So, I was messing around on tumblr and found this:
30 Day OTP Porn Challenge. And since I can never have enough porn, I decided to do it.
Here are the rules and prompts:
ChasingRiver’s 30 Day OTP Porn Challenge!
For those of us who draw/write porn, some of the regular prompts just aren’t, well, “porny” enough. So I made up some of my own.
The rules are the same: Screw the rules. Use the prompts in any way you want over however long you want. This is meant to be fun, not painful! Please just tag the resulting porny goodness.
Use one prompt each day to write (or draw) something with your fandom and OTP. These prompts were created with fanfic in mind, but if you want to create art instead, great! Be sure to tag each entry with 30 Day OTP Porn Challenge (please note the addition of ‘Porn’ in the tag) to make it easier to keep track of them. Interpret the prompts any way you like!
1. Anal sex
2. Awkward sex / things that don’t go as planned
3.
Body fluids 4. Bondage
5. Breath
play Nipple play (*) Breath play (*)
6. Corsets
7. Creative sexual positions
8. Dominance/submission
9. Double penetration
10. Explaining a kink to their partner
11. Explaining their (unconventional/kinky/incestuous)
relationship to a disapproving third party (roommate, coworker, family member, spouse, pet, etc.)
12. First time they have sex
13. Gags
14. Genderswap
15. Getting caught having sex
16. Latex/leather
17. Masturbation
18. Medical play
19. Oral sex
20. Out-of-character clothing
21. Pain/sensation play
22. Public/semi-public sex
23. Rimming
24. Roleplaying
25. Sensory deprivation
26. Sex at work/school/ancestral home/other wildly inappropriate location
27. Sex toys (purchasing, using, misusing, misplacing, etc.)
28. Spanking
29. Threesome/group sex
30. Voyeurism
I’d really like this to get some traction so we can overrun the world with more porn. ;) If you’d consider reblogging this instead of just ‘liking’ it, I’d really appreciate it, thanks!
* I changed breath play to nipple play due to the health risks of breath play. For more information, please see
here. I changed this back (just for my own challenge) because I enjoy writing breath play -and, yes, it is extremely dangerous. It's not something that should be attempted casually or without doing research. Please, if you attempt this, be as safe as possible and try to do it with someone you trust and with a safe word(gesture) in place.
So, yeah, there you go. My OTP is going to be Peterick (Pete Wentz/Patrick Stump) -I know, know, such a surprise, right? on't know if I'm going to be able to post these consecutively, but I'll try and I'm definitely going to be doing all of them. Enjoy.
Day 1, prompt: masturbation.
Patrick blinked his eyes open and it took a second for it to register where he was.
Right; he had fallen asleep on Pete's couch while they were watching Lost Boys for the thousandth time. Looking around, he realized Pete must have finally went to try to sleep.
He rolled off the couch and stretched before he grabbed his glasses off the coffee table where Pete must have put them and headed upstairs to the guest bedroom.
Patrick paused when he walked by Pete's bedroom; the door was cracked and he heard a rustling noise like maybe Pete was trying to get comfortable. He was about to push the door open and say something when Pete let out a low moan.
He froze for a minute, his mind supplying images for him of what Pete looked like at that exact second; his legs braced against the mattress, thrusting up into his own fist.
Patrick shook his head and backed up a couple steps; he tried to talk himself into walking away, going down to the other bedroom and try to block out any and all visuals from this and pretend it never happened.
Just as he turned to keep going down the hall, he heard Pete breathe out, “'Trick,” in a rough voice.
Almost like a dream, Patrick watched his hand reach out and push the door open a few more inches as he silently stepped closer to the doorway.
Patrick's breath caught at the sight in front of him: Pete was sprawled on the bed, his legs spread as far as they could go, his feet on the bed.
Patrick could hear the slippery wet sound of Pete's fist as he stroked his dick, his grunts and moans getting louder with every second.
“Fuck, 'Trick,” Pete groaned and Patrick could see that his eyes were squeezed shut; his next words had a desperate edge to them, “your mouth, fuck, I want you to -”
Pete cut off the flow of words by sucking on the fingers of his left hand; the loud, obscene slurping noise made Patrick's erection even harder. He noticed, vaguely, that his pajama pants were tented to a ridiculous angle and his boxer briefs were starting to hurt his cock, they were getting so tight.
Pete whimpered around his fingers, his right hand moving even faster as he started fucking into his own hand. He moved his left hand from his mouth and down his chest, pausing to play with his nipples, before he continued on.
He paused briefly to adjust his legs and then Pete let out a needy whine as he started probing his own entrance.
“I want,” Pete panted out, his whole body tensing as he arched up a final time, come coating his hand and chest.
Patrick could only stand there, staring, as Pete collapsed back onto the bed and tried to come back down. He palmed his own dick when Pete took a shuddering breath and removed his fingers, a pained wince crossing his face briefly.
Pete sat up and rolled his shoulder before he looked around the bed, clearly searching for something. He glanced at the doorway and then did a double take when he realized Patrick was actually standing there.
Their eyes met and held for a long moment before Patrick took another step inside the room.