101 Kinks

[toxal]

stealing from devot~ comment with a pairing and a kink and i'll write a drabble! preferably of our Fallout Boys <3

i crossed out the ones i won't do, but everything else is fair game.

1. A/B/O
2. after an injury, hurt/comfort
3. almost getting caught
4. anonymous sex
5. bad sex/sex fails
6. barebacking
7. barely legal
8. begging
9. blood play
10. body swap
11. body worship
12. bondage/restraints/collars
13. break up/make up
14. breath play
15. claiming/marking
16. clothing fetish (medical, military, uniforms, armor)
17. come marking
18. coming untouched
19. courtesan/hooker
20. cross-dressing/drag
21. daddy kink
22. delayed gratification/teasing
23. dirty talk
24. dom/sub
25. double penetration
26. erotic branding
27. exhibitionism
28. finger fucking
29. first time
30. fisting
31. food fetish
32. forbidden love
33. fuck buddies/one night stand/casual hookup
34. fuck or die
35. fully clothed
36. gangbang/orgy
37. gender swap
38. gentle sex
39. getting caught
40. grooming/hair kink
41. gun/sword/knife play
42. hand jobs
43. honeymoon
44. humiliation
45. I missed you
46. I’m sorry
47. in a car/vehicle
48. in a mirror
49. intoxication
50. jealous
51. lap-dance/striptease
52. last time/end of the world
53. lingerie/panty kink
54. loud sex
55. making porn
56. masturbation
57. mile high club
58. mind control/aliens made them do it
59. mistaken identity
60. morning sex
61. multiple orgasm
62. name kink/pet names
63. necrophilia
64. no speaking
65. oral sex
66. orgasm delay/denial
67. phone sex/sexting
68. pon farr/sex pollen
69. predator/prey, hunting
70. promiscuity
71. public sex/outdoor sex
72. quickies
73. rimming
74. role play
75. role reversal
76. rough sex/pain
77. scent kink
78. school girl/teacher kink
79. sensation play/temperature play/over-stimulation
80. sex as performance/third person watches
81. sex marathon
82. sex slaves
83. sex tapes
84. sex toys/plugs
85. shaving
86. simultaneous orgasm
87. size kink/size queen
88. sloppy seconds
89. soulmates/soul bond
90. spanking
91. spit-roasting
92. swimming pool/hot tub
93. telepathy
94. trapped together
95. underage
96. voyeurism
97. wake up in the middle of the night sex/somnophilia
98. washing/bathing/shower sex
99. watching porn
100. wet dreams
101. wish/fantasy fulfillment

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[devot]

/rubs hands together

2. after an injury, hurt/comfort; Harry/Jeffrey
5. bad sex/sex fails; Tristan/Patrik
10. body swap; Arthur/Jeffrey (or Arthur/Kris)
49. intoxication; Arthur/dealer's choice
80. sex as performance/third person watches; OT3 Arthur/Jeffrey/Kris
96. voyeurism; OT3 Arthur/Harry/Jeffrey

and for funsies

68. sex pollen; dealer's choice

2. after an injury, hurt/comfort

[toxal]

In the midst of a firefight, Jeffrey is struck by a stray bullet; it blazes past his shoulder, tearing through his coat and flesh. White hot pain blinds him as he doubles over, a hand on his upper arm; Harry is there in an instant, aiming effortlessly with one hand, taking out the last man standing before he kneels at Jeffrey's side.

"Oh no," Harry breathes as he peels Jeffrey's hand away from the wound. "We need to get you back to Arthur..."

Jeffrey bites back stinging tears. "I'll be fine," he gasps, "I just need to get home. A stimpak will - will fix this." He hisses as Harry touches the frayed edges of his coat, then turns his head to look. "Goddamn... my favorite jacket..."

Home is close by, just a short trek from the fledgling Raider camp they have successfully destroyed. Without another word, Harry scoops Jeffrey into his arms, and they are headed back for Providence. Jeffrey clings to Harry's shirt, humiliated and in pain, tears squeezing past his rough demeanor.

Back home, Harry sets Jeffrey down on their bed, then turns to the doorway. "I'm gonna get Arthur," he says. "I know you said a stimpak would work, but I really think -"

"Harry," Jeffrey croaks, and Harry turns to him fully, half-reaching to him in the moment it takes him to realize how in distress Jeffrey is. "I'll be fine - honest - just... I just want you with me right now."

Harry's heart pangs, and he sweeps forward, gathering Jeffrey into his arms as he kneels on the bed over him, allowing Jeffrey to hide his face in the crook of Harry's shoulder. Jeffrey is so rarely hurt on the field, he thinks, and is clearly upset - perhaps it was foolish of him to try and leave, even for a moment. He pets Jeffrey's hair and soothes him in quiet tones, then pulls back enough to help Jeffrey out of his jacket, which is tossed to the floor in near-disgust.

"Arthur can fix it," Harry says softly, thumbing tears from Jeffrey's eyes.

Jeffrey sniffs, blinks, then pulls Harry in with his undamaged arm and kisses him deeply.

It is such an easy transition to make, the hop-skip-jump from comfort to intimacy. Jeffrey needs his shirt off as well, and from there he is too beautiful to resist; Harry kisses his perfect shoulders, his narrow chest and soft tummy, and his gorgeous nose; then he pulls back, reluctant.

"The stimpak," he says, eyeing the graze-wound on Jeffrey's upper arm, stark pink and red against smooth tan flesh.

"I'll live," Jeffrey replies, laughing, tears still in his eyes. "Make love to me, Harry."

And so he does.

5. bad sex/sex fails

[toxal]

"Okay, wait - ow - stop! Stop, stop."

With a short huff and a fiery glare, Patrik stops what he's doing and sits back on his heels, his erection standing tall against his pale thighs. "What, am I not good enough for you?" he snaps, defensive and humiliated. "Not like all those - those other guys?"

Tristan props himself up on his elbows and parts his knees so he can see Patrik clearly. "That's not it, Pat," he says. "You were literally hurting me. I don't think you know what you're -"

"I know what I'm doing!" Patrik snarls. Tristan tenses, knuckles pale as he grips the sheets. His face is unreadable, it always is, but Patrik sees his knees tremble and seems to come back to reality. Tristan's reality.

He sighs.

"...Sorry," he grumbles, sitting back fully on his rear and frowning down at his softening arousal. "I'm just... Fuck, Tris. I just wanted it to be good." He lifts his knees and wraps his arms around them, glowering off to the side of the room. "You're my first... guy, y'know? But you're... you. I wanted it to be special."

They hadn't been together too terribly long, but Tristan took full notice of the way Patrik changed for him. He was more open, more honest about his feelings; he did his best to not yell, or make loud noises, or be pushy. He shoved aside his own feelings for Tristan's sake.

Surfacing from the depths of his brief emotional flashback, Tristan feels his heart swell with love for his dream boy.

He pulls himself up and crawls to Patrik, catching his gaze and wordlessly leaning in for a kiss. Patrik does not question him as Tristan pushes him towards the pillows, then down onto his back. His thighs are clamped tight, however, as he says, "I don't wanna be on the bottom, Tris."

"You're not going to be," Tristan purrs as he situates himself above Patrik, a coy smile playing at his lips as he eases his boyfriend's thighs apart and strokes their inner sides. Patrik is intrigued, and quickly hardening again as he hungrily watches Tristan trail slender fingers up the length of his shaft. They are both still lubricated, and Tristan pulls his hand back sticky.

"Let me be in control," Tristan says as he aligns himself properly, teasing Patrik's cock with his ass. Patrik can only nod; he decides this is a fair compromise for their first time... and Tristan definitely knows what he's doing. Patrik grabs his younger cousin by the hips, thumbs running over the smooth edge of his bones against his flesh as Tristan carefully lowers himself, groaning contentedly as he is filled.

All in all, it goes better than Patrik had expected.

10. body swap

[toxal]

The body swap is a shock to them both, and is not easily gotten used to. They panic, make jokes, panic some more, and scramble to try and find out how to reverse it. Jeffrey struggles with occupying the body of his longtime crush; it is so hard to not just bask in the closeness of being Arthur. He is positive Arthur is more terrified than he is, because he isn't having such a reverent experience (although he makes light of how nice his new ass is).

In the midst of it all, Jeffrey finds time to creep away.

As soon as he is alone, he drags his hands down, then back up his body. He feels his face, his throat, his stomach; he runs his fingers along his inner thighs, deliriously excited, then pulls Arthur's sweater up over his nose and breathes in deep. He has never felt so turned on in his life.

Slowly, he unbuttons Arthur's jeans, then giddily takes his swelling erection into his hands, looking down upon it with a nervous, lip-biting smile. Is this what Arthur sees when he touches himself? Or does he ever look? Does he even know how amazing it is? Jeffrey isn't sure. He bites back a moan as he strokes it, then uses his free hand to pull the sweater over his nose again. It will muffle his sounds and help him along; it smells so deeply of Arthur. Everything does.

"Hey," he hears his own voice say, "didn't your mama ever tell you not to play with other boy's penises?"

Jeffrey jumps in shock as Arthur - in Jeffrey's body - slides up behind him, one hand on his exposed hip, the other aligning itself with Jeffrey's fingers. "Not that I blame you," Arthur says in Jeffrey's voice. "It's a nice penis."

"A-Arthur," Jeffrey gasps.

"Shh, it's okay," says Arthur, urging Jeffrey to stroke faster, letting out a rumbling laugh - so foreign from Jeffrey's throat - when Jeffrey has to bite back a fervent moan. "Can't tell you how hot it is to watch myself jerk it. You know what'd be hotter, though?"

Jeffrey whimpers.

"Getting to see myself fuck," Arthur growls, smirking, rubbing the pad of his thumb firmly over the tip. "Whaddaya say, stud? Wanna take this hot gay twink for a ride?" He chuckles, then lets go and circles around to Jeffrey's front, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him down.

"After all, isn't that what you've always wanted, Jeffie?"

"This isn't exactly how I pictured it going," Jeffrey admits, reaching up to run his foreign fingers through his own russet hair, the way he'd always imagined Arthur doing it. "But... I-I guess I won't look a gift horse in the mouth." He is dizzy with lust, willing to accept this for what it is rather than ask questions.

Arthur smirks, such an Arthur expression on Jeffrey's soft face. "Me neither," he says, "but if you're so desperate that you're gonna sneak off to touch my junk - well, why should we wait any longer?"

Jeffrey finds out how easy his body is to maneuver under Arthur's hands. He sees what he looks like, from an outsider perspective; he also sees what he looks like filled with Arthur's cock, rocking against the bed sheets, crying out in bliss. Arthur is more of a mess than Jeffrey would have anticipated, but it's a good look, both on what he knows is Arthur and on his own body.

"Damn," he says, spreading his own thighs apart as his body heaves and pants. "Look how filled you are. That looks amazing."

"Hey, if you're gonna be me," Arthur groans, "you're not done."

"Huh?"

Arthur props himself up on his elbows, sex-ruffled and looking positively devious. He reaches down, and Jeffrey has to bite back a moan as Arthur sticks a finger in himself, then lifts it to Jeffrey's mouth and pushes it past his lips. Jeffrey sucks obediently.

"Get down there," Arthur purrs, "and clean up the mess you made. It's what I would do."

Jeffrey can't argue with that kind of logic.