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resdog_kink2012-09-26 11:42 pm
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Reservoir Dogs Prompt Post: ROUND 1
Here it is! The very first prompt post of the Reservoir Dogs kink meme!
Write a prompt in the comment section (either anon or under your username), labelled with pairing or character(s) and a vague summary (with any applicable warning). Hopefully, someone will see it, be inspired, and reply with a fill. Anyone can write/illustrate/etc any prompt they find the inspiration for. It's like the fandom circle of life.
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Write a prompt in the comment section (either anon or under your username), labelled with pairing or character(s) and a vague summary (with any applicable warning). Hopefully, someone will see it, be inspired, and reply with a fill. Anyone can write/illustrate/etc any prompt they find the inspiration for. It's like the fandom circle of life.
Before you begin, PLEASE read the RULES POST.
Re: Orange/White: Daddy Kink AU: Untitled (9/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-10-18 03:58 am (UTC)(link)He found that the easiest way to avoid further complication was to immediately retreat to his room or piss off with some friends (in reality, acquaintances he barely knew from school; but he was good at pretending to fit in and they usually just went to the movies or an arcade, neither of which required much conversation).
One night he stumbled through the front door, tired and irritated after a shit day behind the register, to find Larry sitting on his couch and rolling a reefer on their coffee table. He glanced up, smiled.
"Hey kid. Your mom just called; she's not going to be home for a few hours. Wanna watch a movie?"
Freddy gaped and blinked, glancing back and forth between Larry and the weed.
"Is that code for 'smoke a joint'?" he finally croaked out.
Larry laughed, full and deep-throated, eyes twinkling. He patted the cushion next to him and licked a long line across the cigarette paper; the man could roll a fucking good roach.
"You ever seen Once Upon a Time in the West?" Larry asked, pulling his zippo from his pocket.
"Are you kidding me? That's Leone, man. He's a god."
"Mmmmm," came the agreement. Larry took a strong pull and sat back against the couch, expelling the smoke with superhuman restraint. He held out the joint, nodding.
"Wait, so I'm not allowed to drink your liquor but I can have this? I'm getting mixed signals, here."
"Weed won't fuck you up like booze will," Larry shrugged.
"That's pretty progressive of you, old man."
"Shut up and put in the movie, sonny boy."
The laugh was accompanied by a wink so Freddy couldn't bring himself to refuse. When he returned from the VCR he grabbed the roach from Larry's hand and took a deep tug at the soppy end. He had a limited experience with marijuana; just enough to know that Larry's shit was top end.
"God damn, you aren't fooling with this."
Larry grinned long and easy and took the joint back. The movie started and the two men watched in enrapt silence. Freddy felt his head hit the back of the couch; he kicked out his legs. They lazily passed the roach between them every few minutes, peripherally aware as it began to dwindle. By the time Freddy got down to the stub, he was swearing and laughing as he tried to steal one last lungful, Larry cheering him on.
Re: Orange/White: Daddy Kink AU: Untitled (9b/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-10-18 03:59 am (UTC)(link)"Oh shit," Larry snorted, fishing the pathetic little nub from the floor before it did any damage.
"Next time we need to make brownies, man," Freddy offered, "that's the quickest delivery method. Outside a bong or something."
"I think your mom might notice that."
"Hah! So she's not okay with this. I knew it. You're a corrupting influence."
Freddy flopped over and stared dreamily at the wall. Everything seemed so constant yet so ephemeral all at once. He blinked and swallowed thickly, stealing a quick look at his companion.
"She's gonna smell this, you know," Freddy finally continued, voice quiet.
"Your mom knows I smoke. I'll tell her you got in late."
"Did you tell her about the other night?"
The words were out before Freddy could reel them back in. He froze, both terrified and giddy. Larry stared at the television screen, jaw clenched.
"I don't think that's a line of questioning we should pursue, kid."
Freddy was quiet. He considered Larry's answer carefully. It meant two things; that he'd definitely seen, and that he hadn't breathed a word to Freddy's mom.
"You got any tattoos?"
The subject change was without subtlety or elegance, but Freddy was past caring. Larry glanced over at him, both surprised and wary.
"A few."
"Can I see?"
"Why?"
"So I can jerk off to them later. Duh."
Larry almost flinched and Freddy collapsed into near-hysterical laughter. He felt like he was floating above his body as he rolled off the couch. The carpet was rough, his skin hypersensitive. He gasped for breath.
"Jesus, you okay?"
A large hand touched his face and Freddy stilled. The laughter stopped. Larry was close and god damn if his eyes weren't the deepest, richest brown that Freddy had ever seen. He licked his lips.
"Just show me one. You saw my cock. Please, I just wanna see one."
It seemed like neither of them were breathing. Larry stared down at him, eyes wide. Terrified. He finally let out an unsteady breath and pulled down the collar of his shirt. Past the collar bone, past the top of his pectoral muscle; defined and tanned a copper-brown. Freddy licked his lips, not tearing his gaze away. He saw a lion's claws and an eagle's beak, drawn in simple, near-archaic lines.
"What was that?" he breathed.
"Griffin," Larry shrugged, readjusting his shirt.
"That is so fucking awesome."
Freddy closed his eyes and hummed in contentment. The weed was starting to make him famished. Or sleepy. He couldn't decide.
"Do you want to make some popcorn?"
"Tell you what, I'll go make it. You stay right there, okay?"
Larry's voice was soft and concerned. It made Freddy's heart flutter and he promptly hated himself for it.
"Okay..."
Re: Orange/White: Daddy Kink AU: Untitled (9b/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-10-18 04:03 am (UTC)(link)Re: Orange/White: Daddy Kink AU: Untitled (9b/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-10-18 12:26 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Orange/White: Daddy Kink AU: Untitled (9b/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-10-18 04:39 am (UTC)(link)Re: Orange/White: Daddy Kink AU: Untitled (9b/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-10-18 12:28 pm (UTC)(link)Thanks so much for your feedback!
Re: Orange/White: Daddy Kink AU: Untitled (9b/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-10-18 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Orange/White: Daddy Kink AU: Untitled (9b/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-10-18 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)