[Inception] 25 Drabbles for Kink Bingo
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krytellaTitle: 25 drabbles imaginatively titled after their kinks
Rating: NC-17 overall, individual drabbles vary
Pairing/Characters: 25 different pairings, indicated in individual headers. Includes het, slash, and femslash.
Length: 2500 words (25 100-word drabbles)
Content Notes: Individual notes included with each story. Some stories contain dubious consent, offscreen or ambiguous consent, reference to past self-harm, underage sex, age difference, non-con violence viewed by the story as kink, slapping, petplay, bondage, spanking, all the kinks listed in the titles.
Summary: Drabble blackout on my Kink Bingo card!
Notes: Some drabbles beta'd by anatsuno. Any that you don't like probably were not beta'd /o\
Pervertibles
Eames/Yusuf, clothespins, no standard content notes apply
“Stop squirming.”
“Stop –”
Eames twists again under his hands and Yusuf is forced to pause or the line of clothespins marching down Eames’ chest will pull off prematurely.
“Do you want this or not?”
Yusuf punctuates his words by pinching the sensitive skin of Eames’ hip, snapping on another improvised clamp. Sex toys are hard to get in Kenya; Yusuf doesn’t mind. He’s always done for himself.
“Yeah. Okay,” Eames replies, and he does go quiet and still then, little gasps as he works.
It’s a pleasing contrast to his scream when Yusuf takes hold of the string and pulls.
Oral Fixation
Robert/Yusuf, no standard content notes apply
Lick.
Lick.
Lick.
Yusuf glares. When Robert Fischer came asking for the best supply, the sharpest dreams, he didn’t have the heart (well, wallet) to say ‘no.’ But now he’s been in Yusuf’s shop for a week, hovering when he’s not dreaming. And he always has something in his mouth. It’s driving Yusuf up the wall.
Lick. Lick. Lick.
“Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”
“No,” Robert shrugs. He knows Yusuf won’t turn his money away. Rich bastard.
“Then don’t you have anything better to do with your mouth?”
“Thought you’d never ask,” Robert replies, stepping behind the counter.
Historical Roleplay
Arthur/Eames, no standard content notes apply
“How do I look?” asks Arthur.
“A little more Jeremy Brett. And older, if you can.”
Arthur frowns and turns to the mirror. Eames admires his costume, though the trousers are disappointingly historically accurate. He smooths down his own waistcoat, glad that this Holmes aficionado is a purist. A dashing ladykiller is a more entertaining forge than Nigel Bruce.
When Arthur turns back, he’s just about perfect. He looks Eames up and down.
“I like the mustache.”
Eames gives his characters sexual personalities whether or not it seems directly relevant. This time, he has a feeling that it will be.
Nippleplay
Arthur/Robert, nipple clamps, no standard content notes apply
Arthur buttons Robert’s shirt carefully, giving one final tug to the fine chain that hangs between the clamps before he shrouds them in white cotton armor. For his eyes only.
Robert’s eyes are wide, his face flushed.
“Sure you can handle this?” murmurs Arthur in his ear, leaning in and pressing his thumbs against the hard nubs of both nipples, squeezed into flat ridges by the pads of the clamps. Robert draws in a harsh breath, then nods, lips ghosting against Arthur’s cheek.
Arthur settles the jacket on Robert’s shoulders, confident that it will hide his secrets. It always has.
Wet/Messy/Dirty
Ariadne/Robert, sex in water, no standard content notes apply
It’s Robert’s fault for having a pool. Ariadne shoves him in without mercy, suit and all, and he’s still complaining when she follows. She has to push past sodden layers of floating clothes to reach his skin. Everything’s slick and he looks like a drowned cat with his hair plastered to his face and his offended expression.
His lips are cool and wet and he kisses her without his usual reserve. That was the point. And if it’s hard to peel off their drenched clothes, and if water makes worse lube than she thought, she’s still happy with the results.
Worship
Cobb/Mal, no standard content notes apply
He starts with her feet. It makes her giggle, but finally she lets him. Dom kisses up her perfect arch, the knob of her ankle, the small cherry blossom tattoo she had done in Montreal before they met. Along the side of her calves, hair tickling him where she hasn’t shaved. She has a bruise on her left knee. He kisses that, too.
It takes him 15 minutes on his knees to reach the dip of her hip. He slides gentle hands over her thighs, kisses her belly button.
“I love you,” he murmurs into her pubic hair.
“I know.”
Virginity/Celibacy
Arthur/Phillipa, underage sex, age difference, ensuing consent issues, no other standard notes apply
Phillipa doesn’t expect it to hurt. She’s fingered herself before. But this is different, deeper, ripping a sob from somewhere in her she didn’t know existed.
Arthur stops. “Okay, baby?”
Years ago, she noticed the fluttering in the pit of her stomach when she looked at him. She still can’t believe it, spread out on his sheets, her thighs wrapped around his naked hips. Her dad would kill him if he knew. And that makes it even better.
Later, when he comes shaking and gasping inside her, she thinks “I did that,” and it feels like she’ll explode in butterflies.
Uniforms/Military
Arthur/Cobb, no infidelity, no standard content notes apply
Dom wakes, as he does every morning, to a knock on the door. By the time Arthur comes in, he’s showered, dressed, packed, and the bed is made. Arthur nods.
They first met on base. Arthur gave Dom a look down his nose, somehow, despite the inches Dom has on him.
They first fucked much later, after everything, after Mal. Dom knows Arthur still has a set of dress blues tucked away somewhere. Imagines it sometimes (always), when Arthur’s mouth is on his neck, when Arthur orders him to get out of bed and on with his life. He does.
Blades
Arthur/projection!Mal, non-consensual knife play, no other standard notes apply
Last time, she shot him. Arthur figures this is an improvement.
“Don’t move. You might get hurt,” Mal hisses. The knife glides cool along his neck. She slices the buttons off his shirt, efficient flicks of the wrist. He wants to ask what she’s doing but the words catch in his throat.
It’s not until Dom comes around the corner that she presses the blade into his flesh, a line of fire along his collarbone. Her hip pushes against his cock and he hopes to hell Dom can’t see.
It’s Dom’s projection. Doesn’t mean they have to talk about it.
Bodily Secretions
Ariadne/Yusuf, squirting, no standard content notes apply
It goes easier when he isn’t inside her. Just fucking her with his fingers from behind, hard and fast, holding her steady with a hand on her back. Listening to her sounds. Her breathing, gasping, finally asking, telling maybe, “yes, there.”
Wetness spreads over his hand, drips down her thighs as she shakes against him. Yusuf licks his fingers. Skims gentle palms up the inside of her thighs, spreading moisture over skin. He leaves damp handprints when he grabs her ass.
It’s only then that he fucks her, dripping and open. His knees skid a little on the wet floor.
Gender Play
Eames/Saito, forging for gender roleplay, offscreen/ambiguous consent, no other standard notes apply
Saito touches her face first. He brushes a thumb across her lips, as full as Eames’ are outside of the dream. Her skin is soft, cheeks smooth and perfect. She’s a lovely job. The unyielding shape of her collarbones under his fingertips contrasts nicely with the soft weight of her breasts.
He reaches the last test and Eames betrays the first reaction of the session: he twitches as Saito’s hand slips between her thighs up to the velvet of her depilated labia, to the wetness between them. Even the inside of her is correct, slick folds, dips of flesh. Perfect.
Enemas
Arthur/Yusuf, no standard content notes apply
“Are you actually a doctor?” Arthur asks, suddenly sounding suspicious.
“No,” shrugs Yusuf as he hangs the bag on its stand.
“You told me –“
“I let you hold certain misconceptions. Knees up.”
Arthur glares but does as he’s told. Yusuf inserts the nozzle with practiced ease (you don’t have to be a doctor, really), and removes the clamp from the hose without warning.
“This is going to feel strange,” he says.
“Thanks.”
Arthur’s voice is strangled. Yusuf guides him onto his side, follows the liquid’s path inside him with a gentle massage. No use scaring away such a good victim.
Wildcard (cuckolding)
Ariadne/Arthur/Eames, cuckolding, no other standard notes apply
“Fuck,” Ariadne sobs. Eames is taking her from behind, hard and fast. She must be dripping wet around him, already came once and on her way to another. She can't get enough of his cock (bigger than Arthur’s, obviously), of the way he tosses her around with ease.
Jealousy coils in Arthur’s chest. Eames would enjoy humiliating him, he knows. Ariadne too: he imagines her relishing it, watching him watch as Eames fucks her better than he ever could. She’s gorgeous. Eames must want her, like Arthur always has.
Arthur comes into his hand and vows never to tell Ariadne.
Scars/Scarification
Ariadne/Arthur, reference to past self-harm, no other standard notes apply
Ariadne knows every one of Arthur’s scars. She’s long since extracted the secrets of those he wouldn’t talk about. The one along his ankle is surgical, metal to repair shattered bone. She likes to run her tongue over the shrapnel marks scattered over his left upper arm. The slicing line of a knife wound up his ribs is a fascinating ridge under her fingertips. There’s one underneath his chin from hitting it on the edge of a swimming pool (age nine).
He knows hers, too. Holds her thighs when he fucks her, covering them. But every one is still there.
Object Penetration
Cobb/Eames, dildo sucking, no standard content notes apply
“Prove it,” says Eames.
Dom blinks. The dildo is inhumanly huge but realistic, if he were going to give head to a giant.
He opens his mouth.
It feels like his jaw can’t open any farther, and he’s only just wrapped his lips around the head. He’s glad it’s only rubber, he doesn’t need to worry about teeth. Only about making sure Eames doesn’t see them. He lets Eames slide the dildo in until it hits the back of his throat embarrassingly soon.
“Suck.”
Dom tries to communicate that he’s doing his best. He gags and chokes and goes on.
Genital Torture
Arthur/Saito, slapping and bondage, no standard content notes apply
Arthur holds Saito’s balls in his hand. Literally.
“Do it,” Saito orders.
Arthur slaps his cock instead, just for the surprise of it. Not too hard, but Saito almost yelps, tries to pull away. His cock bobs against his stomach then back down, not fully hard.
“Not so fast,” Arthur says, glancing meaningfully down at where he’s enacting a nice little metaphor.
Saito stills; Arthur wraps a thin piece of jute around his scrotum. His cock fills in Arthur’s hand as he winds overlapping spirals up its length. The rough rope will hurt like hell when Arthur squeezes, soon.
Dirty Talk
Ariadne/Saito, discussion of bondage, no standard content notes apply
He never would have though that such a small, modest-looking girl would speak like this to him.
“Sometimes I think about you tying me up,” Ariadne whispers into his ear. “So that I couldn’t escape when you teased me. So that you could use me any way you wanted. My pussy, my mouth, my ass. Fuck me and leave me tied to the bed while you work, until you want me again. So I just have to wait. There at your pleasure.”
Finally, she pauses.
“What do you think?” Ariadne asks.
“I think you should continue talking,” Saito replies.
Roleplay
Ariadne/Cobb, crossdressing, domestic roleplay, consensual verbal humiliation, no standard content notes apply
When he brought home the French maid outfit, she laughed. When he told her it was for him, she smiled like the proverbial cat among the pigeons.
It’s not that he regrets it, but the floor is hard under his knees and the heel of her shoe is digging a furrow in his back and the kitchen is nowhere near clean yet.
“Hurry up, slut,” she goads, and he can feel the flush spreading over his face. He stares at a dirty spot in the linoleum, bends to lick it. “Dirty whore.” She sounds disappointed, but he knows she’s not.
Confined/Caged
Cobb/Robert, noncon caging, no noncon sex, no other standard content notes apply
“Tell me,” Robert says, trying to sound bored.
“No.”
The man in the cage should be more desperate by now. He’s naked, tall form curled to fit inside the bars. Robert kneels, putting his face inches from his adversary’s.
“What did you do to me?”
He’s stubbornly silent. Robert puts a hand out, impulsively reaching for the man’s mouth. To pry it open, maybe, force the words out. He just wants to know what’s been done to him. The man takes Robert’s fingers willingly between his lips instead.
“You know I can’t let you go.”
It is a weak protest.
Obedience
projection!Mal/Saito, noncon D/s, no noncon sex, no other standard notes apply
She comes to him, now. Saito knows who she is. What she is. And when she comes to him she kneels and bows her head.
He’s not Cobb. He has no guilt to carry. Just an echo of a memory, subject to his will.
“You will stay here. Wait.”
“Yes, sir.”
When he returns hours later she hasn’t moved a muscle.
“Stand.”
She wobbles, stumbles. Blood must be rushing painfully back into her feet. But she stands.
“My beautiful flower. You were wasted on him,” says Saito.
She comes at his call, goes at his call, builds at his call.
Humiliation (Situational)
Eames/Mal, implied impact play, no standard content notes apply
Mal’s pleased with the way Eames stays on his knees when he’s told. He’s not always so obedient. His ass is bright red; she stands behind him and stares, watching his arms tremble. His body tries to curl in on itself, to escape her gaze, but he doesn’t move.
“Beautiful,” she says.
Of course, whatever she says won’t change the pretty blush that’s creeping down his shoulders, or the fact that his ass is on display to her, and so is his arousal. She knows the longer she keeps him like this, the harder he’ll get. That’s the best part.
Orgasm Denial/Control
Cobb/Saito, petplay, bondage, D/s, no standard content notes apply
Saito watches his pet shivering on the floor. Dom Cobb hasn’t been allowed to come for a week. Right now his hands are tied behind his back, the better to prevent any… lapses. He’s surely close to wriggling over and trying to rub on a shoe, a pant leg, anything he can find. He’s never been good at self control.
Saito aims to teach him.
He bends and runs a light fingertip up the underside of his pet’s cock. He gets a whole-body shudder in return.
“No more,” his pet whispers.
It’s not his place to choose. Yes, more.
Silence
projection!Mal/Robert, ambiguous consent, no other standard content notes apply
Robert knows he's dreaming. The woman yanking him into a supply closet is beautiful and what he doesn’t know is where in his mind she could've come from.
"What - "
She puts a finger to his lips. He nods.
Robert is silent when she kisses him, when she winds her fingers in his hair. He hikes up her dress, lace the color of a fresh bruise, finds her hot and slick. Hotel shampoo bottles clatter to the floor; he stops himself from apologizing. Someone might hear.
When he comes, he drowns his cry in a kiss. She slips out the door.
Sensation Play
Ariadne/Eames, temperature and food play, no standard content notes apply
“Ouch!”
Ariadne jerks as the ice cream hits her nipple.
“You can’t tell me that actually hurt?” Eames asks.
“Not hurt, just… I was startled.”
Eames laughs and licks where it’s dripping down her breast, warm-wet tongue chasing away the cold-wet of the ice cream. She shivers.
The fudge sauce feels like it could burn. It sears her skin, almost intolerable. Eames’ mouth is cool in contrast.
“Mmm,” he hums. She frowns at him, and he relents and feeds her a bite of ice cream. Chilled, sweet, creamy. Eames kisses the lingering flavor of vanilla from her mouth.
Domestic/Tradesman
Eames/Robert, poolboy role play, no standard content notes apply
“Boy! Beer!”
“Yes, sir.”
Robert isn’t a particularly good pool boy: his idea of the job doesn’t seem to involve physical labor. But he looks perfect in his tiny speedos, and when he hands Eames the bottle, he keeps his eyes down as he’s been instructed.
“Wait,” Eames calls after him as he returns to the house. Robert freezes. “My wife won’t be home for at least an hour.”
Eames doesn’t have a wife (at least not in their current legal jurisdiction), but this scenario is one of Robert’s favorites. He sinks to his knees and pulls down Eames’ shorts.
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Date: 2012-06-14 02:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-15 08:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-14 04:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-15 08:22 am (UTC)I'm glad I decided to do all the different pairings, because it pushed me to come up with diverse scenarios. Glad the "depilated labia" line worked, it popped into my head and then I worried readers might find it clinical or gross. It's the most succinct way to describe it, I think, and Saito would be both succinct and precise. Also I don't write enough porn with women in it and sometimes I just want to talk about womens' pubic hair, yanno? :p
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Date: 2012-06-15 12:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-26 10:36 am (UTC)I want to write something longer with cuckolding but I'm still struggling to understand it from the cuckold's point of view.