Kinky Friday

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I'm withasmile87 and I'm your guest host this week. It's finally Friday and it's cold here in my part of the world so why not make things a little hotter with another one of my fave themes. Today's theme is Kinks..so explore the dirty side..per say or keep things tame but make them kinky ;).

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No more than five prompts in a row.

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Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

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The Walking Dead, Daryl Dixon/Paul "Jesus" Rovia, The 5 times Paul gave Daryl a blow job and the one time Daryl returned the favor.
The Walking Dead, Daryl Dixon/Beth Greene, striptease
Once Upon A Time, Emma Swan/Regina Mills, tied up

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The Walking Dead, Daryl Dixon/Paul "Jesus" Rovia, The 5 times Paul gave Daryl a blow job and the one time Daryl returned the favor.

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The Walking Dead, Daryl Dixon/Beth Greene, striptease

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Once Upon A Time, Emma Swan/Regina Mills, tied up

Fill

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“Stop squirming.”

“Or what?”

Regina stopped, rope in hand, and looked Emma in the eye. “Or I’ll spank you.” Her tone was hard, like the Evil Queen would use talking to a filthy peasant.

“I’m not sure if that’s an incentive to stop or keep going,” Emma grinned.

“Okay then,” Regina smiled back and tightened the rope around Emma’s wrist. “Stop squirming or I’ll leave you here, I’m sure I could find something to watch on TV...”

“You wouldn’t.”

“No?” Regina tied a simple knot, securing Emma’s wrist to the rail of the headboard.

“I’m much more fun than TV.” Emma was naked except from a pair of red panties.

“True,” Regina conceded. “Most of the time anyway.” With less squirming about from Emma Regina tied Emma’s other wrist to another rail. Emma’s arms were wide apart. “And at least when you’re tied down you’re not getting into trouble.”

“Just the good kind of trouble,” Emma flexed her arms, testing the bonds. They held firm.

Regina moved to stand at the bottom of the bed, her eyes scanning over Emma. “What should I do to you tonight Miss Swan?”

Emma gave the same answer she always gave when tied up like this: “Anything you want.”

Regina started to undress, slow and sultry. She was in the mood to tease.

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any, any het, licking whip cream off their partner.

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any, any m/m, bottoming from the top.

Fill: Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Highlander Fusion Porn

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Time Has Brought Your Heart To Me (http://archiveofourown.org/works/12309495)

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The Flash, Barry/Joe, taboo

Fill pt.1

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It's Barry's twenty-first birthday. Iris has arranged the entire party, hosting it at their house and ensuring the arrival of every guest Barry wanted there.

It was near the end of the party, the time where the rowdy young adults leave, sharing kind words in slurred voices and are carried off by their more sober friends with apologies and quiet mumbles of great thanks.

Iris laughs kindly and plays the wonderful host as she bids each guest farewell until there is no one else left but Iris, him, and Barry.

It's dark outside now, as they near one in the morning with the party having gone longer that expected, and the house lights dim giving the house a faint orange glow.

Joe and Barry help her clean up after their guest, Barry swaying from the alcohol he's consumed and Iris throwing herself into everything, still feeding off of the energy their young friends had left behind.

Iris leaves too, thirty minutes later. They call her a cab. Joe hugs her goodbye and Barry kisses her on the cheek and thanks her with a wide dopey smile splitting his face for the amazing night. She smiles endearingly at him, leaning in to gently kiss his cheek, before she gets in her cab. They both wave until she's out of sight.

When they get inside Joe bends down to collect some of the bottles littering the living room floor, and Barry follows suit. The faint orange tint of the fireplace makes the room feel different, smaller and warmer: more intimate.

Maybe that's why it happens, when he turns around the same time as Barry and find their bodies nearly flush together, breaths mingling, and hearts beating erratically. They are both cloaked in the warm orange glow and this close he can see the warm flush crawling up the boy's neck.

Barry's drunk and so is he and later that's what he'll blame the entire event on: a lack of sobriety equalling a lapse in judgment.

"You're drunk," Joe says, swallowing hard and dry as he looks at the flushing boy before him.

"Am I?" Barry responds, and it's a breathy whisper, words curled at the ends and brimming with unadulterated want and unfulfilled desire, and Joe's entire body shivers at the boy's tone.

Barry's looking at him, his heart in his eyes along with something that never should be directed at him and if he were a good man - a responsible unselfish man- he would ignore it. But he isn't a good man and Barry's less than a foot in front of him staring at him like he's everything, and Joe moves

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The Flash, Barry/Eddie/Iris, they're her willing slaves

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WWE, Nia Jax/Sasha Banks, size kink

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The Librarians, Ezekiel/Jenkins, he's always had a thing for older guys, but this is a whole new level

[beckonade.livejournal.com]

Numb3rs, Don/David, loyalty kink

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Any, Any, talk dirty to me

FILL: Angel the series, Angel/Cordelia Chase, Possible Warnings for Dubcon Due to Spirit Possession

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(Set during episode 3.13 Waiting in the Wings. All dialogue comes from that episode.)

Cordelia has felt this desire a thousand times before, in little looks and touches that say more than her words ever can. There are things she can never tell Angel, things that, to retain her safety and sanity, she must keep hidden.

There's always been a spark of attraction to Angel, ever since she first saw him in The Bronze and pronounced him salty goodness. But it faded to an ember when she couldn't make him see past Buffy. Now, over their years together, it has reignited into a flame that threatens to consume them both.

She rises from the ballerina's chair. "Angel?"

"Yeah?"

"I want you... to undress me." The truth flows effortlessly from her lips. She feels so warm just from looking at him, and her clothes are a hot, stifling barrier.

"You what?" Why does he sound shocked?

Cordelia drags her hand over her stomach. The heat is pooling now in her lower stomach, spreading to the most sensitive part of her. It's all she can do not to rip her dress off right now.

"It's just another costume. I want you to see who I really am. You're the only one who can." Her words hold are honest, emphatic. The foundation of friendship and trust they built between them has only made her passion grow stronger.

Angel shakes his head. "I...This isn't us. Cordelia--" He pauses at her name, licking his lips, and she longs to run her tongue over his lips. "We're acting this out. Someone is..."

The trance is broken temporarily when she realizes what she just said, how out of character it is for her to actually express these thoughts. She never conceals her feelings except for these ones, always. Angel is right. This isn't them.

Her voice breaks from the seductive, breathy tone it held earlier to its normal, quotidian harshness. "Whoa! Did...did I actually just ask you to undress me?"

Angel steps closer to her, and she is immediately drowning under the hypnosis again. He's never gazed at her this way before, with such intense, smoldering lust. Cordelia might faint. "Is that what you want?"

"Please... I..." She's usually too proud to show such vulnerability, but this has gone beyond desire on her part. She needs him to ease the ache of arousal between her thighs, to fill the hole of loneliness in her heart.

Angel brushes his fingertips over her chin. The touch is enough to stoke, but not satisfy, the fire building within her. "You want me to make love to you right now?"

"You know I do." There's no point in denying it now.

Angel tilts his head closer to her face, but frustratingly, not close enough to kiss her. His cheek slides against hers. "But you're afraid."

Cordelia isn't, but something in the back of her mind tells her that she ought to be. Her eyes flutter closed. "What if he finds us?" Who he? Her words don't make any sense.

Angel pulls back just a fraction to stare into her eyes. "I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid of anything."

His determined words are enough to remove any lingering doubts. They drift together like two magnets, hopefully never to be pulled apart again.

Just before their lips meet, Cordelia breathes out one last confession, something she cannot know by experience, but is just as certain of due to desperate fantasies in her darkened bedroom when her mind fixated on Angel to the exclusion of all others.

"I'm only alive when you're inside me."

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, John likes to be held down

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Danny is dismayed to realize he's developing a kink for cargo pants

Mini-fill

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"I'm surprised," Steve said.

Danny glanced over at him. "Surprised at what?"

Steve gestured to himself with one hand, kept the other on the steering wheel. "You haven't gotten after me for wearing cargo pants out to this 'very important appointment'."

Danny swallowed hard, hoped he maintained a neutral expression. "I guess I'm finally immune to your atrocious fashion sense." He couldn't lose his nerve. The best place to have this conversation was out in public, where even Steve wouldn't cause a scene, and where he couldn't murder Danny if Danny had been reading things wrong.

"Like you stopped wearing a tie."

"Yeah. Like I stopped wearing a tie."

The restaurant Danny had chosen was a nice one, but not one so expensive that he'd be kicking himself if they didn't end up finishing the meal because things went sideways.

The seating hostess did cast Steve a disdainful look for his choice of apparel, and Danny resisted the urge to glare at her so they weren't stuck with crappy service for the rest of the evening.

"So," Steve said, once the waiter had brought them drinks. "This is kind of a nice joint. Who are we meeting?"

Danny blinked. "What?"

"For our 'very important appointment.'"

"That's blatant abuse of air quotes, and you should knock it off."

"You didn't answer my question. Who are we meeting?"

Danny cleared his throat, took a sip of water.

Steve raised his eyebrows, recognizing the stall tactic for what it was.

"We're not meeting anyone. It's just us."

"Oh? Why?"

Danny took another sip of water and wished it was a fortifying shot of Southern Comfort. "It has come to my attention that I - like you. I like like you."

It was Steve's turn to blink."Wait, you like like me? As in that middle school do you like me check yes or no kind of way?"

"Yeah."

"And you brought me to this restaurant to tell me this because -?"

"Because you used to be a badass Navy SEAL and your military had a policy that strongly discouraged the kind of feelings I have for you -"

"My military? It's yours too, you know."

" - And if this went badly I wanted us to be in public place so there would be witnesses if you tried to kill me." Danny drained the rest of his glass of water in several gulps and avoided Steve's gaze.

Steve sat back, gazed at him for a long moment. "You know what? I kinda wish you were wearing a tie right now."

"Why, so you can strangle me with it in a fit of homophobic rage?"

"Because it would be easier to do this." Steve leaned in, caught Danny by the collar, and hauled him in for a kiss.

Oh. Oh.

Steve pulled back and said, "Let's get out of here. Now. My place. Bed's bigger than yours."

Danny nodded, a little dazed.

He wore a tie to work on Monday, just for Steve. And when the two of them were alone, Steve tugged on Danny's tie to pull him in for a kiss. As it turned out, Steve's cargo pants were useful, because he had all kinds of useful stuff in those cargo pockets, like lube and condoms.

Steve's desk was very, very sturdy.

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Stargate Multiverse, Rodney McKay, turned on by intelligence

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Star Wars, Han Solo/Leia Organa, "The Captain's a Bit Tied Up At the Moment"

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any. any/any. Knowing that their partner isn't wearing any underwear.

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any. any/any.

"You said no one would come in here!"

"Oops."

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any. any/any. "Leave that/those leather ____ on."

FILL: Angel, Cordelia Chase/The Groosalugg Breakup With Endgame Angel/Cordelia, Part 1/3

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(A/N: Probably not at all what you were expecting and not particularly kinky. Set after 3.14 “Couplet.” There’s some Cordy/Groo in this, but it’s ultimately about Cordy/Angel.)

Cordelia shot Groo a big smile as she slid the keycard into the hotel room door and watched it light up. “Well, here we are.” Cordy pushed the door open and walked in, rolling her wheeled suitcase behind her, while Groo trailed after Cordy with the big duffle bag she had packed for him earlier.

“Mexico is most wondrous,” Groo declared, gazing around the hotel suite in wonder. He took hold of Cordy’s hand after she propped her suitcase against the wall and stared into her eyes. “But not as wondrous as you, princess.”

Cordy smiled and thought of how lucky she truly was. It wasn’t pretty flattering to hear all of the compliments Groo gave her without even needing to be prompted. Her boyfriend was really the perfect guy: emotionally available, completely devoted to her, and a total hottie to boot. Cordelia decided that it was time to move things along, so she leaned up to kiss him.

The kiss was sweet and gentle, but it didn’t have quite the same passion that their lip locks had on the night Groo showed up, at least before Cordy got the vision of the ugly and smelly demon that totally killed the mood. But Cordelia wasn’t worried. She was sure the passion would return eventually.

She pulled out of the kiss and frowned slightly when she saw Groo’s inhumanly blue eyes. She didn’t know why, but a part of her had been expecting them to be brown.

“Is something wrong, princess?” Groo asked, a hint of concern in his eyes.

Cordy shook her head with a reassuring smile. “Nothing’s wrong, Grooey. I just thought we might be a little more comfortable on a bed.” Groo’s face lit up at that comment, and he eagerly pulled her towards the bed in the center of the room.

“Should we get the potion?” he asked hopefully as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

“In a bit,” Cordy decided as she sat down next to him.

Groo nodded. “We should thank Angel for helping us. He has been most generous since my journey to your dimension.”

Cordy smiled weakly. “Groo, can we not talk about Angel right now?” Something about the distant way Angel had been acting since the ballet was bothering her. She knew he had wanted to wipe their whole spirit-influenced encounter backstage from his memory, but that didn’t seem to explain everything about his behavior. Angel had seemed almost sad when she was walking out of the hotel, but he had been the one encouraging her to go on this trip. Something just wasn’t adding up.

Groo leaned in to kiss her, but he pulled away quickly, noticing her distraction. Groo sighed, just a tad frustrated. “Princess, your mind seems to be elsewhere. Do you want to keep going?”

Cordy smiled as brightly as she could. “Sorry, I just got lost in my own head for a minute. And don’t worry, I totally want to.” She leaned in this time, closing her eyes as she focused on the sensations of the kiss. It was pleasant, and she was definitely starting to get turned on as she ran her hands through Groo’s spiky hair, but it didn’t have the intensity and need of the kisses she had shared with Angel backstage at the ballet. She pulled away, annoyed at herself for thinking about Angel again, and then quickly dived back in, going for a more aggressive kiss this time that would hopefully drive any thoughts of ballerinas or forbidden love out of her head. Cordy’s hands dug into the shoulders of Groo’s jacket, and she moaned as she felt the leather under her fingertips. Oh yeah, that was definitely the ticket.

Groo pulled away, gasping for breath. “Perhaps you should get that potion.”

Cordy nodded and sprinted over to her suitcase. She unzipped it and frantically threw out clothes until she found the little blue bottle she needed.

Groo laughed warmly, moving up on the bed to lean against the pillows. “I’m glad to see that you are as eager for the com-shuk as I am, princess.”

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any. any/any. sexting

Angel the series, Angel/Cordelia Chase, NC-17 Established relationship, Part 1/2

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(A/N: Also inspired by this tumblr post (“http://womanaction.tumblr.com/post/154678586200/for-the-ship-meme-you-just-reblogged”). For this fic, Angel's soul is permanent.)

Cordelia hummed a Christmas carol as she strolled through the shopping mall with tons of bags in her arms. Today had been productive for her. She had gotten almost all of her Christmas shopping finished, and she still had more than a week to go until Christmas.

Since she had the day off, she had spent the day shopping instead of at work. Normally, Cordy would have stayed at the hotel to spend time with Angel and their other friends, but she really did need to get her Christmas shopping done. She hadn't seen her boyfriend since this morning, when she had woken him up briefly to tell him where she would be for the next several hours

Wondering how he was doing without her, Cordy fished her phone out of the bottom of her purse and sent a text to Angel.

Hey, how was your day?

A minute later, her phone chimed with Angel's response.

I was pretty bored without you here. I missed you.

Cordy grinned down at her phone and pushed the door open to the underground parking garage where she had parked her car. She spotted her car in the distance and started walking towards it.

Aww, I missed you too. What did you do without me?

Not much. After you left, I went back to sleep for a while. When I woke up, I looked up some stuff for that case we've been working on and did a workout in the basement. I just got out of the shower.

Cordy's breath caught in her chest. She could picture Angel sitting on his bed wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and holding his phone as he texted her. It was a very appealing image.

She blinked away the fog of lust that was filling her brain and responded to his message with a smirk.

That does sound pretty boring, except for the shower. Too bad I wasn't there, I would have joined you. ;-)

Cordy waited almost a minute for Angel's reply to appear. When she read it, her jaw practically hit the floor, and her eyebrows rose in amused disbelief.

Yeah, it would have been a lot more fun with you. My hand can't satisfy me the way you do.

She took a moment to recover from the shock of what he had sent her, and then she chuckled to herself and sent a response to tease him.

Ooh, you're naughty, Angel. I ought to punish you for having fun without me. :-P

He sent two replies in quick succession.

If it helps, I was thinking of you the entire time.

But I won't object if you want to punish me.

Cordy burst into a fit of giggles, which made a woman standing nearby look at her like she had lost her mind. Cordy ducked her head and walked forward until the other woman was no longer paying attention to her.

I might have to take you up on that punishment thing later. ;-) So you were thinking of me, huh? Anything in particular?

Cordy was finally within a few feet of her car, so she pressed the button on her key fob to unlock the doors. Her phone beeped, and she eagerly scrolled down to read Angel's response.

At first, I was imagining you were in the shower with me. We were kissing and soaping each other's bodies up, and then you got down on your knees and took my cock into your mouth.

Cordy tugged at the collar of her sweater. It was about 60 degrees today, but Cordy was feeling like she was in a sauna. She swallowed heavily to keep herself from drooling at the vivid and sexy image Angel had so skillfully planted in her head.

She took a deep breath and read the message again before she sent a reply.

Mmm, that sounds nice. What else did you picture?

Cordy started loading bags into the backseat of her Jeep. It was taking longer for Angel to reply to her. He was probably typing with his left hand while he stroked himself with his right. Not that she could blame him. Cordy would have been touching herself too, if she hadn't been out in public.

When she heard her phone chime, she flipped it open and bit her lip to stifle a needy whimper.

I thought about us together in my bed. You were lying underneath me and screaming as I fucked you so hard the headboard kept slamming against the wall.

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any. any/any. Exchanging dirty pictures (while at work)

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The Voice RPF, Blake/Adam - biting

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The Voice RPF, Blake/Adam - size kink

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The Voice RPF, Blake/Adam - roleplaying a rape fantasy

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Grimm, Nick/Monroe - ownership

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White Collar, Peter/Neal/(El) - manhandling