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!

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cross-dressing 2/?

[hoosierbitch.livejournal.com]

June was more than happy to throw her closet open to Neal's critical eye. "Oh, do try the Dior. You've got such a narrow waist, it will give you curves you'd never even dreamed of." Peter resumed his attempts to melt into the couch.

"June, it's lovely! I hope it fits. I'd better put the corset on before I try it..."

"I can help!" Peter said, quickly getting up of the couch quickly.

"Oh, I - I'd prefer if June does it, if you don't mind?"

He blinked. He really wanted to lace Neal up, to pull the strings tight, to see Neal's body bend - but of course he'd step back if Neal didn't want him to. "Whatever," he said, sitting back down with a bored sigh.

He didn't know where Moz had acquired a corset in Neal's size on such short notice (his cryptic 'always be prepared' response had been uniquely irritating). But he hoped like hell Moz didn't want it back. Neal looked at him with a small smile, nervously fidgiting with the bottom edge. "You like?"

Peter stood up and walked over to him. He put his hand on Neal's shoulder and directed him in a slow turn. There was a small strip of bare skin between the bottom of the corset and the top of Neal's slacks. The black cords trailed over it, and Peter (with a quick glance to make sure June was occupied pulling out another dress) touched it with the backs of his fingers. Neal took in a quick breath - but couldn't take in a big breath, no, not with the way the metal stays confined his ribs.

"If June wasn't here," he whispered into Neal's ear, "I'd fuck you right now." He turned Neal back around and gave him a once-over. His cheeks were flushed - no, his cheeks and his neck and the top of his chest were flushed. His skin resumed its normal color right before his nipples, right before the smooth fabric of the corset took over, squeezing his ribs, his stomach, the new curves of his waist. "Can you breathe in that? Move well enough? If things go bad - as they seem to do quite often, when you're around - you might need to run."

Neal did a few stretches to demonstrate his full range of motion and if June hadn't been right there, Peter would have come in his pants. "Oh, I think I'll manage."

Peter swallowed. "Right. Good. Excellent. For the - safety."

When June helped Neal strip down to his boxer briefs to try on the Dior, Peter had to smother the irrational urge to tell her to keep her hands of his - his - Neal. Especially when she smacked Neal's ass. That was Peter's ass to smack, dammit. The first dress didn't work. Too tight on the hips, too loose on the chest. Neal had vetoed fake breasts after looking through the photos again, figuring out what Johnathon West looked for in his companions.

Neal tried on a navy-blue Halsten that made his eyes look like they were glowing, only it was too tight. None of the Valentino gowns were long enough in the arms. The Lanvin cocktail dresses were too short, but Peter's cock urgently tried to tell him that really, no, they were great.

Then he tried on a cream-colored gown...

Re: cross-dressing 2/?

[hoosierbitch.livejournal.com]

AND THEN I GOT STUCK.

I think it's 'cause I tried to do a plot, and. And that NEVER ENDS WELL FOR ME. :-(

Any suggestions/tips/pointers/questions/more prompts for this are SO VERY VERY WELCOME!

Re: cross-dressing 2/?

[shingo-the-pest.livejournal.com]

I'd love to see more of this. Hmmm, what kink to bring out?

Beautiful boys in elegant gowns, check. Beautiful boy about to go pick up someone who is not his lover, hmmmm...

What if Peter watches someone else kiss, pet, molest, eat his boy?