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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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."

Re: Weights

[themkshrine.livejournal.com]

>>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!!

Re: Weights

[(Anonymous)]

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

Re: Weights

[asimaiyat.livejournal.com]

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