how to be on the gray scale and write ridiculous amounts of porn at the same time
Actually the only thing this porn I'm currently writing is missing is peen. There is no peen, because headcanon and WAP!verse say so.
There is, however, me dumping all the kinks I've kept under the bed for months if not years on this particular pornfic. Well, not all of them but a good fuckload of them make a long overdue appearance because I guess I've reached that point where both I and my OTP are comfortable enough to go there.
By "go there" I mean full on dominating aggressive possessiveness on Tron's part. I mean rough sex by way of set yourself on fire (minus the peen). I mean a lot of holding down/restraining and control and orgasm denial and begging. I mean Tron deciding when Sam can come and constantly denying him when he's begging for it.
(flipped out when a snippet of dialogue popped into my head where Tron indirectly suggested a safeword; for the love of fuck I can't be writing anything d/s related am I because I have never read/liked it and all of a sudden :|)
Normally I'd be triggered right the hell out. Normally I wouldn't even dream of writing it because I have such a huge thing for consent, consensual sex, and an emphasis on emotion over what's actually going on in bed. Y'know, shades of vanilla.
But there comes a time where what you want and what you need clash. You want safe, consensual, enthusiastic, and switching. You need aggressive, dominating, and rough to the point of pain. You wonder how the hell to make them collide beautifully. You also wonder how else to tag your fanart with a fic.
...have Sam enthusiastically - possibly aggressively - consent to Tron dominating the hell out of him.
BOOM, pornfic. Scratch that itch, self! Scratch it like the ~wind~!
This is the long-winded version of me saying "CHANGE? YOU GOT CHANGE? Here, have a snippet of where I hope the porn-in-progress is going. I wrote it while at work tutoring 4th graders."
He’s a trembling, keening mess, barely able to hold himself up on his hands and knees to give Tron access to the circuits on his chest. The entrancing array on his back glows so brightly; Tron caresses a line curving around his right shoulder blade and Sam cries out, arches his back while the circuit flares and throbs. He collapses on the bed with a heaving sob, pushing his hips down on the sheets in an attempt to discharge the excess energy.
“Oh god, fuck, please, just fucking do somethi-shit!”
Tron licks a circuit on his neck as he pushes himself off Sam; pent-up pleasure courses through his code but he resists the urge to meld himself back down on the tense curve of Sam’s back. He presses his forehead to Sam’s shoulder and breathes in ozone, closes his eyes for a second to center himself. He feels Sam moving restlessly under him, and bites the spot where neck and shoulder meet, growls, “Don’t.”
Sam shudders and tenses as Tron pushes himself up and sits back on his knees, trying to hide the needy noises at the back of his throat.
“When?” Sam hisses.
“When I say so,” Tron rumbles as he teases a long circuit line that disappears under Sam’s pants. Sam groans and tries to press against his hand, seeking more friction, but Tron pushes him back down on the bed.
/flies into the sun
There is, however, me dumping all the kinks I've kept under the bed for months if not years on this particular pornfic. Well, not all of them but a good fuckload of them make a long overdue appearance because I guess I've reached that point where both I and my OTP are comfortable enough to go there.
By "go there" I mean full on dominating aggressive possessiveness on Tron's part. I mean rough sex by way of set yourself on fire (minus the peen). I mean a lot of holding down/restraining and control and orgasm denial and begging. I mean Tron deciding when Sam can come and constantly denying him when he's begging for it.
(flipped out when a snippet of dialogue popped into my head where Tron indirectly suggested a safeword; for the love of fuck I can't be writing anything d/s related am I because I have never read/liked it and all of a sudden :|)
Normally I'd be triggered right the hell out. Normally I wouldn't even dream of writing it because I have such a huge thing for consent, consensual sex, and an emphasis on emotion over what's actually going on in bed. Y'know, shades of vanilla.
But there comes a time where what you want and what you need clash. You want safe, consensual, enthusiastic, and switching. You need aggressive, dominating, and rough to the point of pain. You wonder how the hell to make them collide beautifully. You also wonder how else to tag your fanart with a fic.
...have Sam enthusiastically - possibly aggressively - consent to Tron dominating the hell out of him.
BOOM, pornfic. Scratch that itch, self! Scratch it like the ~wind~!
This is the long-winded version of me saying "CHANGE? YOU GOT CHANGE? Here, have a snippet of where I hope the porn-in-progress is going. I wrote it while at work tutoring 4th graders."
He’s a trembling, keening mess, barely able to hold himself up on his hands and knees to give Tron access to the circuits on his chest. The entrancing array on his back glows so brightly; Tron caresses a line curving around his right shoulder blade and Sam cries out, arches his back while the circuit flares and throbs. He collapses on the bed with a heaving sob, pushing his hips down on the sheets in an attempt to discharge the excess energy.
“Oh god, fuck, please, just fucking do somethi-shit!”
Tron licks a circuit on his neck as he pushes himself off Sam; pent-up pleasure courses through his code but he resists the urge to meld himself back down on the tense curve of Sam’s back. He presses his forehead to Sam’s shoulder and breathes in ozone, closes his eyes for a second to center himself. He feels Sam moving restlessly under him, and bites the spot where neck and shoulder meet, growls, “Don’t.”
Sam shudders and tenses as Tron pushes himself up and sits back on his knees, trying to hide the needy noises at the back of his throat.
“When?” Sam hisses.
“When I say so,” Tron rumbles as he teases a long circuit line that disappears under Sam’s pants. Sam groans and tries to press against his hand, seeking more friction, but Tron pushes him back down on the bed.
/flies into the sun