PROMPT POST 1
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Prompting: [CK or KK: pairing/gen/etc, kink]
Specifics can be put in the actual prompt.
For example:
CK: Carmen/Amanda, fluff
Post-divorce Amanda finds herself in a sports bar hit on by some aholes, but the cute waitress gets rid of them for her. Bonus for bathroom cunnilingus.
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Twinky Little Brat 2/4
Date: 2020-11-29 07:27 am (UTC)He looked at Daniel, pointedly spread his legs and asked, “So you’re fucking me, right?”
“No, absolutely not.”
His lurid fantasy of Daniel railing him on the deck was rapidly fading away, and Johnny snapped, “Why not?! What was the point of me getting off your lap, then?”
“I’m not fucking you when you’re drunk.”
Johnny then noticed that Daniel looked stiff as a board, and not in the pleasant way either (oh, that could be remedied), and so he decided to say, hoping Daniel would get the memo and relax, “But that’s the best time to fuck me, I’m all relaxed and shit–”
“Trust me, no it’s not,” Daniel said, “Whiskey dick is nobody’s friend, Johnny Lawrence.”
Johnny was getting outright desperate now, so he crawled toward Daniel and said, pawing at the buttons of Daniel’s fancy shirt, “Don’t care about my dick being out of commission right now, it’s yours we need to keep working for this–”
“I’m not fucking you when you’re too drunk to stop me, John!” Daniel said, his hands shaking on Johnny’s shoulders and tears welling in his eyes that Johnny finally saw.
There’s a story behind that, Johnny realized in the back of his mind. And not a pleasant one. Pleasant stories don’t have their tellers’ hands shake at the memory of it.
Johnny had wondered if another “Fuck me” would drive Daniel just mad enough for him to finally do it. Now, watching him try to use Mr. Miyagi’s breathing techniques again, he figured it might only drive him to tears. And for some reason, the thought of Daniel crying due to anything other than bliss made Johnny’s stomach clench just enough to feel tempted to vomit.
“Daniel–”
“It’s not happening."
“Okay,” Johnny said, backing away, giving Daniel some space to breathe. “Can I stay here tonight, at least?"
A wan smile crossed Daniel’s face. “Of course.”
He’s stronger than he looks was the thought that ran through Johnny’s mind as he felt Daniel lift him off the deck and carry him to the futon in the main bedroom. He must have been really drunk, or really wishful, or maybe both, probably that, because he would swear on his life he heard Daniel say before tucking him in and leaving the room, “If this is just drunken desperation talking, I won’t take the bait. If you ask me again when you’re sober, though, John, I’m all yours.”
I’m all yours. It echoed in Johnny’s mind and conjured lurid fantasies of Daniel in him, of him in Daniel that had him tossing and turning in the futon for the rest of his wakeful night before he fell asleep.
Twinky Little Brat 3/4
Date: 2020-12-02 06:22 am (UTC)T/W: There is some discussion of someone being raped when drunk in this section, so if you need to, you can skip this section and go straight to Part 4, which is just going to be smut.
Johnny woke up the next morning with a raging headache, his clothes still on and no one else in the bed, and he would never admit to the relief in his gut that that was the case. He could smell the pot of brewing coffee in the kitchen, probably one of those fancy brands Daniel seemed to gravitate to so much, and that fancy coffee never sounded so good.
He stumbled into the kitchen to find Daniel had already prepared a cup for him, just how he liked it: a small bit of sugar, a smaller bit of cream, just dark enough that he could claim he liked it black.
He took a sip and said, letting the coffee seep into his system, “Thank you.”
Both Daniel and Johnny knew there was more to it than simply a well-made cup of coffee.
“You’re welcome.”
“About last night–”
“Let me finish this cup of coffee before I say anything. I need to be fully awake to tell this story right.”
Johnny looked pointedly at the near-empty coffee cup as he said, “You said some things last night that made me wonder, Larusso.”
Daniel shrugged, taking the last sips and eying the remaining unmelted sugar at the bottom of the mug, and said with a false nonchalance, “Makes sense that you’d want to know, I mean I practically had a meltdown in front of you last night.”
“You know you really didn’t.”
As Daniel poured himself a second cuo of coffee, he said, “Okay, so here it goes. Before I met Amanda and after Kumiko and I broke up, I played the field, finally admitted my bisexuality, dated a guy at the auto dealership I was working at, he’s actually Anoush’s uncle, I wonder how Vartan’s doing, I’ll have to ask–”
Johnny spat out his coffee.
Daniel raised an eyebrow and said, “I’d ask if that were a problem, Johnny Lawrence, but last night certainly answered that question.”
“I just… didn’t know you were bi. But keep going.”
“Okay, so an old nightmare I never thought would visit me again did on my twenty-first birthday. Some friends from work took me out barhopping in the Valley and in the Hollywood area, and they were being so nice about treating me to drinks that I must have gone overboard. I didn’t even notice him showing up and offering to take me to the bathroom, I thought he was just a polite stranger who noticed I was getting sick–”
“Hold up, Larusso. What kind of friends did you have at work, that they’d just let you get carted off by a stranger?”
“I ask myself that question a lot, Johnny,” Daniel said, his voice far sadder than Johnny ever thought Daniel could be, and it occurred to him that outside of Mr. Miyagi… did Daniel really have any friends? Was he a friend? “I was still so wasted after throwing up I didn’t even know what was happening until he shoved his dick in my mouth and wouldn’t stop, not even when I begged him to.”
Of all the things that could have popped into Johnny’s mind, it was the dick graffiti on the Larusso Autos billboard that slapped him deeper into hangover-land.
“Fuck… oh fuck…”
“I didn’t know how drunk you were, and I didn’t want to do to you what he did to me, John.”
They sat in silence for a good long while after that, sipping their coffee and digesting what was said.
“So, how did you get away?”
“My friends must have realized I was gone, because after he came in my mouth but before he could drag me to his hotel room, they all charged at him and chased him out of the bathroom.”
Another pause, and Johnny found himself using those breathing exercises Daniel loved so much to figure out what to say, to get that near-broken look off Daniel’s face. “So you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but… how did Mr. Miyagi react?”
To Johnny’s pleasant surprise, Daniel grinned for the first time that morning and said, “Mr. Miyagi tried to kill him when he found out, told him very pointedly that senseis worthy of the title don’t rape their students, no matter how former they were.”
“You had another sensei?”
“That’s another story for another day, Johnny,” Daniel said. “Anyway, I’d like to let the conversation stray to more pleasant topics before we part ways.”
“So… have you seen Iron Eagle yet?”
“I thought we said more pleasant topics, Johnny Lawrence!”
Morning passed far more quickly than either of them anticipated as Johnny as Daniel first bickered about the merits of Iron Eagle versus Top Gun, then the merits of the original Voltron versus its late 2010s reboot, then agreed that Stardust was a severely underrated movie, and then they talked about how that was the first movie either had taken their kids to (Robby and Sam had both loved it). The conversation went ever onward and neither could bring themselves to stop talking, let alone stop staring at each other and wondering if an intimate move would be made, hoping it would.
Johnny was the first to face the clock and say, “It’s 12:45pm right now.”
Daniel smiled fondly at Johnny and said, “We have a tendency to lose track of time when we’re together, don’t we, John?”
Both their stomachs gurgled at once. “We should probably order in some lunch.”
“My treat?”
“Oh, definitely your treat, Larusso.”
Daniel pulled up a menu and told Johnny to start thinking about what he wanted to order from the fancy breakfast cafe chain his mother would have loved that seemed particularly in love with mint.
“Seriously?! This place?!”
“Yes, you said it was my treat, and I want some delicious bougie brunch after last night, sue me.” Daniel then proceeded to order the crunchy french toast with a side of bacon before giving Johnny the phone.
“For everything you have, Larusso,” Johnny said, sticking out his tongue at him before ordering the brunch burger and giving Daniel back his phone.
Daniel grinned as the order went through, and he said brightly, “The order’s in and we have an hour to kill before lunch arrives. How about we finally try some kata in the pond?”
An hour to kill, eh? Johnny cocked his head and asked, hoping Daniel would think him sober enough, “You know, I distinctly remember you saying that if I asked you to fuck me again when I was sober, you’d say yes.”
Daniel stood up, a small, shy smile on his face, and said, “Go on."
“Is the offer still on the table?”
“Yes,” Daniel said with a breathlessness that made Johnny weak in the knees. He then grabbed Johnny, slammed him onto the table, and purred, peppering kisses in the back of Johnny’s neck, “and now you are too.”
Re: Twinky Little Brat 3/4
Date: 2020-12-06 08:53 am (UTC)Re: Twinky Little Brat 3/4
Date: 2020-12-29 03:59 pm (UTC)