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Date: 2011-02-13 12:25 pm (UTC)Re: Public Humiliation: Nicodemus/Dresden
Date: 2011-02-13 01:52 pm (UTC)I'll have you know I have to go sit through DL for an hour and a half with this in my brain. If I get struck by lightning, I'm blaming the OP.
Which is also to say, shit and I may be writing this.
Re: Gangbang! or really long gangbang prompt is loong.
Date: 2011-02-13 02:34 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: That Kind of Girl (2/?)
Date: 2011-02-13 02:43 pm (UTC)Do Not Touch
Date: 2011-02-13 02:45 pm (UTC)Someone has a problem with touching during sex, so they actually have sex without actual skin-to-skin contact. I'm talking, fingering Harry and prepping him with rubber gloves, partner fully clothed while Harry's naked, wearing a condom and/or keeping his dick in (or mostly covered by) his boxers/briefs/something. Blowjobs done through pants/cloth, Harry not allowed to touch back, whatever.
There are many ways you could play this, but suggestions include Thomas (maybe a test to see if he won't feed as much without skin-to-skin contact?), Hendricks, Marcone, Nic, Butters.
Re: Slash!Prompt is optionally slashy - OP
Date: 2011-02-13 02:52 pm (UTC)Thank you for the rec! It was awesome. :)
Martian translations
Date: 2011-02-13 02:58 pm (UTC)*I am most interested in Luccio or Marcone, but really, whatever. Go wild. :)
Baby-Momma [1/1]
Date: 2011-02-13 04:11 pm (UTC)I was sleepy and sated when I realized John was still behind me, still in me, still hard as he trailed his hand up and down my stomach. I knew he’d already come once – I know what his orgasms are like, and he’d definitely softened some after – but it looked like he was up for another round while I… definitely wasn’t. Not yet, anyways.
I ground my ass back against him anyways. “Still horny, bastard?” I asked.
“You could say that.”
I hummed in mild contentment as he gave a little thrust with his hips, lazy and slow with his hand settled warm and large on my belly. John might have been shorter than me, but that didn’t mean he was small by any means, and it certainly didn’t make him any less dangerous. My stomach did a little flip under his gun-calloused hand when he gave a second thrust. “Go ahead,” I said, relaxing more. I was sore and sensitive there, yes, but it wasn’t something that I couldn’t live through.
Stars, if he’d woken me up like this in another hour or two? I’d certainly have gotten in on the action.
“You sure?” he asked, hand sneaking downwards.
I caught it before it could reach my own sensitive bits. “I need time to recoup, scumbag,” I growled. “Let me be lazy.”
If anything, John got harder – his thrusts certainly did. I felt his mouth nipping at my shoulderblade, and I let myself thrust back enough to meet him a few times, lifting my leg up a bit to give him some more room and threading my fingers between his on the hand I’d caught. Just to keep him from doing anything fancy.
He actually bit down on my shoulderblade when he came, snapping his hips into mine and freezing while his grip tightened on my hand to be almost painful. Yes, Gentleman Johnny was a biter. He liked knowing that if anyone else tried to sex me up, they’d do so seeing his marks and knowing I was already taken.
He was rubbing my belly again, kissing my back where he’d bit me, and whispered “go to sleep.”
I let myself drift off, content. He’d clean us up after a while, or he’d wait because he wanted another round. He didn’t visit me often enough for me to judge which mood he was in very accurately, but I thought it might be the second, considering he still hadn’t taken his dick out.
The lube would last – it was a special potion I’d made with Bob, giving in to one of Bob’s requests to make my “fantasy life better.” I’d made the mistake of telling John about it, and now I had to blushingly make the potion in the lab with Bob about once a week, not to mention gathering ingredients. It didn’t make enough to last long – potions never lasted long anyways – so I had to work to keep us in stock. I never knew when John would stay for more than an hour or two.
I finally fell asleep thinking that it might be time to pick up some more Vaseline for the base, although Bob had mentioned experimenting with KY jelly.
I woke up to John moving in me again. We were still in the same position, my back to his front and on our sides, and he was hard again. I reached around to grab at his ass, and got his back instead. His thrusting slowed a bit and he kissed the shoulder he marked – probably the mark itself. “Good morning,” he said.
“Morning. Hell, you really are a horny bastard today, aren’t you? What’d you do? Take Viagra?”
“It wasn’t necessary,” John said, almost laughing, “though it seemed that you might need some for a time, it appears you’re more than ready now.”
I growled and thrust back, rough. “I’m not exactly sixteen anymore.”
“Neither am I,” he said, wrapping his arms around me.
I knew what he wanted – hell, what I wanted – and rolled us over. He went with me until I was on my knees with him kneeling behind me and he gave one – perfect – thrust.
I might have whimpered a little as he hit my sweet spot. I won’t deny that it felt really good. I put my hands to the headboard and pushed back with a little more leverage than before, and he began to pound into me, hitting that spot every time.
Within moments, I was coming, and he was still thrusting and hitting that spot as I rode the waves, clenching around him and trying to hold him in.
I was definitely moaning and whimpering when I finished, but that was because Marcone, damn him, was still thrusting and hitting that spot with his dick, and I was already spent.
I clenched around him again as best I could, but my ass was sore and stretched from having him in me for so long, and it didn’t work as well as I would have liked. “Stones, John, if you keep this up I’ll be shitting myself.” It took some time for the muscles to go back to normal after being stretched for so long, and even being a wizard didn’t stop that.
He thrust again, then stilled, a hand on the small of my back. “I know how to stop that,” he said. “I’ll tell you if you cum again.”
I groaned, my legs spreading a bit as I pushed back against him. “I just came,” I told him, as if he didn’t know.
He rubbed my back soothingly. “A compromise, then?” he asked, and I nodded. “I’ll make it so that, when I’m finished, everything stays inside where it’s supposed to be if – “ and here he paused, as if thinking out how to say the words “ – if you promise, three times, that you will not attempt to remove what I do nor actually remove it until I do so myself.”
I squirmed a bit, shuddering around his cock still in my ass. “You know that promising three times thing is only needed for faeries, right? I promise – and you only need that once.”
“But I want it three times, and I want you to say it. Say ‘I promise not to remove what you do, and let you remove it yourself.’” He thrust again, hitting my sweet spot with ease, and stars was I sore – a lot more than I remembered.
“Fine,” I grumbled, and repeated his words back to him three times. It would be fine, right? Then I could actually make it into the office today without resorting to running to the bathroom every half hour, taking three changes of underwear and hoping it was enough, or giving in and using those adult diapers I’d stashed under the far corner of the bed behind the too-small clothes, ripped magazines, and missing socks.
I had this sinking feeling that, if Johnny knew I’d bought them, he’d laugh at me and tell me I was getting old.
But Johnny didn’t know about them, and he thrust into me again. I clenched around him as he hit my prostate, and then relaxed as he pulled out, setting up a rhythm, and he came again.
“Close your eyes,” he told me. He hadn’t pulled out yet.
“John,” I moaned, squirming.
He held my hip tight with one hand and smacked my ass awkwardly with the other. “Stop that. Close your eyes and stay still.”
I sighed and did as he asked, feeling him move behind me – still in me, damnit – and reach under the mattress.
I was glad I’d moved my toys from there. I didn’t know he’d been stashing thing there as well. There was the distinctive sound of the potion jar being opened and then some rustling as he situated himself.
He told me to clench and that it was very important that I not move. So I clenched my ass and held very still as he tilted my ass up and pulled out, careful. Then there was the blunt tip of something else, cold and wet with lube, and my eyes flew open as I jumped slightly, instinctively away. “What!”
His grip had kept me from going too far, or getting whatever it was out of my ass, and it tightened around my hip to be painful. “I told you to hold still.”
I whimpered a bit, and the blunt tip pressed further in, gradually getting larger. John’s grip lightened a bit, but the thing was still going in me – too short and fat to be a dildo at this point, I knew what those felt like – and at this point it was stretching me more. “Stones, John, that’s wider than you,” I told him.
“I know.”
He pressed it in more.
Suddenly, the width changed to something smaller and I felt my anal ring snap around it. And there was something just on the outside of the anal ring spreading my cheeks.
John rubbed my back, tracing a finger down my crack. “I chose a plug slightly wider than I am to help keep everything inside after you’d been stretched so much,” he said, and I could definitely feel how tight it was inside me. It wasn’t near long enough to reach my sweet spot, though it felt like it should have been. “The neck is slightly smaller than I am, to give you something to clench if you’d like, and the base is a wide disc, to help keep that ass of yours spread for me.”
“Stars, John, I said I didn’t want to shit myself, not be your sperm bottle.”
“If it helps, you can pretend to be my baby-momma.”
“That doesn’t help,” I growled, slowly sitting up. I’d promised not to remove it, but stars – I hadn’t expected something like this. “I can’t believe you’re making me keep your cum in me. And you came three times!”
“Five,” he corrected.
I floundered a bit before remembering – yeah, there was the first time. He’d pulled out after that and gone to get something, then came back. I hadn’t lost much out of me then, and hadn’t thought about it. And there was another time when I, half asleep, had told him to just do it, and I’d lain there and let him, not really caring. I’d come three times – he’d orgasmed inside me five.
“Shit, John, what is this?”
He rubbed at my belly and nuzzled my cheek. “Maybe I like to think of you as my baby-momma.”
He gave me a kiss on the neck – one that was sure to leave another mark – and then stood and started dressing. “Remember, you can’t take it out until I come back and do it for you,” he said, dressed and ready to leave before I could sufficiently think of something to argue against that.
It’s hard to think when you’ve got this thick-ass plug keeping you full and filled, damnit. And I felt exposed where the stupid base was spreading me. “And when’s that going to be?” I asked. “Because this thing is going to chafe.”
He smirked. “Probably your pride more than anything else, but you are allowed to spread more lube back there, if you’d like – or use it to get off again, if you want. So long as you don’t try to remove it. I’ll send a car to pick you up for lunch.” Then he kissed me, and left, and damn the man but I couldn’t follow him fast enough with this thing in me.
Fine then. He was going to pick me up for lunch, he could remove it then. Unless he was an ass. And then I'd be in trouble. But he was Gentleman Johnny, right?
I just had to figure out how I was going to get enough lube around it not to chafe and still not look like I’d had an accident in my pants.
Harry/Marcone, Marked
Date: 2011-02-13 04:13 pm (UTC)It drives him wild, sates something primal in him and he wants more. Masturbating alone, pushing his nails into bruises, John can't help but fantasize about Harry standing over him, marking him as his in a different way.
Re: Fill: That Kind of Girl (3/?)
Date: 2011-02-13 04:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-13 05:13 pm (UTC)Re: Quasi-fill - All Sewn Up 2/2
Date: 2011-02-13 05:14 pm (UTC)Truth
Date: 2011-02-13 05:22 pm (UTC)Anon could go so many places with that, but what would blow me away would be the spell making Harry tell John about his massive consent issues, and his history of assault, say things that he's like, "but I don't even think that, I don't feel that way, it wasn't like that," though clearly he does and it was like that. Might work best as established relationship? But I have faith in anon's creative powers.
Re: Truth
Date: 2011-02-13 05:25 pm (UTC)Re: Truth
Date: 2011-02-13 05:32 pm (UTC)Not that I'm discouraging another one or anything; it's an awesome prompt.
Re: Quasi-fill - All Sewn Up 2/2
Date: 2011-02-13 05:43 pm (UTC)Re: Truth
Date: 2011-02-13 05:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-13 06:03 pm (UTC)Re: Truth
Date: 2011-02-13 06:12 pm (UTC)Am all but positive there have been no prompts about this disclosure in specific, though truth potions, yeah.
Re: Harry/Marcone, Marked
Date: 2011-02-13 06:18 pm (UTC)I want a child. Our own child.
Date: 2011-02-13 06:27 pm (UTC)This is a M-Preg Prompt. However, this is going to be different. Instead of getting accidently preggys or forced, this time. Harry's in an established relationship where he does want a child of his own. And being a guy is not going to stop him.
He confronts his lover and decides to ask whether or not he should proceed.
Kink:whatever writer wants
Fucking Machine/Dresden
Date: 2011-02-13 06:33 pm (UTC)OP wants a fic where Harry's maybe taken prisoner and subjected to a fucking machine which was made to withstand magic to a certain degree. His captors decide to play around w/ him by controling the machine before just leaving him alone hours w/ the machine. He tries to deny his organsms, but can't. Eventually, his captors miscalulate how powerful Harry is so Harry breaks the machine after a certain amount of Orgams and takes his revenge.
Bonus if the reason Harry broke the machine is that the machine couldn't handle Harry when Harry sorta broke and just enjoyed it.
OP Here
Date: 2011-02-13 06:35 pm (UTC)I don't mind. This is sorta what I thought of and it was very enjoyable to read.
I do hope John comes back soon though. Harry's gonna be murderous if he doesn't. :D
Re: Public Humiliation: Nicodemus/Dresden
Date: 2011-02-13 06:37 pm (UTC)You should know who I am. I already revealed my identity once already. :)
What's a DL? A train?
No, if you get struck by lighting, you may have to blame Harry. :D
WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! *NagsNagsNags* 8D
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Date: 2011-02-13 06:38 pm (UTC)Molly and Carlos are dating and, despite his big-talking, he's really not ready for the full-on sexy-sex just yet. That doesn't mean they can't have fun, though. I want a long, steamy make-out session complete with dry humping and both of them coming in their pants.