, and can't quite decide whether he wants to fail or succeed.

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Heroes, Elle/Monica, vibrator wand

[psychedelicammo.livejournal.com]

The toy box under Elle's bed is a graveyard of deceased vibrator wands. Any exposed metal is inevitably singed and they're short circuited from the inside out. Plastic buttons are melted down and multiple speed functions are reduced to nothing by just a little static. Monica takes it as a challenge.

Watching late night infomercials in the wake of post-Company-mission jet lag, she discovers the perfect thing.

It's deceptively slim and small and all encased in slick rubber and silicone. It makes Elle squirm on sheets and giggle like the little girls they wish they could both be.

Monica loves the way Elle's eyes widen, alight with surprise and pleasure as the vibrations carry her all the way through one climax and -dripping and crying for more- into a second.

The light bulb blinks out and alarm clock on the table blinks 0:00. Monica turns off the toy with the deliberate flip of a switch. "No that's how it's done." She grins as she rubs herself off against the errant electrical currents still buzzing through Elle's hypersensitive, overstimulated body.

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Chuck, Casey/Chuck/Sarah, strap-on

[bloominbabylon.livejournal.com]

RPS, Eric Bana/Orlando Bloom, glass dildo

[wynterhawk.livejournal.com]

"Find something interesting?" Eric asked leaning down to peer over Orlando's head at the brightly coloured web page he was surfing.

Orlando tapped his finger against the mouse and brought up one of the tab's he had open. Eric sucked in an audible breath and drew back as if burned! Orlando glanced at him and laughed at the amazed and rather disgusted look on the Aussie's face.

"All right, I'll leave that one then," he laughed.

"Orli, mate. I'm not a young man. You need to take it easy on me with that stuff.”

“Oh, right, I'd forgotten how old you were. One foot in the grave and all that,” Orlando said, casting another teasing glance over his shoulder. "Look, what about that one. It’s got the swirly things on the outside.”

Eric reluctantly leaned in again and looked at the item in question.

“Glass?” he asked, squinting at the description next to the perfectly formed dildo.

“With these little coloured ridges,” Orlando added with barely disguised glee.

He had been squirming in his seat the moment the image came up, thrilled with the thought that something as alien and as beautiful and as erotic as *that* could exist! He had to have it. But first, he had to get it passed Eric.

While open-minded, Eric had never suggested the use of toys during sex. He much preferred a hands-on approach and liked using his tongue and fingers on Orlando. Not that Orlando didn’t love Eric’s wet, probing approach, he just wanted to try something different.

“Ridges,” said Eric sounding hesitant. “I—“

“C’mon, man! Loosen up a little, ok?”

Orlando quickly sent the work of art to the electronic shopping cart and while Eric watched he purchased it along with a bottle of silicon lube.

“Hmmm.”

That hmmm didn’t sound very good.

Orlando stood and crowding Eric against the wall behind them he caged Eric in between his hands.

“I promise to make it worth your while,” Orlando purred, lifting his chin and capturing Eric’s bottom lip between his teeth.

“I’m just worried about you,” said Eric leaning down a little to follow Orlando’s kiss.

“Mmph, me?” Orlando murmured against his lips.

“I know how you get,” Eric breathed, moving his kiss to the underside of his ear.

Orlando shivered and his toes curled.

“I don’t want to make a trip to hospital when you get so out of control and the glass thing breaks.”

Orlando shoved Eric against the wall and stared at him with disbelief.

“Eric,” he chided. “For fuck’s sake. Don’t be daft.”

“I’m just saying.”

“Eh! You’re always “just saying”,” Orlando scoffed and went back to checking his email.

**

Eric was still awake, thumbing through a magazine when Orlando, still toweling his hair dry, blindly padded across the bedroom floor. Orlando tossed the towel onto the chair next to the window and crawled into bed. Lying on his back for a moment, he closed his eyes and then contemplated grabbing his support pillow and sleeping on his belly when he felt something smooth and cold touching him right in the center of his chest. Orlando held his breath and without opening his eyes he smiled knowing what it was that was touching him.

“You didn’t.”

A low, husky chuckle from Eric raised the hairs on Orlando’s body and immediately he was hard.

“I did.”

“Is that where you went this afternoon!?” Orlando exclaimed and opened his eyes.

Eric was holding the exact same glass toy Orlando had ordered earlier that day and Orlando gaped at it. It was definitely much more threatening than it looked online. He grinned and looked up at Eric.

“I’ll have to…” he began.

“… cancel the order,” Eric finished.

Orlando sat up, but Eric easily shoved him back down. Fluidly, Eric settled himself between Orlando spread legs and he rested the heavy glass dildo against Orlando’s wet bottom lip. The boy’s brown eyes shuttered and out slipped his tongue to swipe the smooth tip. Eric sighed with pleasure.

“Well,” Orlando smirked. “Come on then. You’re not too old for this, are you?”

Eric contemplated the dildo and then reached for the bottle of lube. Wetting his fingers and easing his hand down between Orlando’s tense thighs, he found his sweet spot and pushed in. Orlando arched and gasped, which pleased him to no end.

"Definitely not," Eric assured him. "Now shut the fuck up and brace yourself."