| 1. | [100moods] 92. Surprised | Sparrow x Frost, last-name basis | 2. | [15pairings] look who's on top | top!Simon x Frost not during groupsex | 3. | [50harlequins] Spoiled Rich Girl and Poor Boy | Circle!Sparrow x Victor!Frost | 4. | Alduin x F!DB x M!DB, corruption & Shout!Sex | 5. | [15pairings] indecent exposure | Galen x Frost, seduction |
| 6. | Avery x Rylan x Jackson, dubcon & sex pollen | 7. | Caderyn catches Charon x Adrasteia | 8. | [15pairings] men | Simon x Sam, first time | 9. | [citrus-taste | Kinkier Table] 44. masturbation | Sparrow x Frost | 10. | [alphabetasoup] Hades | Sparrow x Frost |
| 11. | Dark!Hera x everyone AU | 12. | demon!Rylan x Avery x Ion, dubcon (Susanne & Myles Die AU) | 13. | Dom!M!Dragonborn x slave!Ancano x slave!Ondolemar, mindbreak | 14. | Domme!Esmeralda x slave!Scorpius x slave!Octavius, noncon & mindbreak | 15. | Dom!Sigurd x slave!Charon x slave!Caderyn x slave!Zephyrus (+ Adrasteia) |
| 16. | [citrus-taste] K-2. table | Sparrow x Simon x Nadia | 17. | [citrus-taste] 26. harems | Harem/Parabellum Crossover | 18. | [paranormal25] 23. writer's choice, tentacles | 19. | Malene x Ancano, fantasy AU & arranged marriage | 20. | [Maze of Fiends] Mate or Die AU |
| 21. | M!DB x M!Werewolf, hentai physiology & urethral penetration | 22. | [over-look] play dead | Izzy x Octavian, necrophilia roleplay | 23. | [smut-69] oil | Sparrow x Frost | 24. | [smut-69] orgy | Sparrow x Frost x Simon x Nadia x Loretta x Izzy | 25. | [lover100] S-61. secret | Sparrow x Frost |
| 26. | [lover-100] S-27. threesome | Sparrow x Frost x Galen | 27. | [citrus-taste] K-47. in public | Sparrow x Frost x Galen | 28. | Zevran x Lyna x King!Alistair, roleplay/raceplay #1 | 29. | Zevran x Lyna x King!Alistair, roleplay/raceplay #2 |
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[citrus-taste] K-47. in public | Sparrow x Frost x Galen
Title: Heir [excerpt]
Pairing/Rating: Voldemort/Harry NC-17
Challenges:
Summary: Slowly but surely, Harry is going insane.
Warnings: noncon, forced exhibitionism/voyuerism, dubcon/mindbreak, racism (HP blood status)
Title: Ride
Pairing/Rating: Frost/Sparrow/Galen
Challenges: [citrus-taste (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/30759.html)] K-47. in public | 24. ride [runaway-tales (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/18484.html) | Banana Cream (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/20471.html#bananacream)] | 5. whisper [runaway-tales (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/18484.html) | Carrot Cake (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/20471.html#carrotcake)] | 4. teamwork [runaway-tales (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/18484.html) | Bubble Gum (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/22106.html#bubblegum)]
Summary: See here (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/20844.html?thread=188268#t188268).
Ride [1/?]
Sparrow couldn't possibly count the amount of nights she and Frost had spent in the Theatre over the past three and a half years. For all it wasn't a place either one of them particularly enjoyed, they certainly seemed to spend an abundance of time there, and that didn't seem to be about to change now that Galen was in their lives. Sparrow was well aware that he suffered the same odd urge Frost had been harboring all along; unlike Sparrow, who, like Simon, would've been more than pleased if the Circle had been kept entirely in the dark about what was or was not going on between herself and her lovers, Frost and Galen both seemed to be drowning in the same kind of ridiculous pride that gave them the seemingly undeniable urge to brag about what they had gotten for themselves. Both of them seemed to consider showing off an integral part of victory, and since Sparrow hadn't been able to fight Frost's determination to show her off like a particularly prized trophy before Galen had come along, there certainly wasn't going to be anything she could do now that they were both trying to make sure every other idiot in the goddamn Circle was painfully aware that the both of them had gotten exactly what they wanted.
Still, though, it was an urge she was much more willing to indulge in Galen than in Frost; perhaps the difference was merely that while she was quite aware that Galen had been trying to manipulate her every bit as much as Frost had been, his own attempts had been so vastly less successful. Her relationship with Galen, whatever it was--whatever word she should have been using to describe it but couldn't quite bring herself to attach--had never and would never suffer the kind of horrific issues of consent and power that plagued what was between herself and Frost, and the simple fact of that power dynamic between them made her so much more tolerable of the very same things she condemned in Frost. She could only hope that wasn't going to backfire on her at some point in the future.
Tonight, though, worrying about that was the farthest thing from her mind. Her attention was still entangled in the sheer number of glances that were still being cast in their direction, weeks after this thing with Galen had begun, and Sparrow was under no delusions that it wasn't specifically because of the seeming juxtaposition between this new relationship and the previous one they had shared with Simon and Nadia. Because for all Frost had been unsubtle with her before, he had rarely gone out of his way to do the same to Simon; while he had been slowly growing increasingly public with his affections for Nadia last year, Simon's downright aggressive resistance to the idea of letting Frost do the same with him had kept much of what their relationship far from the eyes of the Circle, and so it was no surprise now that these gossip mongers would be thrown by the willingness with which the three of them made their own relationship public.
There were some lines, though, they still hadn't come close to crossing.
Ride [2/?]
Truth be told, Sparrow didn't mind it these days herself.
This time, Frost was sitting in the center, Sparrow and Galen on opposite sides of him, pressed in close against him on the little couch; Galen was practically in his lap already, Frost's left arm around his waist while his left was draped over Sparrow's shoulders. They were talking quietly to one another, probably flirting, but Sparrow had long since zoned out of the conversation; her attention remained on the people around them, watching speculatively as furtive glances continued to turn in their direction.
While it had been a few weeks since the relationship had become more or less official--in the sense that Sparrow was at least willing to cop to it in public--whatever rumors had surely started up in the meantime had yet to reach her, with perhaps the exception of a few underhanded comments from Loretta. So what the Circle thought of them--what this continued, silent attention meant--she wasn't entirely sure.
With Simon and Nadia, at least, Sparrow had been fairly sure she knew exactly what the Circle thought was going on between the four of them, and as far as it mattered, they were just about right. Simon had been brought in as a way to appease Sparrow, and Nadia, of course, had been there to appease him; Sparrow doubted there was anyone in the Circle who thought otherwise.
Galen, though, was a different story entirely. Everyone in this room had certainly seen what had been going on before the relationship actually came to light, and there was no mistaking that he'd been pursuing Frost, not her. Not that it hadn't worked out in her favor, of course; Galen had more than warmed up to her lately, and she to him. But these people had no way of knowing that, and so there was a part of Sparrow that fairly convinced that the Circle was under the impression--and not without reason--that this was what Frost wanted, not her. That he was more or less pulling something over on her, having his cake and eating it, too, in the sense that he'd gotten both the wife he'd wanted and a pretty young lover on the side.
...which, she supposed, he had, but not quite the way it sounded.
Sparrow glanced back over at the two of them, and Frost seemed to sense her eyes on him; he turned to her, the faintest hint of concerned curiosity in his expression, and when Galen paused, either hoping for Frost to respond or realizing that he was no longer paying attention, Frost asked, "Is something wrong, love?"
She offered him a tiny smile. "No, nothing."
"Bored?" Galen asked. "Because if so, I wouldn't mind heading upstairs." His lips quirked into a suggestive little smirk. "Alternately, we don't have to go upstairs."
Between them, Frost scoffed quietly, and the faintest hint of disappointment passed over Galen's face. Sparrow surveyed his expression, surprised to find herself actually considering the idea. "Seriously?" she asked, a single brow raised. "Here?"
His gaze centered upon her, abandoning interest in Frost for the moment; no doubt he realized that with Frost apparently have turned down his proposition out of hand, Sparrow was the one he should focus his efforts on convincing. Whatever was between Frost and Galen these days, they all knew Sparrow remained the only one with the power to make Frost change his mind.
"Right here."
Ride [3/?]
Galen's smirk broke into a grin. "Especially with all these bastards watching."
Sparrow glanced away from him, her gaze sweeping once more across the room. There were still plenty of eyes on them, she realized; scattered all around, there were a few curious onlookers who were staring at them openly, and there were plenty more who kept glancing in their direction, obviously hoping for something interesting to happen. If anything interesting did, she knew--and it would if Galen had its way--those gazes wouldn't stray from her again tonight.
She wondered why on earth that didn't bother her as much as she was sure it should.
Turning back to him with the faintest hint of a smile on her lips, Sparrow watched the way his eyes lit up. He knew she was considering it, truly considering it for the first time, and the look of eager hope on his face was more persuasive than anything he or Frost or any of the rest of them had said to her in the past three and a half years.
Sparrow reached out to him, took his jaw in her hand, and pulled him forward into a kiss. He gasped against her, so soft and quiet that she might not even have noticed it if she hadn't been so close to him, but now that she caught it, it only spurred her on. She leaned forward, her unoccupied hand moving down to seizing his hip and urge him closer, and he obeyed her eagerly; in less than a second, he was seated in Frost's lap, one of his hands on her own hip and the other on one of her breasts as his mouth moved hungrily against her own.
To her surprise, though, he was the one who broke the kiss first. "Please tell me we're really going to do this," he breathed, and Frost stared at her just as expectantly.
Her hand wandered down from his hip to the front of his pants, and his faint moan as she flicked open the button was exactly the approval she'd been hoping to hear. "Depends on what you mean by this," she answered quietly, and her hand moved back to his hip for a moment to push it back gently. "Sit down, facing out. You're the one who gets off on being seen, darling, so you're the one they're going to see."
Galen moved eagerly, seating himself in Frost's lap without so much as an acknowledgment of the other man; Frost, though, didn't seem to mind in the least. If anything, his surprise was already quickly fading into compliance as eager as Galen's own; Sparrow watched Galen shudder as Frost brushed Galen's hair behind his shoulder and clear of his neck, and the younger man let out a shameless moan as Frost's lips touched his neck.
Sparrow's hands moved back to his pants, pulling the front flap open so she could slip her hand between the fold of fabric and brush against the growing bulge tenting the boxers underneath. She leaned into him, curled up against Frost's side and nestled so close to Galen's body that her lips were pressed right beside his ear as he lay back against her husband's chest. "This is what you've been hoping for all along, isn't it?" she whispered, grinning as he shivered again. "For the two of us to fuck you here, so each and every other man and woman in the Circle knows exactly who you belong to?" She nipped at his ear, wondering just how much Frost was enjoying the sensation of the younger man squirming in his lap. "Is that what you want, Galen?"
His answering, "Yes!" came out absolutely breathless, and Sparrow grinned against his skin as she kissed it, her hand slipping through the opening in the front of his boxers, and he groaned again, jerking when she wrapped her fingers around his cock.
Even with his obvious enthusiasm, though, Sparrow couldn't help feeling vaguely guilty; she was surprised at her own words, really, and not entirely sure where they'd come from in the first place. The sheer thought of using the word belong in a context like this one would've horrified her if it had come from any lips other than her own, and yet there was no mistaking that Galen seemed to be loving it.