Smut4Biggles 1st inaugural prompting smutfest

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Welcome to the Smut4Biggles prompting fest! This is the post for leaving smutty/porny prompts and fills of all types. You can also post your fills to AO3, your own journal, or anywhere else; just leave a comment to the person whose prompt you are filling so they know where to look.

This is loosely inspired by, but not associated with, smut4smut. We were inspired by the smut4smut tag set, and you are invited to browse it for inspiration of your own. (We are not affiliated with smut4smut in any way, however.)

Rules:

* This is a very informal fest, so there is no standard prompt format. We suggest you include at minimum a pairing, prompt, and anything you don't want (or link to DNWs elsewhere if long). A suggested format might be:

Warnings: (leave this out if none)
Pairing:
Prompt:
Do not want:

But use whatever format you like! You may feel free to use the subject line of a comment for your pairing and an abbreviated prompt (e.g. "Biggles/Algy, postwar hookup") but don't have to.

* To fill a prompt, reply to it in a comment with your fill or a link to it.

* There is no minimum or maximum fill length. Anything from a couple of sentences to full-length fic is fine. You may also fill your own prompts.

* Art is OPT IN for this fest, as we're mostly a text-based fandom and some people don't like explicit art, but you may certainly prompt for art, or any other medium!

* You may leave prompts and fills anonymously. ** Please let me know if it doesn't work or if there are any issues with this. If people abuse anonymous posting, we'll turn it off.**

* Fills must contain the requested pairing and only the requested pairing, and must not contain the person's do-not-wants/DNWs, but do not have to contain explicit sex.

* Please don't gift unrequested pairings. If your fic ends up changing as you're writing it to be about a different pairing, or include other pairings, it's perfectly fine to post it on AO3 without gifting it to anyone and simply credit the original prompt as inspiration!

* Crossovers are fine to prompt as long as they contain at least one character who appears in the Biggles books.

* Prompts may also include characters not directly involved in the pairing, such as "Biggles/EvS & Algy, Algy walks in on them."

* IMPORTANT: Please warn in the subject line or first line of the fill/prompt for the following: Noncon (i.e. rape), Dubcon (i.e. sex pollen, drugged but consensual sex), Character Death, Underage, Self-harm. Other warnings may be added at your discretion. This content can definitely be included in a fill if the prompter asked for it, but should not be included if they did not. **Please let the mod (me!) know if you need a warning added. Please also note that once a comment is replied to it cannot be edited, so replying to a comment to ask for a warning means it must be reposted.**

* By leaving prompts and fills, you know you will see explicit content, and may witness content you don't like.

The following content is not permitted in this fest: Nazi RPF, symbols, or kinking on Nazi paraphernalia; fills that contain recipients' DNWs; slurs that are considered offensive in the present day. Mods may delete or screen comments that break the rules or contain other offensive content not covered above.

Update: oh, and it's fine to comment on other people's prompts with comments that aren't fills if you like; you can just comment to say "ooh that's nice" or ask for clarification about some specific part of the prompt if you like! (Again, we might revisit this rule if Bad Stuff Happens, but leaving supportive comments on other people's prompts is perfectly fine.)

Update 2: See list of completed fills here.

Comments

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REPLY HERE to ask questions or bring up concerns, no matter how basic! You may also send me a message on DW (you'll need to be logged into a DW account) if you'd like something more private.

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Just to double-check about the "warnings" thing - if we leave that blank, it means we don't want fills that would require the usual archive warnings like non-con, graphic violence, etc., right? I assume that section is for listing things that are usually warnings but that we're okay with or specifically asking for in that prompt? (I hope the question even makes sense. lol)

Also, not to sound outrageous, but what's the maximum number of separate prompts we can leave? :D

Biggles/EvS and EvS/OMC: rough sex

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Warnings: Dubcon-y sex for self-punishment (dubcon is fine in fills for this, just not between Biggles and EvS)

Pairing: Biggles/EvS and EvS/OMC

Prompt: Erich seeks out rough or abusive sex to hurt himself. Biggles finds him doing it - maybe at a club, or with someone bad for him; this can be before Buries a Hatchet, or Biggles looking for him in London post-Hatchet or Looks Back. Biggles offers him a safe and comforting version instead - in a seedy little club backroom or hotel room they make nice, if EvS obviously needs it now, or at his or Biggles's flat later. Light kink or bedroom dom/sub between Erich and Biggles is fine as long as they're both enjoying it.

Do not want: WW2 era or mention of Nazis; 1950s era or later preferred. Dubcon between Erich and Biggles.

FILL: Biggles/EvS and EvS/OMC: rough sex

[rosanicus]

Full disclosure: I have four and a half more pages of this which have been failing to resolve for several weeks. They may appear at some point, even!

The club was not one that Biggles visited regularly. Algy and Ginger were more frequent visitors, as it happened, it being a more social environment than Biggles was strictly comfortable with, and it was from them that he had the news of von Stalhein’s return to London.

It had been several months since their meeting in Kurdistan. Biggles took a slow drag from his cigarette and held the smoke for a few moments, burning his throat.

On arriving this evening, von Stalhein was not in evidence. It had been easy enough to pin down a seat at the bar for the evening, ordering a tonic water every half an hour and claiming an arranged meeting whenever the barman gave him an odd look. Biggles had the advantage of his past visits, at least. Any newcomer behaving like he was would be turfed out for ill intent in minutes. There had been enough police raids on the place over the years to keep them justifiably careful.

It took four tonic waters and twice as many cigarettes for a glimpse of the man Biggles came to find. He breezed through the entryway of the club, a clear objective in mind, and disappeared behind the curtain which separated the bar area from its private rooms. Men had been coming in and out from behind that curtain all evening, in various states of undress, and usually looking very pleased with themselves.

Biggles finished his tonic water before he got up. Whatever von Stalhein was doing up there, he would likely leave by the fire door, and so he would need to be nearby if he wished to confront him.

“Best of luck,” said the barman, with a sly wink. He pointed to the curtain. “I’ve seen him here before. Tough nut to crack.”

Biggles nodded absently, mind already working through his next moves. He set a ten bob note on the bar, then weighed it down with a spare sixpence. “He certainly is that,” he murmured, and turned away.

The bar had filled slowly as Biggles propped it up. His seat was taken immediately by a tall, dark-skinned man who the barman had been eyeing up most of the evening.

The curtain, thankfully, made no noise when pushed aside. Biggles stepped through into the stairwell, looking up at the dimly lit landing. It did not seem a promising locale for exchanging secret documents, but perhaps that was the point.

He climbed the stairs, soft-footed to avoid any creaks, and approached the first door on his right. There were four rooms on this floor, and the next floor up was sealed behind a locked door which - on a close inspection - showed no signs of a picked lock.

Each door had an uncovered keyhole, and of the four rooms only two were adorned with the provided do-not-disturb sign. Biggles had been behind this curtain once, just after the second war, and knew the routines well enough.

He knelt carefully before the first keyhole. The room was dimly lit, only one bedside lamp switched on, and on the bed three men were tangled up together. Biggles watched just long enough to determine that none of them were von Stalhein, long and lean and scarred, before he stood. He scrubbed the palms of his hands against his trousers. The men were just audible through the door.

The next room would be the one, then. He listened carefully, but heard nothing as he crept across the covered floorboards. He felt oddly unclean after that brief, accidental voyeurism.

As he knelt he heard a familiar sound. Heavy and sharp, followed by a ricochet thud. A slap in the face, most likely, and not a gentle one.

That wasn’t the noise which had Biggles frozen, however. It was the high, breathy moan which followed. He shook himself, trying to ignore the sharp heat which had jolted through his stomach, and bent his eye to the keyhole.

It was clear immediately that this was not, in fact, an exchange of information. Or at least it was not only that. No telltale portfolio or briefcase could be seen, nor a brown envelope stuffed with sensitive documents. A quiet, rough voice spoke in Russian, but that proved nothing. Biggles’ rudimentary knowledge recognised insults and little else.
Erich von Stalhein lay on the bed, nude and beautiful even in his increasing thinness, as a fully-clothed man knelt over him, one hand gripping his throat and the other digging nails into his chest. The wet gleam of blood dripped slowly down von Stalhein’s stomach towards – Biggles stepped away from the door.

The fire exit was, thankfully, unlocked.

It was late in the evening. Rain had visited earlier on and would likely return before dawn, leaving the paving stones slick and the air heavy. Biggles lit his cigarette and leaned back against the wall of the alleyway. A rat, unconcerned by his presence, skittered past with a crust of bread in its mouth.

The moon shone high above, unbothered by the clouds which drifted across its surface. By his watch, it was almost another hour before the fire exit opened, silent on its hinges.
He did not turn his head, only moving enough to stub out his cigarette against the wall. The glow of the fag end between his fingers would be signal enough.

“Bigglesworth,” said von Stalhein, his tone curiously flat. His coat had seen better days; his suit was neatly kept but severely out of fashion. His walking stick was absent and he carried no umbrella despite the inclement weather. “I might have guessed.”

“Erich,” said Biggles. “I hope you’ve been keeping well.” He lit a fresh cigarette for himself, then another. Von Stalhein accepted it when offered, taking a swift and heavy drag, but did not reply. His cheekbone was rapidly purpling; Biggles could just see the edge of a bite mark beneath his collar. If the other man’s hand had left a mark on his neck, it had been ably hidden.

“I assume this is not a coincidence,” said von Stalhein, after a long, not-quite-comfortable silence. His voice was clear and quiet, not slurred by alcohol or choked with pain. Biggles heard, once again, that high and breathy moan. He shifted slightly against the wall. “You do not make a habit of loitering in alleyways in your spare time, I believe.”

“Not as a rule,” Biggles replied. “But when I am given a reliable report as to the whereabouts of a Soviet operative–”

“Oh, Christ,” Erich interrupted. It was out of character for him, Biggles thought. “That was Lacey.” He covered his face with one hand, shoulders slumping. His collar shifted, revealing the bite mark in full. It had begun to bruise at the centre. “I hoped I was mistaken.”

“You were rather distracted at the time,” said Biggles. Algy had assumed Erich’s presence was purely a cover of some sort, and his public display at the club - described in as little detail as possible - part of it. “But yes. Algy and Ginger are both regulars. It’s unfortunate - or fortunate, I suppose - that you should have chosen this place for your leisure time, while you’re in London.”

Erich did not uncover his face. His breathing had hitched slightly as Biggles spoke, but that might have been a delayed reaction to the hand around his throat. “I ought to have guessed that wherever I went, I could not shake your tail.”

Biggles smiled. “For once, it was a true coincidence. But I don’t want to talk about that.”

Erich stiffened. “And what is it you do wish to talk about?”

“I know what happens in places like this,” said Biggles. “But I can’t help but be concerned when I see it happening to a man I – a man of long acquaintance.”

This was clearly the wrong thing to say. Erich dropped his hand and clenched his teeth. “Your kindness truly knows no bounds,” he sneered. He dropped his cigarette and ground it into the cobblestones with his heel. “What do you care if I spend an evening here or there enjoying the baser things in life?”

“I don’t care about that,” said Biggles, with less than perfect honesty. “But it’s clear to me, Erich, that you weren’t enjoying yourself.” Biggles had seen the opposite more than once. Erich was usually vocal, and unsurprisingly bossy until you had him in hand. In the room behind the curtain he had lain still and for all that his body reacted it was clear that his mind was far away.

“Not in a way you would understand,” replied Erich. He bared his wrists, shoving the sleeves of his coat to his elbows. These, too, had bruised. Five distinct lines on each wrist, harsh at the fingertips. Long, thin scratches spread up past his shirt cuffs. “I’ve had worse, and asked for more.” He was watching Biggles for something, some sign of emotion. Biggles didn’t know what Erich wanted from him.

It was a frequent problem between them. When last they’d slept together, on the hard flagstones of the castle in Kurdistan, softened by their greatcoats, it had ended with a cold dismissal. Biggles still wasn’t quite sure what sparked it, but he had known the bruises on Erich’s collarbone and the long, thin scars at the small of his back were evidence of something that left a chill in his stomach.

“Your desires are your own, Erich,” said Biggles. He sighed heavily. “Was it the same man tonight, as the one Algy saw you with?”

Erich nodded. “He is a defector - a refugee. He wishes to vent his frustrations against the regime which destroyed his family, and I am the target he has chosen. I could say no, if I wished.” He declined to explain how exactly an active Soviet agent had come into contact with a defector, and remained so. Biggles felt a thrill of hope, nonetheless.

“And he would listen?”

Erich hesitated. It was only the barest pause; it told Biggles a great deal. “Yes, he would.”

The heavens opened just slightly. A light mist of rain descended over them both, so that Biggles had to shield his cigarette with one hand. Erich did not move to cover his head. Biggles considered the facts.

“I’m going to say something, and I would very much appreciate it if you listened.” He stubbed out his cigarette and unfurled his umbrella, holding it above both their heads.
Erich smirked, a ghost of his usual wit. “I suppose I can give you that much.”

“When you ask to be hurt in this way,” he said. “It seems to me that you are doing so not for the pure sexual thrill of it – which I would understand, although I don’t feel it myself. You’re doing it because it’s an easy way to be hurt without being sent to the hospital. I won’t insult your intelligence by telling you what’s driving you to it – but we both know it well enough.”

The rain grew heavier. Raindrops rolled from the waxed fabric of the umbrella and bounced on the cobbles beneath their feet. Erich’s mouth was a firm line, but he didn’t leave.

Biggles continued. “I’d like it if you came home with me this evening.”

This, at least, drew a reaction. Erich stepped back, lips pulled into a snarl. “Do you think me a fool, Bigglesworth?”

“Hardly that,” said Biggles. “You need medical attention, and I know you won’t seek it out yourself. I won’t tell Intelligence if you don’t.”

Erich shook his head, although his expression had eased. “Your flat is not secure,” he said. “If we are seen there, the consequences will not be pleasant for either of us.”

His tone was of flat certainty. Biggles thought that his own comeuppance would be little more than a dressing down from Algy. Erich, however, had much more on the line.

“Then Mount Street is out,” he agreed. “But my offer remains. Let me help, Erich.” He held out a hand.

Erich looked at it for a long, long moment. Then he relented, his long slim fingers vice-like around Biggles’ smaller palm.

Algy/Ginger: Feelings Reveal

[rosanicus]

Pairing: Algy/Ginger
Prompt: The smut4smut prompt '"We Lived" Kiss Reveals Feelings' inspired this! Algy and Ginger are involved in a WEJ-typical perilous situation and, on surviving, they have the requisite Big Damn Kiss, which leads to both the mutual feelings reveal and also some good good 'thank God we're alive' sex.
Do not want: Ginger being under 18, actual character death

FILL: Algy/Ginger: Feelings Reveal

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On his knees, Algy gripped the doorframe with one hand and Ginger's wrist with the other, and pulled hard. With that assistance, Ginger managed to scramble inelegantly aboard, almost ending up on top of Algy in the process, then pushed himself back up and yanked the cabin door until it slammed shut and the catch clunked into place.

"We're all in, go!" Algy yelled in the direction of the cockpit, although the engines were already spooling up. Biggles clearly had no intention of waiting around any longer than was absolutely necessary.

Ginger turned to Algy and grinned breathlessly. "That was a near squeak."

There was a sharp crack, and a bullet punched through the fuselage; from the placement of the hole, it must have passed within a few inches of Ginger's head. Once again, Algy grabbed him by the arm and pulled, and this time Ginger did end up on top of him.

"Far too near for my liking," Algy muttered viciously. He was sprawled on his back, his limbs tangled with Ginger's, and Ginger's breath loud in his ear. Ginger made to roll off him, but another shot rang out and Algy wrapped an arm around his back to keep him close. "Stay down," he hissed.

"Don't need to tell me twice." Ginger's voice was muffled against Algy's neck.

The aircraft lurched to one side and then the bumping of the undercarriage stopped abruptly, and Algy felt the familiar dropping sensation in his stomach as Biggles put it into a steep climb. He breathed a sigh of relief, and relaxed his hold on Ginger.

Ginger lifted his head and his eyes met Algy's. He was very close, and he was still breathing heavily, and suddenly he was kissing Algy hard, crushing their mouths together as Algy's lips parted in surprise. Then, just as suddenly, and without his being aware of having made the decision to do so, Algy was kissing Ginger back like his life depended on it.

He cupped the back of Ginger's head with one hand and tightened his grip on his body once more, and was astonished by how right it felt; as though he—both of them—had been awaiting this moment for a long time, and now it had finally arrived they couldn't possibly wait another second. Ginger's mouth was hot and demanding, and equally demanding was the hand that had somehow worked its way between them and was now awkwardly tugging at Algy's flies. He shifted slightly, both to allow Ginger better access and to allow his own reciprocation, and sent up a silent thanks to whichever bright spark had come up with the idea of putting a solid bulkhead between the cabin and the cockpit.

Although, judging by the noise that Ginger made when Algy got a hand on him, either he had forgotten that Biggles was nearby or he simply didn't care.

They carried on kissing as they touched one another, rough and urgent and almost painfully intense, until they both collapsed in a panting, sweating heap. Algy might have been embarrassed at how quickly it was over, if Ginger hadn’t spent a split-second before he had. Neither moved for a few minutes, and the only sounds were the roar of the engines, and two sets of lungs gasping for air. Algy carded his fingers through Ginger's hair, his limbs still shaking with adrenaline and the aftershocks of desire, and Ginger mumbled something into his shoulder.

"What was that?" Algy asked softly.

"I said," replied Ginger, a little sheepishly, "I hope it doesn't take me nearly getting shot for you to do that again."

Algy laughed, but before he could reply there was a hail from the front of the cockpit. "That's us on course," called Biggles. "One of you get on the wireless to Bertie and let him know. All okay back there?" he added.

"Absolutely fine," Algy called back, sounding much steadier than he felt. He didn't take his eyes off Ginger. "Just planning our next move."

Biggles/Algy, WW1-era cockpit sex

[philomytha]

Biggles/Algy
Cockpit sex during WW1 or shortly afterwards: it seemed like a good idea at the time but when they try it, it's extremely cramped and inconvenient (but they have fun anyway!).

Algy/Ginger - tender sex following rough sex

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Pairing: Algy/Ginger

Prompt: Tender sex while still shagged out from rough (but very much consensual) sex

Do not want: pain beyond love bites/minor bruises/scratches, my usual DNWs

Biggles/EvS, careful sex while hurt

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Pairing: Biggles/EvS

Prompt: Gentle sex because one of them is hurt, so they're being careful. Concussion, broken ribs, healing gunshot wound, something like that. Any time period (enemies or post-enemies) is fine; also not picky whether it's established relationship or not.

Do not want: n/a

Bertie/Ian Ross - Improper Use of Equestrian Equipment

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Pairing: Bertie/Ian Ross

Prompt: Improper Use of Equestrian Equipment (love that freeform, stole it) - this can entail anything from riding-costume kink to boot worship to sex in a stable - with or without the involvement of a riding crop. Context, if any, is optional. I'd be chuffed to bits with anything. A riding lesson that may or may not even involve a horse ever leaving the stable? A historical AU with Ian being Bertie's stable hand? Ian considering a career change to the horse guards?

Do not want: improper use of an actual horse, heavy duty whipping drawing blood or causing major injury, my usual DNWs

Algy/EvS: sex pollen

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Warnings: Dubcon (sex pollen)

Pairing: Algy/EvS

Prompt: Some sort of drug/weird science experiment/etc affects them both, and oh no. Can be set at any point in the timeline.

Do not want: One member of the pair forcing himself on the other or planning it in advance (I'd like them to be equally affected); Biggles blaming them for it or being jealous. (Biggles/EvS as a side pairing is fine with me.)

Biggles/Algy/EvS: comfort sex

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Pairing: Biggles/Algy/EvS (with established Biggles/EvS if you like)
Prompt: Comfort sex between the three of them after something traumatic.
Do not want: Algy being coerced or pressured into it, or having a miserable time. (Having mixed feelings about it is fine; he probably would!)

Biggles/EvS: first time not as enemies

[rietta89]

Pairing: Biggles/EvS

Prompt: Post-Hatchet. Biggles & EvS have hooked up multiple times as enemies; this is their first time going to bed as friends.

Do not want: non-con; bodily secretions other than saliva, sweat & semen; breath play; any use of the word 'penis'

FILL: Biggles/EvS: first time not as enemies

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The restaurant was Erich's choice this time, and the atmosphere was pleasant, quiet and dim. The company was excellent. There was a small candle burning in the middle of their table. Biggles found himself watching Erich across the candle, with the soft light flickering in his eyes -- cataloging everything about him, the glint of the light on his face, the lines of age and pain, along with a new and unfamiliar calm.

It was strange to know a person the way they knew each other -- to know the way that a person fought and made love, the moral forces that drove them, the various ways they could hurt each other -- and yet feel that somehow they still didn't know each other at all. But the one thing that hadn't changed was how much Erich fascinated him. Biggles could spend the entire night listening to him speak, or simply watching his face.

By the time that the waiter finally and perhaps a bit pointedly brought them the cheque, the restaurant had cleared out; it was only the two of them. Erich reached for his wallet, but Biggles had his out first. Erich smiled a little, and Biggles hesitated -- one of the many things he didn't know in this new time for them was exactly what would push Erich's pride a little too hard. But Erich only said, "If you are to pay for dinner, then I'll have to have you back to my flat for a nightcap."

They walked back through the quiet night, close together, speaking softly of inconsequential things. Erich let them into his small, dark flat, and went about turning on the lights. Biggles followed him into the kitchen and accepted a glass of brandy.

They spoke lightly of nothing in particular -- the kitchen was dimly lit, most of the light coming in through a small uncurtained window above the sink -- and then Erich leaned forward and kissed him.

His lips were light and soft, tasting of brandy. They had never really kissed before, not like this; it had always been frantic and fierce, stolen moments laced with anger, caught in between battles. Biggles had no idea who they were to each other when they weren't doing that.

But now Erich was pulling him forward with a light hand behind his head -- tentative, careful, everything they had never been with each other before. Biggles kissed him back with the same tentative curiosity.

And then it was as if everything they had been before clicked into place; they were setting down their glasses with absent half-attention, hands on each other and lips and tongues, kissing as frantically and intensely as they ever had done with guns on the floor and the scent of gunsmoke on the air. They stumbled into the sitting room, half fell across the armchair that was Erich's only nice piece of furniture -- and then it slowed somehow, they were taking off items of clothing with brief caresses, soft words of unexpected tenderness.

In the same half-awkward, half-familiar way, they made their way into the bedroom, touching, caressing, and tumbled into bed. Biggles thought there was some of the same hesitation on Erich's end that he felt on his own, the same uncertainty of not knowing whether everything they had been to each other before was fueled by anger alone. Under the covers in the dark, with gentle caresses and kisses and an attentive care to every part of each other's bodies where they both already knew the other liked to be touched, he could finally convince himself that it wasn't so.

Biggles/EvS, honour bondage

[philomytha]

Biggles/EvS

Honour bondage where EvS is the one (self)restrained. Set either before or after Buries a Hatchet

DNW: EvS in WW2

FILL: Biggles/EvS, honour bondage

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Erich's knees and ankles pressed against the hard wooden floor of his bedroom as he knelt stiffly upright. His sore hip ached, the muscles vibrating with the tension of holding himself rigid. His hands were behind his back, one locked around the wrist of the other.

"You want to do this? You are comfortable doing this?"

Bigglesworth crouching before him, hazel eyes soft and warm on his.

"I do," Erich said. Kneeling naked in front of Bigglesworth, he raised his head a little. "After all ..." He rolled his shoulders to demonstrate. "I am not tied. If there is any problem, I can stand up easily." He didn't speak aloud the rest of it: I like the opportunity to demonstrate that I'm yours, even when you are not here.

"Then ... stay like this until I return." Bigglesworth kissed him gently, ran his tongue across Erich's lips, and it took all of Erich's discipline to stay still. Bigglesworth stood and looked down at him fondly, one hand resting on Erich's shoulder. There was something wildly erotic, to Erich, about having Bigglesworth standing over him fully clothed, while he himself was naked. "I'm only going to run down to the corner phone box, call in to let the office know I won't be back today -- you are sure --?"

Erich tilted his head back slightly so he could look up at him without moving too much. "Yes, you know that I like it. I'll like it even more when you return. And so will you."

The warm hand trailed across his shoulder, accompanied by an equally warm smile. "I'll be back in ten minutes."

It had been a lot more than ten minutes. Erich half closed his eyes, keeping his breathing steady and disciplined, trying not to focus on the pins-and-needles in his feet and the trembling of the stressed muscles in his hip. Sweat prickled his skin in the chilly room. Every muscle ached.

Something might have gone wrong, he thought. A right fool he'd look if he had stayed like this, mind blank, stark naked in a mocking pose of a tied-up prisoner waiting for Bigglesworth's return, while the man in question was being bundled into the boot of a car downstairs -- and some use he'd be, too, after keeping every muscle locked rigid for the better part of the last hour.

Then there was the rattle of a key in the door. Erich jerked, started to unknot his hands from behind himself, and nearly lost the rigid pose he'd held since Bigglesworth had left out of sheer instinctive reaction. It felt as if knives had been driven through the muscles of his hips and back, and he gasped in pain and then forced himself back into position when he recognized the light step coming through the door. There was a quick click of the door closing and Erich found himself listening for the locks being reengaged, and smiled a little to himself when it was done.

Bigglesworth was coming into the bedroom now, ripping off his jacket and tossing it aside.

"Your blasted neighbour, she buttonholed me in the hall, I tried to get away but I couldn't exactly tell her why I needed to get back --"

Erich tried to lock his jaw against a smile, but it broke out anyway, curving both corners of his mouth. "Mrs Helms. Yes, she's quite the talker."

"I nearly did a judo chop on her at the end." Bigglesworth was kneeling in front of him now, running a hand over Erich's slightly trembling neck and shoulder. "You're absolutely freezing, I swear you need to get your heat looked at -- now why aren't you -- oh, blast it, you can move now, you do know that?"

It was not quite an order but it was the best he was going to get. Erich gasped in reaction as he unknotted his left hand from the wrist of his right. He wobbled, nearly losing his balance. Released from their long hold, his muscles were quivering in reaction, aching and sore, refusing to respond as they should. Bigglesworth, still kneeling in front of him, caught him and then held him, wrapping both arms around him. A warm hand stroked down his bare, sweat-damp back to the top of his buttocks.

"You are mental," Bigglesworth said into his sweat-damp hair.

"I've been ... told." Erich was gasping now, as if he'd run a marathon; he had been holding his breath under tight control too, in and out. Although Bigglesworth's hands were hot on his chilled skin, he felt almost overheated himself, panting a little as he was helped up and onto the bed. Every part of him seemed intensely sensitive; even the pain itself was almost pleasant, helping to turn every touch into more than it would otherwise be. When a naked Bigglesworth slid into bed beside him after hastily undressing, Erich turned and half rolled onto him despite the stiffness and pain, greeting him with eager kisses and fingers caressing through Bigglesworth's fine hair.

After receiving and returning his eager attention for a moment, Bigglesworth pushed him back onto the bed. "We did this your way, and now you are going to lie down and let me take care of you."

It was a half-laughing order, warm with affection and concern, but it nevertheless took all the fight out of him. He sagged back into the bed, and after some thorough kissing, warm, small, strong hands began a typically thorough exploration of his body, massaging his sore muscles as he gasped and relaxed and began to melt under the touch. When Bigglesworth's soft lips and agile tongue joined in, Erich melted completely.

Biggles/EvS, he cleans up nice

[sholio]

Pairing: Biggles/EvS, established relationship, late in series
Prompt: They go to some kind of formal event (Erich coming along for Biggles to get an award, maybe? or something undercover?) and one of them is absolutely *losing his mind* at how hot the other one looks dressed up. Lots of yeaaarning and heated looks, culminating in either a frantic quickie upstairs, or some really intense sex once they manage to get back to one of their flats.
Do not want: n/a

Biggles/EvS, vintage kink

[sholio]

Pairing: Biggles/EvS established, late in series
Prompt: Their sex life is mostly vanilla, but Erich encountered something back in the clubs of 1920s Berlin that he wants Biggles to try with him. Biggles is (as usual) curious and perhaps not that into it himself but Erich doesn't ask for things often and he's perfectly willing to go along and see what it's like. I'm thinking possibly something like light impact play or similar, pretty basic by modern kink standards but very new to Biggles.
Do not want: Bodily waste kinks, Daddy or diapers/baby kink, petplay (but open to just about anything else, I think)

Biggles/EvS - Strip-Search

[sweetsorcery]

Pairing: Biggles/EvS

Prompt: Biggles may have something EvS wants but won't hand it over, EvS strip-searches him, smut ensues

Some optional fun approaches:
* EvS is reluctant, because he's a gentleman and also doesn't trust himself around a naked Biggles; to Biggles, strip-searches are an old hat... until they're suddenly not
* EvS is smug about it, because he's essentially bluffing and assumes Biggles will give up the object; Biggles is Biggles (and might not even have it), and EvS ends up all thumbs partway, with Biggles having to help him
* either EvS wasn't expecting quite such a strong reaction to a naked Biggles, or Biggles wasn't expecting his own to being denuded by EvS; or both

Do not want: any non-con or dub-con vibes, my usual DNWs

Algy/Ginger - Trying (and failing) not to orgasm in public

[sweetsorcery]

Pairing: Algy/Ginger

Prompt: Trying (and failing) not to orgasm in public. Either of them.
Maybe they have to share a seat and Ginger ends up on Algy's lap. Or they're somewhere dead boring and can't wait to get home. Or they're in a classy gay club where nevertheless anything goes. Or one of them (inadvertently) turns the other on with a whisper or a playful slap on the backside or whatever he's wearing, realises it, and takes advantage of the 'mood', no matter how inappropriate the location.

Do not want: dub-con vibes, my usual DNWs

Biggles/EvS: Aroused by partner's scholarly accomplishments

[rietta89]

Pairing: Biggles/EvS

Prompt: From the smut4smut tagset: 'Aroused by Partner’s Scholarly Accomplishments'. I just really like the idea of Biggles getting turned on by Erich's skill with language, whether that's getting unexpectedly aroused by watching him do his translation work, or hearing him talk about literature from other countries, or overhearing him having a conversation with someone else in a language Biggles doesn't know, or getting multilingual in bed. (I also love the 'voice kink' tag for this ship, so feel free to bring that in too if you want.)

Do not want: non-con; bodily secretions other than saliva, sweat & semen; breath play; any use of the word 'penis'

Re: Biggles/EvS: Aroused by partner's scholarly accomplishments

[chanter1944]

Can I just say, I truly hope someone writes this one?! *blushes her way all the way out of the comments*

Biggles/EvS: weird sexual side-effects of drug

[rietta89]

Warnings: Non-consensual drug use; mild dubcon (sexual side-effects of drug)

Pairing: Biggles/EvS

Prompt: Another inspired by the smut4smut tagset: 'Drugs – Experimental Substance Has Weird Sexual Side Effects'. I would like the experimental substance to be administered by a malevolent third party. Either pre- or post-Hatchet would work for this, but I quite like the idea of it being set whilst they're still enemies, and EvS helps Biggles through the unforeseen side effects like the gentleman he is, whilst dealing with his conflicted feelings towards Biggles. The sex should ultimately be consensual but acknowledging/addressing the dubcon element introduced by the drug is fine.

Do not want: non-con; bodily secretions other than saliva, sweat & semen; breath play; any use of the word 'penis'

Biggles/EvS, praise kink

[sholio]

Pairing: Biggles/EvS

Prompt: Biggles realizes that EvS loves verbal praise and tries giving him some during sex. It's fine (welcome, even!) if this is awkward or funny or completely kills the mood at first, as they try to get the hang of it.

Do not want: "boy" or similar diminutives (so "you're so good" = yes, "good boy" = no)

Re: Biggles/EvS, praise kink

[sheron]

👀!!

praise kink yessssssss

Algy/Ginger: Aftercare

[rietta89]

Pairing: Algy/Ginger

Prompt: You may include as much or as little of the actual sex as you like, but I would love an afterglow fic where Algy is providing tender aftercare to Ginger following a particularly kinky or passionately rough bout of sex.

Things I especially like for Algy/Ginger, to give you inspiration for the sex/what kind of aftercare might be needed: held down; light bondage; spanking; sense play; sensory deprivation; kink exploration; manhandling; eager submission; marking (scratches, bites & bruises).

Do not want: non-con; bodily secretions other than saliva, sweat & semen; breath play; any use of the word 'penis'; hardcore BDSM using specialist equipment; deliberate testing of limits; use of safewords; soppy/romantic pet names.

Re: Algy/Ginger: Aftercare

[black_bentley]

It was a long moment before they carefully pulled apart, and Algy drank in the sight of Ginger with nothing short of awe. He looked utterly wrecked, sweating and dishevelled and loose-limbed, his eyes glassy and his throat bruised by Algy's teeth. Algy didn't think he'd ever seen anything quite so pretty in his life.

He kissed Ginger gently, relishing the softness of his mouth, then leaned over to untie his wrists from the headboard. The bonds were a pair of large silk handkerchiefs, chosen for their slippery suppleness, but the skin beneath was reddened and marked where Ginger had been tugging at them as he thrashed out his pleasure. Algy traced his fingertips lightly over the marks and Ginger caught him awkwardly by the hand, his normally nimble fingers clumsy in the way that often followed one of their more intense bouts of love-making.

He tried to sit up, but Algy placed a hand on his chest to keep him down.

"No, stay there," he murmured. "I'll be back in a second."

Algy threw on his dressing gown and slipped across the hall to the bathroom, where he filled a bowl with warm water and plucked a clean flannel from the shelf above the sink. When he returned to the bedroom, Ginger was exactly as he had left him, sprawled inelegantly—albeit very attractively—on top of the rumpled sheets. His eyes were heavy-lidded but he smiled when Algy came into the room, and the expression of slightly dazed affection on his face was one that Algy would never tire of seeing.

Setting the bowl on the nightstand, Algy dipped the cloth in it, wrung it out and proceeded to clean Ginger up tenderly, placing careful, reverent kisses all over his body as he went. Ginger made soft, satisfied noises in response; his limbs were heavy and pliant, and he seemed perfectly happy for Algy to manhandle him as he pleased. He usually was, Algy thought fondly.

By the time he had finished, the water had cooled, and Ginger was clearly struggling to keep his eyes even half-open. Algy damped the flannel one last time and used it to soothe Ginger's chafed wrists; he kissed them too, holding them to his lips and whispering endearments against the skin that he would never have committed to the open air. With that done, he put the cloth aside and climbed into bed, and Ginger immediately burrowed into his side as he pulled the eiderdown over them both. Algy pressed his lips to Ginger's forehead, and gently shifted him so that he lay with his head pillowed on Algy's shoulder and Algy's arm wrapped around his back.

Ginger seemed to go from drowsy to completely out cold within seconds. Algy held him close, feeling warm breath on his skin and the familiar weight of Ginger's hand resting over his heart. He placed his own hand atop it and closed his eyes, letting contentment settle over him as he drifted off to sleep.

Dubcon, Biggles/EvS - someone made them do it

[sheron]

Warnings: Dubcon and threat of noncon ("someone made them do it")

Pairing: Biggles/EvS (any rating you like from T to NC-17), threat of Zorotov/Biggles

Prompt: Sometime in No Rest for Biggles when Zorotov wants Biggles shot and EvS gets it postponned, Zorotov is angry and later has Biggles brought to him intending to violate him in some way. (The actual goal is to show Christophe that EvS is not on his side and win Christophe's trust.) EvS once again intercedes and Zorotov creates circumstances where EvS is forced to either do this to Biggles himself or to have Biggles shot in front of him. We know what Erich chooses. Biggles of course doesn't know what to think -- is it foolish to hope this act is "prompted by some nicer feelings"?

Do not want: flowery euphemisms for sex (use 'cock' or 'dick' please), any mentions of Nazis, hopeless endings, Dom/sub, kink other than bondage, non-pretend violence between Biggles/EvS (fine between other characters), actual noncon between Biggles/EvS (!)
(At the end of the story it should at least be clear to the reader, if not to anyone else, that Biggles was not unwilling; regardless, EvS should still feel horrid and utterly wrong about what he had no choice but to do to Biggles, as an officer and still sometimes a gentleman, even if he finds out Biggles truly does want him under nicer circumstances. Bonus points for Biggles feeling that EvS was forced as much as he was, because he did not want Biggles dead. Extra Bonus points for initially apoplectic Algy eventually understanding what truly happened and how much EvS wanted it to be otherwise, even if he may find it hard to forgive anyway.)

Algy/Ginger: mistaken assumption about level of experience

[rietta89]

Pairing: Algy/Ginger

Prompt: Prior to their first time together, Algy makes an assumption about Ginger's level of sexual experience; during said first time, he discovers he is wrong. I don't mind whether that assumption is that Ginger is a virgin (he isn't) or that he's got experience (he doesn't), but I would like to see what makes Algy realise he was wrong, and how his behaviour changes afterwards.

Do not want: non-con; bodily secretions other than saliva, sweat & semen; breath play; any use of the word 'penis'; hardcore BDSM using specialist equipment; deliberate testing of limits; use of safewords; soppy/romantic pet names.

Biggles/EvS Romantic smut on Location

[sheron]

Warnings: Graphic smut

Pairing: Biggles/EvS

Prompt: Any fun exotic location (by which I mean not in England) with Biggles & EvS getting it on and both loving being together and being incredibly into each other and incredibly sexually compatible (perhaps to their own surprise). This is not their first time, but doesn't need to be an established relationship either.
(I'm equally happy with post-Hatchet setting as well as an earlier Canon Divergence before WW2 and after Flies East/WW1, and feel free to handwave as much as you like how they got together if it's an AU.)

Smut on the beach, in the jungle, during a case, smut in some hotel room on a Mediterranean island -- it's is all good. Basically the kind of smut you'd find in a good Romance novel with a nice setting and other trappings of fantasy.

Do not want: flowery euphemisms for sex (use 'cock' or 'dick' please), Dom/sub, any hard kink, any mentions of Nazis, any politics or moralizing whatsoever, significant changes to canon (other than EvS defecting earlier which is of course totally fine!), hopeless endings, EvS leaving at the end

Algy/Ginger and/or Biggles/EvS: Established Relationship Sex

[rietta89]

Pairing: Algy/Ginger and/or Biggles/EvS

Prompt: Possibly my favourite smut4smut tag: Established Relationship – The Inherent Romance And Eroticism Of Being Known. Give me allllll the long-established relationship sex where they know each other's bodies and preferences and signs of arousal inside out and are still completely hot for each other.

Do not want: non-con; bodily secretions other than saliva, sweat & semen; breath play; any use of the word 'penis'; hardcore BDSM using specialist equipment; use of safewords; soppy/romantic pet names.

Established Biggles/Erich becomes Biggles/Erich/Algy

[(Anonymous)]

Pairing: Biggles/Erich/Algy (with already established Biggles/Erich)

Prompt: Post-Biggles Buries a Hatchet, established Biggles/Erich add Algy into the mix for a happy non-romantic sexytimes. Algy is not romantically into either man, but he sure is having fun! And sex! So much!

Optionally, I'm also good with Dom!Algy with an unexpectedly somewhat subby!EvS and Biggles enjoying the dynamics of his favourite people having a good time.

Do not want: dubcon or noncon, hard kinks (like scat, watersports, pain), romantic Biggles/Algy or Algy/Erich, any unrequested ships even implied, any mention of character age

Thank you!

Algy/Ginger and/or Biggles/EvS: EstablishING Relationship Sex

[rietta89]

Pairing: Algy/Ginger and/or Biggles/EvS

Prompt: It's not their first time, but they haven't been together very long either; they're still in that phase of learning each other's preferences and turn-ons and erogenous zones. Whether it's fun and light-hearted or a bit angsty because they're struggling to find how they best fit together, I would love pretty much anything set at this point in the relationship for either of the above couples.

For Algy/Ginger, I would prefer SAP era; for Biggles/EvS, post-Hatchet, please.

Do not want: non-con; bodily secretions other than saliva, sweat & semen; breath play; any use of the word 'penis'; hardcore BDSM using specialist equipment; use of safewords; soppy/romantic pet names.