Wednesday: Working the Kinks Out

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Hello, everyone. I’m dreamsofspike and today's theme is "working the kinks out". Prompts can be anything kinky, any kink you like. Spanking, bondage, roleplay - the list of possible kinks is endless! If you'd like, after your prompt, you can list the specific kinks you'd like to see included in any fills. :)

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
If your prompt or fill contains anything that can be a trigger for the reader, please add a warning for that to give the reader the chance to decide if they want to read or not.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Supernatural, Dean Winchester/Crowley - a king on his knees (kneeling, dom/sub, humiliation maybe)
+ Supernatural, Sam Winchester/Gabriel - Gabriel likes suppressing his own powers and letting himself be manhandled (size kink, manhandling)
+ Grimm, Nick Burkhardt/Monroe - people assume Monroe's the dominant one because of his size; they assume wrong (power dynamics, reverse size kink)

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Supernatural, Dean Winchester/Crowley - a king on his knees (kneeling, dom/sub, humiliation maybe)

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A king on his knees, the bloody king of hell on his knees blowing Dean Winchester of all things, as he takes the man's cock standing above him further down his throat, gagging when Dean grabs hold of his hair and pushes Crowley’s mouth further down his throbbing cock, watching as Crowley’s mouth is stretched opened even more further.

It had all started when Crowley had said something which enlisted a "blow me” from the older Winchester, who was currently in hell demanding yet something all to much from Crowley, reminding him that he owed him and expecting the king of hell to agree to it. And gone where the days when he didn’t have to deal with the constant winning children that were the Winchesters.

He knows it’s a spell straight away, can feel it take hold of him as he kneels down in front of Dean’s zipper before he undoes it and grabs hold of his penis, his face protests against his own actions, as he looks up to Dean above him. Dean also speaking volumes with just his face expressions, when his eyebrows and eyes question what the hell? But he too can’t do anything about what’s inevitably going to happen. Powerless to what is at this time taking place.

It’s when Rowena, his mother comes in with a crowd of demons, who she had rallied up into demanding more rights from the king of hell, saying that it was ludicrous to expect them to work gathering souls from deal after deals for Crowley’s behalf without any kind of reward or merit. And there hadn’t been any rampage of demon killings from Crowley’s part as of lately to show his authority, giving the demons Rowena had managed to gather a sobering reality of late.

He knows it’s Rowena behind this, a ploy to gather his minions into witnessing the embarrassment of riches in front of public eyes. And with a snap of his fingers he watches as all of them quickly burst into little atoms, gone just like that, no witnesses to his downfall.

“Mother! What is the meaning of this, tell me why I shouldn’t kill you right here and now.”

He momentarily glances back at Dean who is trying desperately to wrap his head around the fact that Crowley had been only moments ago sucking on his penis.

“Oh put it away, will you.”

He indicates for Dean to pull up his trousers, as if this sort of thing happened every day to him. Dean does his zipper up then, amazed at how hard Crowley actually managed to get him before pulling away and managing to break free from the spell. Dean tries to ignore the feeling in his cock at wanting Crowley’s mouth back so he could at least finish.

“.....Well, Ferguson, you seem to love your wee Winchester friends, I was just testing out a theory I had; whether it was a sexual matter. A mother ought to know if her only son is homosexual."

His mother says in all seriousness, annoyed that Crowley had murdered all his minions who had played witness to him on his knees. She had hoped word would spread throughout hell first before the smiting had ensured.

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Supernatural, Sam Winchester/Gabriel - Gabriel likes suppressing his own powers and letting himself be manhandled (size kink, manhandling)

Fill- Just Like This, R

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

(Somehow a lot more sap got in my porn than I'd meant...)

Some days being an archangel who has basically entirely cut himself off from heaven is hard. Sam helps him a lot, but sometimes just being there isn’t enough. Sometimes he needs more.

On nights like that, they always get a nicer hotel room, somewhere with thick enough walls that no one will call the cops if things get a little too loud. The ability to order room service is also a bonus in Gabriel’s mind, even if Sam frowns at him when he orders the entire dessert menu. But it was totally worth it when they got the chance because it meant they could both let go, though in very different ways.

On those days, Gabriel would suppress his powers because it allowed him to really feel in a way he didn’t normally. And it made the fact that his human boyfriend was so much bigger and stronger than his non-angelic vessel even more apparent.

“C’mon, Samsquatch,” Gabriel taunts, standing naked while Sam is still removing layer after layer of clothing. “You sure are slow!”

“I’ll show you slow,” Sam mutters as he finishes disrobing. Quick as can be, he darts over to Gabriel, picking him up and tossing him onto the bed.

Gabriel bounces on the mattress, breath leaving him in a whoosh as his arousal picks up. He loves the way Sam can manhandle him like this. “Just like this,” he says, a little smug as Sam crawls up onto the bed, easy shadowing his entire body.

“You like this?” Sam asks, pressing their bodies together and letting Gabriel feel how much he likes this too.

“Yeah,” Gabiel breaths out, the word turning into a moan as Sam finds the best angle to slide their dicks together, hot and hard and just this side of too much dry friction.

Somewhere, Sam finds lube, and it gets even better. He fingers Gabriel open, drinking in his moans of pleasure, then positions them until Gabriel is on his hands and knees. They fuck like that, Sam’s chest covering Gabriel’s entire back, his big hands completely encasing Gabriel’s smaller ones, until they’re both spent and the spoon underneath the body warmed sheets. Gabriel loves the way Sam can so easily lead him like this, loves the way he feels so warm and loved in the shelter of the larger man’s body.

They’ll stay the night at the hotel, fucking and eating and pretending for a little while that they’re just two normal humans without the constant stress of heaven and hell and monsters. In the morning Gabriel will stop suppressing his powers and they’ll go back to normal, or as normal as their lives get, but for now they can stay like this.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Grimm, Nick Burkhardt/Monroe - people assume Monroe's the dominant one because of his size; they assume wrong (power dynamics, reverse size kink)

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean Winchester/Benny Lafitte - he's the only one that can help Benny stay in control (bloodplay, dom/sub)

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Peter Burke/Neal Caffrey - it's easier to let go when he doesn't have to look Peter in the eye (blindfolds, possibly bondage)

[swan-secrets.livejournal.com]

MCU: Tony Stark/Natasha Romanoff - Student/Teacher Roleplay (spanking, either one being spanked)

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman: TAS, Harley Quinn/Bruce Wayne, it's nice to be with somebody who'll actually let her be in control (Cowgirl, woman on top, maybe femdom?)

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Flash (TV), Barry Allen/Leonard Snart, cold as ice (temperature play. No non-con, please!)

Fill

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

After the first few times they'd faced off, Barry dreamt of a scenario similar to this. Snart smirking down at him, as he had that day on the train ("Does your mom know you're out past your bedtime?") his cold eyes lit with some heat Barry hadn't wanted to think about. Being at Snart's mercy.

Barry couldn't have imagined that the scene would ever go this far - to where he's not only helpless at Cold's demanding hands, but naked, and stretched out just like Snart wants him.

Barry had once had nightmares that someday Cold would get close enough to him to make him scream again, as he had that first day - in the gallery - in pain. But when he throws back his head now and shouts, words gasp-like and shaky, barely intelligible, it's nothing like he had dreamt.

"Had enough, kid?" Snart says, dark monotone cut - as it always is with Barry (and only Barry) by something almost playful, curious. "You know what kind of damage too much cold can do." There's something satisfied and proud in the curl of his lips. 'I taught you that,' he doesn't have to say.

"I can take it... Come on..."

"Your choice," Cold seems to take pleasure in saying, and he lifts the cold cell in his gloved hand, trailing it almost lovingly down Barry's right side, from clavicle to hip. Every inch of skin that the tiny generator touches turns pale, and then red... and then purple, and Barry writhes, moans, with the biting cold.

He should be concerned that Cold will let his hand linger in one place for too long and really hurt Barry. He should definitely worry about the way Snart watches Barry's skin blister and then slowly heal. But none of this is about what Barry should. The devil's deal that led him here was based on a lot of things - fear, hope. But if 'should' had had a part in it, Barry would probably fear the drowsy give that seeps further and further into his bones with every brush of Cold's twisted little toy against his body.

Snart barely waits for Barry's flesh to turn back to a healthy color - Barry's still shaking from the cold, feeling the pins and needles of it, when Snart closes his mouth over one of Barry's pebbled nipples and sucks - hard - his lips like flames against Barry's nearly frostbitten skin.

Barry howls, pain and pleasure tugging Barry back and forth between them as he pants, waiting for one to get the upper hand.

"That good, huh?" Cold teases, chuckling quietly against Barry's oversensitive skin.

When Barry opens his mouth to speak, Cold presses the cold cell firmly to the inside of Barry's thigh.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman: TAS, Batman/The Joker,

Broke your jaw once before
I spilt your blood upon the floor
You broke my leg in return
So let's sit back and watch the bed burn (rough sex, bloodplay)

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

DCU, Jason Todd/Any,

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run faster than my bullet. (Gunplay)

Not a fill

[pr3tz3ls.livejournal.com]

But i just wanted to say I love your lyric choices.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Any, any, pretending to be a couple (and then actually becoming a couple)

fill, DCU, Jason Todd/Tim Drake

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It's just a joke. Jason's in New York, walking past a coffee shop, when he finds Tim Drake buying his morning lattes for the Titans or whatever. Instead of saying hi, or passing him without a word like makes sense, he moves in close behind him, wraps his arm around Tim's waist and says, "Hey, baby, did you order for me already?" Tim blushes bright fucking red, but, to Tim's credit he doesn't miss a beat, just asks, "No, honey, what do you want?"

So Jason smiles real sweet at the barista, orders something fancy and expensive that he'd never actually fucking drink if Timothy Drake-Wayne wasn't paying for it, his hand tucked in Tim's back pocket all the while.

"What the fuck are you doing," Tim finally breaks and says, when they're at the counter waiting for their drinks.

"Just wanted to say hey," Jason teases. He squeezes Tim's ass, and Tim's mouth opens, horrified – and the barista calls out their names for their drinks. Jason takes his, winks at Tim, and saunters out without another word.

*

Tim gets him back at the next Wayne family function. Jason, as a rule, doesn’t fucking attend these things, but he's at this one, trying to stay as low key as possible in a suit and tie, when Tim – not Tim, not really, but one of Tim's fucking characters - sidles up to him next to the buffet table and says, "Hey." Not like he means hi, not even like he means can you believe we're stuck at one of these fucking things -

But like he means meet me in the storage closet in ten minutes.

And Jason's willing to play that game just fine, really he is, but he's not expecting some Gotham Gazette writer to walk over to Tim and ask him about his boyfriend, to comment on how cute they are together.

And Jason isn't sure what to do, at first, but one look from Tim and he knows to play along – knows to let Tim fix his tie, smile at him and the cameras all pretty, drag Tim into some secluded corner and make out with him just to make the morning papers.

He knows it's just Tim getting him back, but, well – the kid can kiss.

*

The third time, they're with everyone else. In the Batcave, Dick and Damian and Bruce and Babs all there, and as Bruce briefs them on the most recent crisis, Jason gets his hand in Tim's hair and pets him, like he means to be reassuring.

Pretends like he doesn't see the rest of them staring, wondering, but not daring to question -

And Tim blushes all pretty and pink under his domino, but doesn't try to deny anything to anybody. Just lets Jason do it, even lets Jason rub his cheek against his before they separate, muttering, "You're dead, Todd," as he does.

*

It's only when Jason's crawling through Tim's window – it's only when Jason comes home to find Tim already in his safehouse, cooking him breakfast and setting off the smoke alarms in the process – it's only in between all of that that Jason starts to realize that all the lies they've been selling everyone might actually be true.

He doesn't tell Tim, though. Not when he's shoving Tim onto his bed, not when he's backing Tim up against the kitchen counter and licking the taste of maple syrup off his lips, getting powdered sugar in his hair. There's a chance, he guesses, he hasn't figured it out yet.

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MCU, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, washing away the bad memories (bathing/washing)

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Leverage, Eliot Spencer/Parker/Alec Hardison, Parker has no kinks. That can't be right.

Fill- Kinkless, PG

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“You have no- How can you- What do you-” Hardison stuttered out, eyes wide and hands moving wildly.

Parker frowned. “I don't have any kinks. I don't see what the big deal is.”

“Everybody has kinks, Parker,” Eliot said slowly. His arms were crossed, but he was looking at her intently. “There's gotta be something.”

“Nope,” she replied, popping the 'p' obnoxiously. She sat back in her chair, looking between the two of them consideringly. “Cross my heart and all that. But since we're talking about it...”

“Uh uh, uh uh,” Hardison said, backing up a step with his hands up. “We are not talking about my kinks if you don't have any. That's like... just no.”

Parker shrugged, gaze moving to Eliot, who shook his head without a word. She sighed, rolling her eyes. “C'mon, guys!” she said. “Just because I'm not kinky doesn't mean I'm not curious. I can still appreciate them, you know, whatever you're into.”

“Well in that case...”

“Please tell me your's don't involve any weird computer stuff near anybody's junk,” Eliot interrupted, one hand rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Anything else I can handle. Even if you like being called honey bear in bed.”

Hardison coughed, refusing to look at either of them. “Let's just move on, shall we?” he said weakly as Parker burst into laughter and Eliot groaned. “Blindfolds, anyone?”

[soulmush.livejournal.com]

MCU, Natasha Romanoff/Darcy Lewis, things turn creative (toys)

Fill

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

Linking to AO3 because it got longer than expected: "Minutes, Hours, Days," 1023 words, Explicit/NSFW (http://archiveofourown.org/works/3291458)

[soulmush.livejournal.com]

The Flash (TV), Barry Allen/Eddie Thawne, Eddie has some tricks of his own (temperature/texture play)

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The Flash, Barry Allen/Harrison Wells, "No matter what I do, Barry... You have to hold absolutely still."

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Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric/Winry Rockbell, Blindfolds and automail surgery bindings.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Olivier Armstrong/Roy Mustang (or Riza Hawkeye), She's just as much in control in the bedroom.

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Maria Hill/Bucky Barnes, she likes to give him back control

[scribblemyname]

The Unusuals, Jason Walsh/Allison Beaumont, bedroom experimentation fail, with humor

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Batman: TAS: Harley Quinn/any, pudding and pie

FILL: Sugar and Spice [Batman: TAS, Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy, G]

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

“Hey, Red, pudding or pie?”

The thing about Harley is that she just can’t cook.

She loves the girl, she really does despite everything, but it’s an undeniable fact of life - like the sun rising in the morning, or the inherent folly of man. The fact is that Harley can transform anything, even boiling water, into a series of terrifying disasters that horror writers – usually white and male, of course - would downright salivate over.

“Red?”

And the thing is, well…

She’s a brave woman, she’s carved her path through the sheer testosterone show of Gotham for years, but she has her limits – her iron clad, not to be challenged limits. She can face down Killer Croc in a rage, the Joker at his most obnoxious, Batman at his most stupid - But Harley’s cooking, Harley’s attempts at anything edible, are just beyond her.

“Red?!”

So you can’t blame her, really.

Fleeing through the ceiling, on the back of one of her largest plants, is perhaps not one of her best moments – but it really can’t be avoided. She’ll just have to get in contact with Harley later, when she’s eaten dessert elsewhere and avoided all chance of stomach poisoning – it’ll be fine, she’s sure.

“…I’ll just put them both in the oven, then!”

She hopes.

[marlex.livejournal.com]

How To Train Your Dragon, Hiccup/Astrid, leather

[marlex.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve/Darcy, she has her kinks, but so does he

[marlex.livejournal.com]

any, any het paring, magically enhanced virility

[marlex.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Abby/McGee, she likes doing what he says