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Kink Meme 8-8-2008

So we're having the kink meme to end all kink meme (at least I'd like to think so). And we need your help to make it a success.

In honor of the Olympics, Em and I are hosting, what we hope will be, the biggest and grandest kink party ever and you're all invited. All you need to do is think up the dirtiest, smutiest, most likely to produce the yummiest porn requests (in 24 words or less) and leave it as an anonymous comment to this post. All comments will be screened, with the reveal taking place at noon tomorrow. Our goal is to reach 24 (3 x8 = August 8th, 2008 - yes, I'm corny like that) pages of panty-wetting goodness by the time we reach the 11:59 PM EST mark on Sunday. Your goal, should you choose to accept it, is to help us reach our target.

Here are the rules, my lovelies.

This is how it works:

* Post an anonymous request here. All requests will be screened until noon tomorrow. Don't forget to include fandom, characters and kink, the rest is up to you. However, prompts must be 24 words or less. {Check out this list for ideas}

* Any and all ratings, pairings and fandoms welcome.

* Requests for art can be made and we definitely encourage our artists to participate if they have the time and are inspired by any of the prompts. [LEAVE EACH REQUEST AS A COMMENT]

* Everyone's invited and more than one person can take on a prompt.
See four responses to a prompt, but want to add your own point of view? Bring it on! There can never be enough porn written for this comm, ladies and gents!

* Please please please no bashing or rude comments. Your squick may be someone else's bulletproof kink. And dude, we're here for the party, so if you have nothing constructive to say, move along!

* Once you're replied to a request, please drop us a link here as a anonymous comment. Em and I would like to keep track of all fic and art posted as we attempt to reach our target.

* A reveal will take place in which authors/artists will take off their virtual masks and reveal their true identity to the readers.

Spread the word! Smut will rule the world! At least for this weekend.



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Aug. 9th, 2008 01:01 am (UTC)
Kyou Kara Maou, Gwendall/Annissina.

First time sex.
Aug. 9th, 2008 01:02 am (UTC)
X/1999, Subaru x Kamui.

Sap, fluff, gentleness, first time sex.
Aug. 15th, 2008 01:22 pm (UTC)
ugh ugh i haven't written porn in so long it fails! sorry! D:

Sunlight came in thin slants through the blinds pulled over the window, and the afternoon was still and quiet, with the faint sound of birds singing and cars honking in the distance. For a moment, Subaru couldn't breathe for the peace he felt in the world; was afraid to breathe out lest it break if his sigh was too heavy.

Kamui spoke: "You don't have to...if you don't want to."

Subaru opened his eyes and looked at the way the lights were soft in Kamui's tousled black hair, made the darkness in his eyes warm, and illuminated the blush that arched across his cheeks, the nervous cast of his eyelashes.

Subaru was unable to keep in the smile that moved slowly across his face; his heart was pounding, but he wasn't too scared for this. Leaning back, Subaru moved a hand over to cup Kamui's neck, run a gentle thumb along his soft skin; his palm was sweaty, and Kamui's pulse was jumping.

Softly, he told the younger boy, "I want to. Very much so."

"O, oh," Kamui stared at him intensely, and then his face broke out shining with that abrupt smile of his, almost too sharp but strangely pure. His blush worsened, and he swallowed, fidgeting closer on the bed, so that their knees knocked, the sheets tangled. He curled his hand closer to Subaru's chest, and played with the zipper of his jacket; "That's-" his voice cracked and he cleared his throat quickly, "that's good."

Leaning closer, Subaru breathed in his scent, of boy and sweat and clothes clean from the dryer; the faint sharp spice of his magic. He pressed his forehead to Kamui's, eyes wide so he could take in the boy's lovely violet eyes. Low, he asked, "Is this what you want?"

Kamui didn't answer him in words; his actions had always spoken louder, been stronger, more sure. He pressed closer, his chapped lips against Subaru's in a bright clear instant that was like the ringing of bells, like swords chiming off each other. Subaru sucked in a breath, his hand curling back around the nape of Kamui's neck, wanting this more than he'd thought he could want anything else ever again.

"Kamui," he breathed, and Kamui opened his lips to lick his name from Subaru's mouth. Subaru opened wide to let him, sliding his leg between Kamui's, pulling him closer. It almost scared him how much he felt in that moment, like Kamui had fitted all his broken pieces together, and when he'd done it he'd remade him, and it was like his heart wasn't so much big like it once was - he could never be that innocent again - instead like all it could focus on was Kamui, and it reflected and multiplied the emotions, and Kamui was just so much that he filled him overbright, and it was almost more than he could handle, but wasn't. It was a quiet, aching goodness. A future in the arms of a boy savior as hurt as he was, a reason to let go of the past because here was someone to heal, who understood, who knew him perfectly because he was just like him, and loved him despite it.

Subaru made a noise, feeling like he was on fire, shifting so that he lay half over Kamui, who gasped and arched, not still, but hungry for touch, for motion. Subaru tangled his tongue with Kamui's and slid a hand beneath the boy's shirt, feeling soft skin littered with scars, feeling like he'd explode into light.

Kamui mewled, in the back of his throat, working feverishly against him; a teenager and Subaru knew what that was like. Subaru wanted him to feel good, half as good as he made Subaru feel just with his earnest presence; Subaru pulled back slowly, kissed down his neck so he could hear the cries Kamui made better; unbuttoned his jeans, worked down his zipper.

Kamui trembled beneath him, and Subaru shivered and felt the heat of that reaction roar straight through him, harden his cock in his jeans. He reached into Kamui's boxers and pulled him free, leaned his head back so he could see the pleasure-shock in Kamui's bright eyes, the red smudge of his mouth, and his darting pink tongue against his teeth as he spoke Subaru's name in hissing hungry need.
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Aug. 9th, 2008 01:12 am (UTC)
Weiss Kreuz, Omi/Yohji, crossdressing.
Aug. 9th, 2008 01:15 am (UTC)
Kingdom Hearts
prompt: bare bottomed OTK spanking, 'you should've listened to daddy'
Aug. 9th, 2008 01:16 am (UTC)
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: 13x6; TreizexZechs
Kink: ...Rough sex & schoolgirl outfits. Force/blackmail/drugs/alcohol involved in the achievement of the latter (and probably the former too). ♥
Aug. 19th, 2008 07:46 am (UTC)
Deflowering Zechs Merquis Pt. 1
Title: Deflowering Zechs Merquis
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: Zechs/Treize
Warnings: Underage sex, M/M, Consensual and Nonconsensual Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Implications of Incestual Play, Very Dirty Language, Discipline, VERY OOC character behavior
A/N: Anonymity be hanged! Also, I had to take this prompt because Gundam Wing was my first love. ^_^

Location: Military Academy, Earth.
Time: Mid-August, Lunch Time, A.C. 190 (Shortly after Zech’s 15th Birthday)

The mess hall was crowded, as always. First-year academy students were expected to stay on campus grounds for the most part, for security reasons. It was harder to control students who wandered around town during the lunch hour. In the interest of keeping local complaints to a minimum, freshmen were required to take an accompanying upperclassman if they wanted to leave the school grounds. So the long rows of metal benches were typically filled with crowds of hungry cadets, all looking to get ahead of their classmates by stuffing themselves with high-protein slop and picking fights at lunch.
Zechs didn’t particularly care where he ate. These days, the tasteless mush coming from the cafeteria was about the same as anything the average diner would serve up. He could sit in a corner and savor his mashed potatoes—straight from the flake—and ravioli—rubber and tomato paste, he was certain—without concerning himself with the petty posing of the other students. Unfortunately, they didn’t always let him eat in peace. It was only the second week of training, and already he had experienced the loving attentions of the upperclassmen. They were especially fond of tormenting the new students, particularly the discipline committee. And you didn’t have to work very hard to get in trouble.
The sharp clicking of boot heels on tile proved his reveries to be true. Although they were all required to wear uniforms at all times on campus, the discipline committee took great pleasure in being perfectly shined and polished. In fact, it was one of the things that they obsessively regulated in other students. Steely blue eyes stared straight ahead as he dipped his fork into his mashed potatoes, completely ignoring the ebony boots that stopped immediately next to his bench. He even went so far as to pretend to be enjoying the cardboard food, letting his eyes slide closed and quirking one corner of his mouth into a sardonic smile.
“Cadet.” The words were firm, but not completely harsh. It was obvious to whom the voice was referring. Zechs slowly set his fork down, and turned his head to look at the most impressive undergraduate he’d ever seen. The man before him obviously valued his uniform above all else, because it was pristine. His boots were shined to the point of brilliance, his coat and pants were perfectly pressed, and his auburn hair was immaculately slicked back. He even wore white gloves, which most trainees left in their dorm rooms. Zechs suddenly felt slightly out of place: he had left his coat in his room, his platinum hair was tangled and loose from the morning drills, and his boots were dirty. Nothing to be done now, though. “Yes?” the blond responded, leaving formalities.
The upperclassman was not amused.
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Aug. 9th, 2008 01:17 am (UTC)
prince of tennis
fuji sticking cactus spines in places that hurt. ♥ take that in as perverted a fashion as you please.
Aug. 10th, 2008 03:06 pm (UTC)
i posted them wrong


in two pieces for length
Aug. 9th, 2008 01:19 am (UTC)
Kingdom Hearts 2
kink: domination, collars/leashes, forced boot kissing/licking
Aug. 9th, 2008 01:20 am (UTC)
Kingdom Hearts, Xigbar/Demyx
prompt: massage + tickling, "S-Seriously, I *don't* want a massage, just drop it!"
Aug. 9th, 2008 01:21 am (UTC)
Tenipuri! Anyone having sex in the Bird's Nest... Or I suppose an Olympic tennis court will do too. Exhibitionism optional.

Aug. 11th, 2008 02:44 am (UTC)
(Sorry - complete fail on the porn.)

Ryoma isn't due to play until Sunday, but he skips the Opening Ceremony anyway. Standing around for hours listening to people scream isn't his idea of fun. Instead, he wanders out to the Olympic Tennis Center, or whatever they're calling it. It's dark and silent when he arrives, and the security guards don't think much of a man trying to enter an abandoned building at night, but eventually he manages to get them to look at his Athlete's Pass and they let him.

Inside, his footsteps echo in the silence as he walks out on to Main Court and stands in the centre. Above him, the empty grandstands loom, but they'll be more intimidating when they're full of screaming Chinese fans - he's drawn Yu Xinyuan in the first round. He probably won't have much trouble, but his head just at the thought of the clamour.

"I expected I'd find you here," a voice startles him, and Ryoma turns to see a dark shadow leaning on the railing of the grandstand above him.

He smiles, and tugs down his cap. "Hello, buchou."

"Aren't we a bit old for that?" Tezuka asks, but he sounds amused as he turns and descends the steps to the court. "And you're the captain of Japan's tennis team, as well. It should be the other way around."

"You'll always be buchou to me," Ryoma says lightly, watching Tezuka's careful paces, the way his long back is always perfectly straight. "I didn't expect to see you here, though. How uncharacteristically irresponsible!"

Tezuka frowns reprovingly at him, stepping onto the flat ground and making his way on to the court. "I had some soreness in my left calf this morning, and my trainer wanted to get in some extra therapy before matches start."

Ryoma's eyebrows lift despite himself. "Is it serious?"

"No, nothing," Tezuka dismisses the idea impatiently, but that means nothing with Tezuka. Ryoma makes a mental note to corner Tezuka's trainer some time tomorrow. In his capacity as captain of the Japanese tennis team, of course.

"Well, what are you doing here, then?" he asks. "Shouldn't you be resting?"

"I was looking for you," Tezuka says. He's standing close to Ryoma now, close enough that Ryoma can feel his warmth against the chill night air, and looking down at him from the height advantage that Ryoma could never quite overcome.

Ryoma stretches up and kisses him. It's a quiet kiss, gentle and without urgency, and their arms settle around each other with the ease of long familiarity. They're no longer child prodigies, taking the world by storm. Seigaku lies a long way behind them, but this at least remains the same.

"You know," Ryoma says, when they break apart slightly, his arms still wrapped around Tezuka's shoulders just as Tezuka's strong hands rest lightly on Ryoma's hips, "it occurs to me that I have... well, a duty as your teammate to keep you off your feet."

Tezuka was already casting his eyes to the heavens by the time Ryoma reached 'duty'. "Focus on your first match," he says, firmly but not without regret.

Ryoma smiles and doesn't push it. "I am," he says docilely. When Tezuka looks suspiciously at him, his smile takes more of the air of a smirk. "Of course, I'll be expecting lots of congratulatory sex after I win gold."

"After I win gold," Tezuka corrects him, eyes narrowing.

Ryoma can't help but grin. "Sounds like a win-win situation to me." Tezuka groans, and Ryoma adds, "But, just for the record? It's definitely going to be me."
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Aug. 9th, 2008 01:23 am (UTC)
Kingdom Hearts
pairing - Luxord/Demyx
kink - deep throating
prompt - "How much you wanna bet I can't do it?"
Aug. 9th, 2008 01:24 am (UTC)
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: 393
Prompt: Goku in a schoolgirl outfit, complete with frilly panties, driving Sanzo to distraction, pushing his buttons until he cracks. Bonus for sextoys and bondage.
Aug. 20th, 2008 02:48 pm (UTC)
Saiyuki, "Fucking Schoolgirls", Sanzo/Goku, NC-17. Part I.
Sanzo can hear him scuffing about outside his study but doesn't look up from the paperwork he jabs at with his pen. Stupid ink's running out. What remains seems intent on coming out in blobs and splatters, making a royal mess where his signature should be.

“Oy, stop idling out there and get me another pen.” Only thirty more documents to pass then he can quit for the night, find himself a cool spot to sit and drink an even cooler beer. “Did you hear me, Goku?”

Not 'monkey' any more, not since India and that last black night. The moniker lurks in Sanzo's mind but every time he goes to say it he stops and thinks of India, thinks 'Goku' is more fitting for a man who's walked through hell at his arm and come out the other side with his sanity intact.

Shuffle, scuff – Goku's still nearby. Maybe he hasn't heard. Shuffle, scuff – but he sounds different, though Sanzo can't pinpoint why or how. Doesn't care. There's too much tedious paperwork to finish.


It's like the sound of something soft being rubbed, maybe. Something soft against something soft. What the hell? Like fabric through fingertips, or linen draped around a body that's moving with the grace of a cat.

That's when Goku appears in the doorway.

He might as well be a fork of lightning or a bullet fired from a gun. The impact of disbelief that barrels into Sanzo would've no doubt sent him to the flagstones were he not sitting down.

“What in the name of blue fuck are you wearing?” The words come out slow and dark, but weaker than Sanzo intends.

Adjusting the little skirt around his trim waist, Goku stares at him. “You don't like it?” Skirt might be too liberal – that thing is no more than a freaking belt, barely coming to the tops of Goku's thighs. From his vantage point Sanzo sees a tease of white frilly silk and the bulge of balls encased within, just below the grey hem. Gaze travelling up a notch, he snaps his mouth shut at the sight of the long, thick hard line pushing the skirt outward. “Thought you might wanna try somethin' different,” Goku adds with a smile blooming.

Something different is putting it mildly; this is something else. The startlement of Goku in a small pleated school skirt and a white blouse that's too tight to be legal begins to drop away, and suspicion takes its place.

“You've been talking to that damn kappa, haven't you?” Sanzo says. “Is this one of his ideas? I'll kill his worthless ass if it is.”

Goku's eyebrows shoot up. “No! I read about this in a magazine, 's all.”

Now it's Sanzo who raises an eyebrow. Given their temple surroundings, he fails to see where Goku would stumble upon such a magazine.

“Not here,” Goku explains quickly. “At uh... Gojyo's place.”

“I knew it.” Sanzo's jaw muscles work tightly in his face. “I knew that bastard had a hand in this.”

“Aw, c'mon, Sanzo. It wasn't like Gojyo told me to read it. He was out takin' a slash an' I just picked up a mag from his dresser.”

Oh, so Goku's been gleaning tips from Gojyo's dodgy porn stash, has he? Sanzo isn't a hundred percent surprised – where the kappa and porn are concerned, anything is possible. “You look–” hot, he looks fucking hot and you know it, your dick knows it, “–ridiculous,” Sanzo tells him, ignoring the twitch of tension in his lap, the way his balls tighten. “I have too much work to do without random pantomimes. Go get me another pen.”

“But I went an' got this especially from town! I even picked out shoes. But I nearly broke my neck when I tried walking in 'em. So I might hafta practice–”
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Aug. 9th, 2008 01:25 am (UTC)
(Kingdom Hearts)
Organization 13/Demyx
kink+prompt: Ball-gags and the subsquent drooling, 'public' bondage. "Excessive chatter and interuptions are not acceptable during our meetings, Nine."
Aug. 10th, 2008 02:39 am (UTC)
Silence is porn-star tan.
"- Gag him."

Demyx blinks, and has a second to wonder if Xemnas is serious before Xigbar disappears in a portal- and then there are hands yanking down his hood and some thing forcing his jaws open and Xemnas was plenty serious. He's not personally familiar with them but he knows a ball gag when it's prying his mouth open and being fastened at the back of his neck, pulling his fucking hair.

He protests, as loudly as he can in the situation, eyes darting to the indifference on some faces and the all-too obvious interest on the rest. Axel is smirking, bastard. Xigbar is smirking too, he's sure of it, but can't see it because there's a hand reaching for his zipper and gee, it might be a good idea to fight back, but Xemnas is still staring at him and he doesn't care whether they have hearts or not, the Superior is just creepy.

His coat is being yanked downward, inside-out over itself and his arms and he can't move his elbows- can't move his arms higher than his stomach. The noise suppressed by the gag is something like 'mmmmhfff- mmmMMMMmmmmmm' and Xigbar tweaks one of his exposed nipples.

"Now what's the point if you could just reach up and yank it out again, huh?"

Xigbar licks the rim of his ear, in front of all the rest of them, and it's surreal, it's more fucking surreal than the fact that they can travel long distances through holes in reality and that Demyx can pull his sitar out of nowhere and Saix' hair is blue.

Xigbar goes back to his own chair.

Demyx sits there, exposed (not that he can work up enough indignation to blush) and vulnerable (not that he can feel the dread he thinks should be pooling in his stomach) and the meeting continues.

He thinks about calling a Dusk for help 'mmmph-mppph-mmmff'. Yeah right. He thinks about slipping back to the room they gave him, but he got gagged and a little stripped for talking too much and he's pretty sure they want him to stick around and be punished.

So he sits there, and damn it's cold in the room and if Axel never noticed before, he sure as hell does now because he's staring. At Demyx' chest. At his tight nipples.

Finally, finally the meeting ends. Lexaeus and Xaldin leave but Xigbar's still there, still leering, and Axel's stuck around, and the rest are looking at him like they're thinking very hard and (oh shit, oh shit) Xemnas gives him a long look before leaning slightly toward Xigbar and saying, "Leave him gagged for the duration."

Xigbar grimaces. "It's a waste of a perfectly good hole."

"What you do on your own time is of no matter to me, II," before he leaves.

Demyx paid so much attention to that little exchange that he didn't notice Vexen rolling his eyes and calling a portal-

"Aww, Vex- c'mon. You don't think he's cute?"

There's something obscene about the way Xigbar says 'cute', and every other endearment.

"I do not perform for you, Xigbar."

"I hear tell you don't perform at all!" is the parting shot and Vexen's gone. Vexen's reaction gave Zexion something to think about and he's leaving by the door at the base of his throne. Demyx never saw him move, but swears he heard something like 'another time' and if he weren't still watching the three left his reaction would be something like 'WHAT?'

Xigbar turns to the other two Neophytes. "Well?"

"Hell," Axel drawls, "I love a good show."

Saix doesn't look anywhere as enthusiastic but, "If the Superior wills it."

Demyx isn't sure if he'd like to feel worse about this. Then Xigbar's gone, and back, and there are hands under his armpits, dragging him out of his throne and the Freeshooter's voice in his ear. "I think we might ride the duration out and right into free time, Nocturne. By the time we're done with that gag, well damn- I'll be out of lube. Saliva works if you don't have better."

Shit. His voice is sexy when it's low. Demyx' cock twitches slightly as Xigbar opens a portal.

"Follow us back to my room, boys-"

Axel and Saix open portals and disappear into them.

It could have been worse, Demyx realizes. What if they weren't planning to use lube at all?
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Aug. 9th, 2008 01:26 am (UTC)
Pirates of the Caribbean, Elizabeth/Tia Dalma. Fascination. "The existence of the sea means the existence of pirates".
Aug. 9th, 2008 05:44 pm (UTC)
Tia Dalma is stained teeth and marked skin, silks shredded to rags, a woman but something else entirely beneath all that. These are the things Elizabeth can see; the things Elizabeth knows, because for all her adventures, part of her cannot dream as she wishes it could. She is a practical young woman and she knows what is real, does not believe in what lies beyond that.

As long as there are people and as long as there is a sea, there will be those who seek to conquer it.

And as long as there are those who seek to conquer, there will be those who push against that.

Barbossa and Jack Sparrow have taught her that the sea isn't something all men want to conquer; some dance with her, want to worship her, take her tempers in stride and love her truer than they did any other woman.

Elizabeth does not know when she started thinking of the sea as a woman, but as mired as she is in common sense, she forgets a lot what drives her into making some of her decisions. Willfulness, her father called it.

Tia Dalma says it's the right of a woman.

Elizabeth rests her head against smooth, dark thighs, amazed by the heat hidden here despite knowing full well her own legs hide the same secrets. Tia's hair is as dark and unruly down here as it is above, and she tastes like seawater, salt and wet and dark, hidden depths. Elizabeth doesn't think in terms of sins and virtues anymore; she knows what she wants and she seeks it out whatever way she can.

"You have the soul of a pirate," Tia had told her, and then laughed, because Elizabeth was more than any pirate; she was the king of pirates. Daughter of a Governor, and now this.

Tia rises and falls, aches and moans like the Black Pearl itself as Elizabeth's fingers move inside her, and Elizabeth shivers herself, pants for air as if her corset had been sliced open, and she is fearful of this freedom but needs it. Needs it more than anything, more, nearly, than Will; and she cannot share this with him. Will is normality and not knowing secrets hidden by the earth and the depths of the ocean.

Tia, without even needing to say anything, shows Elizabeth what she wants to know and more, and all the while looks back at her with eyes that know more than others could ever discover. Maybe more than they should ever discover.

And Tia's groan as Elizabeth brings her to the edge is at once unholy and divine in a way the gods in books are too frightened to be.
Aug. 9th, 2008 01:29 am (UTC)
Saiyuki: a FOURSOME orgy featuring lots of rimming, and each characters special reactions to it.
Aug. 9th, 2008 01:30 am (UTC)
Shin Megami Tensei: Nocturne, Dante/Nyx: Flirting - "So a devil hunter walks into a bar..."
Aug. 9th, 2008 06:06 pm (UTC)
A devil hunter walks into a bar and says "Ouch".

This is largely because the devil hunter had been around lower level demons long enough that any attempts at seduction had largely been reduced to "With tits like that you must be a goer".

Lady Nyx was of a higher class of demon.

A higher class with a voice that could burst eardrums. And a slap that could floor God.

Some time later, a devil hunter walks into a bar and says "Sorry".

It's a good start. Lady Nyx is of a higher class of demon and knows how to accept an apology.

The devil hunter sits down and orders a drink, doesn't look away when she bends over to retrieve glasses from beneath the bar, and in between looking says, "So, what's your star sign?".

"All of them," Nyx replies, but for all the sternness of her expression, it never quite reaches her eyes.

A bar in the underworld is as much the center of activity as bars in the human world had ever been, and Dante finds that even demons are quite capable of hating each other with enough organisation to warrant hiring hitmen. He wouldn't have classed himself as a hitman before, but when it's demons killing demons there's no real hiding the lack of distinction between friend and foe.

Lady Nyx doesn't mind the visits. Customers with a vocabulary beyond "drink" or, on special occasions, "gimme drink", are rare. And sometimes appreciated.

And Dante very clearly appreciates her, though these days at least there's more to his appreciation than the depths of her bosom and curve of her ass.

"Gotta love a brain like that, babe."

"You'd have to look a little higher to see it."

Closing time - more on account of Nyx's need to restock the bar than for any actual need to rest or any acknowledgement of the time - and Dante helps out with taking out the trash; Loki's deceptively heavy which might have something to do with being a condensed frost giant, or could just be from drinking enough to drown a whale.

It's Lady Nyx's turn to smirk and raise an eyebrow as she asks Dante if he'd be interested in going to hers for coffee.

With Nyx out of the bar Dante suddenly realises that she's a good foot taller than him.

And that is hot.

"Hot and strong, just how I like my women."

"You have no idea," Lady Nyx replies.

A devil hunter walks into a bar and says "Ouch". It isn't a complaint.

Still, the good, very good whisky does help distract from the bruises that'll last for days.

Dante's hoping next time he'll get a scar. Just a little reminder.

Lady Nyx is as flawless and unruffled as ever.

But she is a higher class of demon.
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