hoosierbitch | Prompt me?

Oh, there's another part already up.

And it's ..... absurdly hot.

Like there's no way it should be that hot. The last two paragraphs were just scorching.

And I am thrilled! Thank you!

And yet still... I'm totally asking for more. I'm shameless.

Plus your last line clearly suggests something fun soon enough ...

They'd done it once before. With a full container of lotion and hours of foreplay, with Merlin whispering in his ear and sucking his cock and slowly, inch by inch, working his entire hand inside of Arthur. It had been - it had been hard. Not the actual physical process of it, which hadn't hurt so much as it burned, but the - the letting go. Having to leave himself open and relaxed and trusting Merlin to be...gentle with him. Needing Merlin to take his time, and ask Arthur over and over if he was sure, did it hurt, how did it feel, Arthur, Arthur, you're so strong, can't believe you can take this, look at you -

This time, there was no lube. But then, there was no friction. There were no more phantom kisses on the back of his neck, no invisible fingers on his cock, no sense that this was Merlin - his Merlin - just pressure. It would inflate inside of him and then vanish, appear again only deeper inside him - his hole could be closed but inside of him, oh, God it was so big, too big, he choked on the sobs Merlin worked from him.

There was a silencing spell, yes, but no spell that would hide him, disguise him. The flap of the tent didn't lock, anyone could walk in and see - and see him spread by an invisible lover, his hole gaping wide and growing, his cock dripping precum steadily. And still the pressure grew.

And he screamed into his bedroll, and thrust back - but Merlin wasn't there, the frantic motion of his hips was no good at all. He kept rutting desperately anyway. There was no one to see how badly he wanted more, see what Merlin did to him - not even Merlin was there to see it and it gave him a terrifying freedom. He didn't hold back.

It felt like Merlin's hand. And then - and then it felt like two. Two wrists against his rim, two sets of knuckles rubbing against his flesh, ten fingers pressing against his prostate, squeezing it - they'd never done that before. Merlin wasn't holding him down anymore. He rolled onto his back, his thighs screaming from being stretched too far too long, his knees aching from the hard ground, and still Merlin pressed deeper inside him.

When he looked down his torso, he could see it. See his body stretching to accommodote, Merlin carelessly demanding it from him, Merlin, how can you - where are you - "Merlin!"

And it stopped, it left, and he looked at himself and the only movement in his body was his lungs panting for air, his thighs shaking as they tried to close, the precum still spilling from his cock. He felt empty. Abandoned.

"Merlin - fuck, come back, I'm sorry - I'll do better. I can take it, I want it, come back."

He'd been hurt worse. Dozens of times. In war and training and tournaments, it was nothing new. (But Merlin had never hurt him. Merlin had cleaned him up and bandaged him and rubbed ointment on his bruises, Merlin who had strength Arthur couldn't even comprehend had never - )

He was strong enough to take whatever Merlin gave him. There was no shame in submitting, but there was shame in failure. He'd never backed down from a fight before.

Then there was pressure, like the tip of a finger against his check. It was wet - none of Merlin's touches had been wet before. And he realized he'd been crying. "Don't be such a girl, Merlin, I'm fine - "

And he didn't know if Merlin could hear him, he guessed that Merlin could see him, but suddenly there were fingers in his mouth to stop him from saying anything more. Pressing his tongue down, keeping his lips parted, stroking his cheeks. And there were lips - lips and teeth, teasing at his neck, biting into his collarbone, on both of his nipples at the same time.

With every movement he made, his ass ached. When he pressed his chest up to get Merlin to bite harder, it started to hurt. By the time the fingers left his mouth and the teeth around his nipples had left them sore and peaked and a dark, angry red - by then he realized Merlin was sorry.

"It's okay," he said clearly, hoping Merlin would read his lips. "It's okay."

He knew the shape of Merlin's hands. The width of his palms, his skinny fingers, the sure, firm grip. Merlin jerked him off quickly, efficiently, and when Arthur came - he'd been hard for hours, ages, since he'd left Merlin behind - he cried out Merlin's name.

He cleaned himself up. Wiped off the mess from his stomach, sorted out the bedroll, and told himself to go to sleep. After an hour of staring blankly at the tent wall an arm wrapped around his chest. Merlin's knees pressed against the back of his legs. Merlin's chin hooked over his shoulder. And he fell asleep.

Whee! I'm so glad you're liking it! It gets a bit, uh. Dark. Because my porn and my angst are like that...sorry it it's turning out to not be your cuppa tea - if you want more loving/sexing times, I can write Arthur's return to Camelot. Y/N?

EXCELLENT! Thank you so much! :D :D :D :D

I'm so glad I pleaded for prompts. I AM HAVING SO MUCH FUN. (I have reposted this fic, tho, because TYPOS ARE NOT SEXY.)

<3

YOU ARE AN AWESOME ANON!

Thanks for giving me the shout-out on the meme! I'm so glad I could hit your kinks, even if I hadn't meant to!! (And also: that is a SEXY FRIGGIN' PROMPT. In the office? UNF UNF UNF.

...maybe I will write a sequel. Hmm....)

:D :D :D

Feel free to leave a prompt or two here if you want more! I'd be happy to provide. :D

You are so very, very welcome! Thank you for helping me out! Have fun working on your BB fic - it's gonna be EPIC!

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<3 This. I have to say that number 3 really shines, particularly as it closes. I felt stuck back in prison with Neal when it ended. </3

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."

*laughs*

Well, I already left a review on the meme, but: WHAT A GREAT FILL! I saw that someone responded to the prompt you left, hopefully they'll get that done for you soon. :D

Thanks! :-) Ironically, it ended up being a piece I wrote for one of my giant prompt table prompts (yep, one of the 13 so far) and when I was bumbling around on the kinkmeme it fit one there too so I posted it. LOL

And thanks for reminding me that I never got around to commenting back to the reviews people left to it in my massive comment catch-up effort. *facepalm*

I'm super excited that someone wants to take it on, and even more so that they asked for input! They may end up with too much, but I'm putting on there that they can totally take or leave them.

Wow, this was fabulous. Dark and angsty not my cuppa tea? Ha, that is so not the case.

I love the way Arthur compares this to backing down from a fight, and the way Arthur has to figure things out by sensation alone, and of course the sweet ending made it even better.

Thanks so much! I thought this prompt would be the last one you (or anyone) would want, even though I really wanted to see it. And to no one's surprise, you hit it out of the park:)

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. :-/

>>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.<<

LMAO!! Neal, weights on his balls, kiss him on the cheek, go to the kitchen. Too cute!!

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 )

Oh wow. Thank you. That was delicious.
The first paragraph- I have no words. It was just such a realistic way to feel, I felt like I was in Neal's head from the jump.
And this was hot, especially with El all casual about making Neal walk into the kitchen and just- complete unfazed by the naked man being punished in her living room. <3

Aw, thanks!

No prob on the shout out- you deserve all the exposure you get. Such a fantastic writer. *is a lurker fan who will have to comment more often* (For some reason I like them doing it in the office with people around and not knowing. I'm a little weird and specific like that.)

0_0 A sequel! That- can I prompt that? Please? That would be so awesome!

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
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Edited 2010-04-05 16:15 (UTC)

I LIKE THIS IDEA.

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

Either way would be awesome!

uuuunnnf. I love the domestic background contrasted with the dirty-wrong-hot S/M scene.

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 . . .

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!

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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.

oh thank you for responding...
my first idea was that Neal has been flirting with Peter priviously to seeing the scar, and now he stops. Peter is angsting (is that a verb in English - non-native speaker here) about getting old and being ugly, but Neal just realised in that moment that Peter is not invulnerable and is angsting about losing Peter (sorry am sentimental)
so basicaly soppy romance and h/c if you like it like that...
but scar!kink will do in a pinch (do not want to curtail your artistic freedom so to speak)

alakjfdladhag :fans self:

Wow - I would say poor Neal and Peter, but . . . I have a sneaking suspicion that they may have gotten in trouble half on purpose . . . and now I've got this great vision of the two of them at work the next day, desperately trying to pretend that they aren't sore and miserable being stuck sitting in an interminable meeting . . .

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