SHADOW LABRYS (
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bakerstreet2012-08-03 07:29 pm
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all night parties filled with alkaline.

make your own porno meme
it's the biggest of businesses. get laid, and get paid. fake it til you make it. hey, maybe you're just making a home video. everyone's got a reason to get down and dirty in front of a camera.
what's yours?
1. up-and-coming adult star
you're new to the industry, but your looks and personality have gotten you this far! or maybe it's just your looks.
2. the home video
you're amateurs making a home video of your sexual exploits. whether it's embarrassingly awkward or actually really sexy, who knows.
3. the professional
you do this for a living. you know the ropes, the ins and outs (literally) of real porn.
4. doing it for the money
you're broke and you're pretty. even though you're nervous, this seems like a pretty simple way to make some quick cash... right?
5. blackmail video
you've wound up doing a sex tape for someone with less than your full enthusiasm, because you're being blackmailed into it, or maybe you owe a very large debt.
6. a flimsy plot
you're in one of those pornos which attempts to have an actual plot. you're here to fix someone's pipes, or give a bad student detention, maybe do some erotic yoga or whatever.
7. the free lancer
wild card option.
RULES
1. put your character's skills or potential porno talents or perks (like high stamina or agile fingers) in your comment. write it like their resume kind of, only lazier. put something! even a minimum of preferences.
2. be nice etc don't hate

Lydia Martin // Teen Wolf // OTA
She's 'popular girl' on the outside, and secret math genius on the inside. She's also canonically being puppeted about by a much older man (werewolf).]
Lightning ϟ Farron
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/just gonna put this here.
Now the sequel was being filmed and Lightning was back to play her role as the scandalous Kitwoman. A woman who was both ready to fight and fuck at her absolute own discretion. There was no man, no woman, no obstacle that was not overcome by this character and Lightning admired that greatly and did her best to fill the role with the respect the character deserved.
This scene was about growth, development, and sexuality compromised by the character's internal turmoil in aspects of love. Never before had Kitwoman felt for those she's fought, fucked, and left behind, but this character would change all of that. The director was keen on making that the inspiration, the point, of this scene and Lightning stood beneath the spotlight of the alleyway and breathed with a small quiver to her lips. It was time to play the part, not only in body, but in mind ––
To fall in love. It would be like falling, Lightning reasoned, it would be like throwing this character's world upside down and no longer would she stride in the shadows with a cool confidence but driven by a lustful desire to meet Noel's character.
Here he comes.
i was so intimidated by this ahaha
Noel felt lucky and sort of nervous. It was obviously a feeling tempered with responsibility. This was still a job, it's not like he was a virgin on his first date, for god's sake. He had his own mask, not that his outfit was any better at covering his body. Since his muscle and firm, toned body were his main assets, it was all bared, leaving him in black jeans with straight-laced leather boots. There she was, standing expectantly next to the fake cement wall. The lighting really made the scene feel real. Not like a set. As if he had wandered into the right alley at the right moment to find a woman who stood alone, figuratively. Literally.
A woman, who needed a man, who had longed to give into emotion after walking solo for such a long time. She needed to find a man she wanted to love and fuck.
Maybe, she wanted to cry a man's name when he came inside her, or simply just cry all on her own. ]
I've heard about you.
D8 nuuu why
porn with plot!! it is hard
Arthur | Inception | OTA
I'm okay with any scenario but 4, and particularly interested in 2 or 5 given his canon. ]
Definitely has to be 2, which could lead to future 5
The camera was an impulse buy, or so he told himself. Even as he set it up on the dresser, leaning around it to try and get a good idea of the angle and where the zoom on it needed to be.]
Oh hmm. hadn't considered that, possibly the video getting into the wrong hands?
A video tape was risky enough. One of him having sex was a bigger one.
But Eames was cunning and the way he had described it - just to see what they looked like on tape, see things on an angle they wouldn't be able to normally - that appealed. The idea of seeing more of Eames than he could usually do. Maybe himself a little as well.
Arthur leaned back on the bed, watching him fiddle with the tiny camera. He was already shirtless, but had his pants still on, exposing the ink from his brasher days - nearly a match for Eames. ]
Make sure you take the lens cover off. Not sure you'll be able to convince me for this twice.
Would make for interesting future rp.
Do you think I would ruin my one and only chance at this? I even plan to snag the card when we're done before you second guess yourself and swallow it.
[Except then he paused, double checking the lens before pushing the record button. Straightening from the camera, he crossed the room with a slow and teasing gait. His shirt hung open over his chest and the dusky fawn colored slacks he wore were unbuttoned and the belt unbuckled.]
It definitely would, now my interest is piqued.
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Dammit
I saw nothing :p
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6; you rang for blue space babes
Hey boy, what up?
He's here to clean out her spaceship? Why, how handy. And they're miraculously alone? But where is the crew?
It is a mystery!
Jituss is seated in her comfortably padded captain's chair at the front of the ship, galaxy map dormant. For now, there in her leathers and belt and straps, she just...observes.]
space babes /oh god canons what
And he has of course not questioned where her crew is, just focused on checking the panels under the front. Right within Jituss' view, bending over to pick up a tool...
It's not his fault the suit he's wearing just shows off his bottom so nicely! ]
It looks like you've been taking care of the ship pretty well.
this is terrible, you're terrible
She responds well to a... gentle hand, but I whip her into shape when I need to.
i think you mean i am the best... with a capital Butt
that is neither derriere nor there
I don't think we should be rear
Natasha Stark (Iron Man Rule 63) | Iron Man/Avengers | OTA
4 is pretty much out given she's rich but any other scenario I'd be willing to play around with. ]
Rhys Owens | OC | M/M
esca mac cunoval ⌘ the eagle
two. au obvs....
lots and lots of wine.
marcus isn't really sure what made the idea sprout in his head a couple days ago, but it had. he thought about it in the shower, at work, driving, even sitting watching television at night before they went to sleep. it had taken him the week to finally work up the nerve to think of broaching the subject. which is why he'd started on the wine himself before esca had even gotten home.
fact of it all is, is that he's not very adept at keeping secrets. not from esca, anyway. and marcus knows esca can read him like a book, but he never pushes, not really. he gives marcus the space he needs to work up the courage. so he knows when he's there to greet him with a kiss that is wholly and unrepentantly salacious, that esca knows marcus wants to ask something of him.
but, it doesn't come until after they've eaten and they're in the living room. there's a flush on marcus' cheeks that isn't solely from all the wine he's consumed in the last couple hours. he's just asked the question into his lap: can they film themselves—just once—while having sex. he knows it's stupid and he can't even believe he asked it to begin with.
looking up through lowered lashes, he tries to wager esca's reaction. ]
What do you think?
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Finally, his waiting pays off when he comes home one night, and his first tip is the wine. And the fact that Marcus has already started on it, which Esca can tell and he hardly thinks it's fair. He thinks to call Marcus out on it, but just shakes his head instead and smiles. Esca himself doesn't care much for wine, and he blames Marcus's taste for the stuff on his Italian heritage.
He drinks it anyway, though. So maybe it's grown on him since they got together. Whatever. He sits through dinner and humors Marcus with casual conversation, all the while wondering in the back of his mind when Marcus will come out with it. Whatever it is.
Esca's not sure what he was expecting this request to be, but when Marcus finally says it, Esca can only stare.
And process.
Marcus wants to make a sex tape. He wants to film them having sex. Of the various things Esca had been turning over in his mind, wondering what Marcus wanted to talk about, this had never been one of them. Never. At length, Esca wets his lips, and then smiles, an uncertain but decidedly amused tilt of his lips. ]
I think it's brilliant. [ The wine sits heavy and warm in his stomach, but his response would've been the same, wine or no. After he sets his glass down, he leans forward, placing a hand on Marcus's knee— ] Marcus. What brought this on?
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there's nothing wrong with being italian :| esca knows he wants this sausage.
anyway. he knew this would come as a surprise to esca. hell, it came as a surprise to himself when the thought first entered his mind. but. well. now it's out there. a real idea. and he's nervous as hell waiting to hear what esca has to say about it. not that he'd expected a poor reception to the idea, but it's so outlandish for him to ask.
a small smile curls on his lips—he's unable to stop it from happening. marcus slides his hand over esca's, slipping his fingers in between. an action done more out of comfort than anything else. he doesn't answer right away and just sort of shrugs one shoulder. ]
I'm not really sure. [ which is the truth. it was just something that hit him. but, really, the thought of having something like this hiding away in their home absolutely thrills him. to know that he could pick it up and watch it whenever he wanted to or they could together...
marcus lets out a slow exhale. he's already getting turned on from the thought of it all. turning esca's hand over, he rubs his thumb over the palm. watching mesmerized, transfixed in that moment by the simple movement. ]
I thought it might be fun...
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Eames [The Forger] | Inception | OTA
Randolph Lyall | The Parasol Protectorate | M/M
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Really though. Sailors and whores? That's the theme? This collar itches.]
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Don't look so uncomfortable.
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Lindsey McDonald | Angel S2 | OTA
THERE YOU GO
Reynard smirked, thoroughly unimpressed by whatever look Lindsey shot him, and started recording. He leaned back against the wall, eyes on the small display attached to the camera to make sure it showed what he wanted on video. So far, nothing terribly exciting was happening. An empty bed, safe for Lindsey on it. The more interesting objects Reynard had in a bag by his feet, to be implemented when the time came.
It hadn't been easy to get to this point. Easier than Lindsey would have thought, of course, but Reynard did have to talk a bit to make him see his point. On tape willingly and it would only exist for Reynard's viewing pleasure. On tape when a bit too tied up to do anything about it and he'd sell it. In the end, all Reynard had to do to convince the lawyer, reluctant as he was, was sign a paper. Non-disclosure. Typical lawyer sentiment, that; when in doubt, cover your ass with paper. But fair enough, not that breaking a contract was a big deal to Reynard, it was what he did. The one with the firm that he'd signed in blood might be a bit more serious, but even so, he wasn't too worried about it. Breaking contracts was in his blood, after all.
But this was mostly just between him and the lawyer. One step more in the game he was playing with him. And, he was sure, it would be a hell of a lot of fun. For him, anyway.
"Come on, look lively, pup." Reynard leaned down and touched the knife he kept in his thigh sheath, then he thought better of it and got another one from the bag on the ground. He threw the jack knife in Lindsey's direction. "Catch."
Making a vague gesture indicating Lindsey's clothes he continued. "You're wearing too much. Jacket off and cut some holes. Like discussed."
XDDDD
"No!" He argued, staring down at the blade then back at Reynard, which meant the camera since that was where the fox was hidden behind. "This is a thousand dollar suit! I'm not going to just cut it!"
Contract be damned, he was not doing any of that with his tailored clothes.
However, he did start taking off the jacket at least, still glaring. As well as digging his hand into the knot of his tie to loosen it. Both things slipped free and he turned from Reynard so he could set them aside on the bed.
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