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[xstarlesscity]

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GUIDELINES:

- 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.

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[(Anonymous)]

His chest burns. Spots of light burst in front of his eyes.
 
The chain — every tenth bead followed by a larger, sharper one — bites hard into his neck.
 
There will be bruises. There may be blood.
 
It feels like he’s dying. The room spins until he can’t see Xavier’s face. It’s a blur of light and the rushing sound of his pulse in his ears drowns out everything.
 
Panic makes him clench his fists. His naked cock throbs in time with the pounding of his terrified heart.
 
Everything closes in on black and white. Just on the edge of too much, when pain and fear are so close to overwhelming the pleasure he takes and the trust he has, it’s suddenly gone.
 
He gasps against the softness of Xavier’s mouth, panting hard and coming so hard it makes him blind.
 
“Was it good?” Gaspard hears only distantly.
 
“Yes,” he answers when the world stops spinning, settles solidly into the reality of Xavier’s hands and his worried face.
 
“It scares me,” Xavier admits.
 
“Thank you,” Gaspard manages with a slight waver in his voice.
 
He raises Xavier’s hands to his mouth. There will be bruises there, to match the ones that collar his neck like kisses. Bruises like little flowers, like stigmata, from twisting the rosary’s chain tight.
 
Gaspard kisses Xavier’s hands. Xavier kisses Gaspard’s neck. They complement each other so perfectly.

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[xstarlesscity.livejournal.com]

oh my god this is perfect and so so so so hot

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[(Anonymous)]

ffffuck me, anon, this is fantastic. Your description of the strangling made me want to wrap hands around my own throat, ngl.

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[(Anonymous)]

oh shit I need more of this