Need writing mojo - send me prompts
I need to get my mojo going. For the first five people who ask on this post, I'll write ficlets!
Send me fandom, pairing and a prompt, and I'll come up with something!
Send me fandom, pairing and a prompt, and I'll come up with something!
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Please may I prompt Jeff/Jenson and piercing, probably in the sex corps universe but feel free to take it wherever you want
“We don’t have to do this.”
Jensen didn’t open his eyes. “I know. But I want to try.”
That didn’t mean he had to look. With piercing there was always the risk of blood, and that was something Jensen still could not abide. Jeff would not blindfold him, so they compromised. Jensen would keep his eyes shut until Jeff told him it was safe.
His arms had been bound above his head, and his body stretched out into position. Jensen could hear Jeff’s moving around the playroom, and the clink of the instruments he’d brought in. Jeff had spent weeks training for this - piercing, even temporary piercing, wasn’t something you did on a whim.
Jensen gasped as something cool touched his nipples. He’d lost track of where Jeff was in the room. Sloppy.
No, this wasn’t a mission. They were home. Jensen wanted this. He took a deep breath.
“Ok, sweetheart?” Jeff said, his deep rumble welcome - it grounded Jensen, reminded him of exactly where he was.
“Stay close,” Jensen whispered. “I need to know you are there.”
“Always.” Jeff pressed his lips against Jensen’s neck, warm and familiar. “You should feel slightly numb in a moment.”
“How would you describe slightly numb?”
His nipples tingled. There was no doubt about that. Jensen squirmed, but mostly to make sure he stayed in contact with the warmth of Jeff’s body.
Jeff placed a hand on Jensen’s abdomen. “You’re going to have to stay still for this next bit.”
Jensen swallowed. Was he ready? Could he do this? Should he just safeword out of the whole thing? “All right. Sir.”
How odd. He knew there were hands on him, but he didn’t feel any pain, just pressure against his chest, a build up against one nipple, then the other. Jeff’s breath was warm against Jensen’s skin and he held on to that.
“Open your eyes,” Jeff whispered.
Jensen blinked, adjusting to the sudden light. He looked down and admired Jeff’s handiwork - two metal rods, one in each nipple. They were only temporary, but as Jeff stroked Jensen’s pecs, he had a feeling they might try this again.
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***Grinning broadly...may just have to go read it again. :)***
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Thank you so very, very much.
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