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there's a river running wild. ([personal profile] shootstars) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2017-02-16 12:04 pm

the picture prompt meme

the picture prompt meme

I — Comment with your character.
II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please.
V — Be aware that this meme will be image-heavy.

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Embed image in your reply:

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[personal profile] striketwice 2017-02-24 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Alec has always been a fiercely independent person, ever since he was younger. He preferred to be on his own, work on his own, keeping the world at an arm’s length through a persona that’s been so carefully crafted there are times when he even forgets it’s a mask. It was a matter of personal pride that he’d gone so long without a match. It meant never having to depend on someone, never having to let somebody else in.

Never having to face the fact that he might be half of a person without them.

But reality came down hard and fast, slapping shackles on he and Peter with no regard for their preferences. Just the universe doing what the universe wanted, and tying two sorry, broken bastards together just because it could.

Maybe in another reality, one were some quirk, the will of some nebulous powers that be, didn’t have the power or the desire to tell them they were meant for each other, he and Peter would have ended up fucking. Maybe they would have even become friends first, aggravating one another but never truly hateful. It stands to reason that they would have fallen into bed together.

But it wouldn’t have felt like this.

Alec doesn’t have the mind to admit that maybe he has been half a person all along, he doesn’t have the mind for much right now, but he revels in the way he feels whole and warm and so, so good. He’s been on the edge for a while now, broken open and undone by their mutual desire, by the flames that erupt whenever Peter’s hand ghosts over that band on his arm, and Peter keeps edging him closer and closer to falling with every thrust of his hips. Heat and wholeness seep from every cell, filling him until he feels he might burst with it. ]

Fuck. God, Peter— Peter—

[ His hand still grips Peter’s hair, probably too tightly to be comfortable, but he can’t gather his thoughts enough to let go. Peter’s hand closes around his cock, and that first stroke drives the air out of him in a groan. His mind actually blanks for a second as the fire in his veins goes white hot, his pulse roaring in his ears like thunder.

It’s too good, it’s too much, and he’s been far too close for so long now. He sucks in air in a sudden, sharp gasp, only for it to spill out again in a string of nonsense— ]

Oh God, oh God— Peter, fuck— I can’t, I— So good, so good, I can’t. Peter— I’m gonna—

[ Come, and he does. That heat spikes, spills over, and Alec’s whole body convulses with it. Peter’s name flies past his lips on a strangled cry as he comes, spilling over his stomach, over Peter’s hand. He’s dizzy with it, caught in the spiral of pleasure and desire still coursing through them, and all he can do is hold on. ]
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-25 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ He gasps when Alec’s fingers tighten around the hair at the nape of his neck, makes a pained little noise that goes lost Alec’s tongue, but it sends a jolt of electricity straight down his spine, makes his rhythm stutter for a half-second before he finds it again.

Peter breaks off their kiss again, mouthing at the sensitive skin just beneath the hinge of Alec’s jaw. Alec’s breath is hot against his ear as he speaks, as his voice suddenly turns frantic, as he babbles out fragments of words and phrases, and Peter only has mind enough to offer an encouraging groan that hums against Alec’s neck. His skin feels two sizes too small, every inch of him far too sensitive, lighting up with every brush of contact.

Alec clenches around him, and Peter hisses out a few broken curses of his own, and he feels it when Alec comes. It slams into him like a Mack truck, a force that nearly cracks through the mental barriers Peter still has standing. Peter loses the rhythm after that, gasping against Alec’s neck, thrusting into him until, only seconds later, his own orgasm crashes over him. He spills, Alec’s name on his tongue, riding out the waves.

And when it’s over, Peter practically collapses against Alec, panting. He buries his face against his neck again, hazy and content. ]
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[personal profile] striketwice 2017-02-25 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alec hasn't even come up from his own orgasm when Peter's bowls him over. His whole body goes tense, shaking as Peter's pleasure courses through him, something like a sob escaping him. It's too much, way too much, but he doesn't want it to stop. If this tore him apart, literally rent him asunder, he wouldn't even care.

At least the tide subsides, and Alec is left sprawled on the mattress, boneless and breathing hard. His hand still rests at the nape of Peter's neck, unmoving, as the world slowly reasserts itself through the haze. He's exhausted, but he doesn't recall having ever been so warm and content in his life.

Absently, perhaps without him even realizing it, he combs his fingers through Peter's hair. Quiet small strokes of his fingers. It seems to be all the movement he's capable of for now. ]
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-25 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ He lets out a soft, pleased hum as Alec cards through his hair, gives himself a few seconds for his brain to restart itself, for his limbs to regain some semblance of strength – because as it is, nearly every part of him trembles with exhaustion.

At length, he manages a soft chuckle. And with some higher consciousness returning, a quiet, ]

Holy shit, man.

[ At last he shifts, rallying himself and shoving himself up. He shoulders the unenviable task of cleaning the two of them up, wetting a towel with warm water, cleaning the two of them – he's a little more careful with Alec, though for himself, it's quick and clinical.

After that, he settles onto the bed again – this time slotting against Alec's side, rather than sprawling on top of him. He throws an arm possessively across Alec's waist, noses at the line of his jaw. Usually the two of them aren't this— affectionate. Aren't this cuddly, but there's something warm rolling through Peter's chest, makes him crave this kind of closeness. ]
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[personal profile] striketwice 2017-02-25 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ He only manages a murmur of agreement with Peter's sentiment. He misses Peter's presence at his side greatly when he finally extracts himself, and Alec watches him with half-lidded eyes, a small, warm smile on his face as he cleans them both up.

He's usually not one for sticking around and cuddling, but he just... needs the closeness right now. Peter curls next top him again, and Alec shifts closer with a contented sigh. ]

I hope you know I'm not moving.

[ Ah, he does remember how words work after all. ]
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-25 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
Oh wow. [ He tilts his head up a little to peer at Alec. ] You can still talk?

[ He props himself up again, though this time, it's to tug on the blanket trapped beneath them. ]

At least move enough so I can cover us. 'Cause I will 100% roll you right off the bed if you don't.
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[personal profile] striketwice 2017-02-25 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He grumbles a bit, but manages to summon the will to shift around so that Peter can tug the blanket up over them. This is nice, he thinks a little distantly, warm and content, with Peter curled close to him.

He spent so long, decades, convinced he didn't need another person in his life, didn't need to waste the energy caring about anyone other than himself, but here, now, he realizes just what he's been missing.

It's a dangerous line of thought, but hazy as he is, it's hard to think of it like that. He dips his head a little, pressing a kiss to Peter's forehead. ]
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2017-02-25 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Peter settles back in at Alec's side, nose pressed against the soft skin beneath his jaw, his arm thrown across Alec's waist.

He huffs out a quiet breath when he feels Alec's lips press against his brow, and he lifts his head again, the corner of his mouth curling a little. ]

What was that for?
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[personal profile] striketwice 2017-02-25 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He gives a halfhearted little shrug, the little smile on his face echoing Peter's. ]

Cause I could.