Kink Poll: The first of several
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scribblinlenoreSo in my poll about polling, match the character to the kink won. I decided to do separate polls for my major shows, so I could include more characters. Because...well, it was entertaining me! *g*
[Poll #1079962]
[Poll #1079962]
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Don't blame me if it sucks, Part 1
Date: 2007-10-31 06:06 pm (UTC)It's worse like this, willfully exposing the part of himself doesn't understand no matter how much he needs it. But it's better too, because Rodney never understands subtleties and sometimes John doesn't, either.
His bonds are sheets looped around his wrists, pulling him open and taut across a bed just barely big enough for him to enact his own Vitruvian Man, every part of him delineated and exposed to Rodney's eyes.
He could break free if he wanted to. Flexing his wrists in cotton loops, he knows he could break free.
Rodney knows it, too.
"I don't need to do anything, do I?" Rodney asks. He's standing over the bed, painted in shadows, darkness that seems black with only the moon to illuminate them, like something that's risen up from John's dreams. Nightmares -- it doesn't matter. "I did everything I need to do. I could leave, right now, and you'd still be here sweating all over my 800 thread sheets, dripping all over your belly and hips."
John arches, rubbing his shoulders against the 800-count sheets underneath him until his skin burns. He is dripping, or at least is close to it, and if Rodney doesn't do something, doesn't touch him, please touch him, then John knows he'll do exactly what Rodney has said. He'll wait and he'll want until his cock is slick with it, mixing with the salt that dries on his skin.
"I could walk out that door." Rodney's voice is taunting, flush with superior pleasure that John hears every day. "I could leave it open, too, and let them all see. Who would be the first to come close, hm? Would they touch you? You want them too, I know that. You always do. It's why you never let anyone close, because you know -- you know -- that once someone starts you'll never want them to stop. You're like a dog, so anxious to be petted that you'll whine and wag your tail, thumping it against the floor the moment you're told to sit."
John shudders, hard enough that his restraints bite into the skin of his wrists, his ankles. This isn't what he asked for, isn't at all, but his heart is beating so hard the backs of his eyes pulse with it, and his dick is so hard it hurts and he doesn't want Rodney to stop. Wants Rodney to touch him, to god, yes, sit as his feet and wag a non-existent tail if it means he gets those hands, big and thick and sure, on him.
Standing beside John's stretched out arm, Rodney looks him over, bending low for closer scrutiny. "You'd beg, John. The man who never speaks except when spoken to, who always has a quip -- you'd beg. You'd whimper and whine and plead."
He would. He will, he wants to, can feel those damnable words that spin away from him every other time, now thick and heavy on his tongue. His mouth waters around them, around Rodney's order to stay still and quiet and this is as close as John ever wants to come to hell or heaven, both.
But Rodney's not done yet.
(con't)
Re: Don't blame me if it sucks, Part 1
Date: 2007-10-31 06:06 pm (UTC)The intensity of the words rises with every new breath and by the time Rodney calls him a whore, John is moaning inside his head, lost in the world Rodney creates and he can feel it, all of them, hands and legs brushing stains on his skin, eased with a flood of hot come, covering him until he does smell it, until he tastes it, and he's panting loudly enough that he can hear it over the roar in his head, over the sound of Rodney calling him names, calling him what he is, taking him the way his body does most nights, hard and fast and brutally truthful.
"And then we'll do it all over again," Rodney ends, a silken cloth draping over his whole body as John comes and comes and comes.
His vision greys and maybe goes dark, he doesn't know. Just that when he blinks back into awareness he's untied, curled up like a ball, pressed against body that is warm and comforting, breathing rhythmically against his belly, arms tight bands -- tighter than the restraints -- around his back.
He takes stock, slowly, cataloging the dull ache of being stretched out -- easing now that he's released -- the flutter of stomach muscles abused from coming as hard as he did and.
No sweat. He's clean and dry and actually pretty tired, except for something that itches on his stomach, and Rodney.
"I came on you," Rodney murmurs into his ear. "Didn't clean it up. I figured you'd like the reminder."
John exhales slowly, wrung out but content because he wants Rodney to be okay with this, to be okay with him and this part of himself that --
"Stop thinking so much, or I won't do this again." Rodney noses his head just far enough away that they can kiss, slow and chaste and as sweetly as Rodney, who kisses are like sex, like being taken over and over, knows how. "Go to sleep, okay?"
John hears the tremor and responds to it, cuddling closer because he wants this. And has it.
Re: Don't blame me if it sucks, Part 1
Date: 2007-10-31 06:18 pm (UTC)Re: Don't blame me if it sucks, Part 1
Date: 2007-10-31 06:37 pm (UTC)Your porn is hot as always, darlin'.
Re: Don't blame me if it sucks, Part 1
Date: 2007-10-31 06:59 pm (UTC)One way it's for me is that "tell me I'm a whore" is a kink I don't share (to put it mildly) and don't really understand. Because one of the things I love in fanfic is getting to understand something I didn't before, I'd love to see Rodney's POV, here. How did he figure out this is what John needs? What does he think about it?
This is why I've been called the Beta Dominatrix.*rueful but commanding grin*
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Date: 2007-10-31 07:03 pm (UTC)*fans self*
\o/
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Date: 2007-10-31 09:08 pm (UTC)Re: Don't blame me if it sucks, Part 1
Date: 2007-10-31 09:12 pm (UTC)Re: Don't blame me if it sucks, Part 1
Date: 2007-10-31 10:25 pm (UTC)You blew my brain
Date: 2007-11-01 02:27 am (UTC)Re: Don't blame me if it sucks, Part 1
Date: 2007-11-01 03:37 am (UTC)I wonder how often John's going to want this, and what other scenarios Rodney can come up with, 'cause that's a hard act to follow. But I do love the idea of him sitting in a lab somewhere using 40% of his brain for science and the other 60% on ways to make John come that hard again.
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Date: 2007-11-01 07:10 am (UTC)"John exhales slowly, wrung out but content because he wants Rodney to be okay with this, to be okay with him and this part of himself that -- "
Uh-huh. =)
Re: Don't blame me if it sucks, Part 1
Date: 2007-11-01 07:26 am (UTC)Wow. I'm speechless. Stunning. *melt*
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Date: 2007-11-15 05:24 am (UTC)Re: Don't blame me if it sucks, Part 1
Date: 2007-12-02 07:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-02 02:15 pm (UTC)Still can't decide if he would be the Sub or Dom though
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Date: 2007-11-04 01:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-11-02 10:15 pm (UTC)So, John, he gets off on not getting off (I'm sure you guessed I think like that from some of the stuff I already wrote:-) and Rodney likes to indulge him.
Tyela likes to tie Lorne up. Beautiful, time consuming, knots that hold him just so, open and hers. Lorne loves every minute of the pain of being bound and gagged and suspended from the ceiling, each gentle movement causing the ropes to grip him tighter.
Elizabeth screws Ronon with a big, black strap on while he runs at the mouth begging her. She's always amazed at how much she can make him talk in bed, or out of it to be more precise. She's got him bent over the desk in her room, her hand on his neck to hold him down, even though she knows he could through her off without eny effot.
Sometimes she lets Radek watch them.
I'll be in my bunk now.
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Date: 2007-11-04 02:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-11-03 04:28 am (UTC)Radek: Very old school European riding costume. There's a precision there that's just exquisite, and the things he likes to do with that riding crop. It's not so much pony play, though he does enjoy taking a willing woman OR man bent over a highly polished saddle, sensitive bits rubbing against gorgeous and well loved leather, the sound blending with badly stifled moans. No, it is the costume, the mannerisms, that sort of courtliness and strange arrogance that comes with something like aristocracy.... The snap of his gloves against taut white riding jodhpurs, sabre beating a rhythmic tattoo against his leg as he deliberately works his cock over the bared buttocks of his latest acquisition. Yes, this says Radek to me.
Elizabeth? She's not really sure what to label it, but she loves slicking down all that hair, plastering it close to her skull with pomade so it looks much shorter than it really is. Adding some intensely dramatic eye make up and a smartly pressed tux. The suspenders holding up the tux trousers feel absolutely delicious rubbing against her erect nipples hiding shyly underneath the double breasted jacket. Without a shirt on, you can't mistake her as anything but a woman, but her stance and her manner are far more aggressive than anything she usually allows herself to be. And she revels in her power, and if her smile intrigues others, it doesn't matter that it's because she glories in the wetness slowly dripping down her thighs.
Evan, on the other hand, *loves* dressing up. It was a bitch importing pure silk stockings and quality garters to Pegasus, not to mention the platform heels and the stripper pole, but now that he got it installed with a little help from a wide-eyed McKay? He and his pasties can get down to business and he can finally perfect that routine he was just about done choreographing right before he left Earth. He's been able to improvise a tear-away thong with a native grass that feels oddly like velvet, which doesn't do his cock a whole lot of favors when he's workin' it, and he does sorta miss the bills he'd get tucked into the top of his opera length gloves or the tops of his stockings back home. But over all? With his iPod and the larger quarters that provide a respectable amount of room to dance? His days off are a whole lot more relaxing than they used to be. Plus, he's found an Ancient chair that is *perfect* for practicing his lap dances.
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Date: 2007-11-04 02:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-04 11:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-05 01:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-11-05 01:50 pm (UTC)for rodney, i would say... cuddling, actually. because i think he does want to feel wanted, and cuddling can say that better than sex.
for elizabeth, i would guess angry sex. because she spends so much time in control of her emotions.
for radek, czech. because sex is the one time where you really, really don't want to have to think before you speak. or if not czech, some awesome ancient babel fish. that would work too.
You inspired me...
Date: 2007-12-03 08:52 pm (UTC)