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thebackstage2016-11-26 01:27 am
stagemanagers) wrote in thebackstage2016-11-26 01:27 am
a little kink [the It's Curtains kink meme]
GUIDELINES/RULES:
- All requests- smut, fluff, gen, or otherwise (alternate murders, anyone?)- are welcome so long as it's about It's Curtains. Fic and art fills are all good.
- This is for all rounds of It's Curtains. Intermingled cast requests ("what if so-so and so-so from this and that round met?") are acceptable.
- Stay anon because it's funner that way.
- Use proper trigger/content warnings for sensitive and/or offensive subjects, just like you would in a game proper. If you don't, it will be deleted.
- This is a judge free zone; however, be mindful of character ages, esp. in regards to the younger characters.
- If you do not want your character to be involved with the smut or things that make you uncomfortable please contact me. A list is being prepared to remind everyone.
- Respect player wishes if they ask to not have their character be in smut, or anything out of their comfort zone. Again, comments in violation will be deleted.
Have fun, darlings! If any rules are violated please don't hesitate to to PM this account or alert one of the mods.
Any ship | Praise Kink
(Anonymous) 2016-12-10 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)boy am I glad this is anonexactly what it says on the tin - any ship, with one partner getting off on being praised and the other enjoying doing the praising.
+ happy, emotionally overwhelmed crying (double points if it's Hans who cries)
++ the praisee/praiser is the opposite of who you'd expect (much though I'd also love the emotionally starved/low self esteem halves being the ones praised, I'd also love to see them just bubbling over with praise and adoration for their partners and their partners surprisingly enjoying it more than they expected)
+++ the sex itself is completely vanilla
++++ the praisee had no idea this was their kink
cw: we all need jesus
(Anonymous) 2016-12-11 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)Jean Valjean – but not his Valjean, though the possession feels wrong in his mind when it was this man he’d been through so much with (And yet, too, are the thoughts of the man who saved him. They intertwine and they are messy and they make no sense; and such is the chaos of the universe he has always tried to avoid) – sits in his lap. The man leans up against him, his back against his chest, his hand resting on his thigh.
“That’s quite alright,” Valjean replies, his own voice strong for all that it also wavers with anticipation. Javert’s hand has found its way down his pants, so, all things considered the evenness of his tone was a testament to his abilities. “You’re doing just fine, Inspector.”
Javert almost corrects him, on both counts. But he decides that, too, would be a waste, and instead focuses on the task at hand. In hand. The cock in his hand. Javert takes a deep, steadying breath, and ten pumps his hand along Jean Valjean’s length, feeling not for the first time like he’s a fish out of water.
“A-ah,” Valjean’s voice is sweet when he gives into it, equal parts adoration and praise. “You see? You’ve got – you’ve got the right idea.”
There’s something about it that makes Javert want to try harder, be better. He tries again, a second stroke more sure this time and follows it with another. Valjean’s voice sings his praise. It’s not a cold, broken hallelujah but one that is vibrant and wonderful.
“Javert,” Valjean says, using his name. Javert wonders if it has ever sounded so sweet until now. “You’re so good. That feels --” He moans again as Javert figures out just how to touch him, just where it feels right. “Perfect. That feels perfect.”
Javert had served many masters in his day, but none of them had felt nearly so rewarding or nearly so wonderful as hearing praise on Valjean’s lips. As hearing his name on Valjean’s lips. It is supplication and that feels backwards to him, because surely he’s the one following Valjean’s lead. Surely he’s the one trying to earn Valjean’s praise.
“You’re always so good at what you do,” Valjean tells him as he leans back, pressing himself closer. They’d been playing a game of cat and mouse for years (with each other, with other versions of each other did it matter anymore?) but to hear the mouse praise the cat for its tactics? Was that a scenario he ever thought possible?
The truth is, Valjean feels the tears on his shoulder long before Javert realizes that he’s crying. The truth is, Valjean knows what he’s doing. He can feel the Inspector’s growing erection underneath him, can feel the way praise takes a home inside of Javert and presses against his everything, drawing tears from his eyes. He knows they are not unhappy, so he presses for more. They are not lies, Javert touches him in ways he would never have expected. The man’s hands are calloused and rough but they are not bad. And there is a kindness to them Valjean didn’t think he’d find from this man.
Javert feels like salvation. And the way he responds to praise makes Valjean feel like he’s saving Javert in turn. They are equals as they always have been, even when Javert is the only one doing the touching. Valjean gets the sense the Inspector would not have it any other way.
Valjean does him the kindness of not pointing out when he cries. He presses closer and moans close to his ear, quiet and intimate and tells him all the things he knows he wants to hear. Javert isn’t the only one getting harder for those things having life.
“Your hands are so strong,” Valjean says, “so capable.” He wonders how this man who always acted so sure of himself, who never asked for praise and hardly ever accepted it had lived so long by rejecting what he wanted. But it’s hard to think too much about those things when Javert’s hands are so skilled as they pump along his cock and press against the head. Valjean finds himself gasping for breath, shuddering. “God,” he cries out as he comes, and underneath him he feels Javert tense and lose it too.
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(Anonymous) 2016-12-11 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)OP
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