The Les Mis Anon Kink Meme, Round 2

Feb 10, 2013 23:07

Since LJ seems to have finally capitulated to the Russian government and is now subject to Russian anti-obscenity laws, I'm not going to take a chance on sudden deletions. The Les Mis kinkmeme now lives at https://lesmiskinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/. (Round 2 here.) Everything has been backed up there. The LJ kinkmeme will stay up, but is now closed to ( Read more... )

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anonymous February 27 2013, 09:48:43 UTC
Enjolra/Grantaire- TW: really screwed up relationship dynamics, humiliation

the reason Enjolras doesn't have sex is that he can only get off when dominating/degrading/hurting someone (and I mean seriously actually hurting someone), and he hates that part of himself so much he completely bottles up his sex drive. However, Grantaire loves Enjolras so much and has so little self worth that he actually likes Enjolras treating him like shit. So he and Enjolras get into a screwed-up relationship, with Enjolras feeling really guilty about his 'interests' but can't stop because it feels so good and Grantaire won't lift a finger to stop him.

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anonymous February 27 2013, 16:52:15 UTC
What is it about me and loving angsty prompts about characters I love? Oh, yeah, masochism, I forgot.

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anonymous February 27 2013, 17:20:29 UTC
Wow. The prompt is already hot by itself. Hoping it'll get filled!

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anonymous February 27 2013, 21:58:57 UTC
"I'd do anything. Black your boots."

The beast Enjolras keeps chained up inside him cracks an eye open at that. Ruthlessly he shoves it down, his breath quickening. "Don't offer that, Grantaire," he says harshly. "Don't abase yourself in front of me." It's an order he'd give on principle, of course. He more than anyone has reason to loathe the very idea of man on his knees before man. But it's also a plea. He has serious matters to attend to tonight, and he hasn't the time or the energy to deal with base instincts he thought he'd locked away long ago.

But Grantaire looks up at him with a wry grin and the gleam of challenge in his eyes. "Why not? You call yourselves the friends of the abaissé, and I've miserably flunked every other way to earn your friendship. Why shouldn't I slide that little bit lower to reach the last avenue to your good graces?" So saying, he slides loose-limbed out of his chair--oh, he's definitely been hitting the bottle tonight--and onto all fours in front of Enjolras. His words are sardonic, but once he's ( ... )

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anonymous February 27 2013, 22:02:36 UTC
Enjolras' knees almost buckle under him. It's been years. Years. And when he came back to himself that first and last time and saw what he'd inflicted on another living soul, he swore never again. But Grantaire is mouthing at his boots with an expression almost of rapture, his tongue sliding out wetly to caress the leather, and when Enjolras gathers the presence of mind to try to kick him away, he takes it on the chin--literally--and doggedly returns to his self-appointed task without a murmur of complaint. It's more than compliance, it's a slavish joy in his own degradation, and it's like throwing kerosene on an open fire. Enjolras' whole mind is consumed in it. He watches, with shudders of heat spreading over his skin, as Grantaire licks the very dust of the streets off his boots. And when Grantaire reaches the sharp corner of the raised heel and tries to clean underneath it with eager lips and tongue, Enjolras, like a horrified third-party spectator to his own actions, watches himself raise his heel just enough to catch Grantaire' ( ... )

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anonymous February 27 2013, 22:04:37 UTC
oh my god it's perfect

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anonymous February 27 2013, 22:05:32 UTC
Enjolras gives in. He hates himself for it. But he'd asked Grantaire to stop him, and instead Grantaire gave him permission--practically invited him--and now he's tumbling right over the edge of the precipice. "You do realize that's pathetic," he sneers, curling his fingers in Grantaire's hair and twisting, not even sure anymore how much is truth and how much is performance. "You've sunk so low that you think this is all you're good for, don't you?"

"Yes," Grantaire breathes, his face contorted in ecstasies of pain, "yes, because it's true."

"You want to be used ( ... )

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anonymous February 27 2013, 22:06:49 UTC
yes yes yes yeesssyesyes

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anonymous February 27 2013, 22:09:59 UTC
Hottest fic ever.

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anonymous February 27 2013, 22:16:25 UTC
(Dear LiveJournal, PLEASE LOAD, I want to get the last two parts of this fucker posted before I can run away from it in shame.)

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Slowly, carefully, looking like he's trying to commit each moment to memory for all eternity, Grantaire takes Enjolras' cock inch by inch into his mouth. His mouth is warm, wet with spit and probably with blood, and seems to pulse and clutch at his heated flesh. Deeper, deeper, and there's still almost enough room for Enjolras to wrap his hand around the base when Grantaire chokes and pulls back. Enjolras, startled into a moan by the spasming of Grantaire's throat, barely gives him time to recover before seizing fistfuls of his hair and holding his head in place as he thrusts into his mouth. He has to distract himself somehow or he'll come immediately, so he starts to talk: "You're loving this, aren't you? Being debased. You think you deserve it. That you're lucky to get it. You like the abuse. The more I hurt you--the more you like it--" He forces himself deeper, ignoring--no, relishing--the way ( ... )

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anonymous February 27 2013, 22:19:13 UTC
don't you dare run away in shame this fic is a precious jewel

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anonymous February 27 2013, 22:19:33 UTC
"Because it's not true," Enjolras continues, guilt beginning to gnaw at his insides. "You don't deserve any of it. I..." He looks at Grantaire, who is bruised and bleeding and staring at him with glazed, uncomprehending eyes. "Grantaire, I'm so sorry ( ... )

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anonymous February 27 2013, 22:20:46 UTC
asflda;dlgsdh

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anonymous February 27 2013, 22:41:25 UTC
It's insanely hot and I'm sort of trembling right now. I read it three times already and it hits all of my kinks but more than this, it's the first fic I read which sells me Enjolras as a sexual being.
It works, this kind of repression and of conflict works with the character, and you know, it's his PoV, so you never describe how hot he is but he's never been hotter, I'm so incoherent, hope you won't mind.
Please, please, tell me you will repost it on AO3 or somewhere. I want to have a handier place to link it and squee about it.

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anonymous February 27 2013, 23:03:17 UTC
Wow, thanks! I'm glad this shameless bit of id-fic managed to hit anyone else's kinks but mine.

AO3 post probably forthcoming as soon as I stop dithering over whether to de-anon.

(CAPTCHA: 'Metal spoofs.' Dammit, trying to think of a way to work a Spinal Tap joke into this comment and failing.)

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anonymous February 28 2013, 15:00:15 UTC
Yeah! I don't follow the pairing on AO3, so I hope you'll post a link here.

By the way, re-reading this again and again, and wikipedia tells me that the word "kerosene" only goes back to 1846.

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