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Calculus/Bianca - Making Love in the Opera Box
GEN - Snowy Eats a Sandwich
Haddock/Tintin - the Captain kisses cold-ridden Tintin to comfort him, germs be damned
So, you can see that in the first example I've included a pairing, some idea of the contents of my request, and most importantly, an indicator that there may be trigger material. Fills posted without necessary trigger tags will be deleted, no exceptions. If you aren't sure if your kink or fill has trigger material in it, drop a note in the Mod Post or Discussion Post to find out.
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Have fun! ♥
Bianca C.
Tintin/Haddock - Ancient Rome fanart
Date: 2013-08-26 02:06 pm (UTC)I'd love to see Tintin and/or Haddock in Ancient Rome, drawn as fanart :D Maybe one of them will wear a slave toga?
Re: Tintin/Haddock - Ancient Rome fanart
Date: 2013-08-26 09:49 pm (UTC)Ah, so we have a new moderator! *kneels to the iron fist ruling admin* At your service, Dominus ;)
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From:Tintin/Haddock - chubby!Haddock
Date: 2013-08-27 03:17 am (UTC)Cue fluff and cuddles!
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From:Fill: The way you are - 1/? [PG-13, fluff, romance, Haddotin]
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Date: 2013-08-27 04:22 am (UTC)Tintin/Haddock - Socks
Date: 2013-08-27 09:44 pm (UTC)Re: Tintin/Haddock - Socks
Date: 2014-01-27 11:51 am (UTC)I've been stalking this kinkmeme for far too long now and I'm crazy excited because I'm headed to Belgium today (ah!) and I've got a 14hr bus journey to get there, so that seems like the perfect time to get some writing done and finally give something back to you guys...watch this space! :)
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Date: 2013-08-28 03:36 am (UTC)Re: Haddock/Tintin/Skut, spanking
Date: 2021-01-31 05:44 am (UTC)Re: Haddock/Tintin/Skut, spanking
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2022-07-29 04:56 am (UTC) - ExpandTintin/Sakharine (non-con, rape)
Date: 2013-08-28 07:20 am (UTC)http://archiveofourown.org/works/943917/
I wonder how it would work out if Sakharine actually got his hands on Tintin, and decided to go ALL the way?
There was a Sakharine/Tintin rape story here before, but specifically I'd like to see something creepier and angsty where Sakharine actually wants to savour the moment like the connoisseur he is and takes a LOT of time to do it.
Maybe in a lavish bedroom with candlelight and stuff, maybe he'll slip a sedative into Tintin's drink as well.
Either way Tintin won't like it at all, but Sakharine, being obsessed, pretends otherwise and is convinced the pretty ginger will actually requite his "love" afterward.
Re: Tintin/Sakharine (non-con, rape)
Date: 2013-09-12 09:06 pm (UTC)SELF FILL: "Heaven" 1/3 [Death, Angst, Haddotin]
Date: 2013-08-29 02:26 am (UTC)...
Chapter 1: A Promise Made
Things were meant to be so different. They were supposed to emerge from this case victorious. After completing the case they were supposed to have their wedding, exchanging their vows among the many flowers in their estate garden and tearful comrades by their side.
They were supposed to live happily ever after, till death did them part.
But as Haddock cradled Tintin’s weak form in his arms, the torso of his light blue sweater soaked crimson from an enemy’s bullet, he realized that death would already part them before they had the chance. Even so he wanted to still believe there was hope. He prepared to pick Tintin up and carry him. “You’re alright,” he lied desperately, “We’ll just get you to the hospital, and you’ll be alright—“
Tintin frowned at the captain’s attempts to keep himself from falling apart. He mustered his strength to reach a hand out. “Cap…Archie, please. Don’t. The nearest hospital is miles away. I’ve already…lost too much blood.” His hand touched Archibald’s cheek. “It’s too late for me. I just…want you to know that I love you, and—”
Haddock fearfully grabbed Tintin’s outstretched hand. “Don’t you say that. Don’t you dare say goodbye! Thundering—“ He was trying so hard to stay strong for Tintin’s sake, but the tears were already coming. He was shaking. Haddock swallowed the lump in his throat. “Please, I can’t lose you,” he begged as though some deity would hear him and make Tintin’s wounds disappear. “Not now. Not like this. I’d do anything!”
Before he knew it, Tintin could feel tears running down his face as well. “Archie,” he mustered. He felt himself growing more and more lightheaded. “Please make me a promise.” He waited for Haddock’s firm nod before continuing. “You have to promise me that…you won’t give up the fight…even when I’m gone…Please continue to live…a fulfilling life without me.”
Haddock lowered his head. “I…I can’t—“
“You can!” The boy almost yelled, as much as it hurt. “You must. I know it’s not…it’s not what you wanted, but you simply must. That’s all I could ever ask of you.”
The captain wiped his eyes with his sleeves. His expression became fully determined, if only for a moment. “If you’re the one who asks it of me, I will,” he said, squeezing Tintin’s hand. “I swear it!”
Tintin smiled weakly through his tears. He nodded his head. “That makes me…so happy. Merci, mon amour,” was the last thing he said before his heart stopped beating.
SELF FILL: "Heaven" 2/3 [Death, Angst, Haddotin]
Date: 2013-08-29 02:34 am (UTC)...
Chapter 2: A Promise Kept
50 years later…
Vanessa hadn’t slept a wink in 48 hours. Just the thought of her closing her eyes and opening them to her dead master kept her attentive. She wanted to be right here in case he needed her—she was the only maid left at Marlinspike after all, with the recent passing of her parents. It was just the two of them in that old house.
Master Haddock’s illness had truly put him through the ringer. The doctors wanted him to stay at the hospital in an attempt to extend his life, but Haddock refused. “Needled and pricked up to all these wires and tubes like a blistering puppet?” He had said, lively as ever despite being well into his nineties. “Never! If I’m gonna die soon, I’d rather it be in my own home, blistering barnacles!”
While confined to bed rest, the old sea captain spent his last days telling Vanessa stories from when he was a younger and livelier man. He’d tell her of her ever-so-stoic Grandpa Nestor, who passed while she was just a child. He’d tell her of the late professor Cuthbert Calculus, the leader of the moon rocket expedition almost 60 years ago, and the professor’s noisy but well-meaning wife Bianca Castafiore, the opera diva famous for her rendition of the “Jewel Song” from Faust, who lived with him. Occasionally she’d hear about a pair of detectives, Thompson and Thomson, clumsy and almost twin-like in appearance, who visited often to assist the captain in many of his cases.
But most of all, she’d hear stories of a young reporter by the name of Tintin and his little white dog Snowy. Vanessa could tell right away how much this person meant to Haddock just by how much he’d talk about him. The captain could go on and on about that boy; their fateful meeting at the Karaboudjan, the day they found Red Rackham’s Treasure, their journey to Tibet to rescue one of Tintin’s dearest friends. Indeed the two were very close, in love even. Through the years they only became closer and closer until Haddock finally gained the courage to propose to Tintin.
But just before their wedding, they were sent on a case to investigate a new drug-smuggling ring, where Tintin was fatally shot by one of the thugs. Snowy, bless his loyal heart, died days after the funeral at the boy's grave. After that, the captain said that he pushed himself to carry on in Tintin’s stead, as was the reporter’s dying wish, eventually catching the leader of the drug ring himself and going on many more similar adventures throughout the rest of his life.
“He was buried with the engagement ring I got for him,” Haddock told her once forlornly. “Like hell I would give it to anyone else!” He said defiantly. “After he passed, I could never fall in love again. I just couldn’t, even if I tried. He was my One and Only; there’s nobody in this world like him. I wouldn’t be here talking to you right now if it weren’t for him. Such a brave, beautiful soul he was—”
Suddenly the captain’s breathing became strained. He groaned and coughed into his sleeve.
“Master--!!” Vanessa cried out, preparing for the worst.
“It’s alright,” he said after the coughing was finished, though he was still in great pain. “It’s alright.” He reached out for her hand. “Vanessa,” he said. “I want you to have the estate.”
Her eyes widened in shock. “The estate?! Master Haddock, I just couldn’t—“
“Please,” he shushed her. “After all your family has done for mine, it’s only right. And it’s not like I have any heirs to pass it on to anyway,” he chuckled inwardly. “I’ve listed you in my will as my sole beneficiary.”
Vanessa started crying; she couldn’t help it. He just couldn't die, not this man—this kind, stubborn old man who had been like another grandfather to her. “Master Haddock…”
“I’ve lived my life to the fullest, just as he had asked me,” Haddock said quietly. “Even as my friends passed on, one by one, I continued to live, if only for him. But I’ve done so much, and I am tired now. There’s not much more living left for me to do. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.” He closed his eyes, dying completely at peace.
Vanessa spent the rest of that night crying herself to sleep.
SELF FILL: "Heaven" 3/3 [Death, Angst, Haddotin]
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From:Allan/Tom- exhibitionism/humiliation
Date: 2013-08-30 11:54 pm (UTC)(Feel free to add whatever other kinks that tickle your fancy, as long as it's Allan/Tom I really don't mind what you do with this prompt)
Haddock/Tintin - Tickling
Date: 2013-08-31 08:59 pm (UTC)So when Haddock finds out that Tintin is ticklish, he takes advantage of this discovery whenever he can.
Bonus if he uses it to try and cheer up Tintin at some point.
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Date: 2013-09-03 01:57 am (UTC)<3
Any/Any, naughty fairytales
Date: 2013-09-03 03:35 am (UTC)Just give me some fairytale themed porn.
Goldielocks!Tintin captured by the three bears.
Red Riding Hood!Tintin and Bad Wolf!Haddock.
Or any other you can think of.
Re: Any/Any, naughty fairytales
Date: 2013-09-03 11:09 am (UTC)You've already seen these wonderful drawings, right? ^^ --> http://nonick4now.dreamwidth.org/5210.html#cutid1
That's not to say there can't be more. There should be much more, yeah :D :D
"Goldiquiff and the three bears..." mmmmm!
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From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2013-09-04 01:19 am (UTC) - ExpandHaddock/Abdullah, spanking, (WARNING: consent issues!!)
Date: 2013-09-06 01:00 am (UTC)Tintin/Artemis Fowl crossover
Date: 2013-09-08 03:13 pm (UTC)Please would someone indulge my curiosity for this crossover, art/fiction, the creation of cross narrative couples (for some reason I see Tintin falling for Holly (Please don't hate me I love Tintin/Haddock too)) thank you.
The gang ends up in our world
Date: 2013-09-12 10:48 pm (UTC)Go crazy!
Haddock/Abdullah/Tintin, dub-con, threesome
Date: 2013-09-16 03:19 am (UTC)Daddy gives him Haddock and Tintin.
Tintin/Haddock - Tintin has codependency
Date: 2013-09-18 05:39 am (UTC)However, he's completely and utterly inept at making and keeping friends.
Having lost contact with Chang (before the latter moves and they begin frequently writing one another) Tintin feels utterly alone, moreso because once again the only people who seem to want to engage with him are more often than not out to kill him.
By the time he meets the Captain, Tintin is riddled with neuroses he doesn't even realize he has, and, terrified their budding friendship will wilt, he does what he thinks is everything in his power to make sure it goes smoothly.
Including waiting by the telephone for hours in a sitting in anticipation of his call. And stopping by his house to see if he's in...multiple times a day. And sometimes at night. And buying him things at the market (the Unicorn? Yeah, that was one of over a hundred things Tintin has purchased for the Captain).
Up to filler whether the Captain finds Tintin's behavior strangely cute or creepy; and/or whether or not Tintin's obsessive interest in the Captain turns sexual.
Self-Prompt: Tintin leads a double-life
Date: 2013-09-20 07:38 pm (UTC)The prompt: Tintin secretly gets off on sleeping with dangerous and powerful men.
Fill: Centerpiece
Date: 2013-09-20 07:39 pm (UTC)Never would he actively participate in illegal activity, never would he be an accessory to crime in any other way than this - than when he presented himself to wicked parties with unmistakable intent; offered himself so fearlessly and enthusiastically that even lowly subordinates couldn’t bring themselves to do him any harm out of sheer admiration.
Debased as his actions were his very essence commanded the same respect as their superiors; part of this was Tintin’s inherent charm and the other was by age-old association. It was an ambiguous yet appealing status usually reserved for once-favored escorts or girlfriends of powerful tyrants who now marched out of their lovers’ mansions with mascara-stained cheeks, slamming the door as the redhead remained disinterestedly lounging half-dressed on a loveseat with a copy of Madame Bovary in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
An indisputably attractive centerpiece he was indeed, effortlessly commanding the distracted attention of every uniformed man who convened in the sitting room - and all without contributing to discussion, begging for favors, or wearing lipstick. And really, who could compete with that?
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From:Haddock/Others, Haddock/Tintin, The Boys of Marlinspike Hall
Date: 2013-10-03 01:47 am (UTC)(So, everything above age of consent and very very consensual.)
Tintin walks in only wanting to do some interviews. But once inside he decides to take the Captain's offer and join the house as a new slave for two weeks, to really learn what the whole thing is all about.
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Date: 2013-10-03 06:37 am (UTC)GEN: Rastapopulous has a young daughter, possible abandonment issues
Date: 2013-10-10 05:09 am (UTC)Halloween
Date: 2013-10-12 01:08 am (UTC)I'm not a fan of horror movies and things on the hole, not because I find them sceary but because I find them contrived and rediculous. So please keep it light for example, Tintin and friends as the cast of say Scooby Doo. Nothing too horrendous and fritning but silly and fun, characters jumping into other characters arm, Rastapopolis in a monster costume, you get the idea.
Or
Maybe dressing up and going trick or treating in the village, please just let imaginations go wild. Iwould just like to see a silly story or comical pictur of our faveorite team having fun or being sceared at Halloween.
Another idea while typing, Tintin and Haddock hold a Halloween ball in Marlinspike Hall for all their friends with costumes and masks, food and couples if the filler so wishes.
Have fun ;-)
Prompt: The Captain in Real Life (GEN to NC-17)
Date: 2013-10-18 10:15 pm (UTC)Post images of the MOST ACCURATE image of Captain Haddock as you've always imagined him! We all have different versions in our heads, so it might be fun to see what everyone else is picturing. Does anyone else have one ready to go? Do some of you want to be inspired? Here's your thread!
This only struck me because I was lost at the bottom of a Pinterest K-hole when I found... well, THE real-life Captain. The way I see him, anyway! ;)
Post away...
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Date: 2013-10-18 10:19 pm (UTC)(my head-) Canon:
http://www.pinterest.com/pin/213146994837495829/
Different guy, maybe the Captain's younger days!:
http://www.pinterest.com/pin/213146994834609758/
P.S. - That pinboard, "Man-Candy"? Will be your salvation. Your most DEFINITELY NSFW salvation. I love looking up furniture and finding husbands instead...
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From:Tintin/Haddock - What's Going On Here?
Date: 2013-11-06 11:18 am (UTC)Soon its effects show. Haddock has to cope.
Tintin/Haddock - "Out of Control" - chapter 1/?
Date: 2013-11-06 11:20 am (UTC)I cursed the police as Tintin's little dog and I made our way through the underground complex. Incompetent baboons, anamorphic aardvarks, all of them! Thomson and Thompson were convinced that Tintin was being held somewhere in the Vatican, and Calculus was searching him in Middle America, while I had contacted a friend who knew about broadcasting, and with his help I had managed to track the source of that one call Tintin had managed to make in his captivity.
Snowy and I found Tintin in that exact spot: an abandoned factory building in the outskirts of Bruges. Having expected the worst, I was just about to shout with joy when I discovered him intact and awake, but he hushed me to stay quiet. His captors could be back at any minute. He was tied to a chair but apparently uninjured. Quickly, I freed him, and even Snowy was smart enough not to bark.
But I hadn't been quick enough. The second we'd sped out of the prison room, Tintin dropping his ropes as we ran, a bunch of trigger-happy but visually impaired bandits opened the chase on us. We dodged bullets to the left and right as we sprinted out of the building, and Tintin possessed enough presence of mind to remember a heavy door at the end of the hallway, slamming it shut right into the minions' faces, significantly increasing our lead.
Arriving outside, we stumbled into my car, and I cursed when one bullet hit its rear. They'd pay for that, those cowardly sons of cucumbers! I jump-started the motor, and the blue Peugeot leaped forward violently, causing Snowy to howl as he bumped onto the floorboard, and Tintin gasped but held onto his seat.
„Lad“, I barely had time to breathe, „Are you all right?“
„Yes, yes!“ Tintin assured me, fastening his seatbelt, no easy task considering the haphazard way I drove the machine across unfamiliar territory at probably twice the allowed speed limit, even though those bastards were no longer shooting at us.
„Are they following us?“ I saw no one in the rearview mirror.
Tintin turned around. „I guess not. Can't see 'em.“
Calm down, Archie, calm down. He is safe! I took a deep breath, and removed my foot from the gas pedal. Tintin was safe, this was the most important fact. I couldn't deny that I was also mad at him for yet again chasing another dangerous, irresponsible adventure. Just when I was about to start a rant, he spoke.
„I should probably see a doctor right now, Captain.“
„What?“ I stared at him, and in the last second focused back on the road where a tree had suddenly jumped in front of the car. I pulled hard at the steering wheel to swerve around it, hearing a gasp from Tintin and a slight screeching from the tires, then I was back on track on the empty country road. „Why a doctor? What is it, Tintin?“
„You probably heard the rumours about Rastapopoulos being involved in international drug trade.“
„Yes, so?“
„He isn't just trading them. He's also developing new, dangerous drugs, trying to find something that's cheap to produce and highly addictive, so he'll have a monopoly on it. That's what I want to expose in my newest report. He is working with Dr Krollspell again – you remember him, right? And they've found something through their experiments, the results of which could be disastrous.“
„Thundering typhoons“, I muttered.
„Yes. They want to make something that's more potent and dangerous than any other drug on the market.“ Tintin paused. „I don't know what else. And when Rastapopoulos captured me, he... well...um-“
„What?“ I asked. „What?“
„He had Dr Krollspell inject something into my arm.“
Upon hearing those words I hit the brakes so hard that the car almost performed a somersault, catapulting poor Snowy against the roof. His pained howling mixed with the screeching of the tires.
I looked at Tintin. He was presenting his left arm to me, sleeve rolled up. On the inside of his elbow with the soft, smooth skin I so often longed to touch and kiss – only in my secret thoughts, of course! - there was a band-aid, and he removed it to reveal a tiny dark dot, surrounded by a purple bloom, where a needle had pricked his vein.
I felt all blood drain from my face.
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Doctor Froid examined Tintin as I waited, anxious and perturbed. To not know was almost always worse than to be certain. What had those barbarians injected him with? My darling Tintin, my precious ginger lad – and I hadn't even told him yet about my feelings for him! What if it was too late? I'm a big, old, sodden fool! Fool! If only I had found him in that factory building a little sooner!
The doctor took blood and urine samples, and measured everything imaginable. It wasn't often that I got to see Tintin shirtless, but right now I was too anxious to admire his flawless body, only able to think of the danger he could be in without any of us knowing.
„Your urine sample looks fine“, the doctor said, „but we'll send it to the lab for further tests. Your blood pressure is slightly elevated but still normal. Heart rate slightly increased and pupils a bit dilated, but nothing to be concerned about.“ He shrugged. „I see nothing out of the extraordinary, Mr Tintin. You seem quite healthy. If there's something wrong with you, the blood sample will show it. You can expect results from the lab in two weeks.“
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Back home at Marlinspike Hall I made Tintin promise that he would stay within its four walls until we received the results of his blood test, and/or knew precisely whether the mysterious injection had harmed him in any way. He did promise not to leave, and I was relieved, for Tintin was someone who kept his word.
I would observe him around the clock; on the guard for any changes, however slight, in his appearance or behaviour. It was gut-wrenching to not know what Rastapopoulos - that blasted barbarian buggerer! - had injected into Tintin's arm. Tintin had told me how he'd demanded to know, but his captor had only laughed, saying it was a blind test and he would need to experience the results unprejudiced.
All Tintin did today was to jot down notes for a news article, and to talk to the police on the phone. His seemingly normal and healthy appearance did nothing to ease my worries – in fact, I grew more apprehensive, as if listening to the silence before the storm. That's how horror movies start, don't they? A small, seemingly innocuous occurrence is disregarded by the protagonists but soon the very same thing makes them run for their lives!
I decided that I needed to distract myself, and would check back on Tintin later. With a book and a tumbler of whisky I sat down on the livingroom couch.
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.
The Conversations of Pietro Aretino, although written in an old-fashioned tone, was quite engrossing and spared no raunchy details, so before I realized it an hour and a quarter had passed.
Remembering Tintin, I quickly went upstairs to the library where he usually worked. There he sat, reading a book as well, and looked up when he saw me. „Hello, Captain.“
„Just checking.“ I felt a little sheepish for being so overprotective. But even if he didn't know it, he was my love, and I would be damned if I let anything bad happen to him.
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I saw him again at dinner where Nestor served coq au vin with potatoes.
„How are you feeling, Tintin?“ I put a hand on his shoulder, trying to get a better look at his face.
„Well...“ He sat a little stiffly, avoiding my gaze, and rubbed his eyes. „Tired. I guess I'll go to bed early tonight.“
The alarm bells in my head started ringing. I'd stay in his room tonight! How could I leave him alone when he might be
(drugged,)
(poisoned)
No, no, I mustn't think that!
I looked at him, and so did Snowy, staring unspoken questions at his master. Tintin, paying no attention to either of us, picked at his food, then declared he wasn't hungry.
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.
.
Despite his assurances that he felt all right except for being tired, I was going to stay in his bedroom tonight. He did not object.
Tintin lay in his bed, Snowy had curled up on the bed's foot end, and both seemed to be asleep. Most likely the little dog would bark and wake me if I fell asleep too, but for now I would try my best to stay awake. Sitting in an armchair next to Tintin's bed, the night-lamp's lightswitch within my reach, I would be ready and alert should anything happen.
The darkness of the room was quiet and comfortable, and the only sounds were my own quiet breathing and Tintin's barely audible snoring.
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„Woof! Woof!“
Snowy's barking dragged me out of my slumber, and for a second I had no idea where I was, then I heard Tintin's voice and remembered.
Tintin was making strange sounds, moaning and breathing heavily. I had never heard him like this before. Where's the damned light switch? I found it with trembling fingers and turned on the light.
Tintin lay on the bed – well, he half lay, having his soles propped up on the mattress so he could arch up his hips as he – I couldn't believe my eyes! - grasped his erection, rubbing and stroking it vigorously, constantly bucking up his pelvis into his hands.
I blinked, still processing what I saw. It was a dream, wasn't it? Not my own – I pinched myself to make sure – but Tintin's wet dream. Of course. Tintin was a hot-blooded young man of only twenty-one years, of course he could have such dreams from time to time.
He did not notice me at all even through the light shone directly onto his face. Some dream, indeed! His eyes were closed, his brows furrowed in passionate torment, and he was working his entire body. His chest heaved ragged breaths as his hips rose and fell, his forehead and nose glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, and he tossed his head to the side, facing me, moaning and panting. In the golden lamplight I could see that his lips and cheeks had assumed a red touch as if kissed or pinched; even his nipples were erect and his toes curled.
My own cock rose within seconds of watching this spectacle, and for a moment I wondered what he was dreaming about; even wishing it was about me, and I scolded myself for such thoughts. As if he'd fantasize about someone old enough to be his father!
Tintin moaned so loudly that I was worried for a moment he might wake Nestor. But my thinking capability decreased proportionately to the speed at which the heat in my lower regions increased. I watched him, eyes wide, as he moaned and squirmed on the bed; and I gave my throbbing erection a few squeezes through my trousers. What a sight! I mustn't distract myself now, I had to record this event in my mind so I would remember it forever...
I watched Tintin's reddened face as he made a throaty sound. His body tensed, ready to climax; then I stared in amazement as his seed shot up high in the air – not just the first spurt but a second and third one, too! - landing with a splat on his skin and the sheets.
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to be continued
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From:Haddock/Tintin/Abdullah/Chang, sub!boys gang up on their master
Date: 2013-11-09 05:17 pm (UTC)Consensual, please.
Prompt: Crack!Fic - Haddock Gets Married
Date: 2013-11-21 04:12 am (UTC)Captain Haddock finally takes a wife, and she comes to live with he and Tintin in Marlinspike Hall. She gets along famously with the reporter, even going so far as to assume the role of a surrogate mother to him. She never explicitly states this intent but Tintin detects it and thinks it's hilariously foolish, managing to reject her materialistic comments at every turn with snarky yet kind witticism.
As it turns out it is laughably apparent that the Captain not only wed for appearance's sake, but that he's in love with, or at the very least, screwing the boy. His wife remains happily and comically oblivious, even as she witnesses some extremely heavy petting and suspect behavior. Bonus points if other people witness this.
Cheesy puns that could have come out of a 90s movie and/or scenes of complete debauchery are more than welcome. I'd prefer it to be more funny than angsty, with the wife in question somehow not being a complete fool in the end (perhaps she finds someone more suitable? she really knew the whole time? etc).
Re: Prompt: Crack!Fic - Haddock Gets Married
Date: 2013-11-21 09:08 am (UTC)Self-Prompt: Tintin's Sobriety
Date: 2013-11-30 07:26 pm (UTC)Fill: In Which Tintin Relinquishes Sobriety (1/?)
Date: 2013-11-30 07:32 pm (UTC)http://doubledecks.dreamwidth.org/35213.html
Fill: In Which Tintin Relinquishes Sobriety (2/?)
From:Haddock and Tintin Tarzan and Jane
Date: 2013-12-02 10:34 pm (UTC)Whom ever fills this prompt is free to transpose any other characters they see fit (e.g. I see the Professor as the expedition leader)
I would love to see where someone could take this.