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Generation Kill ANONYMOUS Kink Meme 
2nd-Jun-2011 11:07 pm
Edit: We're starting to get prompts that are recycles of ones that already exist so make sure to read through all the prompts before adding a repeat. :)

Sorry so late. I'd planned to post this early on 1 June, but I didn't plan on catching the flu!

Let's have some kinky fun! Everyone can prompt, everyone can write. Just do so anonymously until 14 June. Then, if you'd like to uncloak and post your story with your name, by all means. I'm just in the mood for some creative kink, so let's party!


Step 1: Consult the List Of Kinks and select your kink of choice for Kink1.

Step 2: Decide if you have a second kink not on the list that you would also like included as Optional Kink2.

Step 3: Decide on your preferred pairing(s) and prompt. Prompts can be quotes, song lyrics, a plot bunny you've always wanted someone to write, whatever.

Step 4: Complete your anonymous prompt as follows:
Subject Line: Prompt
Pairing: Brad/Nate OR Ray/Walt
Kink1: cockrings
Optional Kink2: uniform kink
Prompt details: One of the boys likes to be fucked while his partner is in uniform. The trouble is, he comes too fast. His partner remedies the problem with a cockring.

Most everything is fair game; AUs, ARs, crossovers, fusions, what have you. It just has to be primarily GK and has to include at least one kink from the list.

Prompt Fills-

Step 1: Reply to the anonymous prompt anonymously (yeah, stating the obvious). You guys know how it works, if you exceed the LJ character limit, it'll need to be multiple replies. No linking to individual journals until after 14 June, because then you won't be anonymous.

Step 2: Subject line for your reply: Story title, pairing(s), warnings. All stories ought to end up being NC-17/Explicit so that's a given - that's the point of the kink meme. However, not everyone is comfortable with all kinks. Please warn for every kink you include in the story, especially if you add anything not included in the prompt. Personally, I consider warnings to be advertisements! But some readers might have a specific trigger and we want to do them the courtesy of making it easy for them to avoid anything that's unpleasant for them to read.

Ultimately, readers are reading at their own risk. Questions? Concerns? The priority is fun and I'm not a tyrant, so go out there, and write some really hot porn!
Black stilettos
3rd-Jun-2011 06:42 am (UTC) - Nate/Brad AU- Nate is a priest
Pairing: Brad/Nate
Kink1: celibacy
Prompt details: Nate is a priest and has taken a vow of celibacy, Brad is his temptation
4th-Jun-2011 03:28 pm (UTC) - Confession, Brad/Nate AU 1/2
I am going to hell for this.

Warnings: dirty talk, masturbation, sacrilegious behavior


„Bless me Father, for I have sinned.”

The words, spoken in a low, calm voice, pulled Nate from his thoughts. He shifted in his seat and turned his attention to the man on the other side of the wooden crate.

Even though the confessional was designed to give everybody the maximum amount of comfort and privacy, Nate could make out enough to know who he was talking to. The tall frame and sharp eyes, it could only be Brad Colbert, a man who recently moved here from California and joined their congregation.

Nate closed his eyes and forced himself to relax. He knew it was wrong, and that he should control himself better, but there was something about Brad… He wanted Brad. With every fiber of his being, he wanted the man, and it was killing him that he couldn’t have him. He vowed to remain celibate not six months ago, and already he was tempted to break his vows.

“I have sinful thoughts, Father,” Brad continued. “I desire a man I cannot have.”

Nate froze. Brad couldn’t know about Nate’s inner struggle, Nate was sure of that. Yet it seemed as though he was struggling with similar feelings.

“Do you want to act on those thoughts?” Nate asked carefully, trying to keep his voice calm.

Part of him wanted to know who was the man that held Brad’s attention. Part of him hated that man.

“Every time I see him,” Brad replied without hesitation. “But I know I can’t. I won’t.”

At that, Nate released the breath he didn’t even know he was holding. He knew he had no right to want Brad to remain alone, but he couldn’t help feeling relieved.

“Not unless he tells me I can,” Brad added, his voice lower, more intimate.

It made Nate shiver. He imagined that was the tone Brad used with his lovers, and that knowledge made Nate hard.

He dug his fingers into his thighs to stop himself from adjusting, or worse, rubbing his erection.

“Will you talk to him about your thoughts?” Nate asked, unaware that his voice dropped into a whisper.

He could swear Brad leaned forward, maybe in an attempt to see Nate more clearly, judge his reaction. Nate refused to look at him though, too afraid of his own thoughts and desires to risk Brad learning about them as well.

“I will,” Brad said, firmly, as if nothing would stop him once he made that decision. “I decided I will ask him to hear my confession,” he continued. “He’s a priest at the church I go to.”

A gasp escaped Nate’s lips before he could stop it. It couldn’t be…
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3rd-Jun-2011 07:00 am (UTC) - Brad/Nate - candleplay & knifeplay
Pairing: Brad/Nate
Kink1: candleplay
Optional Kink2: knifeplay
Prompt details: Once the wax is cooled on the skin, a K-Bar is used to remove it. Top & sub are author's choice.
3rd-Jun-2011 07:22 am (UTC) - Brad/Nate, rough sex
Pairing: Brad/Nate
Kink1: rough sex
Optional Kink2: bruising or bitemarks
Prompt details: Nate belongs to Brad, body and soul.
14th-Jun-2011 12:19 am (UTC) - Fill: Mine (1/?)
As soon as the door to their apartment closed, Brad grabbs Nate and pushes him against the nearest wall. He'd been itching to touch Nate all night, the entire time they were at dinner with Ray and Walt and Poke. The hostess had looked Nate up and down, which annoyed Brad. Their waiter had blatently eye-fucked him, which made Brad furious. Although the rational part of his brain tells him that Nate hadn't even noticed and didn't want attention from anyone other than Brad, he now feels the need to prove, to himself at least, that Nate is his.

The first kiss is full of heat, of want, of lust. He bites Nate's lip, making him moan, slowly yet forcefully fucking into Nate's mouth with his tounge. Nate grabs him, flipping them around so Brad's back was to the wall, and Brad lets him, for now. Brad's head cracks against the wall, and in turn he digs his nails into Nate's shoulders.

"Sorry," Nate mutters.

"It's fine."

It hurts, but damn, it hurts so good. Brad fucking growls, deep in his throat, and Nate shivers at the sound. Taking the opportunity to regain the advantage, he pushes Nate across the hall, slamming his back into the opposite wall, hard enough to show his intent, but careful enough not to hurt him.

"Fuck, Brad."

"Only if you ask nicely."

Brad presses his body flush against Nate, feeling them touch from ankle to chest. His hands go to Nate's hips of their own accord, fingers digging in and pulling Nate closer to him. He forces Nate's thighs apart and places one of his own between them, rutting against Nate as he kisses his way up and down his neck. Nate brings his own hands to Brad's shoulders, tightening his grip to just shy of painful when Brad presses his dick to Nate's hip, letting him feel how hard he is.

"Please, Brad," Nate breaths out.

"Mmmm, please what?" Brad lookes into Nate's eyes, his own eyes sparkling mischeviously.

Nate leanes back into the wall and lets out a groan, closing his eyes.

Brad strikes while Nate's guard is down, whirling Nate around so his face is pressed into the wall. He holds Nate there with the weight of his body, pinning Nate's hands above him with his own. He feels rather than hears Nate's breath catch as he grinds his cock against Nate's ass.

"Brad." It comes out halfway between a prayer and a curse.

Brad smirks into Nates neck in response, breathing in Nate's shampoo and cologne and sweat. His dick twitches violently as the scent fills his nose. He thrusts his hips forward once, twice, and Nate starts grinding his cock against the wall in search of relief.

"No." It's a command, and Nate's hips freeze.

"Stay fucking still, Nate."

Nate shudders beneath him, leaning back into Brad's touch.

"Too many clothes," Nate whines.

"Really? Are you sure? I could fuck you almost like this, you know. Push your jeans down around your thighs, undo my fly, and pound your ass just like that. Would you like that, Nate? Would you like feeling the teeth of the zipper biting into your thighs while my cock's buried in your ass?"

Nate groans, grinding his ass back against Brad and pressing his forehead to the wall at the same time. Brad's in rare form tonight.

"Wanna feel your skin."

"You do? Want my chest against your back, our thighs pressed together, my balls smacking against your ass? Want to feel the cold metal of my tags against your back? Want to feel all of me, Nate? Is that what you want?"

He punctuated his sentences with quick jerks of his hips, while he stroked Nate's wrists with his fingertips, letting his calluses drag against the pulse points. He can feel Nate's pulse quicken, and he gets even harder at that, at knowing that he's the reason that Nate's hot and flushed and hard, and he hasn't even touched his cock yet.
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3rd-Jun-2011 07:26 am (UTC) - Brad/Nate - begging
Pairing: Brad/Nate
Kink1: begging
Optional Kink2: dirty talk
Prompt details: When Nate wants it, he really wants it. Sometimes Brad likes to hold off and tease him about how much Nate wants it (if this gets into any kind of humiliation or obedience, that's awesome too).
3rd-Jun-2011 07:59 am (UTC) - Prompt: CASTING COUCH
Pairing: Brad/Nate
Kink1: film/photography
Optional Kink 2: masturbation
Prompt details: Nate is a newbie model. Brad is the photographer. Nate goes in for either headshots or to fill his portfolio. He needs money so when Brad offers him $$ to pose for "art shots", one thing leads to another.
6th-Jun-2011 05:23 am (UTC) - fill: Strike a Pose, 1/?
Apparently I am allergic to short fic because this is at 6K words and I'm only halfway finished! But erm...I am excited and wanted to start posting, haha. I hope to have this finished in the next couple days.

Nate arrived at 11:58 at a stately brownstone a stone's throw away from Prospect Park and jogged up the stairs to the front door, bike balanced on his shoulder. He'd considered locking it up, but it would add precious seconds to his time and he was already running late enough as it was. Nate knew that being on time wasn't something traditionally valued in the fashion industry, but he liked to have standards, even if they were only for himself.

The door was opened by a a wiry young man with sunken eyes who looked like he'd woken up on the wrong side of a hangover, cigarette in one hand and a measuring tape around his neck. He didn't at all resemble one of the waif-like, uber-thin androgenes Nate assumed populated the world of haute couture, but what did he know? Until now, most of his shoots had been in sterile studios against a white backdrop, shot by bored-looking men who had seen hundreds of hopefuls pass through their doors.

"You planning on bringing that in here?" he asked, tilting his head towards the bike. "You can, but if Brad kicks your ass for marking up his floors, then I don't know you and I had nothing to do with it."

Nate was a little relieved that this person, whoever he was, wasn't the photographer. His agency, Bravo Two, had called him yesterday while he was in the middle of his bartending shift at PDT to tell him that he'd gotten a job with Brad Colbert, otherwise known in the photography world as The Iceman. A number of young models had quit the industry simply due to the thrashing their egos received while working with him. On the other hand, the edgy beauty of his art had propelled enough people out of obscurity and into the limelight that he never found himself short of work.

Nate stuck out a hand and offered his best smile. This was his first big job; to say he was eager to do well would be the understatement of the century.

"Nate Fick."

"Ray Person". He gave a perfunctory shake, then proceeded to drag him down the hallway. The interior of the house was huge; Nate could probably fit his entire apartment just in the foyer. The ceilings were easily twelve feet tall, and there were all these little touches--intricate carving on the baseboards, bookshelves built into the walls--that made the place practically reek of wealth.

They paused at the foot of a staircase. "He's here, what do you want me to do with him?" Ray yelled.

"I'm taking a shit. Get him dressed, I'll be down in a minute."

Nate raised a curious eyebrow. This was going to be interesting.

Ray dragged him off into an adjacent room, then stubbed his cigarette out in an old crystal ashtray. He squinted at Nate for a moment, taking his measurements with a practiced eye.

"Thirty-inch waist, good. Last week Bravo Two sent me this skinny fucker named Trombley; I had to spend a good twenty minutes taking everything in." He pulled a suit bag out of the closet and unzipped it while Nate stood there, awkwardly waiting for instructions. "Why do you still have clothes on? Get naked, Fick. There's a bathroom down the hall; you have to bathe before touching this since it costs more than you make in a year. And hurry. I don't have all day and there are a thousand buttons on this jacket. It's like Brad thinks I'm some kind of trained monkey."

He was shooed off into the bathroom without ceremony. Ten minutes later, Nate returned from his second shower of the day wearing the robe that had hung from the hook on the bathroom door. He buried his toes in the luxuriously soft carpet to conceal his excitement when Ray made him drop the robe and slid the jacket over his arms. It, like everything else he'd seen this season, was very military in nature--high collars, belts, braid, buttons. It always struck him as funny. His father had been in the Army, and Nate knew that it sure as hell didn't look anything like this.
3rd-Jun-2011 08:03 am (UTC) - Prompt: CASTING COUCH.
Pairing: Brad/Nate
Kink1: mirrors
Optional Kink 2: Brad and Nate throwing dialog around while fucking.
Prompt details: Brad is an actor, stereotyped for his good looks. Nate is a (casting) director. Then... well... you know what a casting couch is, right?
3rd-Jun-2011 08:22 am (UTC) - Brad/Nate - teacher/student obedience
Pairing: Brad/Nate
Kink1: obedience
Optional Kink2: deepthroating
3rd-Jun-2011 12:40 pm (UTC) - Prompt - Virginity
Pairing: Brad/Nate
Kink1: Virginity
Prompt details: Collegeboy!Nate looses his virginity to Brad (who may or may not be a Marine)
17th-Jul-2011 06:28 pm (UTC) - Re: Prompt - Virginity
Yes, please.
3rd-Jun-2011 12:44 pm (UTC) - Prompt - bitemarks
Pairing: Brad/Nate
Kink1: bitemarks
Prompt details: Brad is a possessive motherfucker and needs everybody to see who Nate belongs to. Bonus points for warewolf!AU, though that's optional.
3rd-Jun-2011 12:47 pm (UTC) - Prompt - anonymous sex
Pairing: Any/Any
Kink1: anonymous sex
Kink2 (optional): roleplay/consent play
Prompt details: One of the guys confesses to a fantasy of being fucked in an alley by a stranger. That gives an idea to the other one.
3rd-Jun-2011 01:48 pm (UTC) - Brad/Nate - rough sex
Pairing: Brad/Nate
Kink1: rough sex
Optional Kink2: bondage (held down)
Prompt details: Brad has taken a liking to bending Nate over the nearest table/couch/counter etc with little/no warning. Nate's grown quite fond of this too, so much so he's begun going commando as soon as he's no longer at work.
5th-Jun-2011 04:06 am (UTC) - Brad/Nate - rough sex, bondage (Part 1/2)
The clock on the stove tells Nate in bright green numbers that it's a quarter to six in the evening. He's been home long enough that he's had time to change clothes and wander into the kitchen to figure out what to do for dinner.

There's a note on the counter, one corner of the paper shoved under the toaster so that it doesn't get lost. It's short and to the point - Running. xx B.

Nate has no idea how long the note has been sitting there, or when he should expect Brad home. But just the thought of Brad coming in the door flushed and sweating, thrilled from a good run, is enough to make him feel a little warm.

He tugs at the collar of his t-shirt and shakes his head like that's going to help dislodge the thoughts. He tries to think about dinner instead, but all of his senses are trained on the door, waiting to hear all of the telltale signs that say Brad is home.

His heart starts to beat faster when he hears the door swing open and then click shut. The sound of running shoes hitting the floor in the hall follows, but then there's silence.

Nate listens has hard as he can, but he doesn't hear Brad's approach. The only warning he gets is the hair on the back of his neck standing up the split-second before Brad's hands find his hips.

"Hey, you." Nate's greeting ends on a slight gasp because Brad bites at his ear and pushes him up against the counter. Heat coils low in Nate's stomach and his dick twitches in his shorts.

Brad moves in close until they're pressed together as much as humanly possible. His hands start a continuous slide over Nate's hips, stomach and ribs, sneaking under the worn Dartmouth t-shirt Nate is wearing. "Hi." Nate can't see the grin that accompanies the word, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know it's there.

"You can't even wait until after dinner?" Nate tries to sound reprimanding instead of breathless. He thinks he falls far short.

"We both know you don't want me to." As if to prove his point, one of Brad's hands slides over the front of Nate's shorts, groping. Nate sucks in a breath and ducks his head.

"Okay, point."

Brad's hands meet at the top of Nate's shorts, and he's pleased that Nate didn't even bother tying the cargo shorts. It's one less thing he has to worry about, one less thing in the way. He pops the button open and drags the zipper down carefully, mouthing his way across the back of Nate's neck.

There's enough space between Nate and the counter now that he could move if he wanted to, but Nate stays right where he is, tucked against Brad.

One of Brad's hands plunges down the front of Nate's shorts, the other pushing the fabric off Nate's hips. Both hands pause for the slightest moment when Brad realizes there's no other barrier - the shorts are the only thing Nate's wearing.

"Nate Fick, you are a dirty little slut."
3rd-Jun-2011 01:54 pm (UTC) - Brad/Nate - sleepy/unconscious
Pairing: Brad/Nate
Kink1: sleepy/unconscious
Optional kink2: bondage (held down)
Prompt details: Brad is creative in the ways he wakes Nate up, Nate approves enthusiastically.
6th-Jun-2011 08:09 am (UTC) - Re: FILL Brad/Nate - sleepy/unconscious
They were all really drunk. It was the night before the LT’s paddle party and most of the guys were in town already. More specifically, most of the guys were in the bar. Brad, Poke and Pappy had settled in at about 10:30am when they’d come in for a hearty breakfast and other marines joined them as and when they arrived. 12 hours later no one had ever seen the Iceman this drunk. They hadn’t noticed at first - most people being more focused on Ray being drunk by 3pm, throwing up the four burgers he’d already eaten and then promptly ordering four more. Brad had been quietly directing proceedings, ordering more rounds, instigating drinking games. At 6pm he had Rudy lead a PT session in the middle of the bar. Trombley threw up on the floor mid-press up. He finished his reps though before cleaning it up, the good boy. Walt also looked distinctly green after that and Ray tried to help the situation along by performing the Heimlich manoeuvre on him but Walt elbowed him in the gut and Ray was the one that ending up puking again.

At 9pm the LT arrived. The room erupted in cheering, back slapping and general rowdiness. He was led by Ray to a space on a bench between Mike Wynn and Brad. Both men put an arm around Nate’s shoulders and gestured to the line of pints on the table. “Welcome to your pre-paddle party, Sir.” Brad said.

They had been saving the pints all day and they were basically a mix of all the dregs of the pints the guys had been drinking since morning, plus shots of all the different spirits they’d consumed and added flourishes of all the condiments that had come with their meals. All in all the pints looked pretty foul. There were 10 of them.

Nate knew what he had to do. He looked briefly into Brad’s eyes – which were pretty bloodshot from booze but still somehow fierce and full of intent – and then, with a small smile on his lips, started to down the pints. The guys howled encouragement and sung “Get it down You Zulu Warrior” with gusto about 20 times in a row followed by an extremely high pitched tone deaf version of The OC theme song as Nate continued to drink steadily.

Two hours later he had his arms around Rudy and Mike and they were dragging him up to his room, Brad leading the way, with most of the guys following as some kind of stumbling, swearing entourage. They deposited the LT on the bed, raided the mini-bar - supplemented by various bottles of vodka and sambuca Manimal produced - and kept drinking. By midnight Nate had been tied to his bed with belts, Q-Tip’s head scarf and one set of handcuffs that Brad produced with a flourish. About 8 guys sat on the bed around him and they were using his body as a table for the drinks. Every time Nate appeared vaguely conscious someone would chuck another shot down his throat. “Sorry LT you’re not in command anymore.”

At 3am Lilley mentioned the x-rated version of his film from OIF which apparently featured Ray’s ass pretty heavily and as much homoerotic perving as any good Recon Marine would ever wish to see and most guys headed off to his room to check it out.

Brad watched them disappear and then told Mike he would take first watch. When Walt finally persuaded Ray he was grossly in need of a shower and piggy-backed him out the room (Ray spanking his flank as they went) Brad was finally alone with the LT.

The room stank of booze, puke and B.O. Brad cleared the glasses off Nate’s body and bed then promptly passed out. He woke up again a few hours later and stalked straight to the shower. He stood under the water for 20 minutes just focusing on breathing and not throwing-up.
3rd-Jun-2011 01:59 pm (UTC) - Brad/Nate - bruising or bitemarks
Pairing: Brad/Nate
Kink1: bruising or bitemarks
Optional kink2: posessive
Prompt details: Nate doesn't (chooses not to?) notice all the come-ons/propositions directed at him. Brad does, he does not approve and makes sure everyone knows Nate is taken by marking him in some way.
3rd-Jun-2011 02:00 pm (UTC) - In-control Walt
Pairing: Brad/Walt OR Nate/Walt
Kink1: Orgasm (self-)denial
Prompt details: There's nothing Walt loves more than to make whomever he's with come again and again while he doesn't. Fucking or being fucked, it doesn't matter, and since Brad/Nate feels the need to always be in control of himself outside of actual sex, Walt just wants him to be able to let go and enjoy it. If this charitable concern allows Walt to have the most spectacular orgasm if/when he finally does let go, well then...
3rd-Jun-2011 02:11 pm (UTC) - Brad/Nate - sex swing
Pairing: Brad/Nate
Kink1: Sex swing
Kink2: Dominance
Prompt details: Brad is in the swing. Nate takes care of everything.
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