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elfgirljen and today is my last day of hosting. Today's theme is addiction. Addicted to love, drugs, chocolate, or heading back to rehab?
Some simple rules:
+No more than five prompts in a row.
+No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
+If one of your prompts is filled, feel free to prompt again.
+No spoilers in the prompts.
+If your fill contains spoilers please warn and/or leave at least three spaces.
Format for prompts:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Here's some examples:
Supernatural, Sam, he was addcited to a normal life.
any, any, "I guess I'm going back to rehab."
Supernartural, Dean, It was all about the rush.
Not feeling the love> Surf over here for more ideas.
elfgirljen and today is my last day of hosting. Today's theme is addiction. Addicted to love, drugs, chocolate, or heading back to rehab? Some simple rules:
+No more than five prompts in a row.
+No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
+If one of your prompts is filled, feel free to prompt again.
+No spoilers in the prompts.
+If your fill contains spoilers please warn and/or leave at least three spaces.
Format for prompts:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Here's some examples:
Supernatural, Sam, he was addcited to a normal life.
any, any, "I guess I'm going back to rehab."
Supernartural, Dean, It was all about the rush.
Not feeling the love> Surf over here for more ideas.
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Date: 2014-01-17 01:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-17 01:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-17 01:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-17 01:25 pm (UTC)FILLED!
Date: 2014-01-17 06:02 pm (UTC)Society calls it a sex addiction. To Hell with that; Jared doesn’t have an addiction. He just really enjoys pleasure…a lot. Even though they’ve already gone multiple rounds in bed tonight, and had fucked twice earlier in the day, Jared’s ready to go once again and Jensen’s fully encouraging him by bouncing that perky little tight ass and moaning sultry, spreading his sexy bowlegs wide apart to show off his little pretty hole. He’s simply urging Jared to take him again, and no way in Hell is the younger man going to turn him down.
During the last rounds Jared’s enjoyed the sensual feel of his lover’s body pressed against his as he fucked Jensen seven ways from Sunday, pinning him down and burning his cock deep in Jensen, rocking his hips back and forth faster and ravishing to bring Jensen off with a scream every time. Yet now Jared has slowed things down; he pulls out the strong cuffs from the toy box and bounds Jensen to the bed, nipping playfully at his neck when Jensen teasingly wiggles his cute little ass.
With Jensen in place Jared wants to ravish him, but he takes the time to savor the sight for a moment because Jensen is nude, gorgeous and breathtaking, lips pouty and pink and kiss-swollen. His skin is baby soft and smooth and adorably freckled, and his cheeks are flushed rosy red with heat and arousal. His hair is spiky and messy, cute, body lithe and toned, and his raw hole is puffy and dripping wet and quivering, simply begging to be stuffed yet again. As Jared climbs on top of him and lines his thick cock up with the twitching wet hole, Jensen looks at him over his shoulder.
“You know you have a problem, right?” His tone is teasing and playfully, and there is a naughty smirk on his soft lips.
Okay, so yeah, he has a problem—but it’s a really good one. “Of course I have a sex problem, and guess what? I don’t care!” Jared nearly growls as he leans over Jensen, a devilish smirk on his handsome face as slowly pushes inside his boyfriend.
Jensen shivers with heat and lust, moaning as he’s filled once again. So what if Jared has a high sex drive and wants to fuck every chance he has? No matter to Jensen. For him, this ‘problem’ is a pure blessing and the farthest thing from a curse.
(END)
Re: FILLED!
From:no subject
Date: 2014-01-17 01:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-17 01:33 pm (UTC)My Sweet Addiction
Date: 2014-01-17 02:24 pm (UTC)Strong R 18+ Warning
Note: The POV is supposed to be ambiguous. Not sure I captured it properly though. Enjoy, Lovely! xx
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It makes every nerve ending in his body come alive, makes his blood sing.
God, it would send him flying for days and leave him feeling like he could reach out and hold the whole fucking world in the palm of his hand…
A shiver runs down his spine in anticipation and he reaches down, palming his half-hard cock through his trousers.
He keeps him waiting. Holding him on that knife’s edge where the pain of the come-down is all consuming and makes his skin feel as though it is about to shatter.
“Please…” He trails off, fingers clutching and gripping at biceps as hips roll slowly and meet, sending a frisson of pleasure down his spine.
Two sharp points of pain.
The taste explodes on his tongue.
“Toby,” … “Dorian,” they gasp each other’s name into the stillness that settles over them just before the rush hits.
~Fin~
Re: My Sweet Addiction
From:no subject
Date: 2014-01-17 01:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-17 01:36 pm (UTC)NC17 - Like Oxygen
Date: 2014-01-17 03:32 pm (UTC)Note: I don't even know anymore, BB... But the muses would not go down the 'typical addiction' route like I wanted them to. Take it up with your boy. LoL.
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He needs it like he needs oxygen.
Strong hands grip his hips and pull him in closer and Mordred throws his head back, exposing his long, pale throat. Lips descend and begin to suck and nip at the tender flesh, drawing the blood to the surface.
“So, fucking hot,” a voice, rough with a hint of an Irish brogue brushes over his skin and Mordred positively beams when he feels the man’s facial hair dragging across his collarbone, leaving a pleasant burn in its wake.
Mordred drops to his knees before the guy can do more than run his large hands around the waist of skin-tight jeans. The generous roll of cash in his back pocket feels heavy and the knowledge of the high he’ll get when he’s had his fix, is secondary to the high he feels right now as he looks up through hooded eyes and meets the intense stare of … Gwaine, his brain supplies, thankfully.
His fingers fumble over the zip and he can feel the start of a downward spiral that comes from not having had anything since yesterday morning. He closes his eyes and presses his face into Gwaine’s crotch in an attempt to pull his shit together.
He needs this trick and the rush it provides.
He needs his next fix.
As he pulls the zipper down, he inhales the heady scent of sex and sweat and desire and he smirks; slow and lazy, his tongue sneaks out to wet his lips and brushes the tip of Gwaine’s cock.
The first taste, bursting across his tongue is enough to stop his hands trembling and his smirk evolves into a wide grin. The salty taste of precome soothes his nerves and he becomes bold as the high takes hold. It’s been a whole day and he doesn’t care if it makes him some kind of slut, it is better than pumping his veins full of shit to eventually die in a back alley gutter somewhere.
He needs this like he needs oxygen.
~Fin~
Re: NC17 - Like Oxygen
From:no subject
Date: 2014-01-17 01:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-17 01:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-17 01:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-17 01:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-17 01:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-17 02:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-17 03:22 pm (UTC)Roses bloom
In your dirty room
I come to play
'Cause I can't stay away
No I can't stay away
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Date: 2014-01-17 03:23 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Steve/Bucky,
You're the dangerous kind
Now look at what you've done to me
What you've done to me, baby
You've gotta criminal mind
Your motive is to plant a seed
Now I'd kill for you, baby
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Date: 2014-01-17 03:24 pm (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), Derek, no one ever died from wanting too much
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Date: 2014-01-17 03:25 pm (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), Peter Hale + the Argents, I’m just dreaming of tearing you apart
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Date: 2014-01-17 03:26 pm (UTC)The Hobbit, Fili/Kili, (modern AU) It won't be whiskey, won't be meth; it'll be your name on my last breath
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Date: 2014-01-17 03:27 pm (UTC)The Hobbit, Fili/Kili, (modern AU?)
Heavy stone right next to mine,
We'll be together 'til the end of time
Don't you go before I do,
I'm gonna tell the gravedigger that he better dig two
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Date: 2014-01-17 03:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-17 03:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-17 03:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-17 05:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-17 06:13 pm (UTC)he so does.