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Entry tags:
- ficlets,
- kara/lee,
- kara/leoben,
- kara/sam,
- kink,
- nc-17,
- r,
- saul/ellen,
- six/two
Ficlets: BSG kink repost
These have all been posted on kink over the last few months, and are longer than mere drabbles, and I actually like them as stories and not just for kinky purposes :) (Well, the Kara/Lee may just be gratuitous, but you'll live!) They have individual warnings, but all should be considered R or NC-17.
Journey
(Six/anon, Six/Two, Ellen/Saul - warning for dub con)
exposure
This is the role she has to play, and she would not question it if she knew how. When the time comes, she goes out into the noise and smoke, contorts her body like the human dancers, moves to the pulsing beat.
She feels the threat of their eyes, the hunger and need. She rubs her hands lewdly over her breasts, slides a hand over the spangled fabric between her legs and catalogs their responses.
Perhaps of all the women there, she understands best how they want to own her. She smiles, and blows kisses. This is her role.
virgin
The stripclub’s owner tells her eagerly that this feature of her body is something she can sell, and there is no real choice, so she goes along.
The man who comes that night wears expensive clothes, too much cologne. He sees her beauty and seems to doubt, enters her even before she is quite ready just to ensure the sharp tearing does not go unmarked.
Later he is conciliatory, takes his time. Pleasure glimmers in the distance, but she turns away. She cannot say what it is, exactly, that she has sold, but she feels its loss with aching regret.
medical experiment
They bring her back afterward, to Simon's lab. He props her hips on the edge of a table and stares inside with wide eyes and open mouth. She thinks of asking him to find what it is that she lost, but she stays silent.
Eventually he slides his fingers into her, and thin metal implements that startle her with their coldness. They probe without rhythm, unnatural after the heat of the stranger's cock.
She looks down and sees Simon's intent fascination and pulls herself abruptly away. They saw only her physical self - and so does he.
shower sex
The shower cannot get hot enough to make her feel clean. She stands there endlessly until Leoben comes. He strokes her wet hair from her eyes and takes her in his arms. She cries and doesn't know why.
Later he kneels, and dips his mouth between her thighs, licking and sucking as the water beats down on his back. She sinks her fingers into his hair as sensation rushes through her, fills her to overflowing.
When it's done he smiles at her sadly, and holds her until her knees stop shaking. The world is wondrous again, his gift.
voyeurism
“Where did you learn that?” she asks in time.
He smirks slightly, leads her by the hand through the Colony. In the outer lab, he signals for quiet and leads her to a window. They peer in.
Saul is pressing Ellen against a wall, her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Her face contorts as he grips her hips and thrusts into her, groaning breathlessly.
She leans into Leoben as they watch, her fingers unconsciously tightening on his arm. When Ellen arches and screams, she turns to him, whispers breathlessly. “Let’s try that next.”
Leoben nods.
***
Trust
(Kara/Lee - warning for bondage)
Lee stares up at Kara's face as he lowers his mouth to taste her, still thrusting her weapon rhythmically. She's crying out less self-consciously than he can ever remember, and he almost gives up the game and tears off her blindfold and fraks her as hard as he can.
He wants to finish this, though, so he pauses to shove off his boxers, then resumes his efforts, grinding his cock against her satiny sheets. When he's too close to stop, he rears back and jerks his cock, comes violently on her stomach, her breasts.
"Please, Lee, please," Kara begs.
hogtie bondage
Lee leaves for a moment, returns with rope. He leans down and removes the earplugs. "Do you still trust me?" he asks.
"Yes," she answers without hesitation.
Kara lies still as he removes the restraints, rearranges her with hands cuffed behind her back, rope tight around her ankles and laced through the cuffs. As he poses her, Lee smiles in awe. Then he kisses her once, hard, and slams inside her. She moves with him, without even the slightest resistance to being blindfolded and tied.
As she comes, Kara screams out in total release, and he finally trusts her too.
***
Oblivion
(Sam/Leoben - warning for Cylon death, non-sexy blood)
This is not all that you are, Leoben says when he takes Sam to the cell.
Sam is not, by nature, violent, but as the Cylon goes on, day in and day out, telling him that he himself is a Cylon, that his whole life has been a lie, Sam reaches the point of rage. His fists leave Leoben dead on the floor.
He returns within the hour.
This time, when it gets to be too much, Sam kisses him, tries anything to shut him up, to shut out the memories teasing at the edge of his consciousness. As oblivion nears, he presses Leoben to the narrow bed, kisses him hard as he jerks his own cock until he comes with a groan on the Cylon’s stomach.
Suddenly pain rips through his chest, and blood falls, mixing with his come. Sam stares down in confusion at Leoben’s hand on the knife, at the gentleness and certainty in his eyes.
I’ll see you soon, Leoben says, and he does.
***
Recovery
(Gina/Gaius, Gina/solo - warnings for implications of past rape)
Gina watches Gaius as he sleeps, troubled by a lie in a way she hasn’t been in a long time. He was so eager, so determined to please her, that she told him she came. But she didn’t. It wasn’t that he didn’t give her pleasure, he did, but she can’t trust him enough for that, not yet. So she lied, and now he lies sated and sleeping and her body is still wound tight, waiting for release.
Gina closes her eyes, slides a hand down her stomach and brushes a fingertip over her clit. Her body thrills to the hint of pleasure, and something eases inside her. She can at least find this for herself, still. Her fingers begin to move and she lets herself remember what sex felt like, before. She doesn’t think of Helena’s face, or her hands, or her mouth, but she conjures up the sensation of letting go of all control, letting her lover explore every nerve of her body and take her to the limits of what she could stand before bringing her to orgasm.
Her body pulses, hot and wet around her fingers, as Gina gasps silently in the darkness. She adds it to the list of things she never thought she’d feel again. When her heart slows, she dries her hand on the sheets and opens her eyes. Gaius is watching her, a little sadly, but he smiles when she meets his gaze. It wasn’t a lie, she thinks suddenly, because he knew.
“Thank you,” she whispers, not quite knowing what she means. He leans over into her space to press a kiss to her temple, then retreats. Gina shifts, resting her hand over his heart. Gaius covers it with his, and closes his eyes again.
She watches him sleep, and adds love to the list as well.
***
From a Distance
(Kara/hybrid!Sam)
He can’t open his eyes, but as the days pass he learns to open his mind. He remembers everything - the long journey through space, the years they spent creating a new generation of Cylons, the simple life he lived as Samuel Anders. For a long time he explores his memories, rediscovering himself. And then one day - one moment - his consciousness turns outward and he knows she’s there with him, curled against the side of his immobile body. In her dreams she walks alone in an empty, dark place. Sam moves toward her, always, endlessly.
“Sam?” she asks weakly as he approaches. “Is that you?”
He takes her in his arms, and there’s enough light around them now that he can make out their tent on New Caprica, Kara’s murals on the inside of the canvas. She looks over his shoulder and smiles at the sight.
Sam nuzzles his face against her hair, overwhelmed at how real she seems. He tilts his head and presses his lips to the side of her throat until she shivers.
“Sam,” Kara whispers desperately.
They’re naked then, and he not sure if he’s controlling it or if that’s just the nature of her dream. Sam pulls Kara down onto their cot and she straddles him, drops forward to kiss him hard. Sam bites her lip, one hand in her hair as his other slides down her body to find her center. Kara whimpers against his lips and he bucks against her, his cock hard between her legs.
Kara slides him into her and the dreamscape morphs again, writhes with colors and light as they move together, gasping in rhythm as delicious friction builds. Sam clutches Kara’s hips tightly as he rolls them over - the cot was never this wide, the tent never this bright - and he takes control, the pleasure intensifying as he drives deeper, harder, until the sensation is all a blur and he can hear her crying out his name.
The explosion tears through him and recedes, and Sam is alone in the dark. In the distance he knows she’s stirring beside his body. He can feel the confusion in her mind, her memory of pleasure, of him. And for the first time he feels how truly his wife loves him. The monitor beeps steadily beside his bed. In the darkness, Sam smiles.
***
Prophecy
(Kara/Leoben)
She tells the men who come during the day that she’s spoken to the Gods on their behalf, had whatever delusion they think they want. They pay her well and go away again. The Oracle despises them, but they give her what power she has, and so she keeps the peace.
At night, though, at night--then she does go down the secret stair, in the cave where mist seeps from the center of the Earth. He finds her there, his touch featherlight at first but more and more real by the minute as she slides off her robes and presses into his arms.
They fall down into the mists - it feels like falling forever - and she’s one with him as she’s been with no other man, his body inside her driving her to ecstasy.
He murmurs to her as she loses herself in pleasure, whispering the only true prophecies she’s ever heard from the Gods’ lips, and he tells her it is no King that the people need, no priest or warrior, but only her.
She holds him close later, and whispers in her delirium that someday there will be no oracles or slaves, and then they’ll both know freedom.
Journey
(Six/anon, Six/Two, Ellen/Saul - warning for dub con)
exposure
This is the role she has to play, and she would not question it if she knew how. When the time comes, she goes out into the noise and smoke, contorts her body like the human dancers, moves to the pulsing beat.
She feels the threat of their eyes, the hunger and need. She rubs her hands lewdly over her breasts, slides a hand over the spangled fabric between her legs and catalogs their responses.
Perhaps of all the women there, she understands best how they want to own her. She smiles, and blows kisses. This is her role.
virgin
The stripclub’s owner tells her eagerly that this feature of her body is something she can sell, and there is no real choice, so she goes along.
The man who comes that night wears expensive clothes, too much cologne. He sees her beauty and seems to doubt, enters her even before she is quite ready just to ensure the sharp tearing does not go unmarked.
Later he is conciliatory, takes his time. Pleasure glimmers in the distance, but she turns away. She cannot say what it is, exactly, that she has sold, but she feels its loss with aching regret.
medical experiment
They bring her back afterward, to Simon's lab. He props her hips on the edge of a table and stares inside with wide eyes and open mouth. She thinks of asking him to find what it is that she lost, but she stays silent.
Eventually he slides his fingers into her, and thin metal implements that startle her with their coldness. They probe without rhythm, unnatural after the heat of the stranger's cock.
She looks down and sees Simon's intent fascination and pulls herself abruptly away. They saw only her physical self - and so does he.
shower sex
The shower cannot get hot enough to make her feel clean. She stands there endlessly until Leoben comes. He strokes her wet hair from her eyes and takes her in his arms. She cries and doesn't know why.
Later he kneels, and dips his mouth between her thighs, licking and sucking as the water beats down on his back. She sinks her fingers into his hair as sensation rushes through her, fills her to overflowing.
When it's done he smiles at her sadly, and holds her until her knees stop shaking. The world is wondrous again, his gift.
voyeurism
“Where did you learn that?” she asks in time.
He smirks slightly, leads her by the hand through the Colony. In the outer lab, he signals for quiet and leads her to a window. They peer in.
Saul is pressing Ellen against a wall, her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Her face contorts as he grips her hips and thrusts into her, groaning breathlessly.
She leans into Leoben as they watch, her fingers unconsciously tightening on his arm. When Ellen arches and screams, she turns to him, whispers breathlessly. “Let’s try that next.”
Leoben nods.
***
Trust
(Kara/Lee - warning for bondage)
sensory deprivation
"Do you trust me?" he asks the first time they have sex, and never forgets her hesitation. For a week he's reserved, until she demands an explanation.
When Kara understands what it is, she nods, and goes into the bedroom, returns with ear plugs and a tie he left and a pair of handcuffs.
Lee shakes his head in confusion.
"I trust you."
He feels her tension when he blindfolds her, but she doesn't use her safeword, so he doesn't stop. He watches her, handcuffed and waiting for him on the bed, and he's never been so turned on.
silence
For long minutes she waits in anticipation of his touch, until every current of air makes her shiver and lean toward his imagined presence.
Finally, finally, the bed seems to sink to one side beneath his weight. She imagines him watching her, naked by now, pictures his hungry eyes, his rock-hard cock.
Kara feels the rush of air through her lips as she gasps his name, but she can't hear it, can see if he's heard.
"Frak me already, Lee," she demands, the words dulled and distant. "Please," she adds, and waits in silence for him to touch her.
weapon penetration
Something cold and hard runs up her thigh and Kara jerks. For a moment she thinks he's found her vibrators.
Then the object reaches her clit, slides lower, and suddenly she realizes what it is: her weapon.
Her safeword trembles on the tip of her tongue. She keeps the gun loaded, and she wouldn't have heard if he took out the bullets. Kara bites her lip. She knows Lee; he would never risk hurting her. And just like that, she realizes she meant it: she trusts him.
The muzzle of the gun slides into her, and Kara moans in pleasure.
Lee stares up at Kara's face as he lowers his mouth to taste her, still thrusting her weapon rhythmically. She's crying out less self-consciously than he can ever remember, and he almost gives up the game and tears off her blindfold and fraks her as hard as he can.
He wants to finish this, though, so he pauses to shove off his boxers, then resumes his efforts, grinding his cock against her satiny sheets. When he's too close to stop, he rears back and jerks his cock, comes violently on her stomach, her breasts.
"Please, Lee, please," Kara begs.
hogtie bondage
Lee leaves for a moment, returns with rope. He leans down and removes the earplugs. "Do you still trust me?" he asks.
"Yes," she answers without hesitation.
Kara lies still as he removes the restraints, rearranges her with hands cuffed behind her back, rope tight around her ankles and laced through the cuffs. As he poses her, Lee smiles in awe. Then he kisses her once, hard, and slams inside her. She moves with him, without even the slightest resistance to being blindfolded and tied.
As she comes, Kara screams out in total release, and he finally trusts her too.
***
Oblivion
(Sam/Leoben - warning for Cylon death, non-sexy blood)
This is not all that you are, Leoben says when he takes Sam to the cell.
Sam is not, by nature, violent, but as the Cylon goes on, day in and day out, telling him that he himself is a Cylon, that his whole life has been a lie, Sam reaches the point of rage. His fists leave Leoben dead on the floor.
He returns within the hour.
This time, when it gets to be too much, Sam kisses him, tries anything to shut him up, to shut out the memories teasing at the edge of his consciousness. As oblivion nears, he presses Leoben to the narrow bed, kisses him hard as he jerks his own cock until he comes with a groan on the Cylon’s stomach.
Suddenly pain rips through his chest, and blood falls, mixing with his come. Sam stares down in confusion at Leoben’s hand on the knife, at the gentleness and certainty in his eyes.
I’ll see you soon, Leoben says, and he does.
***
Recovery
(Gina/Gaius, Gina/solo - warnings for implications of past rape)
Gina watches Gaius as he sleeps, troubled by a lie in a way she hasn’t been in a long time. He was so eager, so determined to please her, that she told him she came. But she didn’t. It wasn’t that he didn’t give her pleasure, he did, but she can’t trust him enough for that, not yet. So she lied, and now he lies sated and sleeping and her body is still wound tight, waiting for release.
Gina closes her eyes, slides a hand down her stomach and brushes a fingertip over her clit. Her body thrills to the hint of pleasure, and something eases inside her. She can at least find this for herself, still. Her fingers begin to move and she lets herself remember what sex felt like, before. She doesn’t think of Helena’s face, or her hands, or her mouth, but she conjures up the sensation of letting go of all control, letting her lover explore every nerve of her body and take her to the limits of what she could stand before bringing her to orgasm.
Her body pulses, hot and wet around her fingers, as Gina gasps silently in the darkness. She adds it to the list of things she never thought she’d feel again. When her heart slows, she dries her hand on the sheets and opens her eyes. Gaius is watching her, a little sadly, but he smiles when she meets his gaze. It wasn’t a lie, she thinks suddenly, because he knew.
“Thank you,” she whispers, not quite knowing what she means. He leans over into her space to press a kiss to her temple, then retreats. Gina shifts, resting her hand over his heart. Gaius covers it with his, and closes his eyes again.
She watches him sleep, and adds love to the list as well.
***
From a Distance
(Kara/hybrid!Sam)
He can’t open his eyes, but as the days pass he learns to open his mind. He remembers everything - the long journey through space, the years they spent creating a new generation of Cylons, the simple life he lived as Samuel Anders. For a long time he explores his memories, rediscovering himself. And then one day - one moment - his consciousness turns outward and he knows she’s there with him, curled against the side of his immobile body. In her dreams she walks alone in an empty, dark place. Sam moves toward her, always, endlessly.
“Sam?” she asks weakly as he approaches. “Is that you?”
He takes her in his arms, and there’s enough light around them now that he can make out their tent on New Caprica, Kara’s murals on the inside of the canvas. She looks over his shoulder and smiles at the sight.
Sam nuzzles his face against her hair, overwhelmed at how real she seems. He tilts his head and presses his lips to the side of her throat until she shivers.
“Sam,” Kara whispers desperately.
They’re naked then, and he not sure if he’s controlling it or if that’s just the nature of her dream. Sam pulls Kara down onto their cot and she straddles him, drops forward to kiss him hard. Sam bites her lip, one hand in her hair as his other slides down her body to find her center. Kara whimpers against his lips and he bucks against her, his cock hard between her legs.
Kara slides him into her and the dreamscape morphs again, writhes with colors and light as they move together, gasping in rhythm as delicious friction builds. Sam clutches Kara’s hips tightly as he rolls them over - the cot was never this wide, the tent never this bright - and he takes control, the pleasure intensifying as he drives deeper, harder, until the sensation is all a blur and he can hear her crying out his name.
The explosion tears through him and recedes, and Sam is alone in the dark. In the distance he knows she’s stirring beside his body. He can feel the confusion in her mind, her memory of pleasure, of him. And for the first time he feels how truly his wife loves him. The monitor beeps steadily beside his bed. In the darkness, Sam smiles.
***
Prophecy
(Kara/Leoben)
She tells the men who come during the day that she’s spoken to the Gods on their behalf, had whatever delusion they think they want. They pay her well and go away again. The Oracle despises them, but they give her what power she has, and so she keeps the peace.
At night, though, at night--then she does go down the secret stair, in the cave where mist seeps from the center of the Earth. He finds her there, his touch featherlight at first but more and more real by the minute as she slides off her robes and presses into his arms.
They fall down into the mists - it feels like falling forever - and she’s one with him as she’s been with no other man, his body inside her driving her to ecstasy.
He murmurs to her as she loses herself in pleasure, whispering the only true prophecies she’s ever heard from the Gods’ lips, and he tells her it is no King that the people need, no priest or warrior, but only her.
She holds him close later, and whispers in her delirium that someday there will be no oracles or slaves, and then they’ll both know freedom.