October 1st, 2010
|02:18 pm - Heroes Memorial Kink Meme #1|
Around this time for the past four years, the show would normally be starting its newest season. We might not have new episodes this time, but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy some good ol' kinking!
01. All prompts must be Heroes-related. (e.g. Heroes characters or Heroes actors.) Crossovers are fine.
02. All kinks/orientations of all varying degrees are allowed. (Fluff, fade-to-black, hardcore – it's all good.)
03. Gen prompts are okay too!
04. No flaming.
HOW TO REQUEST
Comment (anonymously or otherwise) with one or more prompts. You can ask for a pairing, a character, a situation, or anything you want at all!
HOW TO FILL
Find a prompt that intrigues you and write something that fits the criteria. Then, post your fic in response to the prompt. If someone beats you to filling the prompt, still feel free to post yours!
EDIT 1/29/11: New Kink Meme here!
|Date:||October 1st, 2010 10:29 pm (UTC)|| |
Adam/Peter, messing around with their shared healing ability. In the bedroom, of course. I'd prefer if Adam is the one who dominates and kind of shows Peter the ropes.
|Date:||October 2nd, 2010 08:45 am (UTC)|| |
I think I went a bit darker than you wanted, but I hope you enjoy!
The last thing Peter remembered before waking up was a sharp pain in his neck. He gasped for breath and jerked, only to find his arms and legs were pinned tightly to the bed. "What..."
"You always wondered what it felt like to be murdered in your sleep, I felt I'd oblige" Adam wiped the blood off the edge of the knife in his hand with a smirk.
"Christ" He gets a good look at his chest, seeing the blood on it he knows Adam must have slit his throat. He tugs on the restraints that are holding him still, grunting. "So this is the game tonight? Killing me isn't much of a turn on."
"Well it turned me on" Adam straddled Peter's naked form, rubbing the tip of the knife around his nipple in slow circles. "Your mouth was making the most adorable quirks as you bled out..."
"That's sick..." And yet Peter wasn't using any of his abilities to get him off of him. He longed to understand more about everything he could do, to master it all, and the man above him had the experience to learn from.
"I'm sick, irreparably." As he leaned in to kiss Peter's lips he plunged the blade into his heart, smiling as he felt the jerks below and the sputters above. "That's it... let go..." He pecked his lips softly before tugging the knife out again. "You can't imagine the pain of losing a limb."
Peter coughed back awake, his head spinning. He barely felt Adam slide back, but he did feel him begin to finger him. Peter grunted in discomfort.
"Yes, this will hurt. The relative sting of it should pale to that stabbing. Don't puss out on me, boy." Adam stretched and scissored his hole with a chuckle as Peter squirmed.
"Quit dicking around and just fuck me then, prick. Ahh!" Peter doesn't appreciate the art of torture like Adam.
"Say Please." Adam taunted him with a sing song voice.
Adam happily obliged, pushing into his stretched, but healing, hole. Peter yelped at the pressure, the pain, but as Adam worked into a rhythm he slowly rocked his hips back. The knife drug along Peter's skin, slicing and cutting open little wounds that sealed shut quicker than usual, his body fighting to heal where it hurt the most.
"Don't stop...don't stop" Peter hoarsely groaned between breaths.
Peter was forced to shut his eyes as Adam sliced a line across his face, blood pooled in the corner of his eyes. "It's a shame that won't stay," Adam lamented, "I don't want anyone else to want you." He kissed him hungrily, biting and tugging on his lover's adorable lip.
It didn't take long for Adam to find his release, quivering and chuckling over the bound man. "I'm insulted that didn't get you off, Peter. I should slice it off."
"If you do, yours will be right behind it." Peter smiled up at him, groaning as Adam pulled out and climbed off the bed.
"Ouch." Adam laughed and shrugged it off, reaching to grip Peter's hair. "You need your rest, darling... you're getting snippy"
Peter of course didn't understand what that meant, but it became painfully clear as Adam stabbed the knife into the back of his head right into that very special spot. Before leaving the room he took a moment to kiss his fingers then push them against Peter's limp lips. "Until I come again..."
|Date:||October 1st, 2010 10:32 pm (UTC)|| |
Samuel/Sylar, sex at the carnival. Maybe during the hours when it's running and so they have to do it somewhere hidden and be very quiet? Would prefer if Samuel is the one topping.
|Date:||October 1st, 2010 10:35 pm (UTC)|| |
Sylar/Peter. Assume that Peter is immortal (he held onto Claire's ability, or whatever other explanation you can come up with). The two have spent many years (I'm thinking 50+) avoiding each other and hating each other, but too much time has passed, and it's affected them both. They run into each other by chance, and one thing leads to another. I'm not big on woobie Sylar, so try to avoid that if possible? Also, Peter still holding a grudge over Nathan's death would be great.
|Date:||October 1st, 2010 10:37 pm (UTC)|| |
Elle/Claire, electric play. Somehow, Elle manages to make Claire feel again.
|Date:||October 2nd, 2010 07:12 am (UTC)|| |
Elle shifted position slightly, drawing closer. “Do you feel this?”
Claire closed her eyes and arched into the touch. She didn’t answer but Elle hadn’t really been expecting one. This was habit for them by now. The former cheerleader might at times protest, they might occasionally pick opposite sides of a conflict, but they always ended up like this. It was, the young villain noted with some smugness, because she could offer the other woman something no one else could.
This time it was in an alley behind a specials only bar. Elle could still hear the loud music playing inside, feel the rumble of it pass through Claire as she pressed her against the wall. The hemline Noah would never approve of on his little girl inched higher as Claire struggled for a purchase. She tightened her legs around Elle’s hips.
Elle pressed two fingers deeper inside, twisting just so to draw a reaction. With her other hand she let blue-white arcs of electricity dance over exposed skin. “Do you feel this?”
An incoherent noise from the back of the cheerleader’s throat was her only reply as she turned her head to the side.
Elle smiled and increased the flow of power, letting it travel through the other woman and fill her completely. “Liar.”
|Date:||October 1st, 2010 10:40 pm (UTC)|| |
Sylar!Nathan/Peter – Nathan is still surviving in Sylar's body, but just barely. To keep his brother alive but also keep the world safe, Peter is forced to keep Sylar locked away where no one can find him... but that means the same goes for Nathan too.
|Date:||October 1st, 2010 10:47 pm (UTC)|| |
Adam/Elle. The incident that Adam refers to when he says "I'd stay away from that one. I caved in a desperate moment six years ago and I'm still paying the price."
|Date:||October 1st, 2010 10:49 pm (UTC)|| |
Sylar/Claire. What happened behind the doors of the Stanton to get him to toss Claire out.
|Date:||October 1st, 2010 11:05 pm (UTC)|| |
Adam/Claire, mentorship. "The things you don't know about your ability could fill a book."
|Date:||November 17th, 2010 02:57 am (UTC)|| |
Training (part 1)
Claire waits patiently as he walks around the study; for weeks, Adam has been resistant in Claire's pleas about knowing more about their shared ability. She thought that he was just being stubborn and then she realized after 400 year, he probably enjoyed the attention. It still annoys her when he'd call upon her for an important meeting and then have to wait until he actually says anything of value.
This is one of the occasions, and Claire is starting to get fed up with it.
Which is why she stood up abruptly, and footsteps away from the door when he finally speaks: "The things you don't know about your ability could fill a book."
Claire wants to scream at him for leading her on for so long but instead only turns around, waiting for him to continue.
Adam knows he has her attention. It was his plan all along to keep her in the dark until the perfect moment presented itself. Now is that time.
In truth, all those weeks he listened to Claire's constant pleas to tell her everything he knew, he was plotting the perfect moment to seduce her. The way he set up this meeting in the study, the atmosphere subdued -- not mention calling on her so late at night.
Adam walks casually over to her, staring into her green eyes. He so loved looking into those orbs.
"You can't understand your ability until you give yourself to my tutelage," he says.
Claire glares at him, turning to leave but Adam grabs her arm. "Peter was right about you. You don't care about helping me," she retorts.
"You don't make the rules my dear, I do and if you still the answers you're looking for, you won't question my authority or methods," Adam says. "It doesn't work any other way,"
Claire wants to walk out but she can't resist. This is what she wants. Her dad couldn't give the answers she needed but Adam could. If she walked away now, she would be alone again and Claire didn't want that.
"All right," she consents.
|Date:||October 1st, 2010 11:06 pm (UTC)|| |
Hiro accidentally teleports to Pandora and falls in love with a Na'vi princess. Avatar crossover teehee.
|Date:||November 12th, 2010 08:27 pm (UTC)|| |
Emergency teleports never, ever went as planned. Mostly because they weren't, planned.
Hiro opened his squinted up eyes and and the first thing he saw could only be described as the ultimate Otaku wet-dream.
Right before his eyes, a nine-foot tall, alien-blue Neko-girl with proportions straight out of Evangelion was standing out of some sort of neon-glowing jungle pool, lithe, naked body framed by a curtain luminescent willow trees.
The life-long socially-inept-with-the-opposite-sex comic book nerd's heart gave a tremendous thump in his chest and blood pooled southward briefly...
Until he realized he couldn't breathe!!!
The master of time and space gave a few, unflattering carp-like gasps before realizing that whatever planet he'd sent himself to did not have Earth-normal air.
Giving the startled Neko-girl one last wistful, and probably purple-faced look, Hiro scrunched up his eyes, and concentrated on Tokyo.
Ando was never going to believe him.
|Date:||October 1st, 2010 11:13 pm (UTC)|| |
Claude/Bennet - Claude plans an elaborate seduction scheme. Ultimately, he's not sure if Noah's turned on by Claude straddling him or the plan itself.
|Date:||October 1st, 2010 11:30 pm (UTC)|| |
Sylar/Peter. Roleswap. Foe yay undertones ala The Wall included y/y.
|Date:||October 1st, 2010 11:31 pm (UTC)|| |
Peter/Sylar, nail gun redux. Sylar gets a little retribution, but Peter takes it better than expected.
|Date:||October 2nd, 2010 12:35 am (UTC)|| |
sylar/claire. its claire that finds amnesiac sylar instead of the baltimore police department.
|Date:||October 2nd, 2010 12:45 am (UTC)|| |
Nathan/HRG - Fight over who's on top. Bonus points for gunplay and duct tape.
|Date:||October 2nd, 2010 12:47 am (UTC)|| |
Bottom!Sylar/Male of your Choice - He's bottom because he likes it, not for punishment purposes.
|Date:||October 2nd, 2010 12:56 am (UTC)|| |
Sylar/Peter - stuck out on a fishing rig and must pass the time before they're rescued. Sylar Trickery at play.
|Date:||October 2nd, 2010 01:18 am (UTC)|| |
16-year-old Peter wearing a japanese school uniform.
|Date:||October 2nd, 2010 01:18 am (UTC)|| |
|Date:||October 2nd, 2010 01:30 am (UTC)|| |
AU about Sylar being a Supernatural-style shapeshifter. (If Sam and Dean hunt him down? Bonus!)
|Date:||October 2nd, 2010 10:45 am (UTC)|| |
It started with a scab.
A small one, on his left elbow. He picked at it sometimes, after a kill, fleshy bits still sticking to the tips of his fingers like candy. It occurred to him that his powers, as they were right now, should've been stopping this, but it was just a scab. Maybe he'd missed the "elbow" part of Claire's brain. It wasn't bad enough for him to care.
He almost missed it when it got worse. Every time he shapeshifted – bigger and bigger until he had an ugly lump of pus-cracked skin covering half his arm.
He tried focusing on the healing to get it to work. No dice. Injuries and illnesses faded from him like air, but not this. When the skin started pulling away in thick, gooey strips, he tracked down the only man who could help.
Mohinder looked like he wasn't doing much better. Came with being a fugitive, probably. Sylar slammed him against the wall with his good hand, livid.
"What the hell is this?"
"I don't know."
"You had half your face coming off at Pinehearst. Another virus?"
"I did it to myself. My research. I would have happily extended the favor given a chance."
"But you didn't?"
"Like I believe you."
"Peter's coming back soon, with Matt. Will you believe me then?"
Sylar's hand got tighter. Mohinder looked down at him, smirked.
"Cellular degradation, I can tell you that much. It's what happens when a body gets abilities that don't belong."
Sylar tossed Mohinder to the floor, knocked him cold.
Without shapeshifting, Sylar couldn't stay on the run from Danko, and with its side effects, he couldn't stay out in public at all. Whenever he put on a new face, his skin would clear up, but not for long. He needed somewhere dark. Secluded.
Getting some homeless out of an abandoned subway tunnel seemed like a good enough plan for now, at least until the hunt for him died down. He froze up the blood from the incinerated bodies with cryokinesis once he finished, kicked the ice onto the tracks. He curled up on the cold concrete like an animal, watching the blood melt away like his skin had been doing for so many days on end.
That night was the first time he went through the full process. He woke up gasping, tearing. His clothes were in rags by the end of it. He wasn't himself anymore.
Re: Expected request is expected
"Maoooooow. Maooooooow. Meow. Meow. Maooooooooooooooooooow." Sylar pawed at the lumps in bed; he's supremely annoyed because those two lumps spent the whole day yesterday in bed. His food and water bowls are empty and Peter and Hesam are still sleeping off the loudness from last night while Sylar had to spend the night under the couch to hide from the noise.
He pawed at the lumpy bed again when Hesam's arm reached out from under the blankets and swatted him away. "G'way, Sylar. Leave us alone."
Sylar flattened his ears and pawed at Hesam again with an annoyed meow. "Maoooooow."
Peter grumbled groggily as he leveled a disheveled and irritable glare at his cat. "Jesus, are your bowls empty again?" Sylar meowed as he bowed his head. With an annoyed grumble, Peter trudged out of bed to restock Sylar's food and water bowls and crawled back into bed.
"There, asshole. Don't try to eat all of it or you'll get fat," Peter muttered as he drew the blankets back over himself. Sylar hissed and headbutted him before jumping off the bed and darting into the kitchen.
"I swear to God, Peter, your cat is insane," Hesam muttered as he wrapped his arms around Peter.
"Yeah yeah, I know." Peter yawned as they drifted back off into sleep. "You should see him on catnip."
|Date:||October 2nd, 2010 02:09 am (UTC)|| |
Peter/Hesam in an alley way.
|Date:||October 2nd, 2010 02:30 am (UTC)|| |
"We're not having sex in an alley way," Hesam snapped, dumping his plate in the sink. The knives clattered loudly.
"But it's one of those things you have to do at least once!"
Hesam stared. "No, it's one of those things that crazy people ask for."
"I'm not crazy, just, experimental," Peter muttered, folding his arms.
"It's unhygienic, dude. There's rats and piss in alley ways," Hesam reasoned, still unbelieving Peter was even suggesting it.
Peter shot him a glare, then followed Hesam into the bathroom, watching the other gel his hair. Idiot.
"What if I used my powers?"
"Got one that'll sanitize an alley way?"
"I could use an illusion. We could just do it here but, I'll make it look like an alley."
"Romantic," Hesam said dryly, leaning in close to the mirror to make sure his hair was styled just right.
Peter just watched Hesam's fingers, waited until the other was done, then stepped forward and messed it up.
"C'mon. Let's fuck now and then you can fix it."
"We don't have time, Peter, we've got work in--"
"I'll stop time."
".... show off."
And if Peter ported them into a real alley way instead of making an illusion, well, Hesam was pretty oblivious anyway and what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
|Date:||October 2nd, 2010 02:09 am (UTC)|| |
sylar/claire. beauty and the beast.
|Date:||October 2nd, 2010 02:10 am (UTC)|| |
Possessive Nathan doesn't like when Peter flirts/talks/dates anyone else. Reminds Peter just who he belongs to.
|Date:||October 2nd, 2010 02:11 am (UTC)|| |
Peter/Hesam Nathan/Peter - Hesam catches Peter and Nathan fucking.
|Date:||October 2nd, 2010 02:36 am (UTC)|| |
One day Hesam came home after work, walked into his room and stopped dead.
There was Peter. With his brother. And they were fucking. He let out a scandalized noise then fled outside. Into an alley way.
Where he cried.
|Date:||October 2nd, 2010 02:14 am (UTC)|| |
sylar/hrg. with bottom!sylar and a lot of bondage.