FANTASTIC FRIDAY: Kinks

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Hello Everyone. theladymore again. Unfortunately today is my last day. But I had a really good time Hosting this week. And I hope to do it again. So todays theme is one of my absolute favorites and that is KINKS

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir, Turning the lights off tighten the handcuffs and the mirrors gonna fog tonight
Star Wars, Han Solo/Leia Organa, Han's a screamer and ever so often she has to Gag him to keep him quiet.
Agents of Shield, Phil Coulson/Melinda May, Fun with Phil's Ties
MCU, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff, Intergation Roleplay.


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[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir, Turning the lights off tighten the handcuffs and the mirrors gonna fog tonight

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Star Wars, Han Solo/Leia Organa, Han's a screamer and ever so often she has to Gag him to keep him quiet.

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Agents of Shield, Phil Coulson/Melinda May, Fun with Phil's Ties

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

MCU, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff, Intergation Roleplay.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, restrained with words

FILL: SOA/SPN, Sam Winchester/Jax Teller(Crossover)

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Sam clenches his jaw, his nostrils flaring at the scent of leather and whisky floating in the air. He has to reach down and tug hard on his balls to keep from coming in his jeans like a horny teenager on prom night. The whole bad boy thing shouldn’t have turned him on but it did. There was something about the way Jax carried himself, standing tall and proud, all that alpha swag dripping off his perfect body. It got Sam’s engine revving, he feels like he is about to cream his jeans.

It was fucking hot how Jax spread his legs wide over the seat of his Harley, straddling the sleek black leather, his jeans hugging his perfect ass, all that leather making Sam want to bend over and take it like good little slut. And Jax...well, he knew, all too well. His long hard cock was clearly outlined in his jeans, proof that he was as eager for some fucking as Sam was.

Jax grinned as he sauntered over to Sam with a smirk on his lips. “Are you lookin’ for some fun, sweetheart?” He practically purred, and Sam was helpless to do anything other than nod. “Promise you’ll love it, baby boy. I promise to treat you as good as my leather and ride you as much as my Harley.”

And just like that, Jax had Sam out in the parking lot bent over the Harley, pants down around his ankles, Sam moaning enthusiastically as Jax fucked him from behind. The biker took no mercy on him, pounding into him with deep, rough, brutal strokes.

Sam wasn’t going to sit right for a week, and that was fine by him. Jax smacked his ass roughly and told him to spread his legs wider, and Sam did without hesitation. Opened wide and fucked hard, Sam took it all; Jax continued to ride him, cock slamming deep into Sam with powerful thrust, hitting his sweet spot with each stroke. Jax gives him the best orgasm of his life, a full-body shiver going through him as his hole clenches tight around the biker, milking Jax's cock and making him moan.

When the night was over and both men were sated, Jax sent Sam home with an asshole full of cum and a smile on his face.

As it turned out, what Sam had heard was true; Bad boys are more fun.

♥ END ♥

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, no words necessary

Fill: math nerd!John AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Rodney was a man of words and action, because his words were his action. He wasn't much of a soldier. Things got done because he told people how to do them, explained to them. And when he was nervous, he tended to chatter or complain, because if that was the only thing he could control in a lousy situation, well, he was going to own it. More than one of his past lovers, male and female, had complained that he was whiny and demanding in bed, so the first time John invited him back to his quarters for what was obviously going to be sexy times, Rodney kept telling himself, Don't talk, don't talk, don't talk. Even if John couldn't hear, he could read lips, and he could feel Rodney's voice rumbling through his chest. He'd know if Rodney was being unnecessarily chatty.

But with John, Rodney didn't need words. John kissed him, skated his fingers up Rodney's chest, gentle and questioning, and when the heat under Rodney's skin was too much, when John's mouth over his was driving him mad, John used his damnably dexterous hands to flick the buttons on Rodney's shirt open, peel it back from him and cast it aside. John was close, John was everywhere, lips and hands and tongue and teeth, and he always seemed to know, just by the hitch of Rodney's chest on an indrawn breath or the way he arched into a touch, what Rodney needed. John knew when to touch, when to pull away, when to speed up or slow down, when to add pressure or ease up, and by the end of it, Rodney was a sobbing wreck and John drew an orgasm from him with his clever, clever hands. Knowing John was capable of reading his every desire and need through touch alone was an incredible turn-on, which John knew, and ones times, right near the end of a meeting, he'd flick a finger up Rodney's wrists meaningfully, and Rodney would instantly be fully and painfully aroused, and if he looked like an impatient bastard, hustling John out of the room, well, he didn't care, because sex with John was worth it.

And Rodney learned John's wants and needs and secret pleasures by touch alone, learned to feel the way John arched against him when he did something good, the way his breath hitches when Rodney hit just that spot, and between them, no words were necessary.

Still, the first time John snuggled against Rodney and murmured "I love you" as he was falling asleep was one of the best moments of Rodney's life, because it was the first time he ever heard John's voice, and he hoped it wasn't the last.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, likes watching in a mirror

Fill 1/2: SGA/Dollhouse, Evan/Joe, McShep, NSFW

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Evan wasn't much of an exhibitionist, so the first time Joe asked if they could have sex in front of the large mirror in his bedroom, Evan was a little hesitant, but it wasn't like they were making a movie, and Evan knew Joe had a thing about mirrors, so he went along with it. Joe had a tendency to check himself in nearby reflective surfaces, like he was afraid he'd disappear if he couldn't see himself. It wasn't vanity, it was something else. Evan couldn't imagine what it must have felt like, years of looking in the mirror and seeing the wrong face. Yes, John Sheppard as Evan knew him wore Joe's face, but he'd didn't wear it as Joe had, or would have, if he'd had control of his own body, so Evan stopped Rodney and Jennifer from teasing Joe when he checked his reflection for the hundredth time in the space of an hour. When Joe's hair started to grow out, when he managed to build enough of his own wardrobe that people didn't give him a double take or mistake him for John all the time, he started to relax a little. And Evan realized that Joe must have had memories of himself having sex with all kinds of people as versions of himself that weren't him, so okay, if he wanted to be able to see himself and know it was him in Evan's arms and not someone else, that was totally okay.

The first time Evan got to watch himself and Joe climax together was incredibly hot, so the next time Joe asked, Evan said yes without hesitation. Joe was a beautiful man, not just in the traditional sense that heads turned when he passed (they did, but that was usually new recruits who'd heard legends about John Sheppard or new scientists who'd heard about cloning and imprint tech). Joe was beautiful in a sense none of the others appreciated, because they'd never taken the time to appreciate the harmony of the lines of his body, the way they flowed and curved so perfectly. Evan tried to appreciate Joe whenever he had the chance.

He was headed into the kitchen to fire up the oven and see about baking a cake for Sam Carter's birthday when he saw John and Joe sitting at the table together, poring over one of Joe's math journals. Evan paused, because he'd been yelled at by Rodney enough times to know what interruptions could do to moments of genius, and waited till it was safe to say hello.

Only Joe said, "Thanks, John," and leaned in, pressed a kiss to John's cheek, and Evan's brain froze.

Because...damn.

He hadn't expected how hot that would be, which must have been stupid, because he was living in a house with two of an incredibly attractive man (sort of, only on the surface, different haircuts now), and it had been a very chaste kiss.

Someone bumped into Evan's shoulder, and he raised a hand in the silent military gesture for "stop".

But Joe and John were back to their math, and Evan's heart rate returned to normal.

"What's going on?" Rodney asked. "Why are we stuck in the doorway? Because unless there's a Wraith in the kitchen, nothing is getting between me and my coffee." He craned his neck to peer past Evan and sighed.

"John, what have I told you about that?"

John blinked. "What? I have some natural math skills of my own, you know. Besides yours."

Rodney waved a hand. "Sitting so close to Joe like that. You almost broke Evan."

Joe blinked. "Oh, Evan, I just – that kiss – I'm not cheating on you –"

"I know," Evan said. "I just, uh –"

John smirked. "You perv."

"Not a perv!" Evan protested. "I just – men don't usually kiss to express affection, is all."

John raised an eyebrow.

"Men who aren't dating. Men who are American." Evan was floundering. No one was buying it.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/any, bondage requires a lot of trust

FILL: Still, (Leverage, Eliot/Parker, 15+, bondage)

[raise_the_knife]

"I don't get this," Parker says. She holds the rope up, roughly gathered in her hands.

Eliot grabs it from her and coils it neatly, perhaps a bit too tightly around his hand, as if he were preparing to weight a punch with it.

If it were anyone but Parker, he would be seriously considering that as an option.

"You're not meant to undo it," Eliot says, doing his best not to grit his teeth.

"But why?" Parker says. "It's not hard."

Because, you're meant to stay still for once, Eliot thinks. That's how they got here, though, and clearly, it isn't taking. For once, there's even a lack of sharp objects around, so he can't vent his frustration by stabbing something, which would also prove his point that this is serious, for him.

He smiles as he realises what it means that there's no sharp objects - no knives, no toothpicks even, because this was meant to be safe, and Parker was supposed to trust him enough to let him have this, even just once.

He has her hands cuffed behind her back and is just out of her reach before she realises what he's done.

"Should have left the rope alone," he says, when she feels around the bed and doesn't find anything to pick the lock with.

He stops her protest with a finger on her lips. "Trust me," he says, and waits for her to nod.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve/Bucky or Sam or Natasha or Sharon or Maria or Skye or Melinda May or Fitz or Coulson, he/she loves getting spanked by Steve

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Any, any, figging

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Any, any, complete dominance and ownership can sometimes lead to sweet gentle sex

FILL: SPN, Sam/Dean, Dom/Sub, making love

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Dean cannot see. The blindfold has robbed him of his sight, but he can feel. The warm, soft puffs of breath between his trembling thighs, the palms on his knees pressing firmly yet gently to keep his bowlegs spread open. His arms are taunt above his head and his wrist cuffed to the headboard of the bed. His chest heaves, nipples pebble hard and pink, and his tummy quivers as Sam kisses up and down his chest.

His Master's hands are gentle and soothing on his quivering body, the touch helps ground him, ease him from off the high ledge he teeters on. Sam's kisses are red-hot with passion; each press of his lips burns Dean, churns hot pleasure in his belly.

One minute, one hour--Dean doesn’t know how long they make love. Sam is in no hurry, leaves him drowning in an endless sea of pleasure that makes his toes curls against the soft cotton sheets. He whimpers so softly, gasps as Sam sinks into him, the pressure of his cock pressing firm against his prostate making sparks tingle through his body.

His hole convulsed around the flesh, shocks and tingles coiling hot in his belly. Sam hovered above Dean, slowly stretching him out with his thick cock, enjoying the sight of watching every pleasure expression that crossed Dean’s beautiful face. Dean's is fully erect and leaking between them, his flesh twitching painfully every time Sam’s warm, gentle hand glides up and down his sides, big palms caress his ribs as his heart hammers in his chest.

When Sam grants him permission to come, the pleasure is far too much and the tingles rushing through his body overtake him. He trembles, huffing roughly, his Master embracing him and holding him close, petting his shaking body as he comes apart. He makes all sorts of puppy dog cries and whimpers as pleasure overtakes him; Sam murmurs quiet praise and soothing words, kissing his face with soft, tender lips that call him beautiful and sweet and perfect.

Pressing a kiss to his Master’s forehead, Dean sighs blissfully as Sam tenderly hold him, smiling as pure joy and happiness devour his soul.

♥ END ♥

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Any, dominant male/any, discipline relationship

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Flash (TV), Jay Garrick/E2!Harrison Wells, hate sex

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Supergirl (TV), Kara Danvers/Maxwell Lord, woman on top

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

DCAU, Harley Quinn/Bruce Wayne/Wally West, marathon sex

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Daredevil (TV), Wilson Fisk/Matt Murdock, (consensual) wall sex

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Flash (TV), Eobard Thawne/Barry Allen, superspeed sex

[samueljames]

NCIS, Tony DiNozzo/Abby Sciuto, face-sitting.

[ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com]

Legends of Tomorrow, Leonard Snart/Ray Palmer, Ray has a praise kink.

[samueljames]

Torchwood, Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, restraints.

[samueljames]

CSI:NY, Don Flack/Danny Messer/Mac Taylor, collaring - Danny getting his collar from his Doms.

[samueljames]

Leverage, Mr. Quinn/Eliot Spencer, possessive/rough sex after a close call.

[lasairfhiona.livejournal.com]

Eliot closed the door behind him and slumped down on the sofa. He was damn tired and wanted nothing more than to take a shower and go to bed. For a week. He was pissed at himself that he’d missed the extra guards, and the trap they’d set that allowed for too close of a call for Nate and Parker’s escape.

Hauling himself off the sofa, he decided to forgo the shower and grab a bottle of Jack to down his guilt for almost getting members of his team, his family, killed. The whiskey burned as he threw back one shot and then another. He was about to take the bottle and go sit out on his deck when he felt arms go around him.

“That’ll be enough of that.”

The fact that Quinn startled him was a testament to how far into his head he was. “Quinn.”

“You’re going to go take a shower then lay out on the bed to wait for me.”

“Dammit Quinn, I’m not in the mood,” Eliot protested. Normally he liked their games but he wasn’t in the mood to play, he just wanted to drink and forget for a while.

“I don’t care. You will do as I say.”

Eliot grumbled, but eventually he did as Quinn bid, just like he always did. It was times like this that no matter how much he protested, he actually enjoyed. It gave him a chance to let go. To let someone strong enough to take care of him. He knew what would come after his shower. Quinn would check him for wounds, bandage and/or stitch any that needed and then he would lay him out on the bed, make him hold on to the rails of the headboard and proceed to play his body. His need to let go and get out of his head would determine how much and what Quinn would do to him before fucking him senseless.

Tonight would be a long night and he had no doubt Quinn would take him to the edge over and over again with hands, mouth and toys until the only thought on his mind was the pleasure going through his body. Then and only then would Quinn fuck him and allow him to climax. And afterward, when his resistance was down and Quinn had taken care of him would he express the emotions he’d been keeping such a tight grip on since he’d sewn up the would on Nate’s back and bandaged Parker’s leg.

[samueljames]

Teen Wolf, Ethan/Danny Mahealani, face-fucking and dirty talk so the other can get off on feeling used.

(Please age up or make it a future fic.)

[streussal.livejournal.com]

Angel, Lilah/Wesley, pegging

[streussal.livejournal.com]

Durarara!!, Erika/Anri, breastplay/breast worship