Anonymous tennis RPS kink meme
May. 23rd, 2009 06:58 pmI stole this idea from many others, but most memorably
vom_marlowe (from who I quoted these guidelines). This is how it works:
You post –anonymously- a kink request that you’ve always wanted to see. Something you really want but don’t necessarily want to admit to.
Random people come by, read the request, and write a ficlet to order. And post it as a reply to the comment, also anonymously.
Multiple replies (ficlets) to requests are welcome, nay! Encouraged. Also, requesters do not have to say thank you and readers who enjoy the ficlets do not have to provide feedback, but it’s always loved.
About the requests:
A pairing is not enough. Please provide some sort of scenario, kink, detail, situation, that makes it special to you. A handy link to generate ideas should your pervy brain fail you.
About the replies:
If you need to, post “part 1”, “part 2”, etc.
In general:
Play nice. This is all anonymous and I will come down like Rafa on a bad day on anyone being mean.
Feel free to pimp this everywhere you wish.
If you accidentally have yourself signed in, please delete your comment and repost anonymously. If you don’t notice, I will try to do this for you.
Please, no underage characters having sex.
Request! If your request is filled, write another one!
Write! If you find a good prompt, write it, post it, and look for more!
Read! Everyone loves a reader!
I think that covers everything. So! Go forth and kink!
ETA: if you appear to be a troll I will delete your comments.
You post –anonymously- a kink request that you’ve always wanted to see. Something you really want but don’t necessarily want to admit to.
Random people come by, read the request, and write a ficlet to order. And post it as a reply to the comment, also anonymously.
Multiple replies (ficlets) to requests are welcome, nay! Encouraged. Also, requesters do not have to say thank you and readers who enjoy the ficlets do not have to provide feedback, but it’s always loved.
About the requests:
A pairing is not enough. Please provide some sort of scenario, kink, detail, situation, that makes it special to you. A handy link to generate ideas should your pervy brain fail you.
About the replies:
If you need to, post “part 1”, “part 2”, etc.
In general:
Play nice. This is all anonymous and I will come down like Rafa on a bad day on anyone being mean.
Feel free to pimp this everywhere you wish.
If you accidentally have yourself signed in, please delete your comment and repost anonymously. If you don’t notice, I will try to do this for you.
Please, no underage characters having sex.
Request! If your request is filled, write another one!
Write! If you find a good prompt, write it, post it, and look for more!
Read! Everyone loves a reader!
I think that covers everything. So! Go forth and kink!
ETA: if you appear to be a troll I will delete your comments.
Roger/Rafa - Gotcha (3/3)
Date: 2009-08-04 03:21 am (UTC)Except for a slow-forming sheen of sweat, Rafa looked serene, dreamy underneath him from the chest up, hair fanned out over multiple pillows, his eyes, the way he was looking at Roger. But his hips pumped Roger up and down like a wave, strong hands firm on his ass, rubbing, grinding, his velvety shaft right on Roger's, till Roger gasped and thought "ohmyGOD he is so strong so much core control I need to be careful I might not win the match ohmygod ohgodohmyGOD," and their bodies sliding together drove everything else out of his head and he rode the momentum on one of the waves up and flung his mouth on Rafa's to try to … try to …
Roger forgot what he was trying to do. He forgot everything except how good Rafa felt and how warm his eyes were.
Rafa licked up Roger's arm as Roger moved it over him and between his legs. While he wrapped himself around Rafa and listened to him moan, Roger licked all the muscled hills and crevices of Rafa's arm, maybe even in a one-upping kind of way, but mostly because Rafa was right there now, and his arm tasted warm and sweaty and delicious.
Ohgod, Roger thought hazily as Rafa touched him, Rafa had been watching him - and well. He fingered Roger, teasing for long minutes till he almost whimpered, then with a twist of his wrist and a strong sliding friction, he began working Roger's cock with almost the same strokes Roger had used on himself.
"You want -"
"Just your hands, Rafa," Roger gasped out. "Just your hands on me."
He panted, and rubbed Rafa tight, matching his rhythm, and Rafa cursed in little whispers, writhing underneath him. Roger couldn't get close enough; he got a mouthful of Rafa's hair as he twisted and heaved himself up on the muscle of his thigh, as Rafa kept circling and grinding underneath him; his eyes were shining and he opened his mouth for Roger to kiss him again and matched the rhythm of his tongue pushing into Roger's mouth to the hand between them sliding fast on Roger's cock, more friction, more liquid, more, squeezing, stroking, rubbing, hard, fast, more, more …
Roger came, shaking, and Rafa held onto him and watched him do it, never blinking, working his hips again as he watched Roger and listened to him gasp; and his whole midsection went rigid and after a low "Rogelio …" their stomachs were twice as slippery. The extra liquid made Roger's aftershocks kick deep and he buried his face in Rafa's neck to stifle the sounds he made.
Rafa heated him, and held him, and kissed him, as he recovered his breath.
Drifting in and out of a doze, Roger occasionally, dreamily blotted away stickiness with the sheets. Every time he opened his eyes it felt like hours later. Rafa began to make little stealthy moves to untangle himself from both Roger and the sheets. Roger tossed a dazed arm at Rafa's shoulders, another at his waist. They kept slipping out from under him.
He half-opened his eyes and blinked at Rafa, then opened them almost all the way, a question deep down in them. He felt, rather than saw, the soft, thoughtful, un-dimpled version from Rafa's carousel of smiles. Then Rafa kissed Roger's nose, and kept moving.
"Rogelio, I do not think this -" Rafa's eyes skimmed himself and Roger in the wildly tousled bed "- is why they call the torneo 'Battle of Surfaces'." He half-laughed, warming the room's mood again. "I think they mean another thing, no?"
He kissed all around Roger's palm, then slipped backwards out of the bed like a ghost.
Roger yawned. First Rafa was there, then he wasn't. Just like … on the … damn court …
He'd figure out … what to do about … the sheets … early … tomorrow. He heard slithery noises, faint and far away. Was that Rafa … putting on his …?
"… que tenga dulce sueños."
Eyelids heavy, Roger forced it out. Rafa's voice was like a song to sleep to … but it wouldn't be nice not to … "What's … that mean …?"
"Have sweet dreams."
Roger was already asleep.
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Re: Roger/Rafa - Gotcha (3/3)
Date: 2009-08-04 12:55 pm (UTC)Thanks for this piece :)
Re: Roger/Rafa - Gotcha (3/3)
Date: 2009-08-05 08:54 pm (UTC)Re: Roger/Rafa - Gotcha (3/3)
Date: 2009-09-17 02:32 am (UTC)Re: Roger/Rafa - Gotcha (3/3)
Date: 2009-09-18 07:08 am (UTC)Also so nice when anon!reader sees what you saw in a character.
"kinky and romantic"
Love to write them like that … :-)