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Risky Rendezvous

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PROMPTS

petplay: All good pets need to be trained. Of course, they naturally want to please master or mistress, so taking to the leash and collar is in their blood. You may want to give them a helping hand, though, and keep those temptations like acting like a human out of their sights.

daddy/baby girl: Or something more gender neutral. Whatever the case, you love taking care of your little one and spoiling them...unless they need punished for being a brat. They may be too young, but you can't help yourself.

medical play: The doctor will see you now.

bondage: Whips and chains excite you. Ropes aren't too bad, either.

religious: Forgive me father, for I have sinned. And now, I'll have to confess it all.

let go: You've got all your shit together in life. In your private life, though, you like to let go and lose yourself - either by being rough and controlling someone else or being controlled.

student/teacher: Young teacher, the subject of school girl fantasies. You know the drill. Somebody's staying after class.

non-con: They say no, but you know they mean yes.

master/servant: Maid or butler uniform optional.

newlyweds: There's nothing like your wedding night.

cheating: Your cheatin' heart may or may not be in the right place.

robbery: Give up all your goods and give up something else, too.

incest: It's all relative.

crossdressing: Girls will be girls and boys will be girls.

police: Ready for a game of good cop, bad cop?

wanton: Oe of you has all the trappings of a slut, with all that ill-repute, and the other has to put them in their "place." Dirty talk, sexy clothing, toys, maybe even glory holes, oh my! The more perverse, the better.

strangers: You'd never do this with someone you just met! Good thing you've really known each other forever.

prostitution: All the naughtiness of an appointment between a prostitute and a John.

nurturing: We know all of you love a mother or father figure.

someone else: Usually, a lover calling out someone else's name is anathema, but now, it's apropos..

RUSSIAN ROULETTE

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Edited 2016-07-20 00:37 (UTC)

[[Interested in most of the above, with interest to 1-4, 8 (consensual non-consent), 9, 12, 16, and discrete/semi-public. Gonna prefer F/F if she's dominant.]]

[Good with all of these except 3, 5, 10, 11]

(M/M For castmates is open for discussion. Also a bit to know, Nate has a thing for differing ages so as long as it's not underage or grandma age, this is open.)

[ooc: Hard no on 1, 8, 13. All other prompts open for discussion.]

/winks.

I know they are not so much a thing anymore but I am game if you are.

I am! Would you like to do things set some time in s1 when they are together or some time later on?

Awesome! I can go with either, whatever is most comfortable for you, I have almost hit season 6 in my review :D I have to leave for work in an hour but I can put a starter after that or feel free to throw one my way and I will get back to it asap.

I'll go with s1 then! Do you have a preference for prompt or should I just roll and see what I get?

Let's see where fate takes them, they could use a little shake up :P

[Blair Waldorf is the image of perfection. She's perfectly manicured, impeccably dressed, well-mannered in the eyes of the adults around her, and projects the image that a well bred lady of the Upper East Side should be. She gets high marks at school, attends confession regularly enough that she looks dutiful, and is on track to get into Yale in a couple of years.

But every now and then Blair needs to let go and forget about the image she's created for herself and is stressed over presenting to the world. She doesn't want to worry about popularity or what gossip girl is going to blast about her that day. All she wants is to spend time with Nate, alone and hidden away from the rest of the world. She's recently forgiven him for his recent transgressions with Serena and is planning on giving herself to him. The only issue is, she doesn't want things to be sweet. She doesn't want lovemaking. She wants something rough, something that she'll feel for days.

So she approaches Nate when he's sitting alone after school and leads him to one of the classrooms that's unoccupied. Locking the door behind them, she approaches him calmly.]

No more waiting, Nate. I've waited long enough. The way I see it is you have two choices. You can either fuck me like I need you to, [She pauses mid-sentence to let her crude wording sink in. Hopefully he's getting what she's after.] Or you can turn around and walk out of this room and I'll go find Chuck. Either way, I get what I want.

[It was nice to be queen.]

[Nate is the quintessential it boy, the perfect compliment to Blair's perfect ladylike demeanor. He has swore to do everything in his power to make up for his transgressions with Serena. The guilt of it was a heavy weight on his shoulders. As was his jealousy of his best friend Chuck Bass. When she comes to him after school and leads him away Nate follows, eagerly if he is honest.

There is a faint smirk playing the edges of his handsome lips, curving the edges of his eyes. All the while Blair is locking the door and approaching him in a way he has never seen her before. The words to taunt her a little are on his lips as she bosses him around. Then the magic words come from her mouth "I'll go find Chuck", he can not lose her. Not again, Blair was the girl he has spent most of his life thinking he would marry. If she walked out that door now Nate feels that would be the last time she did and it chokes him, steals any sense of teasing her for bossing him. It lights a determination in him. The demeanor of this perfect ladylike young woman lights the fire of desire that is needed and Nate moves across the classroom. Finishing the distance she started.]

You don't need Chuck. [He'll prove it to her, Nate finishes his sentence by sliding fingers over her porcelain cheek. Dark blue hues sparkling with want and desire as they meet hers. Fingers find hair, grazing scalp, then gripping long tresses in a tight hold. A tug given as he uses the grip to bring her chin up, lips crushing to hers. Nate pours his heart, his desires into that kiss. His own personal fantasies sparking in his mind as he none too gently pushes Blair back against the nearest available surface so his body can discover hers as his lips take command.]

Prove i-

[Her words are cut off with his mouth on hers and she eagerly returns the kiss while allowing him to back her up against a desk. This was exactly what she brought him here for, and she's pleased that he's managing to rise up to the occasion. Moaning into their kiss to encourage him, her hand went up to cup his cheek. She was gentle where he was forceful, all of her fantasies and desires playing out so quickly. ]

No, wait.

[Breathless, she quickly unbuttons her blouse and lifts up just enough to remove it, and guides his hands to raising up her skirt. It's an invitation for his hand to touch at her and feel at how aroused and wet for him she is already.]

[Nate does not wait, as she is undoing her blouse and removing it he finds parts of her to tease with lips and nips of teeth. When his fingers are given the freedom to move her skirt they do so smoothly. They are not soft, leaving the memory of their touch but no bruises. After all, Blair was quite particular about her appearance. He wanted her to feel this in her bones but he also did not want her to deny him this again. Lovemaking was good but this, this was that something more than any male with a pulse craves. His own jacket and shirt quickly follow Blair's landing one upon the door knob, another knocking something off the teacher's desk.

Nate has no mind for that as his fingers explore her thighs, up to her hips to push her up to sit on the desk, hips pressing in to let himself soak in the heat her body is giving off.

He abandons her lips, to kiss at her neck, biting the soft flesh to leave the reminder of his touch there as well. One hand digs into her hips, pinning her to the desk with his own. The other one uses fingers to give a quick, unforgiving tug to her bra, letting the garment fall where it may when it rips free.]

Do you want to talk or fuck, Blair? [His breaths are sharper, a ragged hint to the edge but the soft, loving tease does not abandon Nate's tone.]

[She's not expecting Nate to be like this. The fact that he is able to take charge as he wants him to is thrilling but disorienting. When he questions her, she just breathes heavily and looks up at him. Her chest rises and falls quickly, and she doesn't answer him verbally. Instead, she pulls him back in for another rough kiss, her fingernails digging in as her hand presses against his hip.

Impatient for more she slips her hand down to his pants and undoes them quickly, reaching inside to find his cock and stroke it firmly. She's never one to turn down talking, always loving the sound of her own voice. But now all she's interested in is fucking. Specifically, him fucking her until the point she's a babbling mess.]

Shut up and fuck me, Archibald.

[Her voice is low, eyes dilated with arousal. The way she strokes him isn't teasing, isn't hinting, isn't anything but quick preparation to get him ready to enter her as soon as possible. Thankfully they're teenagers and moving quickly isn't going to be a problem.]

[Nate was not one to be aggressive, he was bred to a gentleman. To please those around him and do what was expected of him at all times. He even does what Blair tells him to most of the time. For once though the demands line up with a desire that is deep inside of him. To be in control of something, his own life rarely seems to be his own. His family has expectations of him and Nathaniel Archibald is not allowed to disappoint.

Rather than verbalize his response he groans with need into her lips, hips moving as his feet tug his pants from the bottom to bring them down. Her fingers are like liquid fire. Nate was already rock hard, what sixteen year old young man would not be at this point. One hand greedily takes over her breast, fingers tweaking at the nipple.

His teeth nip her full lower lip, hand at her hip gripping her skirt and getting it out of his way, allowing his fingers to slide beneath her panties and yank them from her body. He is drowning in freedom to let go, to not be the good guy. To indulge urges that he would never dare admit to harboring. That someone could attempt to enter the classroom is not lost on him, he is too far gone to care about it. Her fingers continue to awaken him and Nate slips his own inside of her, ready to ease the ache that is tightening his stomach.

It is only seconds before he removes her hand, both hands grab her bottom and yank her up, onto him in a slick motion. No remorse in the way his hips grind down into her with that first thrust.]

[She cries out as he enters her, rough and demanding. He's more than able to hold her up but a hand goes to rest against hit shoulder anyway. It keeps her steady as she leans in to kiss him, fingernails digging into the skin on his shoulder hard enough to leave marks. He was better at this than she thought he might be, but she supposed she shouldn't ever be surprised by what Nathaniel Archibald could do when pushed.]

Oh my God.

[She groans as she breaks the kiss, so she can look into his eyes as she feels her inner walls tightening around him with him seated fully inside her. The way he was looking at her made her skin tingle, and she wondered if he was waiting for her to adjust or was just taking in the look on her face in return. Not giving much time to think about it, she rocked her hips against him as best as she could in their current position. It made her moan low and deep. It felt so good and they hadn't even really started yet.]

You're not going to break me, you know. Keep going!

[Just in case he needed the reassurance, she kept the demure act up to show that she was submitting to him willingly and nothing they did here would damage her. He was free to let go, just like she wanted him to.]

[She was more addicting than any drug. To feel Blair tight around him, to hear her moan this way. To feel her submit to him in something, Nate could get used to this. At least in respect to their bedroom antics. He has no doubt that Blair will still call the shots outside of this. After all, wasn't her who demanded he fuck her this way. He is breathless, full of desire as he utters her name against her lips.]

Blair....[His lips curl upward, he rocks his hips backwards, groaning low as the heat retracts from a few inches of his throbbing body.]

Shut--[His breath stutters into a moan as he rocks back forward, taking her fully again.] Up...

[Nate begins to move in earnest after this declaration, both his and hers. His resolve to leave no marks is abandoned as his head dips and nips her breast, teeth marking the perfect skin. His fingers dig into her backside as the pace he sets rocks the desk right out from under them. Suspending her in the air he does not relax his motions, instead letting each finger leave it's reminder in a faint hue against her skin.]