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Ashes to Ashes Kink Meme. 
17th-Jun-2010 04:01 pm
A2A ♥ Gene carry me
ASHES TO ASHES
KINK MEME!


HOW TO: ANONYMOUSLY post a pairing and kink request. Anything is welcome here; it's anonymous! Please also include some information or prompts you'd like to see in completed fics. One request per comment. If you make a request, please try and fulfill one as well to keep this meme active!

This is a kink meme, so remember to include the particular kink you want to be fulfilled. If you can't think of anything there is always Eliade's Kinky List and Situational Cliches to inspire you.
bad request Anything Ray/Chris.
good request: Ray/Chris. Angst. After Ray discovers that Chris has betrayed the guv and himself he punishes him. Handcuffs!
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COMPLETED REQUESTS


ALL OF CID
All CID play a game of strip poker.

GENE/ALEX.

Gene/Alex. In the Quattro, and Gene keeps the gloves on.

Gene/Alex/Keats. Anything you can do, I can do better.

Alex/Gene - blowjob with friction.

Gene/Alex. Frottage - coming without being touched.

Gene/Alex. Frottage - coming without being touched.(2)

Gene/Alex. Breath play using one of Gene's neckties.

Alex/Gene. Down and dirty in a seedy alley, after hours. Fur coat & stockings.

Gene/Alex. Alex belongs to Gene for 24hrs and Gene has Alex on a leash!

Gene/Sam, Gene/Alex. Alex walks in on Gene masturbating over Sam's leather jacket.

NEW! Gene/Alex - bite marks.

ALEX/KEATS

Alex/Keats, exhibitionism, voyeurism and/or public sex.

Alex/Keats. Gene watches.

Alex/Keats. Quickie on the CID kitchen counter.
& sequel Alex/Keats. In Gene's office, and Gene's due back any minute...

Alex/Keats, one more log on the fire of Alex's daddy issues.

Alex/Keats, one more log on the fire of Alex's daddy issues.(2)

Alex/Keats, one more log on the fire of Alex's daddy issues.(3)

Jim/Alex, with Jim playing a submissive role for once.

ALEX/SHAZ

Alex/Shaz. Shaz needs to be taught how.

Alex/Shaz. Alex accepts an invitation.

???/Alex. Someone watches Alex masturbate and decides to give her a hand.

GENE/KEATS

Gene/Keats - they're both masters of dominance games.

RAY/SHAZ

Ray/Shaz, Ray in handcuffs.

ALEX/SAM

Alex/Sam. Coulrophobia.

RAY/KEATS

Jim/Ray, breath play.

JIM/LOUISE

Jim/Louise, slave training.

Jim/Louise, slave training. (2)

I STILL UPDATE THIS WHENEVER A NEW FIC IS UPLOADED!
Comments 
17th-Jun-2010 03:20 pm (UTC)
oooo yay!

alex/jim keats please. gene watches.
Anonymous
18th-Jun-2010 04:51 am (UTC) - Fic: How Gene Learned How to Knock
Gene Hunt doesn't ever knock. Never did. Always barged his way into offices or flats with nary a care. And DCI Keats didn't deserve any different. Deserved worse, he thought. Blow the door off its hinges and leave him open to the world.

But today Gene felt a bit more civil than usual and just opened the door to Keats's office, turning the knob and pushing it open. He opened his mouth and was about to give Jimbo a Gene Hunt Hello - Tweedy was Jim's name today - but saw Bolly, sitting up, eyes closed, her legs spread out like the tart she was and Jim with his arms around her waist, his head in the crook of her neck, thrusting his hips in and out.

Gene closed his mouth and licked his lips. He felt disgusted by the fast that his own DI was fucking his nemesis. But Gene couldn't take his eyes off Romeo and Juliet. They were both in their own little world. A pang of jealousy replaced the disgust now. Bolly let out a small whimper, and Gene felt his trousers get tighter.

There was no sign that Jim or Alex had noticed his presence. They were just too into each other to care. Jim was about to climax, and so was Gene, having massaged his cock through his trousers while watching them.

Bolly moaned loudly as Jim came, and Gene took it as a sign that he should leave. He quickly ran to the bathroom and finished himself off and made a mental note to always knock before entering, especially if it was Keats's office. He knew that the next time he barged in and saw them fucking, he wouldn't be able to control himself.
Anonymous
17th-Jun-2010 03:29 pm (UTC)
Gene/Jim

Jim makes Gene his slave for a day
Anonymous
17th-Jun-2010 03:33 pm (UTC)
Alex/Keats, exhibitionism, voyeurism and/or public sex. Basically, Alex likes being watched and Jim doesn't mind indulging her.
Anonymous
17th-Jun-2010 05:23 pm (UTC) - Fic: Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered
Alex is drunk, but that's not news. Alex is holding down a table by herself in Luigi's; that is, or it might be, depending on how lately she's fought with Gene. More than not, lately, and that's all to the good.

She gives Jim a hazy smile when he comes over. "DCI Keats," she says, slurs, making his title a mile wide.

"DI Drake," he answers. He's only there to find her, as he has the last few nights, and he'd rather call her Alex all night long, but at least she's not brushing him aside, thinking of him as a lesser order of being. "How are you this fine--" he checks his watch, smiles at her "--Thursday morning?"

"Here," she says. "Pissed. Could go upstairs."

"No need," Jim says, and sits beside her.

There are a few people left, lingering over their dessert, their coffee, a bottle of wine. Luigi would get more sleep if he left the old country's ways behind him.

None of them are coppers; none of them look up when Jim moves close enough to put his hand on Alex's thigh, warm and strong under the nylons. She is not shy about her fantasies, whether they're the filthy kind or the kind where Hunt is a hero. Jim can only make one of those true for her.

She takes a quick breath and edges over in her chair, spreading her legs. "What brings you here of a--a Thursday morning?" she asks, as if she doesn't know.

"I had a few questions for you."

The music switches from something operatic--Jim has never had cause to learn Italian--to Frank Sinatra claiming to be bewitched.

Alex puts one hand under the table--politely on her lap, if she were eating, but it's on his wrist, tugging his hand up to her lap, to the nothing between maids' legs, and not polite at all. "About Gene?" she asks, and picks up her wine with her left hand.

"About you," he says in her ear.

Anyone could look over, if they thought of it, and see Alex like this, rocking under his hand as little as she can manage and still tease herself. They're as separated from the rest of the restaurant as they would be behind a glass wall.

Someday, when the charades are over, he'll have her there, in Hunt's office, to prove to everyone that he can.

He'll tell her that later when he can make her whimper without worrying Luigi's clientele.

For now, he reminds her to choke back her moan with a finger over his lips. Mirroring the fingers on her lips. "Shh, Alex. Shhh."

When she comes, it's with a tremble that makes her chair creak and her teeth digging into her lower lip, hard and desperate for silence. "Jesus," she says.

He does not wince.

"Thank you," she says.

Jim smiles. "Shall we take this upstairs?"

Alex nods and stands, a little shaky. He rubs his nose and pushes up his glasses while she finds her balance so that he can smell her on his hand, musky-sweet and desperate for him.
Anonymous
17th-Jun-2010 03:35 pm (UTC)
Alex/Shaz. Shaz needs to be taught how.
Anonymous
18th-Jun-2010 01:37 pm (UTC)
Trust was important for the job Shaz and Alex did, Alex had a feeling that was why Shaz had come to her with her problem. A slight smile touched her lips now and she smirked as she pulled Shaz along behind her, locking the doors of the room behind them.

"Do you trust me?"

The question was soft, questioning exactly what she was about to do.

"Yes."

The reply was shy, the girl blushing.

Alex had smiled then, gently.

"Just relax."

Shaz had done as she was told, allowing Alex to draw her closer, unable to hide her small gasp as Alex's hand brushed against her thigh and slid higher, she had shifted slightly, opening to the woman's questing fingers instantly, unable to stop herself grasping Alex's shoulders in an attempt to stay upright.

"Feel good?"

"Mmmm"

Alex had smiled then, upping her pace enough to push the girl a little harder.

"Well, now you know what to do... don't you?"
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17th-Jun-2010 03:38 pm (UTC)
Gene/Jim. Lots of mindfuck. Gene finds out for the first time from Jim what really happened to him and how he ended up here.
Anonymous
17th-Jun-2010 03:45 pm (UTC)
Gene/Alex, frottage, coming without being touched.
Anonymous
17th-Jun-2010 04:30 pm (UTC)
This would be SO hot.
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17th-Jun-2010 03:45 pm (UTC)
Alex/Gene/Sam. Both Sam and Alex are becoming increasingly jealous of each other's relationship with Gene.
Anonymous
17th-Jun-2010 03:54 pm (UTC)
Ray/Shaz, Ray in handcuffs
Anonymous
19th-Jun-2010 12:15 am (UTC) - Our little secret. Part 1.
"Sorry Ray, but he's hidden the keys, i have no idea where they are."

Shaz looked apologetic as she stood in front of Ray, handcuffed to his chair after falling asleep at his desk - one of Chris' painfully unfunny practical jokes no doubt.

It was around nine thirty after an unproductive day and everyone apart from Shaz had left for Luigi's, leaving Ray in a half inebriated state; probably taking the keys with them.

"Shazza, please don't leave me here all night by myself." Ray pulled a 'puppy-dog' expression at the plonk, hoping it would help plead his case.

"I can stay till eleven, but then i need to get back, can't be too careful on the streets late at night Ray." Shaz wondered over to her desk as she spoke and sat down, shuffling her papers about and trying to keep herself busy.

Ray nodded and started eyeing his desk, which was littered with paper and bags of evidence from the station's latest case. There, poking out from beneath a casefile, were his cigarettes. Ray pursed his lips, desperate to get some tabacco into his lungs. "Don't suppose you could help me with something ey Shazza?"

"Hmm..?" was the plonk's reply, as she doodled in her notebook.

"Help me smoke a cigarette would ya?"

Shaz's head snapped up to look at Ray. She didn't agree with smoking, but she could see almost instantly how desperate Ray was. She was sure she could be pursuaded.

"You'd have to show me how.." she said curiously, getting up from her desk and walking over to the permed Mancuvian.

"Piece of cake." Ray smiled, nodding his head in the direction of the packet of smokes on his desk. Shaz picked them up nervously, along with his lighter. Ray watched as she carefully pulled one stick from the packet, as if she was going to break them, and held onto it awkwardly.

"Just put it in my mouth." Ray said, stretching his neck forwards as Shaz put the orangey end against his lips. Talking out of the side of his mouth, Ray continued, "And now light the end."

Shaz flicked the roller at the top of the lighter and after a couple of tries managed to produce a flame, laughing happily, pleased with herself. She slowly bought it forwards to the tip of Ray's cigarette and watched him suck the hot smoke through it.

Quickly, she pulled the stick from Ray's mouth and let him blow a smooth line of pale smoke away from her.

"Good timing," Ray winked, "A natural."

Shaz giggled, looking at the smoking length in her hand for a moment.
"Am i going to have to hold this the whole time?" she said finally.

"Well, unless you can find that key, i'm afraid so."

Ray smiled as Shaz sighed, placing a hand on her hip. Ray tried not to think about how sexy she looked with a fag between her fingers.

"Might as well make yourself comfortable.." Ray mumbled, nodding down at his own lap.

"Are you sure..?" Shaz replied, raising one eyebrow at Ray's suggestion.

"Well, it's not like i can do anything is it!" Ray laughed, clinking the handcuff's chain together behind him. "I'm at your mercy!"

Shaz pursed her lips in thought for a moment, then gave in.
"Oh, alright then."

Gently, she sat down on Ray's lap, leaning one arm against his desk for support. She bought the cigarette up to his lips once more and they exchanged long looks as Ray took an equally long drag of smoke into his lungs. Shaz smiled, mumbling an embarrassed but relaxed hum under her breath. Suddenly, the whole process of watching Ray smoke had become a mini-ritual.

They continued like this for a while, Ray's eyes silently burning into Shaz's as she steadily helped him, occasionally pressing her fingertips against his lips and blushing, eyes flickering away for a few moments.

"You're good at this." Ray smiled, breaking the tension.

"Not the only thing i'm good at." Shaz said slowly, almost shocking herself with her own abruptness.

Ray gritted his teeth, trying desperately to dispell any unclean thought from his mind, especially now that Shaz was sitting on his lap.

"Cheeky." Ray looked away, forcing a care-free smile.

Shaz stood up, dropping the cigarette butt onto the station's floor and crushing it with a black heel. "Let me know if you want another one."
Anonymous
17th-Jun-2010 03:59 pm (UTC)
Chris/Shaz - Shower sex. It would be a bonus if it happens in the station.
Anonymous
17th-Jun-2010 06:13 pm (UTC)
I SECOND THIS
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17th-Jun-2010 04:04 pm (UTC) - fic
gene/alex role play - alex is dorothy in wizard of oz
Anonymous
17th-Jun-2010 04:31 pm (UTC) - Re: fic
Who would you want Gene to RP?
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17th-Jun-2010 04:10 pm (UTC)
Gene/Alex, bite marks
Anonymous
22nd-Jun-2010 12:36 pm (UTC)
OP, would you be terribly against me making this into a vampire fic?
Anonymous
17th-Jun-2010 04:13 pm (UTC)
Gene/Alex. Gene in handcuffs.
Anonymous
17th-Jun-2010 04:34 pm (UTC) - alex/gene
bit of sexual aggravation between them both, then they get it on in hunts office whilst shaz ray and chris are watching outside the office.
Anonymous
17th-Jun-2010 05:01 pm (UTC)
Shaz/Keats, sensory deprivation (blindfolds, earplugs, gags, etc).
Anonymous
22nd-Jun-2010 12:38 pm (UTC)
Oh anon, how i adore your naughty mind.
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17th-Jun-2010 05:08 pm (UTC)
Gene/Chris - Bath time
Anonymous
17th-Jun-2010 05:08 pm (UTC)
Alex/Keats, oral fixation that goes both ways.
Anonymous
17th-Jun-2010 05:24 pm (UTC)
Shaz/Chris; We know Chris can be talked into all sorts of things by a voice of authority, so how about some pegging.
Anonymous
17th-Jun-2010 05:41 pm (UTC)
Gene/Keats - they're both masters of dominance games. Who ends up over the desk?
Anonymous
17th-Jun-2010 07:30 pm (UTC) - FIC: the perfect stranger who knows you too well (Gene/Keats)
Keats is a sneaky bastard, and that's the only reason Gene's face-down over his own desk right now.

(This is what he tells himself, every time.)

Keats is sneaky, so Gene didn't hear him come in. Keats is smart, which is why there's no one left in the office, lights going slowly grey. Keats is slippery, so it's not surprising he pinned Gene between himself and the wall, let him rage and bellow, neatly side-stepping the worst of the punches Gene threw.

Keats is also extremely patient, just laced his arms around and through Gene's, pinned him to the wall and waited. No matter what he does, what insults he throws, how he tries to muscle his way free, Gene simply doesn't have the leverage. All his struggling accomplishes precisely fuck-all.

"Glad to see we're finally on the same page."

"Sod that," Gene growled, trying to free his arm so he can elbow Keats somewhere it'll hurt. "We're not even in the same book, you two-faced wanker."

He could practically hear Keats's eyes roll in irritation. "Not my fault, that. You're the one that chucked the rule book out the window. We could've been a good team, once."

(Part of him knows Keats is lying, always lies, but part of him - the part that never quite picks up the phone to commit Alex to the loony bin and never called Hyde CID to check out Sam's story - can't help but think of what might have been. Keats is smart, and sneaky, and patient, and all of those things have their place in law enforcement. Combining his gut instincts with "by the book" has worked before, after all.)

"That was then, this is now," Gene answered, trying for a headbutt and getting body-checked against the plaster for it. Pain blossomed, bright and sharp, in his shoulder and head, where they've impacted with the wall, and it does what it always does for him.

It's good. Reminds him he's alive, that there's blood in his veins and air in his lungs.

Keats knows him well, though just how that came about, Gene doesn't know. Doesn't say anything and lets Gene huff out a few pained breaths before he shifts his balance and neatly pivots and before Gene knows it, Keats has got him bent over his desk.

And so, there they are. There Keats is, pressed uncomfortably tight to Gene's back, hand wrapped around a particularly bruised section of his upper arm (digging in, and oh fuck, fuck, that's good). Gene's prick is pressed tightly against the desk, and he swears on the soul of John Wayne that he's not the one making those low pleading noises.

"Use your words, Gene," Keats says, shift of his hips pressing Gene closer to the desk. "Surely you're not embarrassed to ask for what you want."

He'll deny ever uttering them with his final breath, but the words just come out: "Stop arsing around and fuck me."

Keats laughs, the low vibration of it seeping into Gene's back and making him even harder. He's not the only one getting off, though, can feel Keats hard and hot against his hip, and he shoves back against him just to hear Keats's bitten-off swearing. Keats cautiously releases his grip and moves his hand to the front of Gene's trousers, rubbing hard and quick. Gene's head drops to rest against the desk, and Keats's hand squeezes, sharp and vicious, making Gene yell and buck against him.

"Ah-ah. You can do better than that."

Smarmy bastard wants to hear him beg, does he? Christ, he's gone off the deep end even considering rolling over for Jim bloody Keats, but his cock has other ideas, as does his mouth.

"I'm sorry. Let me rephrase that for you, Detective Chief Inspector Tosspot. Will you please, for the love of God and all coppers everywhere, either wank me off or unfasten my bloody trousers and stick your prick up my arse?

"Evocative and succinct," Keats snickers. "So nice of you to give me the choice. You really shouldn't have."

He's right. Keats wanks him off through his trousers, not even unzipping or touching him through his pants. But the friction is bloody perfect, and Keats has a filthy imagination and no aversion to sharing it. Gene resigns himself to a trip to the gents' afterwards to clean up and just lets go, coming in his trousers like a kid on his first date.

To add insult to injury, Keats swipes the half-full bottle of whiskey from the cabinet on his way out the door.
Anonymous
17th-Jun-2010 05:51 pm (UTC)
Alex/Keats, one more log on the fire of Alex's daddy issues.
Anonymous
17th-Jun-2010 08:33 pm (UTC)
God yes.
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17th-Jun-2010 05:58 pm (UTC)
Alex/Sam/Gene

Alex and Sam welcome the Guv into paradise.
Yes, sex in heaven. Problem?
Anonymous
17th-Jun-2010 06:00 pm (UTC)
NONE WHATSOEVER. :)

(Already have my ticket reserved for the bus to the Special Hell, what's some more blasphemy piled on?)
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17th-Jun-2010 08:32 pm (UTC)
LOM crossover: Alex/Sam, pre-series, Alex topping from the bottom, sex as part of therapy.
Anonymous
18th-Jun-2010 06:13 pm (UTC)
Sorry to sound like a total dingbat, but how can somebody top from the bottom?
-confused-
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17th-Jun-2010 09:09 pm (UTC)
Gene/Litton, elaborate bondage

Gene tracks down Litton in Manchester after he is sent home in disgrace.
Anonymous
17th-Jun-2010 09:14 pm (UTC)
No prompt ideas as of yet, just dropping by to tell you how much love I have for you right now.
I've wished there was an A2A kinkmeme for aaaages. :D
Anonymous
17th-Jun-2010 10:09 pm (UTC)
Aww thank you ^__^

I was actually really nervous about posting it, thinking nobody would post any requests, let alone fulfill them! How wrong was i!
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17th-Jun-2010 09:23 pm (UTC)
Alex/Shaz. Alex accepts an invitation.
Anonymous
18th-Jun-2010 01:44 pm (UTC) - Start of something new...
Alex Drake was nothing if not confident which was partly why she had accepted Shaz Granger's invite. The other reason was that she liked the girl... really liked her.

Shaz had surprised her when she shut the door and pressed Alex back, stretching her out against it even as she sought Alex's lips, Alex letting the girl in easily, unable to hide her small gasp as Shaz pressed closer, stealing her breath a little.

What happened next was a surprise to them both, Shaz brave enough to press her back a little more, her hand sliding up the inside of Alex's thigh, gaining a low moan from Alex.

Alex had bucked into the firm hand with a definate moan, seemingly willing to accept Shaz had the control this time. All the control.
Anonymous
17th-Jun-2010 09:25 pm (UTC)
Gene/Alex/Keats. Anything you can do, I can do better.

(Look, it'll be a miracle if anyone gets this even close to working. Any way you can work this, potential author, would be awesome.)
Anonymous
18th-Jun-2010 03:57 am (UTC) - Fic: Anything You Can Do
It was hardly the kind of business meeting she'd anticipated. When Alex and Gene were called to Jim's office this afternoon, they expected some kind of reprimand for not filling in paperwork. The reality was entirely different.

Alex now found herself perched on Jim's desk, wearing nothing but her underwear and a pair of killer red heels. She pulled Gene towards her by his tie, kissing him hungrily while Jim knelt before her. With one hand, Jim stroked her thigh; teasing her with a featherlike touch she never though possible from such a strong man. His other hand traced the growing damp patch in her panties, causing Alex to moan softly into Gene's kiss.

Gene opened his eyes briefly to glance down at Jim. With each noise he caused in Alex, Gene felt his stomach turn. He couldn't stand the way Jim had just swaggered into CID, claiming an office, claiming the glory for a good result and now, claiming his woman; pleasuring her right in front of him.

Jim pulled Alex's panties down and over her heels, throwing them to the other side of the room. He was the last person in CID she would have expected to have such lustful desires; the 'good, quiet, decent Jim' that she knew was obviously all a lie - but she began to think he might like this Jim better.

He slowly inserted two fingers into her and slid them in and out, causing Alex to moan his name under her breath.

That was the final straw. She was his. Gene had seen her first, two years ago. If anybody deserved to be down there, it was him.

"Right, up you get, Jimbo. It's time DI Drake had the experience of a real man."

Gene knelt down. Alex grinned as she pulled Jim closely towards her and whispered in his ear.

"Hello, sir."

The light brush of her lips against his hot skin drove him wild. He could feel his cock begging for release - he just wanted to kick Gene away and do her right there on the desk. But this wasn't about him. This was some sick competition between him and Gene; a battle to make Alex moan the loudest and shove it in each other's faces. And at this point, Gene seemed to be winning.

His tongue flickered across her clitoris; two broad, wet fingers sliding in and out of her. Alex bucked her hips into him, her arms wrapped around Jim's neck as she threw her head back and groaned.

Jim pressed his lips into the crease of her neck, nibbling gently and fondling an erect nipple beneath her bra as she moaned Gene's name softly into Jim's ear.

Alex could take no more. She trembled as she came in waves of pleasure, breathing heavily and resting her head on Jim's shoulder. He kissed her one last time on the forehead, and looked down at Gene.

"You see, there's one you've got to understand when it comes to DI Drake, Jimbo. She's my officer, part of my team, and she'll always come when I tell her to. You got that?"

He stood up, brushed off his sleeves and made his way to the door, hiding a victorious smile. Unlike the others, that was a trip to Jim's office that he would never forget.
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