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this fandom is seriously lacking in kink.
let's get this party started.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

joel/sonny, public humiliation, please.

FILL 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

I got you, anon. This came out in two differentish versions. The second one I call HARD MODE because it's perhaps a bit more public than you may have wanted.

here is the first version.

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"What's that?"

Sonny twitches so hard his silverware goes clatter. That tone in Joel's voice is always guaranteed to snap him out of anything. It's not anger, it's just hard and stern and something that never fails to ompletely seize Sonny. He raises his gaze from his plate and everyone is looking at him. But they might as well not be there, because, next to him, Joel is still speaking.

"Look at your hair," he snaps, pointing. "There is food in your hair."

"What?" Sonny's voice threads out as a whisper. It's the hardest thing in the world not to just start apologizing, to slide out of his chair and kneel. His joints are going weak. Everyone is looking.

[Except they aren't; they just laughed and went back to eating their own food or talking about their own things, but Sonny wishes that they were looking.]

Joel gets up, throwing his napkin onto his plate. He leans over the back of Sonny's chair and hisses, "bathroom" in his ear. Then he's gone.

When Sonny gets up to leave his feet are slow and heavy, his knees unsteady, so he gets stuck in a conflict of chair legs and almost eats it on the restaurant floor. Sofi reaches over to finally rescue him.

Face red, Sonny looks up to see Joel smirking derisively at him from next to the men's room. He gets hard.

"Clumsy ass," Joel laughs when Sonny enters the bathroom, just before grabbing him by the hair and forcing him to his knees. "I thought I was a slob, but your table manners are just total shit."

Sonny has already slapped a hand over his mouth to keep himself quiet. It's becoming an instantaneous reflex.

Wrapping hair around his fist and pulling it taught, Joel leans down to look Sonny in the eye. "You've been fucking up a lot lately. I just wanted to let you know that there's some pretty great punishment in your future." He grins in the way that makes his eyes light up. "'Kay?"

Sonny nods vehemently. One hand is still over his mouth and he's panting hard through his nose, interspersed with whimpers. He's excited.

Joel lets go of his hair and the endorphins that flood in to replace the pain make him dizzy. Lifting one sneaker, Joel plants it on Sonny's crotch.

"Don't move."

Sonny bites his palm. The light pressure is infuriating.

Joel leans his weight forward for a second. Sonny makes a wet choking noise behind his hand. The shoe sole grinds painfully against his crotch, crushing his dick and balls in jeans that were already too tight. He had to concentrate to keep himself from begging for more.

"You can move now." Joel shifted more of his weight forward. Sonny jerked his hips upward, freehand scrabbling behind him on the dirty tile for greater leverage.

But then Joel steps completely away. "I'm fuckin' hungry," he says. "See you back at the table."

He leaves. Leaves Sonny kneeling on the floor, catching his breath, until the door swings open and some guy comes in to pee. Sonny gets up and leaves, only stopping at the mirror to get the food out of his hair.

[(Anonymous)]

Joel pees on Lindsey

[xstarlesscity.livejournal.com]

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um so this is terrible i am so sorry i can't believe i just did this SOMEONE ELSE PLEASE FILL THIS PROMPT TO MAKE UP FOR HOW FAILY THIS IS

also wow so much naked lindsey on the internet, that shouldn't be surprising but it makes drawing porn of her hella easy

[(Anonymous)]

justice
orgasm denial. gaspard is made to go through days of stimulation without payoff.

Days in a week (1/3)

[(Anonymous)]

Lundi

Xavier drops into his lap with hungry, open-mouthed kisses. One hand between his legs gropes him through his tight jeans until he's hard, button-fly bulging out between their bodies. Then with a swipe of his tongue across Gaspard's upper lip, Xavier pushes himself up on his knees and falls sideways onto the couch.

He throws his legs over Gaspard's as casual as can be.

Gaspard can still feel the ghost of the kiss and he touches his mouth carefully. The worst part of the aching loss he feels now is that he knows, just knows, what little game Xavier is playing.

"Want to watch a movie?" he asks.

"A-are you going to help me with this?" Gaspard asks in return.

Xavier's eyes, which can so casually dismiss someone with the way he looks through his long, dark lashes, move slowly down from Gaspard's face to his hard dick in his jeans.

"Yes," he says, staring. "In a week, yes, but until then don't touch it."

Xavier's cigarette-stained voice is low with so many threats and promises.

Gaspard's cock hurts with need already, but he bits his lip and puts it out of his mind.

Mardi

Xavier moves around the place in a loose robe. Gaspard is quite determined to ignore him. He has work to do and adjusting the re-adjusting the pitch on a track is just easier to consider.

But Xavier keeps close to him, a regular distraction.

He leans over Gaspard's shoulder with a cigarette dangling loosely from his lush lips. The soft fabric of his robe falls forward, exposing a side view of his chest. Gaspard notices that he's waxed his few chest hairs off, a fancy he takes to at times. He can just imagine how smooth it would be under his hands right now.

Xavier frowns at something, takes a drag from his cigarette and then pulls up the second chair.

"Move," he says, focused on the computer's screen.

Gaspard let's him take over, because the focused look on his face is not something to be questioned.

It’s almost certainly an accident, but the length of the robe is pushed to the side and when Xavier shifts the whole length of his thigh if visible. Gaspard tries, half-heartedly, to convince himself to look away. It might be easy if Xavier was doing something, but he simply moves the cursor between options and smokes. There’s a lot going on in this moment, but it’s all inside their heads.

Then Xavier goes through a short, intense flurry of things, cursing the program and the computer and the song, before he gets back up and paces away.

Gaspard is uncomfortably half-hard as he listens to the track. Of course, now that Xavier’s finished with it, it’s perfect.

“Shit.”

[(Anonymous)]

Thomas pulling Guy's hair while Guy blows him.

Well, this is awkward - 1/2

[0bscurity.livejournal.com]

I'm 100% cheating here, this is one of the little parts in a fic I wrote like a month ago ( http://rustypolished.tumblr.com/post/4060377903/fanfic-thomas-guy-manuel-somebody-loved-nc17 ). I promise I will do a legitimate fill for this, because hair pulling and BJs are two of my favorite things to write but until then have this:

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They haven’t actually had sex. Not like…real sex. The thought makes his stomach twist in what might be anxiety or maybe something else entirely. They haven’t actually talked about it and he’s kind of grateful for that because there are some things that never get any less awkward to say. That’s not to say though, that he hasn’t, you know, thought about it sometimes. He has. He’s pretty sure Thomas has too.

He decides not to worry about it. Things between them just tend to happen.

Things like, now, for instance.

He’s on his knees between Thomas’s legs and it really should be more uncomfortable than it is. He’s never given head before, but he thinks he must be doing a pretty good job judging by the sounds Thomas is making and the way his hands are curling and uncurling against his sheet.

He tries to take as much of Thomas’s cock into his mouth as he can but it gets too difficult not to gag, so he uses his tongue instead, tracing the head in little patterns and Thomas really seems to like that because he lets out a series of whimpers that make Guy tingle everywhere. He’s actually kind of shocked at how turned on this is getting him, or rather, both of them. He’s glad that Thomas is enjoying himself but he really wasn’t expecting to get this hard himself.

He shifts on his knees to try and make it a little less uncomfortable but only succeeding in making himself choke back a groan so he stops. He’ll worry about himself later.

Looking up through the stray strands of hair that have fallen into his eyes, he sees Thomas’s face, neck arched back just a little and his eyes drifting back and forth between him and the ceiling. He’s biting his lip and Guy decides that he really likes that. Thomas is an attractive person normally but like this…well. This is something entirely different and it fills him with a weird possessive kind of pride he’s never felt before knowing that he’s the one responsible.

He tries to swallow him down again and does a bit better this time, so he tries bobbing his head and uses his hand to stroke what he can’t take into his mouth. He’s drooling because he can’t really swallow right and that really should be gross but somehow it’s not.

“O-oh shit, G-guy, I’m-”

He likes it when Thomas says his name like that and he feels his erection throb in his pants. He bobs his head down further and swirls his tongue and Thomas tries to say something again but it only comes out as a series of strangled sounds. He does it again and then several things happen in very quick sequence.

[(Anonymous)]

Gaspard/Xavier, autoerotic asphyxiation with the rosary.

[(Anonymous)]

ohgodyes

[(Anonymous)]

joel faps while fantasizing about sonny blowing him

[(Anonymous)]

ME GUSTA.

[(Anonymous)]

Xavier's and Gaspard's first time.
PLEASE.

[(Anonymous)]

Can I call dibs? Dibs.

[(Anonymous)]

Busy P/Daft Punk threesome. Encouragement for their first show.

[veraluna.livejournal.com]

oh my god someone please fill this!!! There is not enough Pedro in this fandom srsly

[(Anonymous)]

dominant, authoritative Skrillex. Topping Joel. Nothing BDSMy, just Skrillex being in control.

[(Anonymous)]

working on this :)

[(Anonymous)]

Shopping for collars, any pairing.

[(Anonymous)]

I might do this with X/G. It'll be more humorous then it will probably be sexy though, hope that's alright?

Sonny/Joel

[(Anonymous)]

Sonny meets Joel for the first time at a Deadmau5 show (pre skrillex) and they have a hit it off, having a fun night on the town being the best of dogs that ends with sex.

Re: Sonny/Joel

[(Anonymous)]

WHY IS THIS PROMPT ISN'T FILLED?

[(Anonymous)]

Xavier/Gaspard double date Sonny/Joel. Public fondling please.

[veraluna.livejournal.com]

I second this so hard

[(Anonymous)]

something where sonny is formally joel's collared (consentual) slave and joel doesn't like that sonny keeps trying to hide from him under his hair when he's ashamed or scared so joel shaves a chuck of it off because sonny has to learn not to hide anything from him ever if they're going to do this.

(also possibly some sappy undertones about joel telling him he's beautiful and he's not allowed to hide his pretty face from the world anymore because joel said so and sonny is like efueryeyfgqeuyr and ~body image problems and the whole thing is kind of walking the line between "you're beautiful, don't hide" and "you're mine, slut, and you don't get to decide what to do with your body, i do.")

[(Anonymous)]

Everything about this is awesome. I'd try to write it myself, but I've got severe writer's block at the moment.

Joel/Sonny

[(Anonymous)]

Boys school AU. Sonny's a freshman but has trouble fitting into his class, cue him meeting the loner/nerdy upperclassman Joel and the two fall in loooove.

It's not exactly Hogwarts PT 1

[(Anonymous)]

Sonny sighs as he gets pushed out of the stairwell again, mobs of students going up while he attempts to go down.

He'd find another route, but this is the most direct, and he’s so fucking tired of today’s bullshit.

A boy with dark hair glances at him out of the corner of his eye, and Sonny takes a deep breath when the other turns to whisper and chuckle about something with a friend.

Sonny reaches up to delicately rub the side of his head, where his hair had to be shaved when some dick had accidentally spilled some chemical all over it in biology.

The nurse had insisted it could be washed out, but he hadn’t cared, the memory of the smell still haunts him.

He watches as the crowd thins out, and delicately makes his way down the stairs, dodging because he known the other students won’t.

He gets to the bottom and turns the corner around towards the door that leads to the dorms, but he trips over something and nearly falls on his face, his glasses sliding down his nose.

Sonny looks down, and discovers he’s now crouched over someone’s knees, and when he looks up he sees the kid from a few years above him, the one who he’d seen tagging a giant mouse head on the blank side of the school’s main building.

“Little sneaky fucker from the woods, hey.” The other boy tilts his head a bit, squinting, “You cut your hair, looks good.”

“I didn’t tell anyone, I swear.” Sonny hastily whispers, scrambling to get up.

“Obviously,” He says and spreads his arms, “I’m not expelled.”

“Yeah,” Sonny flips his hair back nervously, “Why are you sitting here?” In the middle of the goddamn hallway.

“Seemed like a good idea.” The guy taps the floor to his side, “Why don’t you join me?”

Sonny looks down, bites his lips, darting his eyes to the door and shifting from one foot to another. The boy continues to look up to him, grin wavering a little, and Sonny lets his shoulders fall.

“Okay.” He sits down and they stare at the other wall together, until Sonny notices out of the corner of his eye, that the boy’s bag is wriggling. “What… is that?” His mind filled with everything from rats to an alien baby.

“Right!” The guy grabs his bag and unclips it, and Sonny watches as a black and white cat jumps out, shaking itself and obviously a little pissed off. “This is Meowingtons.”

“Oh.” He watches as the animal stalks around the hallway, sniffing and rubbing against the wall, before it comes back and bumps a head into his shoe.

“Hey he likes you, lucky.” The boy grabs the cat and lifts it to stare in its face, “He hates most people.”

Sonny raises his eyebrows, idly wonder what people; he’s never seen the other boy with anyone.

“I’m Joel, by the way,” he says and tucks Meowingtons under his arm, sticking out his other hand.

“I’m Sonny.”

[(Anonymous)]

a certain pair breaks up to go solo, not picky on who it is (Daft Punk, Justice, Bloody Beetroots, ect) Reunion/angry sex maybe?

[(Anonymous)]

Please. Fill this.

[(Anonymous)]

Guy-Manuel being forced to pleasure himself in front of Thomas.

[(Anonymous)]

omg PLEASE i'm not even INTO daft punk and i want this like burning

[(Anonymous)]

OKAY SO I'm just gonna go ahead and say it
more crossdressing
no real pairing
but if you want some plot, make it a bet. one expects it to be funny then realizes his wicked boner

Titleless piece of crap Part 1

[(Anonymous)]

They're in Joel's apartment, alone, drunk off their asses and making stupid bets with one another; they don't want to call it truth or dare because they weren't at a middle school sleep-over and really it was all dares anyway. Joel had just finished doing something that had reduced them both to tears in a fit of laughter, so obviously it was his turn to have Sonny do something.

"You want me to what?"

Joel laughed renewed, almost doubling over from the intensity. "What dude, you too scared to do it? I guess that means I win-"

Of course that would goad Sonny into it, seeing as the other man cut him off mid sentence, "Fuck you! 'M not scared asshole, but, fuck... Whatever man, fine." He hesitated for only a moment before throwing Joel a glare and stalking off up the stairs to Joel's bedroom.

Okay maybe betting him that he wouldn't go put on some of Lindsey's clothes wasn't the best idea, but it sounded like it would be absolutely hysterical. For him. It's only a few minutes until he hears Sonny say from upstairs, "Fuck... Nope. Uh-uh, this ain't happenin'."

Of course, that only makes Joel more curious, and he really wants to see this. "C'mon Skrilly! Get down here man," He has the mental image of Sonny swimming in one of Lindsey's tracksuits or some of her jeans and one of her stupid T-shirts, and Joel starts laughing again because in his mind, Sonny would look pissed that he's shorter than even his girlfriend and the clothing would be baggy in weird places and tight in others due to different body shapes, and...

"No fuck you Joel, I look like an idiot." Sonny does sound pissed, and Joel really wants to see him now.

"You said you would, c'mon dude! 'S not like anyone else is around," His tone of voice is making it sound like this is a really really good idea, and Joel is really hoping that Sonny just mans the fuck up and comes down. "Nobody'll ever hear about this, stays between you an' me, okay? I swear. No pictures, no nothin'."

He almost misses the defeated sigh, but feels like he won a small victory when Sonny half shouts, "You laugh and I'm gonna fuckin' kill you man."

Justice

[(Anonymous)]

Roleplay/AU related to that picture of them dressed as park rangers/police officers/Reno 911 etc.

Re: Justice

[(Anonymous)]

PLEASE
PLEASE SOMEONE DO THIS ;_;

fuck going anon, I ain't even ashamed

[sodomites.livejournal.com]

Bob Rifo/Tommy Tea (The Bloody Beetroots)

Anything to do with the "Domino" video and the involvement of underlying bdsm, leather gloves against skin, and shoe worship with Bob Rifo's designer shoes.

Re: fuck going anon, I ain't even ashamed

[(Anonymous)]

I gave it a shot.

http://lymepenguin.deviantart.com/art/Domino-207654393

[(Anonymous)]

Morning sex with Steve Aoki and the Bloody Beetroots.

[sodomites.livejournal.com]

I need this like burning

[(Anonymous)]

Everyone dies. In lulzy ways.

[tin-o-biscuits.livejournal.com]

On Monday, Daft Punk both fell into a swimming pool,
On Tuesday, Sonny was torn apart by a crowd he was surfing,
On Wednesday, Kavinsky was hit by his own car,
On Thursday, Joel was snapped in half by the weight of a mau5head,
On Friday, The Beetroots both got deadly food poisioning from beets,
On Saturday, Ed Banger records got hit by a meteor,
On Sunday, everyone not mentioned by name died at the EDM Funeral when the cemetery caught on fire.
THE END.


(not anoning because well why not)

[(Anonymous)]

Joel/Sonny non-con. Thank God this is anon.

[(Anonymous)]

Why has this not been filled yet??? ;___;

[(Anonymous)]

Sonny being dommy and riding Joel. Hard and fast and dirty!

[(Anonymous)]

Why the FUCK isnt this filled oh my god.

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oh my god what if sonny didn't even like crowdsurfing and joel just made him do it because he liked the thought of sharing him with 4893792 groping anonymous hands

[(Anonymous)]

oh my god please someone fill this or i'll have to draw it

[(Anonymous)]

sonny/the_roadhog (name?), size difference

[(Anonymous)]

Smut or fluff, anon?
SMUT OR FLUFF?