HIMYM: Barney's Pets (1/?)
May. 31st, 2009 11:11 pmTitle: Barney’s Pets (1/?)
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don't. Please don't sue.
Pairing(s): Barney/other
Word Count: 146
Rating: Overall this project will be FRAO/NC-17.
Warnings: Sexual Situations, Language, Sexual Slurs, BDSM, Domination/submission
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Barney has learned some women are willing to do anything…
Beta: none. Any and all mistakes are mine.
Prompt: 93- Consent.
A/N: This will be a series of drabbles (100-200 words) written in response to the
himym_darkfic prompt table.
The standard game had always been: go to the bar, pick up a woman hot enough to qualify for a sex visa, fuck her until she was raw and breathless, and send her packing when the blood started circulating in her legs again.
Until he met a dark harlot named Margo and he found himself tweaking the rules of his game. He liked the power that came from marking a woman’s ass with bright red handprints or the screams that left her lips when the metal clamps locked down on her nipples.
She gave him the idea to build a Playboy-style mansion in Long Island that served as a warehouse of crazy bitches that constantly craved his cock, constantly craved the pain he offered them.
And how could he say no to a sampler platter of women consenting to be the victims of his darkest desires?
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don't. Please don't sue.
Pairing(s): Barney/other
Word Count: 146
Rating: Overall this project will be FRAO/NC-17.
Warnings: Sexual Situations, Language, Sexual Slurs, BDSM, Domination/submission
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Barney has learned some women are willing to do anything…
Beta: none. Any and all mistakes are mine.
Prompt: 93- Consent.
A/N: This will be a series of drabbles (100-200 words) written in response to the
The standard game had always been: go to the bar, pick up a woman hot enough to qualify for a sex visa, fuck her until she was raw and breathless, and send her packing when the blood started circulating in her legs again.
Until he met a dark harlot named Margo and he found himself tweaking the rules of his game. He liked the power that came from marking a woman’s ass with bright red handprints or the screams that left her lips when the metal clamps locked down on her nipples.
She gave him the idea to build a Playboy-style mansion in Long Island that served as a warehouse of crazy bitches that constantly craved his cock, constantly craved the pain he offered them.
And how could he say no to a sampler platter of women consenting to be the victims of his darkest desires?
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on 2009-06-01 04:22 am (UTC)freakin' intense!
lovely. :]
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on 2009-06-01 04:23 am (UTC)That's kinda the plan :)
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on 2009-06-01 04:52 am (UTC)no subject
on 2009-06-01 05:01 am (UTC)Provided I can make my muse work for the next 21 days or so.
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on 2009-06-01 12:58 pm (UTC)*stares into space for long, long time*
Nice.
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on 2009-06-01 10:38 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-06-02 03:46 pm (UTC)It's the suit. The suit wins over the hoodie for me. Although in a game of marry, fuck, or cliff...Billy would be the one I marry. Barney would be the one I fuck. And Hammer can get thrown from a cliff :)
*giggles*
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on 2009-06-02 01:46 pm (UTC)xxx
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on 2009-06-02 03:46 pm (UTC)