![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
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.
General Rules
- Personal attacks and any kind of trolling, hate speech, or bullying are obviously forbidden. Anon comments violating this rule will be deleted, signed in members will be banned.
- If your comment is deleted/screened/frozen and you don't know why, please email the mod at hhanonmeme@gmail.com
- Prompt posts will close to new prompts at 3,000 comments.
Prompting Rules
- One prompt per comment.
- Please follow the correct format (see below).
- Include trigger warnings in the subject line. Use your discretion and please be considerate.
- If your prompt is missing something, such as a subject or a warning, repost it in it’s entirety. It is not enough to reply to your own comment with the missing information. The mods will delete the previous duplicate comment.
- Multiple fills of the same prompt by different authoranons are allowed.
- If for any reason you start a fill but feel you can't finish the WIP you've created, and if you're happy to let someone finish it for you, put it up for HH Meme Fostering and Adoption.
Format of Prompts
- Put [RPF] before RPF prompts.
- For crossover prompts: "[Crossover], HH Character(s)/Other Character(s), [Fandom]"
- Anyone, everyone, no one? Use "Other."
- Put [GEN] before GEN prompts.
- Use appropriate warnings.
- Don't embed any photos, videos or other media.
- Copy and paste links in full; anon comments with active coded links are marked as spam and the mod doesn't switch accounts often enough - it may be a few days before those screened comments are de-screened.
- To make the archiving job easier, please drop a link to your fill/unprompted fic here at the fills post.
- Nothing here you fancy filling? Take a look at the unfilled prompts archived here or at Round 1.
UNPROMPTED: January Catsuits, female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [1/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-11-16 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)--
The catsuit clings to her every curve, revealing more than it hides and he knows that she probably intended it to be like that – this is Chris, after all. Chris the impossibly curvy, always against society, ‘appreciate my boobs now’ demanding creature who will always be as impossible as she can be for the fun of it.
It can be maddening, at times.
It can be brilliant, as she finally arches an inviting eyebrow at him halfway through the party – and is lifted up against the wall of a supply closet a few minutes later.
“We have to be quiet,” he warns, feeling her heels dig into his lower thighs and shuddering at it, “the party is still going on outside-”
She rolls her eyes, immediately opens her mouth as wide as possible-
“Chris,” is undone by her body being firmly braced back against the wall, hah, as he can quickly free a hand and clap it over her mouth – keep it there until she realizes that licking him no longer works (and why should it, after so many amazing blow-jobs?) “Please?”
“Mmmph,” she grumbles, sulkily against his palm.
“It’s only this once,” he says, trying to be terribly soothing in a way that probably fails so badly that Judith is cackling across town this very moment, “and I’ll make it good, I promise.”
“You better,” she sniffs, sulkily and still against his palm, and then seems to consider for a long moment – arching her head back against the wall so she can look down at him through her eyelashes “…You better be inventive, too.”
“Why?” He asks, innocently.
“I don’t think I can get out of this.”
…And that certainly makes things a little more difficult, yes, certainly almost makes this another incident of the universe punching him in the face and running off with a screeching cackle into the night – possibly to hug Philip and give Paula cats and wildly insult policeman while using his face.
And that is a deeply worrying train of thought, yes.
One that it’s probably best to avoid in the future in favour of other things. Such as awkwardly shifting them, and sliding around until his thigh is nudged between her legs and her knee is in pretty much the same position between his.
“Please don’t knee me,” he says, desperately hopeful as he tentatively leans up for a rather swaying kiss.
“I won’t,” she promises sincerely, settling herself comfortably against the wall and grasping at his shoulders (so tightly that he can feel the coldness of those leather gloves through his shirt, and does take a happy moment to shudder at it), “you wouldn’t be able to have sex for weeks. Where’s the fun in that for me?”
“Thank you for being so considerate.”
“You’re welcome.”
UNPROMPTED: January Catsuits, female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-11-16 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)But for now he just settles for gently thrusting forwards instead, huffing a relieved breath as she keeps her promise (and he knew she would, he isn’t that mistrustful of her even if he does behave with caution around bondage gear) and carefully slides her knee forwards instead of shoving - creating a surprisingly nice rhythm that has him panting into her shoulder and bracing harder against the wall.
The hopefully supportive wall.
…The hopefully thick wall.
But, still, within a few seconds such reservations do rather tumble away – and he’s left smothering rather undignified grunts still into her shoulder, teeth digging into the leather there just as her fingers are still scratching lines into his shoulders.
And he wasn’t sure if she’d enjoy this so much, he will admit, and was planning to take her home afterwards and try not to drown them under the shower…
But, to his surprise, she seems just as into it – clutching at his shoulders with her head back against the wall, her breath hot against his cheekbone and little whimpers drifting up to his ears… And it’s definitely a surprise, he’ll admit, still more of a surprise when a slightly daring thrust makes him grasp at her thighs and draws a gasp from her throat.
He tilts his head slightly up at her, stares in slight (not too troubled) puzzlement. She only grins down at him and nudges her knee forwards again, “I do love leather…”
Oh.
…Oh.
And she said that the costume was thick earlier, she really did, but she is Chris and it has led to this and he really doesn’t mind. Chris is like a hurricane: fast and mad and sometimes capable of destroying cars. To try and put her in a bottle would be sheer idiocy (and while he is often an idiot, he will admit, he isn’t that dumb).
…Especially when she’s trembling against him, faster and faster and with a few filthy words groaned against his cheek.
And especially when she moans, thighs tightening and eyes clenching shut as he awkwardly slips his hand in alongside his thigh and gently rubs his fingers in time with his thrusts.
And especially when she’s coming, yelping his name and bruising his shoulders as the gloves dig in and… Oh, he really hopes they can make use of that leather someday.
She flops back against the wall for a long moment, her body still trembling and her eyes still slightly closed.
He waits for a long moment. And then leans in for a kiss…
Only to be pushed back, quite suddenly and definitely blinking, and watch as she swiftly drops to her knees – sets to work on his belt with a determination that is both flattering and deeply, deeply arousing (he loves her when she’s determined, he won’t lie but he will admit that it’s mixed with a certain amount of terrified respect).
He softly pants her name, as her mouth curves around him with a clearly felt purr.
And, when he comes only a minute later with her fingers digging into his thighs and her mad hair all around him and her catsuit still looking absolutely perfect (even on the floor), he knows that he’s actually realized something vaguely sensible and close to sanity today.
Catsuits?
Are brilliant.