Prompt me?

[hoosierbitch]

I am having trouble getting anything written. It is starting to worry me. Please help?

Prompt me with:
1. A timestamp - (2 years after Ice Ice Baby, 1 hour after Playing Pretend - pick any story and a length of time!)
2. A time when...
3. Any kink. (You can pick characters/situations, too, but at minimum: a kink!)

And I will do my best to write something for it!

Fandoms I'll write in: White Collar (duh), Sky High, Leverage, Friday Night Lights, Merlin, Community, Ancient Greek tragedies


Thanks in advance, lovely beautiful people!

Comments

[katikat.livejournal.com]

Okay, I can do kink *cracks knuckles* WhiCo, Peter/Neal. A butt plug. Peter makes Neal wear a butt plug to work/to a dinner/somewhere. What does Neal feel? How does Peter react to it?

[hoosierbitch.livejournal.com]

He squirted a little more lube onto his hand before slicking it onto the plug. "Look at your little hole," he murmured, rubbing his thumb against Neal's entrance, a tease of friction against his sensitive skin. Neal was on his knees, face pressed against the mattress, legs spread. Already breathing heavily and Peter had barely gotten started.

He prlaced the tip plug against Neal's hole and braced the base against his thigh. "Push back." And he held steady while Neal shuffled up onto his elbows and started to press backwards, smiling as he saw Neal's shoulders tense and heard his breath hitch.


The first rounded section slid in easily enough. A solid shove, a surprised gasp, Peter's hands on Neal's hips to keep him from pulling away. "Only two more to go."

Neal nodded and started to move again. The second swell of the plug was bigger - maybe two or three more inches in diameter, and from the muffled shout that Neal failed to bite back when he got past the widest part and his hole clenched down, it wasn't comfortable. Peter reached between his legs and started stroking his cock, teasing at his slit. "One more, Neal. Hurry up - we've got reservations in half an hour."

It took so much longer for the third one to get it. He watched Neal's hole try to expand, the skin of his rim going white and bloodless each time, before Neal pulled back. It was beautiful - but it was taking too long. Peter adjusted the plug against his hip, grabbed Neal around the waist, and pulled him back.

Neal's arms buckled and he fell forward, another inch sliding in. "So good," Peter whispered, too quietly for Neal to hear him over the steady stream of whimpers spilling out of his mouth. "Just a little - more - " And Neal was clutching at the bedspread, rocking his hips urgently in Peter's grasp.

"Relax," he ordered. And Neal froze, and took a deep breath, and sobbed when Peter gave one last shove and it slid in.

Just a black circle, a bit of rubber, remained visible. He twisted it in a circle and smirked when Neal's whole body convulsed. "Get dressed. You've got..." He checked his watch. "Five minutes." He stood up, brushed his suit off, and went downstairs to make small talk with June.

[themkshrine.livejournal.com]

2 and 3: A Kink at A Time When...Neal joins Peter in the shower. Could be first time, Neal won't take no for an answer, or they're late for work and Neal doesn't care. The important points are: wet, naked, raunchy.

GO.

Shower Sex in 3 Drabbles

[hoosierbitch.livejournal.com]

Neal is in his bed. In his bed and naked, hair a mess, hickeys on his neck, sheets tangled around his legs. Peter turns the temperature and strokes his cock, letting the spray beat down on his shoulders. It had been - he had been rough. He'd fucked Neal against the wall and then on the floor, coming twice before they even made it to the bed. Had draped Neal over the edge and spanked him before he'd let him come. It had been two weeks since their last time, and Neal had been hungry but Peter had been starving.

*

The shower stall wasn't designed to hold two people. It's got walls on three sides and a sliding glass door on the fourth for him to lean against. Barely enough room between his spread legs for Neal to kneel, hands wrapped around Peter's thighs to hold them steady, the water not hitting him but the rising steam making him dizzy. He pulls Neal's wet hair and he slides off his cock with an obscene sound. Peter strokes his cock and comes on Neal's face, long white streaks, an intoxicating sight. Neal licks his lips and the water takes it away.

*

He washes Neal's hair with his ridiculously expensive shampoo. Massages it through Neal's curls, over the crown of his head, behind his ears, the dip in his neck, and all over again. Keeps Neal pulled tight against his chest and they breathe together, the same steam and scent and air filling them both. Works the shampoo into a lather, from the roots to the ends and then just keeps rubbing. Slowly, Neal relaxes. Lets Peter support his weight. Closes his eyes and rocks his hips slowly, hard from the friction of the water and Peter's hands in his hair.

[surreal-44.livejournal.com]

2&3: Neal doesn't mind being on the bottom, but he feels that Peter needs to learn to trust him too.

Peter consents to being tied up so Neal can have his way with him , but he wasn't planning for it to happen at that moment.

Too much? I'll come up with a new prompt. :-D

[photoash.livejournal.com]

1. Fic: I want tomorrow
Timestamp - 1 Month after the end
2. A time when Neal is finally starting to feel that Peter and El can give him a little more
3. Neal showing his gratitude to them -- kink options can be DP, rough sex, fisting, whatever :)

I was trying to think of a story that I don't think you are actively working on a sequel to. If that one is too obscure then

1. Piercing story <3 - 1 month after it ended
2. A time when Neal is getting a piercing(s)
3. Needle play! Rough sex, piercings you know what I like!

*hugs* you are worrying too much on the writings!

[hoosierbitch.livejournal.com]

DEAR ASH,

YES. YES YES YES.

I WILL WRITE YOU MORE PIERCING!KINK TOMORROW. Needle!play, nipple!piercings, rough sex: YES.

I <3 YOU HARDCORE. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

[(Anonymous)]

White Collar:
A time when El (or Peter or both) had to punish Neal with weights?
or
Neal in a cheerleader's outfit. Because.
or
A time when Peter felt inadequtate. Sexually. And how he handled that. For some reason, I see El cracking up by the end of that.
or
Major sensory deprivation- sound and sight
or
A time when Neal took jinxing seriously (maybe to prove a point?) and has to make Peter say his name five times before he'll talk again. Up to you whether he uses Peter's exasperated "Neal"s or used sex to make Peter say his name.
or
A time when Neal was spying on El while she's doing mundane things. Thinking how much that tall lamp looked like a stripper pole as she approached it or how her skirt pulls across her thighs.

Weights

[hoosierbitch.livejournal.com]

Somehow being in the living room made him feel even more naked. The curtains were drawn, the door was locked, it wasn't like anyone could see him, it was just - there were decorative pillows on the couch. And beautiful, mismatched pictures on the walls, and El's books from college scattered on the shelves, and a half-empty beer on a cheap coaster by the television - and then there was Neal, naked and sweating and trying not to beg.

"One more," Peter said, sliding another weight onto the ball stretcher. Neal clenched his teeth and concentrated on not falling over. "If you're good, I'll take them off after dinner." He flicked Neal's balls with a finger and watched them sway, the weights acting like a pendulum. "Perfect."

He went back to the kitchen to start cooking. El walked in a few minutes later. She took her coat off, put her bag by the stairs, slid her heels off with a relieved sigh. She gave Neal a kiss on the cheek before going into the kitchen.

"What did he do?"

"Flirted with Diana again."

She poked her head out of the kitchen and sighed at him. "Oh, Neal. When are you going to learn?"

He zoned out while they chatted. He didn't try to distract himself - it wouldn't have been possible. The pain was intense, it stretched through his groin, intensified with every breath.

"Neal - come in here! Peter won't let me cook, and I'm bored!" He shuffled over as quickly as he could manage. His balls smacked against his thighs, the weights seemed to get heavier with every step. El was sitting up on the counter, and she motioned for him to come stand between her legs. She hitched her skirt up between her thighs and wrapped her arms around him. "Good boy."

She kissed the back of his neck and then started pinching his nipples. "Peter, has he come yet?"

"No," he said, adding more oregano to the sauce. "Go ahead."

"I don't want to get my hands dirty, I just washed them! Neal, jerk yourself off."

[daria234.livejournal.com]

You are cool for offering to do this. I would be thrilled if wanted to do any of these (not everyone's cup of tea so I left more than one):

Merlin/Arthur established relationship with bottom!Arthur: a time when Arthur was travelling alone and Merlin used magic to make him 'feel' what he would if Merlin were there

White Collar Peter/Neal: a time when Neal got Peter to try a kink even though Peter really didn't want to, but then Peter liked it so much Neal regretted it.

Peter/Neal or Eliot/anyone of the team, sex outside in a garden or the woods (is that a kink? if it's not, then hairpulling kink).

[hoosierbitch.livejournal.com]

THAT MERLIN PROMPT IS SO MADE OF WIN, I DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND IT.

I WILL WRITE AND POST IT TOMORROW. OMG. I AM SO HAPPY. I GOT MERLIN ICONS SO I WILL BE READY. :D

THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH!

(I might do hairpulling & outside sex later, too!)

*HUGS*

with you always 1/?

[hoosierbitch.livejournal.com]

"I'll be watching you," Merlin said. "So don't do anything stupid."

"Oh, come on! It's a long trip, and the courtesy Denthor shows to his guests is legendary, you can hardly expect me to decline it!" Merlin's eyes blazed yellow and Arthur lost his words in a swell of lust. He didn't have time to tell Merlin he'd been joking - really, he was - before invisible hands grabbed his limbs and held him stretched across the mattress. He licked his lips, rolled his hips, and waited for Merlin to join him.

They stretched their goodbyes into the dark hours of morning, and when they rode out of the courtyard at dawn Merlin's jealous gaze followed them.

*

It started on the third day. Light touches against the back of his neck when there was no wind, no one near him. Feather-light kisses on his neck, behind his ear, the small of his back. He dismissed it as pointless longing for Merlin's touch. They hadn't been apart this long before, his mind was playing tricks on him. He ignored it as best he could.

*

On the fourth day, a few hours into their ride, he was suddenly full. As if Merlin's cock were attached to his saddle and each stride his stallion took thrust it further inside him - he tensed, looked around wildly, bit his lip to keep from moaning and felt the pressure of lips against his. A push inside his mouth even though his teeth were closed - Merlin.

It grew. They had hours more of riding and whatever Merlin was doing inside of him - whatever phantom form he'd magicked into Arthur's body, it was getting bigger. His cock was hard and dripping inside his trousers, his breath knocked out of him with each movement, sweat dripping down his back. When he dismounted, he thought it would go away. That it was somehow tied to the saddle or the horse or the movement of his steps but - no. He dismounted, felt whatever was inside of him press against his prostate harder than was honestly pleasurable, and leaned against his steed as he came.

It stayed in him until he was in his tent, under his bedroll, wrapping his hand around his soaked cock, and then it faded.

[gin200168.livejournal.com]

All ideas WC OT3 (cause it's EPIC and makes me happy)

One (or more) times where something Neal and Peter did made Elizabeth laugh and love them even more.

Ties. N & E are SURE there are much better uses for Peter's ugly ties than letting him wear them.

And this is SORTA a kink-- I am DYING for someone to write something about Neal making art. Preferably of El, or Peter, or El and Peter (or El & Peter & him) or something for them, something original and not a copy. EVEN BETTER-- art ON them. Using their skin as canvas.




Um, sorry, they don't have all 3 elements...


(Also? I have a Moz & Neal friendship fic that needs some love, if you're interested.)

[hoosierbitch.livejournal.com]

I will probably play with the tie!kink tomorrow - I don't think I can do artist!kink, though, because two other people have done such an amazing job with it, I'd end up just writing the same thing: http://community.livejournal.com/collarkink/516.html?thread=223236#t223236

And another beautiful one here: http://scatterglory.livejournal.com/9492.html

I am actually too busy to beta, sorry! I'm juggling SO MANY different stories right now, I have no spare brain space. GOOD LUCK! There's a beta list on whitecollarfic with a lot of wonderful volunteers!

[elrhiarhodan]

What ever happened to the Corset!Kink piece? Neal in Dior "New Look"?

If not that, then could you do anything with Mean!Peter and Meaner!Neal? Both in black leather - fighting for dominance?

cross-dressing 1/?

[hoosierbitch.livejournal.com]

Okay, I haven't touched this in a while, but here's what I got:

*

"We've gotten an unusual request from the FDA. They want to use Caffrey for an undercover bust."

Peter narrows his eyes. "The last time Neal was under someone else's supervision he got kidnapped and tazed. Twice. He could get nerve damage from that, you know." Neal seemed unaffected by the events that had transpired on Agent Rice's case (but then, Neal seemed unaffected by everything besides slights to his 'alleged' skills. And Peter's wardrobe).

"They're willing to let you in. You'll be able to watch the video feeds real-time, you'll be able to pull the plug whenever you feel Caffrey is in danger."

"They - what the hell kind of op are they running that they're willing to give us that kind of leeway?"

"Apparently," Hughes says, sliding a folder across the desk, "one very uniquely suited to Neal's...talents."

*

"Neal, we've got a new case."

"If it's mortgate fraud again, I will shoot you."

"But you hate guns."

"I hate mortgage fraud even more."

"It's not mortgage fraud."

Neal looked at him curiously. "So what is it?"

"You're going undercover, baby." Neal's breath caught in his throat and his heart did some unhealthy calisthenics in his chest from the sound of the quiet endearment. Peter slid some photos in front of him. They were poorly lit candid shots, taken inside expensive bars and clubs. They showed an assortment of tall, strong women hanging on the arm of some burly well-dressed man.

"What's the con? I mean, job?"

Peter's finger pointed to one of the women - handsome, strong features, beautiful dress - "the mark likes men in drag."

Neal just raised an eyebrow. "So my work as Sandra Hanley didn't go entirely unnoticed?"

"Well you didn't avoid all the cameras and your eyes are hard to miss, Caffrey. Especially with all that mascara you piled on."

"Damn. I knew I should have just sucked it up and worn the contacts." He looked up at Peter imploringly. "They made my eyes water in the worst way. I looked like a racoon when they were in."

[speccygeekgrrl.livejournal.com]

How about a time when Neal wanted to kiss Mozzie? (Too tame? I just really want kissing fic right now.)

Four Times That Neal Almost Kissed Moz 1/4

[hoosierbitch.livejournal.com]

DANG YOU I WAS ABOUT TO GO TO BED! You and your awesome prompt...

WARNINGS: Underage sex, prostitution

Four Times That Neal Almost Kissed Moz

1.

He'd been starving. Literally. It had been two days since he'd eaten anything, four since his last full meal. And he knew that desperation was unattractive to all but the roughest of johns but he couldn't help it. He went down on his knees and swallowed their cum like he was grateful for the protein, took their money when they were nice enough not to walk away and leave him begging for it. He'd tried to argue the first time a john had stiffed him. It - it wasn't something he was going to do again.

And then - and then there was Moz. The strangest of guardian angels. Who came out of the dark and looked him over and said: "Kid, one day they're going to write poems about you." Neal had growled at him and Moz had laughed and crouched and stared him in the eyes. "Beautiful epics. In meter."

And he'd taken Neal to a 24-hour diner and bought him a chocolate milkshake and biscuits and gravy and a side of hashbrowns and a soda and hadn't touched him or leered at him or ordered him to do a single thing except chew with his mouth closed.

When Moz walked him back to the corner Neal licked a bit of ketchup from the corner of his mouth and stepped close, lowering his eyes and taking a deep breath and Moz had laughed. "Starving artists are only desirable in theory, kid. Not in practice."

They met five more times before Moz told him what his name was.

[gyzym.livejournal.com]

Okay, here's a kink for you:

Adrenaline. I know it's crazy, but I love the idea of Peter fucking Neal like...on the runner of a NYC building roof or on a rickety old balcony. That chase thrill they both love, only it's the fuckfuckfuck danger thing instead.

I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF I AM MAKING SENSE, BUT I DESIRE IT. I will write you whatever kink you like it return, shoot me a prompt, I need to broaden my porn horizons :D

[asimaiyat.livejournal.com]

If you're still taking requests...

Can I have Peter/Neal or Peter/Elizabeth/Neal service-oriented submission? Like, Neal giving them footrubs and bringing them drinks and stuff?

My kinks: kind of boring actually. :-/

[hoosierbitch.livejournal.com]

I LIKE THIS IDEA.

(Do you want it to have/not have a sexual element to the relationship?)

[wersheep.livejournal.com]

am very late and not really sure this qualifies as a kink..but here it goes.

Neal sees Peter topless for the first time...Peter has large scar winding across his torso...reaction?

PS long time lurker, but love your WC stories (am feeling very naughty everytime I read them )

[hoosierbitch.livejournal.com]

Hi, wersheep! Nicetameetcha - and thanks for the lovely compliment! :D

I WILL ABSOLUTELY WRITE THIS.

Questions: do you want sexy!times? Hurt-comfort? Neal (or Peter) with a full-on scar!kink, or just revelation of an aspect of Peter Neal hadn't expected...? (Basically: what about this idea intrigues you?)

If you want me to just work from the prompt you gave me, I WILL DO THAT! But if you want specific details/plot-points, lemme know! :D

<3
B

Oh, I Just Can't Resist

[shotboxer.livejournal.com]

It's probably been done to death already, but spanking, by both Peter and El with Neal doing his best to talk his way out of it would be a bonus
And, since I've got a thing for El on top - Peter and Neal in trouble together and having to face El's wrath . . .

OT3 Spanking

[hoosierbitch.livejournal.com]

Hi, shotboxer! Nice to meet you, glad you came to play! :D

I don't think I can remember reading any fics where both El and Peter spank Neal at the same time. AND THAT IS JUST NOT OKAY. I'm gonna try and work in El topping both of them for ya, I've never written that before - hopefully it'll turn out okay!

*

Neal always yelled at the first hit. No matter what gags were in his mouth, no matter what she threatened him with, no matter if they used a paddle or a whip or her hairbrush, the first strike was always too much. And today she'd told Peter to use the new paddle. It was beautiful - handcarved, dark varnished wood, riddled with holes that left angry red circles dotted over the pale skin of Neal's ass.

"El, please, I didn't mean to - God, I'll do whatever you want me to do, please - "

"Peter, hit him again. Twice on the left side." There was no hesitation. Just the sound of wood on flesh, the whistle of it through the air, the hurt shouts forced out of Neal's mouth.

"I'll eat you out, El, I'll lick you for hours, and you can fuck me and - "

"Three. On the left again."

Neal's hands fisted but the way she'd had Peter position him over the table there was nothing for him to hold on to. Nothing for him to brace himself against, nothing to stop his torso writhing up, twisting to the side, trying to escape. Nothing but El's orders.

Peter was standing behind him. Naked, hard, the paddle hanging from his hand.

"Give me the paddle, and bend over next to him."

God, her husband was beautiful. And he so rarely let her order him like this - did what she said and obeyed without question. Stood still long enough for her to look her fill. He was blushing, of course. She licked her lips and took the paddle from him. She laid a few quick smacks to the right side of Neal's ass - she hated when the red wasn't an even shade. Spanked him until he was practically dancing, shifting his weight so quickly, promising her everything she'd ever wanted from him before - obedience, sex, favors, silence - she spanked him until he sobbed.

"Get on your knees and suck my husband's dick, Neal. Peter - if you come before I tell you to come, it will be much worse for you."

She got a leather strap for Peter. She'd be able to use it for longer without inflicting too much damage. He just didn't like pain at the same levels Neal did. But they'd been bad, and deserved to be punished. "Is he taking your whole cock, Peter? Is he licking it the way you like? Sucking it hard enough?"

"Yes," he groaned.

"Describe it to me." She wrapped her hand around the leather and got to work.

[shingo-the-pest.livejournal.com]

He drives himself in twice more and breathes in Neal’s startled cries.

I think it's so hot when the bottom is startled and not expecting the thrusts or the fucking. And an unexpected thrust inside makes me sadistically happy. >3