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- you can be anon, but you don't have to be anon. you take full credit for your pervy thoughts if you like, but don't feel pressured.
- one prompt per post, please.
- read over the requests and fill them with fic and art. both are encouraged!
- a post can be filled multiple times. just because someone drew it doesn't mean you can't write it, or draw it again. and again and again and again. the more the merrier.
- absolutely NO hating on other people's kinks. there is a 0% chance that writing or requesting fic or art will hurt anyone, so live and let live.
- pimp us around! most of this fandom isn't on lj, so the more this gets pimped, the more likely it is that your requests will get filled. post the banner on tumblr with a click-through link to this page!


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

Comments

singing/voice kink

[(Anonymous)]

So I'm not sure how many other people would be interested in this but it seems pretty damn sexy to me so here we go: person A singing/practicing a song/warming up/etc and person B is listening/overhearing and is turned on. This leads to other things of course. Singing is a pretty emotional thing, too, so there's that part of it.

This can be any pairing, I'm not very picky but the idea started out with Skrillex so you could go in that direction. I think I read somewhere that both Guy and Thomas did some vocals for their songs even if the vocals are edited. But yeah anyone/anyone is totally fair game. (:

Re: singing/voice kink

[(Anonymous)]

Oh oh oh! I'd love to see a Daft Punk fic of this.
Specially since it's likely that they used a talk box for some of their songs. AKA sticking a tube in their mouths and singing around it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ebhqACZHQ4

Curiosity

[(Anonymous)]

I'm not usually a fan of this, but I wanted to throw it out there as a challenge. I'm curious to see what someone makes of it.

Mpreg. Anyone.

Sorry it's not serious

[beednis.livejournal.com]

I'm not a fan of it so uh I just kind of did a joke.

also hi to the back of alka's head lol

[(Anonymous)]

Don't think this has been requested yet. Something a little different..

Thomas/Paul de Homem-Christo

[(Anonymous)]

Oh.

Ohhh~

Someone. Fill this. Stat. Oh my god, I can't breathe.

justice

[(Anonymous)]

xavier jerking off while thinking of gaspard. make it detailed.

Re: justice

[(Anonymous)]

someone please
please

[(Anonymous)]

Kavinsky and Sebastian dress up Surkin in a school boy outfit.

[(Anonymous)]

I just squealed. No lie.
I am going fill this one because I can't just wait for something like this to not get filled.

skrillmau5

[(Anonymous)]

I just need fluff. please. I've been feeling terrible lately and I'll love you forever if you just. give. me. FLUFF.

Re: skrillmau5

[(Anonymous)]

want
no
NEED

[(Anonymous)]

Skrillien and Joel are watching a cheesy alien movie. Skrillien needs body heat so cuddling ensues. Poor Skrillien doesn't know what effect that has on Joel and I'll let you go on from there.

Or you can just leave it at cuddling. I like fluffy things more than anything. I just need my alien fix for the night.

[(Anonymous)]

either one of these would be fucking great kthx

[(Anonymous)]

Elodie and Thomas give Guy Manuel a surprise for his birthday.

A sexy surprise.

[beednis.livejournal.com]

I AM SO DOWN WITH THIS AND I WILL THROW A CHILDISH TANTRUM IF NOBODY FILLS THIS. I WILL THROW ONE SO DON'T TEST ME!!!!!!

[(Anonymous)]

Xavier and Gaspard being discreet with their sexual relationship.
Yes, I'm unoriginal and took that from http://xstarlesscity.livejournal.com/5061.html?thread=390341, but I liked the idea way too much... So many fics have everyone being open about who they're with, even flaunting it, but I'd like to see the opposite.
Because privacy can be sexy!

[(Anonymous)]

do it omg someone

[(Anonymous)]

skrillmau5, rimming

i don't care who's receiving. i just neeeeed iiiiit

Rimming, 1/1

[birkenboots.livejournal.com]

"Oh God..."

Joel grinned. It was always a good sign when Sonny found religion. Especially when Sonny found religion while half-naked and cuffed to the bed.

It had taken a little while to hit upon the perfect way to do this. Navigating around Sonny's self-consciousness made it hard to find a position and a level of clothing that even made rimming a possibility. But eventually they'd figured out that if he got to keep his shirt on, and if he was on his knees, and if he was cuffed to the bed so it wasn't really his choice to be spread open and exposed, then that was good enough.

Joel had a feeling that they only got here because Sonny really, really had a thing about Joel's tongue. Once Joel had lightly mentioned rimming, that was it -- Sonny wanted it. Enough to find a way. Even when Joel lied and said it wasn't really safe to rim in the dark, because who knew what you might bite down on there, and so they'd have to leave the lights on for the first time. All Joel had had to do to sell it was assure Sonny, mock-seriously, that he'd buy a miner's helmet with a nice bright light mounted to it if Sonny was really more comfortable in the dark. Sonny never agreed after the first barb.

Now, as Joel took his time stroking the insides of Sonny's pale thighs with his fingertips, Sonny's voice quivered and found progressively more profane expressions. "You know that's not my tongue yet, right?" Joel asked, unable to help himself.

"I know," Sonny breathed. "I just -- warn me first?"

Joel smiled. Sonny could get so skittish sometimes. Joel wondered whether he was the first person not to indulge that overblown sense of inability Sonny had worked up about himself, and whether that was why Sonny loved him so damn much. "Sure," Joel agreed cheerily. "I'll give you a countdown and everything." And then he spread Sonny's ass wide and gave it a long, flat lick.

Sonny yelped, bucking in Joel's hands. "Fucking -- fuck you!" he spat, yanking at the cuffs.

Laughing, Joel gave Sonny's ass a smart smack. "What, you expected me to be nice? You're tied to the bed and half-naked. What reason would I have to be nice?"

"You're gonna pay for that," Sonny warned, but his voice trembled. Joel could see just enough of the corner of Sonny's mouth to know he was smiling.

"I'm sure I will." Joel took his time on the second pass, using the tip of his tongue to delicately trace Sonny's asshole.

"Ohhhhh fuck," Sonny groaned, bowing his head. "God -- fuck -- Joel..."

Joel paused, taking a moment to rest his jaw. "Is it as good as you thought it would be?"

"It's -- please, just --" Sonny leaned his ass back, as if trying to find Joel's tongue again.

"I'll take that as a yes." Joel took a firm hold of Sonny's ass with both hands, both spreading him open and keeping him still, and began the gentlest thrusting in and out with just the tip of his tongue.

Sonny stopped moaning and started panting, making the soft, open-mouthed cries Joel knew as the ones he made when he'd really let go. Joel slid a hand down between Sonny's legs, gripping the heavy erection hanging there, and tried to remember how to make the rhythm of rimming work with the unforgiving bass-line steadiness of a handjob.

Something must have clicked. Sonny switched from crying out to keening, which had rapidly become Joel's favorite noise in the world. It was melodic, like Sonny couldn't help a little hint of singing even at a time like this, and it was always so fucking uninhibited -- something Joel hoped to get used to seeing and hearing out of Sonny.

Soon Joel's hand was slick with precome, and Sonny's thighs were shaking against his arm. Bracing himself as best he could, Joel went in for the kill, thrusting his tongue in deep and giving it the lewdest wiggle he could muster.

Everything happened at once: Sonny yelled. The chain between the cuffs snapped tight against the bedpost. Sonny bucked backward and upward sharply. Come coated Joel's fingertips as he lost the precision of his grip.

It wasn't until Sonny let out an astonished, exhausted grunt that Joel pulled back and realized what had happened. "Dude. You smashed my nose." He rubbed at it, surprised by how tender it felt.

"You rocked my world," Sonny countered dreamily, sinking down onto the blankets.

[(Anonymous)]

When seb is depressed, he starts to binge. Everybody wants to help but he keeps saying he's fine.
Pls. I need some h/c.

Sweet Tooth 1/3

[(Anonymous)]

Please don't cry Sebastian, his mother would insist, I made you something. Eat, my little boy.

It's in memory.

The pointless, often physical little fights they has as young brothers were easily laughable, but to Sebastian, they stayed with him forever. Overcome with childish anger and envy he remained for most of their arguments. In result of her son's endless pouting, Sebastian's mother would often bake his sorrows away. Tiny treats and goodies that were made especially for him and no one else. He gushed with pride whenever she lavished him, claiming to be twice as loved as his brother Noel was, but underneath it all was a comforting feeling. Knowing that you were given something out of love was enough, but to make something solely to ensure their happiness was a bit more. He had been more attached to his mother since and could name every delicacy she ever brought to him. They were more than just sweets, they were gifts. They were edible promises of his mother's affection.

He's alone now, with no one to defend his urges, no one to assure him that all he really has are common tendencies. There is nothing wrong with an extra serving. Seconds will not kill you. It is not a problem as much as it is a weakness. It provides substance, dependability. It will always be there. If he is upset, if he is content, if he simply cannot define himself within a single emotion he can always eat. Eat until he can feel his meals at the edge of his throat, until his jaw is sore from constant chewing. A sense of fulfillment, he jokes to himself, and despite the dry humor it's enough to comfort him for another night.

It's just pastries in the beginning. Tarts and pies and maybe even a few cookies. That's all. Over time he's developed somewhat of a talent for it. In desserts there's so much more than just taste. Flavor may come first, but then there was texture, display and so on. Sebastian was also fond of ordering in large quantities. If he ordered a dozen eclairs, he would eat a dozen. Of course the few extra pounds he had once ignored seemed to multiply, and apparently everyone was taking notice. Not just his musical comrades, but the media, his fans, everyone. The comments on his weight drove him to even more starving frustration. He could handle himself, though. He had control of himself. Addiction was such a harsh word for such a harmless habit.

Thomas interrupts his thoughts suddenly, offering him a third slice of cake. He hesitates, but nods, thanking him.

"You're still hungry?" Kavinsky whispers beside him, opening another glass of champagne. 

"You're not drunk yet?" He snaps back, as he takes another bite of frosted heaven.
_____

He's eaten much more than his fill tonight.

He staggers in the greasy stall, hacking and puking until the acids stay strong in his mouth. Hands part their ways as they crush against the walls, supporting him in his shaking state. He breathes a little harder, spits the remaining chunks and shuts his eyes. Face soaked in sweat, cheeks flushed, fingers trembling. His chest hurts from his irregular breathing and he really can't see straight anymore. The stench he's filled the entire restroom with fuels him with another rush if nausea.

"Aye, Sebos," Kavinsky calls as he enters. "You okay in there?"

He isn't. The foul taste has yet to leave his mouth and he knows that when he cleans himself up, he will gorge again. He's upset. He's afraid. Food will ease him.

"I'm fine."

[(Anonymous)]

http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkkxleEl7P1qeaftso1_r1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=AKIAJ6IHWSU3BX3X7X3Q&Expires=1308775700&Signature=niZP47gv%2Bazin%2BVHbsmXethBYi8%3D

SOMEONE WRITE SOMETHING PERTAINING TO THIS PICTURE, PLEASE.

I KNOW THERE ARE PORTAL FANS IN HERE. JUST.
FOR THE SAKE OF ALL THINGS AI.

[(Anonymous)]

THE LINK DOES NOT WORK D :
Please I really want to see it!

[(Anonymous)]

Guy and Thomas fool around with people other than themselves.

1/1

[fleshkeys.livejournal.com]

Thomas loves to visit old friends, especially when they're equally well known for their musical gifts. Sebastian, for example, had always attended his shows and sets in the past, one of his biggest supporters to this day. Their styles are easily defined as opposites; what with Thomas preferring to work with smoother, lighter tracks that were made to enjoy rather than dance to. Sebastian, on the other hand, was famous for his vicious, cut-up hits that were always played in clubs. Thomas was particularly fond of how much emotion the man could fit into a single song. Each different from the last, from fear to anger to absolution. He had always wanted to compliment him for such a talent but never found the time. He stood close by, watched him pull and twist at knobs as numerous cigarettes fell from his lips. Every now and then they'd share a glance, a grin. Sebastian even invited him to add his own crafty inputs, but he politely declined. His sound is so exact he fears he may ruin it. That, and after his fourth drink he wasn't in much of a state to do anything other than observe. 

Where is he? A parking lot, perhaps? It's a spacious little place filled with automobiles and bikes. In the distance he can still hear music, and Sebastian is with him, so he hasn't gone very far. All he can recall is being offered another fruity beverage and Sebastian pushing him through a roaring crowd, the thud of their cheering and pounding music fading as he walked further into the shadows.

"If you can stand, you can dance."

He's still holding his drink, a little sway in his step as he tries to keep balance. Sebastian has adjusted himself behind him, fingers in the belt loops of his jeans, chest pressed against his back. He leans in, rubs his chin on Thomas's neck and down his collar bone as if awaiting some response. Intoxicated, his voice rises and falls in pitch, mumbling nonsense on how bad of a dancer he is. Sebastian chuckles a little, does it soft and in his ear so it echoes in his dick .
 
"You're a cute drunk, Thomas."

He hums in appreciation, tilts his head to the side a bit more in hopes of more contact. Sebastian obliges, his breath hot on his shoulder, tugs the shirt by the collar with his teeth. His hips jerk forward, the quick friction of denim making Thomas buck with him. Thomas throws his drink aside instantly, careless of the mess he's spilled over pavement. His arm lifts and curls around Sebastian's neck, encouraging him. The music is far but still audible. They make the best of the declining sound, pace slow, enjoying eachother's body heat until Thomas takes the next command.

"That's it," Sebastian murmurs. He's smiling, he can feel it. "A little lower now. Bend for me, Thomas."

A voice like his is too good to ignore. His knees buckle a little before grinding downwards, obscene noises escaping his mouth as he rubs a little faster, dips a little lower.

 "Yes, perfect." Sebastian is thankful they're alone, because not even he can hold in his groans at this point. Hands crawl up Thomas' shirt, through the linen and under the tank, needy fingers tracing up his torso. Thomas bites at his knuckles, sucks at the fingers until his cheeks hollow. They've reached a limit and glide back up again, the two hard, heaving with excitement.

Sebastian pulls away suddenly, leaving Thomas still a little weak in the knees. He almost whines, that is until Sebastian turns to press himself against his own front, switching roles. He takes Thomas' arms and circles them around his waist, palms soaked with sweat as they intertwine.

"Again," He breathes.

Nipple play

[(Anonymous)]

ok, so this shirtless photo of Bob Rifo from the Bloody Beetroots surfaced on tumblr a couple weeks ago....

how bout, for a prompt, Bob gets that nipple piercing and when Tommy finds out he teases Bob about it and later in the bedroom during sexy time Tommy plays with Bob's piercing(biting at it, sucking it, pinching w/fingers) and drives Bob mad with sexual pleasure since he is still all sensitive and Tommy playin' with it doesn't help. Doesn't have to turn into full blown sex unless the anon wants it to ;P

I would be the happiest OP ever if this was filled....

link pls

[(Anonymous)]

'cause I need to see that photo

Rumbly Bass Testing

[(Anonymous)]

After Skrillex finishes a song, he tests it out. By this I mean he replays it while he's either mounting a sub-woofer or using one of those vibes that works to the music. If he gets off, it's a good track.

It'd like to see either just him testing a song (or songs) and finally getting the mix right and/or someone walking in on him doing this and 'helping with the mix', so to speak ;).

Skrillmau5 is prefered, but I'd be happy with anyone!

Re: Rumbly Bass Testing

[(Anonymous)]

Damn, this NEEDS to be written!

[(Anonymous)]

Mehdi/Pedro fluff, anything's good ; A ;

Short Fill 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

Based off this (http://i637.photobucket.com/albums/uu98/mixtapeee/ad051858.jpg) photo.

It's been a rough night. Pedro's body aches as the train speeds, the shuffling between rails light but enough to keep him awake. His projects and friends alike are still awake and chatty, completely ignorant of the fact that it had to be at least 2 AM in the morning. His attempts to rest prove useless, and so he makes his leave outside the first carriage to perhaps a quieter section.

"Where are you going?" Bertrand asks, as Pedro opens the door for the following unit, his face still flushed with that intoxicated blush.

"To sleep."

He can hear the grunts and moans of disapproval when the door shuts behind him, but he could care less. He decides to hide himself in one of the very last units so that's he free from any disturbances, but is a little shocked to spot an old friend in said place. 

"Mehdi, why are you all the way back here?" Pedro lightens up a little then, walks towards his old pride and joy and tales the window seat beside him. "I almost forgot you tagged along."

"How kind of you," He replies, laughing slightly. "I could use the sleep."

"You and I both." 

Mehdi nods with a knowing smile, adjusting himself so that his back fills the remaining seats in the row, comfortably placing his tiny  lower half over Pedro's legs. It's all natural though, he's not alarmed at all. An old friend, an old flame, and overall definitely someone he's missed. There's a special sort of bond between the two if them. Life partners, he's joked once, and they both admit it sure felt that way earlier on. "How is Fafi? It's been forever since I've seen you two."

Mehdi's eyes are shut, but he's listening. "Still famous, I suppose. She's in England again."

"You two are hardly married. You rarely see eachother."

He laughs again, opens an eye to see the curious expression he holds. "Jealous boy, do you miss me that much?"

Pedro smirks then and lets out a few chuckles of his own. "Don't tell me you don't miss me. You're a terrible liar."

"I never said I didn't."

He can't help but feel that familiar tingle, the one he gets when they compliment his personal works. It's truly been ages since they've talked like this, and Pedro can't help but feel a little embarrassed. He stays silent for a moment, just looks out the window and counts random objects that pass. Suddenly, he's not as exhausted anymore. Part of him knows it'd be rude to bother him for pointless chatter, but another part of him is selfish and wants his attention. 

"You're still my favorite, you know," He murmurs without thinking. When there's no lightning response, he's thankful, aware of their fading relationship.

"Am I?"

It's a silly question, but he's positive he means it. "Of course. You've always been."

Both his eyes flicker open then, his hands pressed against seats so that he sits straight forward again. Pedro's a little shocked at all the rapid movement, his own gaze averted. Mehdi leans in and crushes their lips together. It's sweet, innocent. Pedro returns the kiss. God knows it's been too long. When they pull away Mehdi falls back into his first position, laying back down and eyes closed. Pedro understands that this is their cue for rest, and mimics him, eyelids heavy. 

Through hazy thoughts and light nudging, he hopes this will not be the last time the two sleep together.

[(Anonymous)]

Laurent walks in on Thomas and Guy doin' it.

And I mean really going at it. Like hard, fast, loud, super rough sex with Thomas balls deep in Guy and Laurent is just like "Oh. Jesus. Christ. What is going on."

[(Anonymous)]

derpy anon here, but who is Laurent?

[(Anonymous)]

So ashamed to request this, but... Getting off in wet jeans. I don't really care who, though Xavier comes to mind for obvious reasons. Hell, it doesn't even matter what they're wet WITH (piss? blood? water?), I just need me some rough, clingy denim!

Confused

[(Anonymous)]

Like maturbation or is another person involved?

[(Anonymous)]

Sebastian gives Kavinsky road head in the testarossa.

[darkknighting.livejournal.com]

GUYS WE NEED A FILL OVER HERE STAT

Gaspard gets aroused at the sight of crosses

[(Anonymous)]

So basically what I'm asking for is whenever Gaspard sees a cross he gets incredibly aroused. It's up to the writer on where it happens (i.e. in a church, during a show over their own light up cross, etc..) and if you want to involve another person go right ahead :) bonus points if he gets too excited and "ruins his pants".

Re: Gaspard gets aroused at the sight of crosses

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my god.
Someone do it for the sake of Gaspard (and me).

[(Anonymous)]

So, Kavinsky always brags about his impressive package, but everyone thinks he's lying and just trying to boost his ego. What if the ed banger crew tries to get the answer from Sebastian, about this everburning dilemma that is Kav's dick?

[(Anonymous)]

pleasepleaseplease dal;fjls;d
this has to get filled

A slight variation from the usual....

[(Anonymous)]

Xavier wanting rough sex but Gaspard being afraid and naturally gentle with him. Maybe Xavier is trying to coax him into being more rough? This can go so many ways and my mind personally says to get Gaspard jealous to get the blood flowing...

I Can Take It (NC-17) 1/5

[chromomem.livejournal.com]

Oh geez. I've probably posted too much on the Kink Meme in one day but oh well. Just take this from me while I try to forget that I wrote this sappy love drabble. :P
(And I also truly apologize that it is so long!)

---

There was a peaceful silence burning between the two men.
Gaspard was sitting merely inches from his partner, looking at his laptop in such a rigid concentration that he barely noticed the other if not for his occasional ill-tempered sighs. Xavier was lying back, contorted like a spider on the sofa that they shared. His head was dangerously close to Gaspard’s left thigh but Gaspard did not notice. Both seemed to purposefully ignore each other in that blissful silence. However, sometimes it could be interrupted by an occasional loop or disagreeing mutter. But the boys were always deep enough in their own musical nirvana to block out real life. They were always deep enough in their own minds, working as forcefully as they could to make their tracks theirs.

But it was almost always happened like an infection, spreading between their bodies each time they eased into the couch and worked on music. They would sit, motionless and blankly for some time, ear buds in and hard at work for as long as they needed until a glimpse would catch the other's eye. One thing would lead to another and boom; they would end up with a new masterpiece and in one of their beds. But even as wonderfully as their system worked, there was always something that bothered Xavier. Something a computer screen and bass slap could not cancel out.
Xavier cleared his throat quietly, surfacing from his part of the track. He was perfectly content with his contribution and made sure that he saved it twice for good measure. He paused with his finger on the track pad after doing so and tilted his head up, perfectly capturing the familiar profile of Gaspard, beard, curly hair, nose and all. He wasn’t at all surprised to see that Gaspard hadn’t noticed.
Gaspard always did have a much longer attention span then Xavier did, but not only in music.
He liked working slowly and perfecting every least detail, making sure that it screamed Justice down to the last sample. Xavier did the same but in a more rushed manor; wanting it to work now with the beat or never. It was strangely ironic, seeing as they worked on tracks exactly the way they performed sexually.
Maybe that was why their music was so diverse- all because of sex.
Xavier sat up, snapping his laptop lid shut and sighing dramatically. It drew a small smile from Gaspard’s lips and he reached over and picked up his glass of water from the coffee table, the ice cubes producing a chinking noise similar to a music box in the quiet.

“I see you’re done.” Said Gaspard quietly, looking back to his laptop and smirking slightly.
Xavier nodded absentmindedly, watching his screen with interest. “Just look at that.” He sighed again, crossing his arms like a child. “You’re too good of a musician. Can I have some of your talent, please?”
Gaspard smiled and looked at him, hazel eyes connecting with brown. “You can have something else as soon as I’m done.”
Xavier, instead of flirting back, flopped onto the couch again in exasperation. “If you say so.”
Gaspard’s brow knitted together. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Xavier caught a glimpse of his face and bit his lip. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Well, what did you mean then?” He too closed his laptop and rested it next to Xavier’s on the coffee table. He emptied his glass and focused his attention on Xavier. “Go on. If you’ve got something to say, say it.”
Xavier looked at him for a moment with his lips pursed. “You know what I want.” He spoke fiercely but dared not to interrupt the soothing silence of their abandoned apartment. Things didn’t need to spiral out of control and end up with a big fight tonight instead.
Gaspard sighed softly this time, leaning his head back into the cushiony part of the sofa. “That’s not fair.” He said quickly, avoiding his lover’s eyes. “You know that I won’t do it that way.”
Xavier stretched out like a cat and leaned his arms into Gaspard’s lap, looking up at him with imploring eyes.

[junkie-murderer.livejournal.com]

Sonny has been harboring a bit of a crush on Joel. He's ALSO had a full-on psychotic break, he's gone that special brand of "But I did this for US!" crazy, and Joel comes home to find he's up and gutted Lindsey.

How well this goes over with Joel is up to anon, and no sex need happen, but the bloodier, the better! Not anon myself because, well, obvious name is obvious...

[(Anonymous)]

I-I need this ;-;

might try and write something for it, but don't expect it too soon

SebastiAn/Kavinsky

[(Anonymous)]

Let's see, I can't write worth anything, so would someone write something about SebastiAn while he was sick being taken care of by Kavinsky, and maybe have Kav taking advantage of Seb's lowered defenses. Please?

Re: SebastiAn/Kavinsky

[(Anonymous)]

can this please happen

Flub to end all flubs...

[(Anonymous)]

Thomas and Elodie are being intimate...and he says Guy-Man's name.
And go.

Re: Flub to end all flubs...

[(Anonymous)]

oh jesus christ yes. someone, anyone, please.