Anonymous Primeval Kink Meme
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moonlettuceI said I wanted kink, so I figured hosting an anonymous Primeval kink meme was one way to go about getting it ::grin::
The Rules:
1. This is an anonymous meme. People should comment with a pairing/threesome/moresome/whatever and your kink/prompt anonymously, and leave comment-fic to any prompt anonymously. The meme will continue until the porn dries up. At that point, please feel free to claim any prompts and/or responses as your own and post them wherever you want :)
2. Please include a pairing/threesome/moresome/whatever and a kink in your prompt. At least one of the characters must be a canonical Primeval character, but apart from that, anything goes, including crossovers.
3. Anyone can play. You can just leave prompts (anonymously ::grin::) or just answer prompts (also anonymously ;) or throw caution to the wind and do both. Anyone can respond to any prompt, and there can be more than one response to a prompt. This post is entirely about the porn, and the more porn we get, the happier everyone will be.
4. Do not troll. This is a kink meme, which means there will possibly be kinks on here that you don't agree with or feel comfortable with. The answer to this is simple: don't write a response the prompt or read the ones already written. Any trolling comments will be deleted. Remember, this is all about the porn, not about the judging.
I have no idea how well this will take off, or if I'll be sitting here all lonely in my kink wanting, but I figured I'd give it a shot ::grin::
Bring me the porn, (anonymous) people!
Edited: Claim what's yours, although feel free to carry on ::grin::
The Rules:
1. This is an anonymous meme. People should comment with a pairing/threesome/moresome/whatever and your kink/prompt anonymously, and leave comment-fic to any prompt anonymously. The meme will continue until the porn dries up. At that point, please feel free to claim any prompts and/or responses as your own and post them wherever you want :)
2. Please include a pairing/threesome/moresome/whatever and a kink in your prompt. At least one of the characters must be a canonical Primeval character, but apart from that, anything goes, including crossovers.
3. Anyone can play. You can just leave prompts (anonymously ::grin::) or just answer prompts (also anonymously ;) or throw caution to the wind and do both. Anyone can respond to any prompt, and there can be more than one response to a prompt. This post is entirely about the porn, and the more porn we get, the happier everyone will be.
4. Do not troll. This is a kink meme, which means there will possibly be kinks on here that you don't agree with or feel comfortable with. The answer to this is simple: don't write a response the prompt or read the ones already written. Any trolling comments will be deleted. Remember, this is all about the porn, not about the judging.
I have no idea how well this will take off, or if I'll be sitting here all lonely in my kink wanting, but I figured I'd give it a shot ::grin::
Bring me the porn, (anonymous) people!
Edited: Claim what's yours, although feel free to carry on ::grin::
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Date: 2009-01-10 02:14 am (UTC)Nick's looking at him now, eyes wide and cheeks flushed and cock hard. "Please--" he says, holding out a small tube.
It's the first time Stephen's worn lipstick, chemical taste somehow different now that it's on his own lips as opposed to being kissed of someone else's.
"Oh god, you look--"
Stupid, ridiculous, like a six-foot bloke in a dress that should be clinging to curves he just doesn't have.
"--amazing."
Nick's voice almost breaks in the middle as his hand steals down to press on his dick. "Stephen, please--" he implores.
And Stephen still doesn't know how the lipstick looked on his lips, but he's strangely proud of the way it looks ringing the base of Nick's cock.
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Date: 2009-01-10 05:40 pm (UTC)Not terribly kinky, I'm afraid
Date: 2009-01-10 06:01 pm (UTC)"Leg bone," Stephen answers, his breath ghosting across the side of Nick's neck.
Stephen's breaking the rules. The rules have never been spoken aloud, but they both know what they are, and number one on the list is 'no touching other than arms and shoulders.' But Stephen's hand is on his back, warm and transgressive.
"A freshman could have deduced that."
"Then why did you ask?"
"I--" Nick turns toward him without thinking, and stops, because Stephen is right there. Male and caring, and nothing like Helen.
"You," Stephen echoes, his voice sinfully soft and the number of possible meanings contained in that single syllable are almost enough to distract Nick from the moment.
Almost.
There are a dozen reasons why he and Stephen together is a terrible idea, but he can feel Stephen's heat and the urge to reach out, to rest a hand on a body he's spent years trying not to notice is hard to resist.
"It's time," Stephen says gently, like he's approaching a skittish animal.
Knowing he can't let all of the first moves be Stephen's, Nick closes the space remaining between them.
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Date: 2009-01-10 06:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-10 06:40 pm (UTC)- Nick/Stephen - Nick handcuffing Stephen and losing control due to jealousy
- Abby/Connor(/Lester) - watching a quickie without being seen
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Date: 2009-01-11 07:46 pm (UTC)"Want it inside," he says, a bit demandingly.
"Wait a minute." The words are growled. He loves the accent, loves the man. Just wishes he'd get a bloody move on.
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Date: 2009-01-11 09:15 pm (UTC)The shop keepers didn't look at him twice when he went and bought the underwear, at least not in the way he was worried about. Even though it had gone so well he'd panicked and rushed home, finding himself curious. Slipping it on, smooth and tight, constricting him; it feels odd but he keeps it on, tells himself he can surprise Nick later on. He never does, he sits and eats dinner, nods and hmms in all the right places, constantly aware of the change, of his secret.
It's a month later when he gets to that original plan, leaning in the doorway to the lounge in a long silky red dress one evening.
Nick is appropriately speechless as Stephen saunters across to the sofa, but it's his turn when he feels Nick's hand smoothing up his thigh, tracing the line of the split in the dress, shifting the silk against his skin, both sensations filling him with lust. The tightness of the knickers confines his arousal, a little painful but at the same time welcomed to keep control - this is an occasion to be remembered, he wants the feeling to linger longer, though he doubts that it will be the last night like this.
Nick slides off the silk panties in order to press his cock against Stephen's. He does it slowly though, so Stephen knows what's coming, so the anticipation builds until he can't stand it and it's him that breaks. Him that pushes Nick back on the sofa, hoisting the folds of fabric up to fulfil what he's been thinking about all day ever since he slid the underwear on in the bathroom after his shower, knowing he'd be free of it later - knowing why and dreaming how. Flesh on flesh. Nick's is warm and already slightly lubricated with pre-cum, just enough to slick over his hand as he grasps them both, simultaneously thrusting beside, against, Nick's cock and working the heads into his other hand for extra sensation, something to push into. After that there's a rush of minutes he can't remember as anything more than pure wantonness, a continuation of all he'd been thinking of finally made real, a hazy buildup to a climax that has them panting and sticky.
“I think we've ruined the dress,” says Nick, like he's not too sure what else he can say, it's almost like making polite conversation, and is terribly unlike him given they've just had damned hot sex. You'd think he'd be more relaxed. Stephen puts it down to the strange situation they're in, practically tangled up in several reams of the dresses silk skirt now covered in semen, with rips going up part the original slits from when he'd gotten more enthused.
“Don't worry,” Stephen grins, “there's more where that came from.”
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Date: 2009-01-13 02:59 am (UTC)"No is not the correct answer, dear Nick."
She leered as she undid the zip of her skirt and let it flutter to the floor. The door was unlocked and the Dean was on his way. Nick moved to slide around her but failed. She seized his arm and flung him against the wall, plastering herself along the length of him. She rolled her hips against his and laughed. She knew how he reacted to the way she manhandled him and she took advantage at every turn.
"Helen please... he'll be here..."
Her lips pressed savagely against his, demanding and forceful. Her hands moved along him possessively, undoing, teasing and rubbing. Nick only half heartedly pushed at her. She could flip him on like a switch and she was using every trick now.
"Now, Nick. I want you now."
"No, Helen... stop."
He grabbed at her hands but she pulled them away, striking him sharply on the cheek.
"I said NOW, Nick."
Nick blinked at her for a moment, a bit stunned from the slap. She smiled again, that feral, crazy smile and shoved his jeans down his thighs. When he shouted in protest, she flung him down on the desk. Papers fluttered around them.
"Now."
She took hold of him and squeesed. It was not gentle. Nick groaned loudly.
"Yes Helen... Now," he breathed. He was so hard he could scarcely believe it.
Shoving the crotch of her knickers aside, Helen lowered herself onto his cock, growling. They clawed at each other, pulling and shoving against one another in a frenzied rut. It was fast and shocking. Nick came hard as she slammed down on him, clawing at his chest.
"Yes... perfect," She inhaled sharply and smiled as she slid from him.
Bending for her skirt began to laugh.
"I think the Dean's coming."
Nick swore and scrambled to get himself together.
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Date: 2009-01-13 03:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-13 03:19 am (UTC)No one had done this to Nick before. The though had never held much interest previously but the practice was proving to be something else entirely.
"Don't muck about... "
Speech was fleeing at a swift rate from the effects of the hot, slick suction of Stephen's mouth and the gentle probing twists of his finger. One step from actual buggery perhaps, but if this was what he could look forward to he'd be face down over his desk at every opportunity.
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Date: 2009-01-13 04:58 am (UTC)For example, he's aware that Helen has been in his ARC exactly three times without his consent. He's aware of Ryan and Stephen's constant pissing contest as bodyguard to the coveted Nick Cutter that threatens everyday to turn into a contest of an entirely different kind. He's aware that when Abby and Connor say they're going to the rec room to make a pot of coffee, they're really planning a fast shag right there against the counter.
Though he's mostly aware of that one because he's trapped behind the desk not five feet away from them, having bent down to retrieve his pen then failed to make his presence known before Connor and Abby burst in, deemed the room empty, and started at it.
It's undignified, really, for a man of his rank and stature to be huddling behind a desk, watching two of his subordinates have fast, anxious sex in their place of business. And he is watching, though not out of some pervy desire— seeing any part of Connor or really Abby for that matter connected with sex was kind of high on his list of Things James Lester Can Die Blissfully Happy Without Ever Having Seen— but because he wants to make sure they don't notice him. He's let this hiding thing go on for far too long now to make the situation anything but excruciatingly embarrassing were they to realize he were there. They might expect him to talk about it. They might expect him to acknowledge he had seen what surely is making him consider putting his eyes out with his own pen—
No, that isn't fair. While Connor and Abby are not exactly the most beautiful people around, there are far more disturbing couples. In fact, as Lester watches them stumble a little about the room, hands and mouths seeking and fumbling, he thinks they may be a little boring.
After all, Connor's only just backed Abby against the counter, and while his hands are on either side of her face and his tongue appears to be undertaking a voyage down her windpipe, there is no blazing fire in his motions, no thrusting hips or bruising grip or near-violent control. But then, this is Connor, Lester almost snorts to himself. Any fire in that skinny whelp would probably knock him on his own ass, not get him any closer to having a piece of Abby's. Still, his steady, unhurried determination is a little unexpected.
Abby, for her part, is behaving a little more like what Lester would expect of someone sneaking in a fast shag at work while hoping no one walks in. She's writhing in Connor's grip, almost as though she can't quite figure out how to stand when he's kissing her like that, though it's clear she's leading the act. She gets her hand down the front of Connor's pants, makes him moan into her mouth, yanks him closer and lifts herself onto the counter in a surprising deft motion, legs curling tightly around his waist.
Lester wonders for a moment how often they've done this and feels vaguely uncomfortable before remembering just what he's watching unfold in front of him and realized he should be feeling extremely uncomfortable and it is annoying weird that he isn't.
But there's something in the way Connor braces himself over Abby, something in the way she puts her arms around him and their heads rest on one another's shoulders and their eyes are closed that makes it hard for Lester to remember he's simply watching two people have sex. As their thrust start deep and slow and they whisper each other's names in soft counterpoint, Lester feels for a second as though he's watching two people have something more.
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Date: 2009-01-13 04:59 am (UTC)Lester finds himself mortifyingly hard-pressed to control his breathing as Abby slides from the counter and into Connor's arms, half-embracing even as she helps him do up his pants and straightens her clothes. He doesn't feel horny but he doesn't feel right, and nearly stands up to begin shouting who-knows-what at them when Abby suddenly turns and pulls the coffee pot from the machine and Connor reaches around her to grab the cups. Somehow at the start of their tryst she had had the presence of mind to flick on the machine, what had been clearly set up and ready.
Forced to admire such thoughtfulness, Lester ducks his head to contain the chuckle that threatens to expose him. He leaves it down as Abby and Connor murmur a few soft words and there's the gentle wet sound of a kiss, followed by footsteps and the door closing. Lester waits a few more seconds before climbing to his feet, and, sore and aching, exits the room. He know he'll never be able to look at Connor and Abby in the same way, but he thinks maybe that won't be such a bad thing.
He also is really in the mood for one of those cups of coffee.
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Date: 2009-01-18 06:23 pm (UTC)"No." Connor squeaked. He was bent across Cutter's dining room table, wrists tied with thick rope secured to one of the table legs. He couldn't see Cutter when he turned his head - there were too many piles of papers on the table to see where he was standing. He could occasionally see Stephen as he stalked round the table. This wasn't what he'd expected when Cutter had said he'd needed a private talk about Connor's attitude.
"I'm not sure you really understand Connor."
He could hear from the voice that Cutter hadn't moved, so the firm hand on the small of his back must have been Stephen's.
He found himself jerked upwards, trousers and boxers yanked down and slammed back on to the table - and the only thing he could think was 'he must have done that before'. Stephen's hand was on the small of his back again, gentle and reassuring pressure. Confusion was rapidly giving way to horniness, especially as Stephen stroked down his arse.
"You see Connor," the closeness of Cutter's voice in his ear when he'd been concentrating on Stephen made him jump, "teamwork is all about trust. Do you trust me? Do you trust us?"
Connor nodded. "Yesss." He'd meant to sound sure, instead he just sounded pleading.
"So you understand that we've got to teach you a lesson?"
"Please."
The first slap still came as a shock. Then enough pause to let the heat suffuse, and slapped again.
Cutter's voice washed over him with the pain and heat. "Stephen's good at this. Big hands. And he likes it. I prefer to watch."
He oculdn't even see Cutter from where he was, but knew he must be perched on the table, the other side of Connor from where Stephen was - but just the image of Cutter touching himself as Stephen rained down the slaps was enough to make Connor groan and try and hump the table.
Connor lost all track of time, but suddenly the slaps stopped. Then a warm dampness across his arse - the tender redness was being licked. He could hear Cutter's breathing getting harsher.
When he spoke Cutter's voice was completely cracked. "Pity you can't see this Connor. We'll have to get a mirror."
"So tell me."
"Jesus-" Cutter whimpered. "Stephen's on his knees, hand round his cock and tongue on your arse, that good enough for you?"
Connor heard Stephen laughing, felt it where his tounge lay on sensitised flesh and that was enough to make him come. He lay like a rag doll across the table as Nick and Stephen rutted across the piles of papers, too far gone for anything more than a quick climax.
Then they untied Connor, and helped him with tasks that he'd temporarily forgotten how to do (standing up, putting on trousers).
"Um. Uh. Is that just for disciplinary stuff, or do we get that for teambuilding too?"
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Date: 2009-01-19 02:35 am (UTC)