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The Les Mis Anon Kink Meme, Round 8
and I am winterborn
10littlebullets wrote in makinghugospin
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Announcements for Round 8: The Filth Fest Challenge is back by popular demand! Let's kick this round off with a bunch of panty-scorching prompts for people to come back to if they're ever in need of... inspiration. If you weren't there for the last Filth Fest, it's pretty simple: the first 50 prompts (at least) must be filthy and/or kinky as fuck. Keep your gen and your G-rated prompts in reserve until page 3--which if the last round is any indication will arrive quickly enough--and work on earning yourselves a dedicated first-class carriage to the special hell.

Fine print: In the original announcement. Basically, prompts on the first 2 pages that aren't on-topic for the challenge will be quietly screened or deleted and can be reposted later. There is no minimum subjective hotness requirement, just keep things sex- and/or kink-focused for those first 50 prompts.

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e/R, dirty talk about virginity

Enjolras (deliberately) gets Grantaire off just by talking about how he's a virgin: pure, untouched, never even been kissed, never known pleasure in another person's arms, never been naked or exposed his body to anyone else's eyes, probably never will--and how Grantaire is debauched and degenerate enough that Enjolras knows he's fantasized about being the one to sully Enjolras' virtue, and hm, what did you think about, Grantaire? Did you dare imagine how tight I'd be if you fucked me, or what my face would look like in the throes of climax? Did you want to be the first one to possess me and see my skin marked and bruised from your teeth, or did your audacity not extend far enough to visualize that? Etc., etc., a very creative litany of all the things nobody has ever done to him, all the while accusing Grantaire of having wanted to do all of them. Grantaire wouldn't have dared think of half of the shit Enjolras is hissing in his ear, but he sure is thinking about it now, and Enjolras keeps getting all up in his personal space without touching him, and before Grantaire knows it he's coming in his pants.

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This prompt is a thing of beauty and a joy forever.

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OP owes me new underpants. I prefer nude hipster briefs.

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I think this is my favourite prompt ever...

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*whispers* I am writing this.

I'm not sure how I'm going to end it yet, but would you mind if there was some sort of touching or kissing after Grantaire comes? Do you want this to turn into a regular thing or an actual relationship, or just be some really weird thing Enjolras does one time and then they never speak of again?

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Actually, I think I'd prefer it if Enjolras never did let Grantaire touch him? Especially if it develops into a bizarre sort of sex life that centers around Grantaire kinking on Enjolras' total lack of a sex life, and oh-so-virginal Enjolras being utterly filthy about hitting that kink as hard as he can. Nonsexual/nonromantic touch is ok--in fact, I'm liking the thought of Enjolras laying a hand on Grantaire's shoulder or grabbing his wrist in full knowledge of what it will do to him. But nothing that would destroy the pretense that Enjolras has never engaged in any non-innocent touching with anyone.

(If it helps clarify the dynamic, I was definitely envisioning some vague, unspoken D/s undertones between the two of them, where Enjolras is kind of getting off on having Grantaire wrapped around his pinky finger, and he gets more explicit and pushes further with the degrading talk about R being a dirty pervert for fantasizing as he realizes how much that's turning R on. You don't have to stick with that if you had something different in mind, just thought I'd elaborate in case it helped.)

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I think I can pull that off! Hopefully I'll have this finished today or tomorrow.

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Bless you, your ancestors, and all your assorted livestock forever.

Fill: Unmarred by Desire 1/2

“Grantaire,” Enjolras said. “Would you stay behind?”

The others were already on their way out the door, but Grantaire sat down again. Soon the room was empty, and they were alone. Grantaire tried to regain some semblance of normality.

“Behind, in front of, underneath- wherever you would have me,” he said.

“That is what I wished to discuss,” Enjolras said. “You desire me, do you not? Do not try to deny it, I know the truth.”

Grantaire swallowed hard. “You- yes. But you must understand, I make no demands. I am content to admire from afar.”

“Does it give you hope?” asked Enjolras. “That I have never touched a woman. That my lips have never tasted the flesh of the fairer sex, that I have never touched her, nor felt the intimate pleasures in her body. You have, have you not? For all that you tell tall tales, you have lain with women, yes?”

“Yes,” said Grantaire.

“And men?”

“Why are you asking this?” Grantaire asked.

“Perhaps I am fascinated by your depravity,” said Enjolras. “In your darkest dreams, it would be because I want to feel your touch, because I want your rough hands to make the first marks on my untouched skin. Tell me, what do you dream of doing to me? Do you imagine me on my knees, opening my mouth to you? I have never tasted a lover's kiss, nor the sweat of a body over my own, not even the wine you love so much. Do you dream of teaching me these tastes? Or would you have me skip the carnal pleasures known to so many, and learn only the taste of your come?”

“I wouldn't dare,” said Grantaire.

To his horror, he felt himself growing hard, hidden under the table. This filth pouring from Enjolras's lips was more than he could ever have imagined- a kiss, a gentle touch, even a scrap of friendship or a glance his way with kind eyes, that was all he could ever dream from Enjolras, and even that felt far-fetched. The thoughts that Enjolras were bringing to life in him now, however, were overwhelming.

Enjolras crossed the room, stepping closer until his hands rested on the edge of Grantaire's table, opposite the object of his torment.

“You wouldn't dare?” he asked. “Am I to believe that you have never imagined what you would do to me if you had the chance? That you never fancied yourself an explorer, setting out to map the uncharted territory of my body? That you never wondered what I look like under my clothes?”

His hand reached up, toying absently with the loose end of his cravat. Grantaire let out an involuntary whimper.

“Is that a yes?”

Enjolras leaned closer, the flimsy wooden table the only thing that separated them. “Do you want to fuck me, Grantaire?”

“I would never ask that of you,” Grantaire said. “Allow me to remain in your presence, that is all I ask. Just let me be near you-”

“To watch me?” Enjolras asked. “To indulge in your fantasies?”

“I ask you for nothing,” insisted Grantaire. “If I have made you uncomfortable, if my feelings have become too apparent, then I apologize. It was never my intent.”

“I don't speak of what you ask, Grantaire,” Enjolras said. “I speak of what you want.”

He was moving around the table now, his movements almost predatory in their sleekness. Soon he was standing beside Grantaire, their shoulders nearly touching, and his eyes dipped down and lingered on the evidence of his arousal that had so far been hidden.

“You want me,” he said. It was not a question. “You know that I have never touched another person before, that I have never been kissed or touched or fucked.” He let the last word roll off his tongue, as though he was reveling in its filth.

“Did you imagine my hand around your cock?” he asked. “Or my mouth? Or perhaps you would have preferred my ass. I've felt your eyes on me, you know. Lingering where no one should be watching. You are enough of a degenerate, I know you've wanted to be the first person to touch me that way. Did you imagine that you could teach me of desire, of the things lovers do to one another in the dark?”

He leaned in closer. Grantaire felt as though his entire body was awake and on edge, as though phantom fingers were brushing over his body, as though Enjolras's words had become tangible and were touching him in all the right places to set him on fire, burning with need.

Fill: Unmarred by Desire 2/2

“Would you have the patience to prepare me? Could you slick up your fingers, give them to me one at a time until I was writhing with pleasure, my muscles loose and pliant under your touch? Would you wait for me to beg you, to cry out that I need you inside of me, until you heard unfamiliar words roll over my tongue? I've never begged for anything in my life, Grantaire. Do you have the audacity to believe that your cock would be the first?”

“Please,” Grantaire whispered.

“Would you please me, Grantaire?” asked Enjolras. “Would you make me lose my head to pleasure and desire, drive me wild with the same lust that consumes you, body and soul, every day?”

Grantaire felt two of Enjolras's fingers, cold and solid, brush the back of his neck. It was as if that was the one part of his body that remained solid, the rest of him lost to arousal and desire as he curled his hands into fists to keep himself from touching himself while Enjolras stood so close.

“You are a degenerate, Grantaire,” Enjolras said. “You are a hedonist overwhelmed with lust- you desire to possess me, the way no one else has before. All your senses are clouded with the filth of your lifestyle- you taste nothing but wine, feel nothing but the myriad hands that have marred your skin, smell nothing but sweat and the smell of another man's seed. It's all you know, and it's what I have never known.

“Is that what excites you about me? Do you want to teach me your way of life, to tear me down from my chaste world, to make me debase myself, to lose myself in your world of lust and debauchery?”

Grantaire tried to deny it, but his faculties were already at their maximum, resisting the strains of pleasure that Enjolras's words sent through his body. His breath came in short gasps, and his heart was beating wildly, every sense reaching for the presence of the man at his back.

“Did you know, I have never felt my own release? I have never seen another in climax, nor have I ever experienced it for myself.” He leaned closer, his breath tickling over the shell of Grantaire's ear as he spoke in a whisper for only him.

“Come for me, Grantaire. Show me what it's like.”

Grantaire came.

It rocked through his body, leaving him shaking, overwhelmed with sensation. He was a man who knew all the entertainment that Paris could provide, but he couldn't remember the last time he had felt pleasure this intense.

Enjolras was still there when he opened his eyes. On an impulse, he leaned forward and took the pale hand that rested on the table in his own, kissing its fingers ever so lightly.

“Thank you,” Grantaire whispered. He wasn't sure what he was thanking Enjolras for, but the surprise that seemed to have overcome the other man melted away, and he accepted the touch and the gratitude.

“Perhaps it is I who should be thanking you,” Enjolras said. “As much as I enjoy the stories of your debauchery, the practical demonstration was more than educational.”

When Grantaire looked up at him, he saw that Enjolras's eyes were dark, his face partially in shadows. If he had been looking at anyone else, he would have said that black that threatened to overwhelm those blue eyes was a sign of lust- but in Enjolras, surely not.

His mind still hazy with pleasure, Grantaire leaned forward, his face tilting up towards Enjolras's like it was the most natural thing in the world. But as his lips sought a second kiss, Enjolras turned away.

Defeated, Grantaire fell forward, his head burying itself in Enjolras's shoulder. He felt Enjolras's hands card through his hair, holding him close- or rather, letting him remain- as his breathing steadied.

Once he had righted himself, Enjolras pulled away, turning towards the door without a backwards glance.

“Enjolras!” Grantaire called.

He stopped.

“You were not wrong about me,” he said. “Even if I wished to deny my desire for you, I don't believe I could after that display. But I do not lust after you for your purity. You are more than that, and I love you for it.”

Only now did he dare to turn around, to look at the angel who was leaving him. To his surprise, though, Enjolras was smiling, ever so slightly, and he inclined his head in acknowledgment.

“Convince me,” he said. “Next time.”

aaaaaaahhhhhhh i have been obsessively stalking this prompt and omg did it deliver

this is wonderful

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oh my god i love it

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This is fucking hot.

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Jfc this is so hot. hello new kink I didn't know I had.

Would you... consider writing a sequel? Pretty please? I'll bake you cookies and buy you a puppy. Or, you know, just beg.

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