Helsingshipping anon kink #1
Title: n/a
Fandom: Pokémon
- Characters: Giima, Renbu
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Renbu is so much bigger and stronger than Giima, so is being extra careful not to hurt him. Giima doesn't care if it's rough and just wants him to get on with it.
Or if you don't want to write smut, just Giima trying to convince a reluctant Renbu? Bonus points if Renbu is an ultra butch manly man who's certain he could never do anything gay. :D
I don't really care which one you do, I just like this pairing and can't find fic anywhere just yet.
Notes: Prompt for pokanon. Helsingshipping (Renbu/Giima). Somewhat modified from the original ('cause I'm always seeing what I miss after the fact).
I fell a giant.
He is tough and strong and human, with tough principles, strong partners, and human weaknesses. Why should I fight him when I can make him come to me? And comes he does, again and again. I fell a giant with wit and cunning alone, mischief and receptive and very single. I wanted him. I have him. But I don't have him. Because I fell a giant with noble intentions. Well, now he was one; I've heard there was a wild heart in there once, before he discovered a religion in the Way.
He's gentle when he holds me. Fighters in this world can break bodies with little effort; I appreciate the concern, I love the concern. But as I cry, I ask--plead--him to stop acting like a pillow and become a brick: harder. Harder. He doesn't oblige me; I still come, anyway. I'd come again from just the way he sucks on my neck, after-the-fact. It's the rawest part of these nights, when it seems like all he held back goes into the bite he delivers, and I fall right into it, sensitivity be damned. I can get off just touching where he marks me, every time.
I want him to be tough, and strong, and human. I want him to crave, to cave, to pound away and fucking let go. Let go, Renbu. Let go, let's go. Faster, harder, please! I've seen your heaven. Now show me your hell!
What do I have to do to open you up, to release the flood gates? I love your gentle, your control, but if all I wanted was gentle, why would I want your pound of flesh all over me? I didn't seduce you for the ride; I seduced you for the lease. You're what I want, good and bad, punk heart and soft hair, solid body and smile. The way you don't need to move, but I do, and I can feel you seated inside me...it's just an awesome bonus. An awesome bonus I scoped out every time you used the communal showers.
Renbu. I need to scream. I'll pant and moan and beg, and god, please, just bury me raw in your power, for the love of anything you hold sacred (me, maybe? Heh). You kiss me like you bite me, but your speed doesn't increase, your hands on my hips to torment me into insanity because I can't move them. You control me. I'll brand you with my nails, but even that can't get you to break your care. What, what can I do?
How was I supposed to know the clue was right in front of me. I'm crying in the agony of being tended to, my head spinning with only him, and I catch him with his guard down. Maybe I'm being caught off-guard, too, because this can't be the first time I've bitten him on the neck. Just like he'd done for me numerous time, I finally find myself in a position where I know his secret.
It's like an on switch and I'm being tossed every which way (metaphorically) as he steps away from being considerate for my body to rendering it unconscious with every thrust. And I'm dying inside, and I love it. He's lost in abandonment and I'm screaming like it's murder, and maybe it is--if I wake up tomorrow, I'm going to feel like hell, for sure, oh--but let me die like this. I'll take his secret with me, but I'd rather not, because it's really good, and he's not going to let me at it again for a while. I need to savor this, remember this, my fantastic monster.
I fell a giant, but I finally made him surrender. I think I got it all, now. Oh...
Come on, Renbu, one more time. Let me bite you.
Fandom: Pokémon
- Characters: Giima, Renbu
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Renbu is so much bigger and stronger than Giima, so is being extra careful not to hurt him. Giima doesn't care if it's rough and just wants him to get on with it.
Or if you don't want to write smut, just Giima trying to convince a reluctant Renbu? Bonus points if Renbu is an ultra butch manly man who's certain he could never do anything gay. :D
I don't really care which one you do, I just like this pairing and can't find fic anywhere just yet.
Notes: Prompt for pokanon. Helsingshipping (Renbu/Giima). Somewhat modified from the original ('cause I'm always seeing what I miss after the fact).
I fell a giant.
He is tough and strong and human, with tough principles, strong partners, and human weaknesses. Why should I fight him when I can make him come to me? And comes he does, again and again. I fell a giant with wit and cunning alone, mischief and receptive and very single. I wanted him. I have him. But I don't have him. Because I fell a giant with noble intentions. Well, now he was one; I've heard there was a wild heart in there once, before he discovered a religion in the Way.
He's gentle when he holds me. Fighters in this world can break bodies with little effort; I appreciate the concern, I love the concern. But as I cry, I ask--plead--him to stop acting like a pillow and become a brick: harder. Harder. He doesn't oblige me; I still come, anyway. I'd come again from just the way he sucks on my neck, after-the-fact. It's the rawest part of these nights, when it seems like all he held back goes into the bite he delivers, and I fall right into it, sensitivity be damned. I can get off just touching where he marks me, every time.
I want him to be tough, and strong, and human. I want him to crave, to cave, to pound away and fucking let go. Let go, Renbu. Let go, let's go. Faster, harder, please! I've seen your heaven. Now show me your hell!
What do I have to do to open you up, to release the flood gates? I love your gentle, your control, but if all I wanted was gentle, why would I want your pound of flesh all over me? I didn't seduce you for the ride; I seduced you for the lease. You're what I want, good and bad, punk heart and soft hair, solid body and smile. The way you don't need to move, but I do, and I can feel you seated inside me...it's just an awesome bonus. An awesome bonus I scoped out every time you used the communal showers.
Renbu. I need to scream. I'll pant and moan and beg, and god, please, just bury me raw in your power, for the love of anything you hold sacred (me, maybe? Heh). You kiss me like you bite me, but your speed doesn't increase, your hands on my hips to torment me into insanity because I can't move them. You control me. I'll brand you with my nails, but even that can't get you to break your care. What, what can I do?
How was I supposed to know the clue was right in front of me. I'm crying in the agony of being tended to, my head spinning with only him, and I catch him with his guard down. Maybe I'm being caught off-guard, too, because this can't be the first time I've bitten him on the neck. Just like he'd done for me numerous time, I finally find myself in a position where I know his secret.
It's like an on switch and I'm being tossed every which way (metaphorically) as he steps away from being considerate for my body to rendering it unconscious with every thrust. And I'm dying inside, and I love it. He's lost in abandonment and I'm screaming like it's murder, and maybe it is--if I wake up tomorrow, I'm going to feel like hell, for sure, oh--but let me die like this. I'll take his secret with me, but I'd rather not, because it's really good, and he's not going to let me at it again for a while. I need to savor this, remember this, my fantastic monster.
I fell a giant, but I finally made him surrender. I think I got it all, now. Oh...
Come on, Renbu, one more time. Let me bite you.