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What? They've acted in OTHER things?!
So, you may be aware that some cast members of HH have acted in other things. Give their profession, this is understandable.
This post is for those who would like to prompt/fic about the other things the guys/girls have been in, without mixing it up with HH-related/non-crossover fic on the other posts.
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UNPROMPTED: Sitting Sunday, Female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [2/5]
(Anonymous) 2011-11-09 01:04 am (UTC)(link)…Mm.
This should be interesting.
“Well?” She asks him innocently, looking up at him through her eyelashes – aware that it is a pose that either makes her look helplessly beguiling or rather like a rabid dog.
He only stares at her for a long moment, eyes gone slightly dark (and she does love it when they do that).
And then lifts one of his hands from his side, slips his fingers into her mouth and waits for her to eagerly wet them with a certain glitter in his eyes.
Mm…
When he trails those fingers, lovely and wet and making her close her eyes against them, away from her mouth and down her throat she can’t quite help the gasp from bursting free – can only let it echo loud at his own shaky breath in reply.
He traces patterns on her collarbone for a moment, so softly that she can barely feel it.
And then, just as quickly as she loves, he drops to his knees – brings his other hand from his side to join the first one. Trailing down until he can cup her arched forward breasts, holding them for a happy second as her breath echoes ever so loudly yet again (and she might have a hand in that, she’ll happily admit).
She barely holds back a groan as he strokes his thumbs over her nipple, doesn’t even bother as he daringly leans forwards to pinch them and make stars explode behind her eyelids.
“Is this alright?” He still asks politely, but with a touch of a smirk on his face, as he rolls them between his fingertips.
“Christ, Tim…”
Ah, and that honest smirk is brilliant - as he gives her nipples one final roll and then sets them free. Continues to trail down her stomach, maybe quivering and straining a little towards his touch, in a way so light that her eyes have to fall shut yet again.
When he finally, teasingly, rubs his hands over her hipbones she may let a swearword hiss out underneath her breath – is sadly unrewarded as he only smirks up at her yet again and trails his fingers down her thighs, “everything alright?”
“Ah-“ she can only whisper, as his fingers reach her knees and stroke there for several long and very distracting moments.
“Thought so” …And he is obviously, and maybe a little wonderfully, enjoying this – as he moves on and downwards. Trailing over the barely there muscles of her calves before reaching her feet and rubbing there in slow, impossibly arousing movements.
Luckily, or maybe unluckily depending upon how the spine turning into jelly is perceived, he doesn’t spend long there – is soon moving up again, except this time taking the route of her inner leg. Up over her inner calves, tickling just slightly and making her squirm against her bonds. Briefly pausing at her knees again, rubbing there and drawing some faintly embarrassing breathy noises as he does. Onwards across her inner thighs, caressing the sensitive skin there and making her tense in anticipation…
And she doesn’t have to wait for long.
He slides his fingers, and she loves his fingers, in between her legs. Caresses the sensitive skin there for long, happy moments as she shudders back in her seat. Rubs there so sweetly that she can’t help but let a rumbling groan fall from her just slightly helpless mouth. Slides them up and down in such a wonderful way that she thinks she could never love him more…
And then he slips one in, and twists.
And, okay, as she yelps his name she supposes that her heart could probably expand a bit from it’s cold, blackened state – it wouldn’t be too much of a hardship, after all…
UNPROMPTED: Sitting Sunday, Female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [3/5]
(Anonymous) 2011-11-09 01:08 am (UTC)(link)…Right.
“Tim…” She growls warningly, fixing him with her very best glare – the one that can make groups of grown men burst simultaneously into tears and run back to their mothers (who also burst into tears, she’s that good).
“Chris,” he answers with a smile, leaning in for another kiss that she really wants to yank into “…I suppose I’m also alright with having more kids.”
…Her very best glare, the one that makes even dogs attempt to shed the excess water from their terrified eyes! “Is this really the time to discuss that?”
“We’ve discussed stranger things.”
“…True,” Doesn’t stop her from trying to make snakes cry, though, for those damned things have little relevance to the current situation but probably deserve everything that they get, “but that doesn’t mean-“
“Just wait a while, okay?”
“…For what?”
“For kids.”
“Anything else, mate?”
Mate, mate - that should get him trembling in terror, that should get him hiding his head in his hands, that should get him finally worshipping her as the goddess that she deserves to be-
Or should get him smirking, yet again, and leaning in for another sweet peck that has her arching up.
…Close enough, she supposes.
Definitely close enough, as he draws back and immediately nuzzles at her jaw – kissing gently along it before going back and scraping his teeth, so hard and fast that she probably bruises her wrists and definitely gasps loudly enough to be heard.
He just smirks, brilliantly triumphant as he places another nip just to the side of her chin, drops his mouth again and slowly grazes his teeth along her neck – taking a long moment to appreciate the tremble of her breath under his lips.
A brief diversion, to place biting kisses along her collarbone and listen to several pleading swear words.
And then he’s dropping down to his knees again, quickly moving his mouth over the flesh under her collarbone until he gets to the goods. He mouths along the top of her breasts for a moment, leaving several more bites there that she’ll cherish for days to come, before gently shifting on – taking her nipple into his mouth as she tilts her head back.
And she expects him to linger for a second…
Ah! But he doesn’t! He immediately digs his teeth in, traces them around the sensitive flesh as she wails his name above him – humiliating, yes, but entirely deserved.
…Especially as he repeats the sudden treatment with her other nipple.
And extra especially as he drops again, biting along her hipbone before tracing his mouth down her outer thigh, making her tremble and curse and beg (and this is becoming normal by now, she is quite aware) and dig her nails into the rough wood beneath her.
The pressure of his mouth at her knee is brief – wet and warm and ever so good.
And then he is moving up, moving up and tracing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh with his mouth and gently sliding his tongue and she can quite forgive him for everything ever and… Oh! The touch of his mouth on her is as perfect as ever, maybe even more perfect than she remembered.
She loudly grunts his name, trembling on the edge…
UNPROMPTED: Sitting Sunday, Female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [4/5]
(Anonymous) 2011-11-09 01:10 am (UTC)(link)“Tim,” she grunts flatly, staring up at him (and pointedly ignoring the bulge in his jeans) as he braces himself against the back of the chair, “if you dare do that again you’ll never be having any more kids with anybody, are we clear?”
He stares down at her for a second, smiles down at her in the next, “I wouldn’t want to have any more kids with anybody but you.”
“…Was that meant to make me melt?”
He only sighs, “possibly.”
“Tim…”
But he is already leaning back in, for another one of those kisses that makes her melt every single time, and she is already yanking against her restraints again. And-
…Oh.
Well, that is certainly new.
Instead of laying his fingers on her, which he’s already done so very well, or pressing his mouth down, which he’s already done even better, he simply leans in. Ghosts his breath over her mouth before moving to the still slightly wet skin of her jaw, gently trailing over her as he moves down yet again.
…Oh.
Oh.
Her eyes flutter shut, yet another habit, as he reaches her collarbone – ghosts air along there. She actually gulps as he moves on, traces the path between her breasts with soft huffs as she wriggles and thrusts.
Her nipples immediately get hard again as he turns his head to softly brush air across them, her mouth falls open and her chest heaves as he studies them for a pleased second and carries on.
The muscles of her stomach tense helplessly as he trails across them, strain towards him in a way that she couldn’t stop even if she’d chained her stomach to the chair, tremble so helplessly that she would never ever want to.
And then…
Fuck.
…She rarely swears during acts like these, oddly enough, but the soft huff of air between her legs makes everything sharp and trembling and hot - suddenly her entire body is focused on that one point, trembling towards that one point in a way so helpless that she’s never felt anything like it. Her nails scrabble hard against the wood, her ankles are tense within their bindings, the entire world has gone silent outside and she doesn’t even care-
For she’s coming, hard and fast and with her entire body practically melting at the sheer shock of it…
And it’s the best orgasm that she’s ever had.
Whoa.
…Whoa.
UNPROMPTED: Sitting Sunday, Female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [5/5]
(Anonymous) 2011-11-09 01:13 am (UTC)(link)“Are you okay-?” Tim asks, polite as ever even when he’s tugging a condom from his pocket and ripping it open with his teeth.
“I’ll manage, lover boy,” she pants, and giggles as he attempts to tug down his jeans and give her a strange look at the same time “…Sorry, that was awful.”
“It was alright…”
“Awful.”
“…A little awful.”
She laughs properly, leans back on her elbows as he finally gets into position, still finds it within her to hiss and clutch at his shoulders as he slowly slides into her.
“…In the future-“
“Tim,” she interrupts, still unable to stop the breathless giggles even as her nails dig in and she finds the energy to clench around him, “I know, I’m fine with it, move before I’m awful again.”
And he, to his credit, quickly snaps back to obedience and steadily starts thrusting.
And he, also probably to his credit, doesn’t hold out for long – slumping over her within a few minutes and coming panting into her collarbone as she happily wriggles beneath him.
…And he, definitely to his credit, still keeps thrusting until she comes again – a little less intensely than last time but still with a mewl and a screech of nails down his back.
They lay on the table for a long moment, panting.
It’s a happy sort of state.