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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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(Anonymous)
Aug. 9th, 2008 03:54 am (UTC)
.hack//G.U.
Haseo/Yata

Making Yata lose his cool, illicit hacks
(Anonymous)
Aug. 9th, 2008 03:56 am (UTC)
.hack//G.U.
Pi/Kuhn

Sado-masochism, being able to take a lot of pain, "don't treat me nicely".
(Anonymous)
Aug. 9th, 2008 03:58 am (UTC)
Persona 2 - Katsuya/Baofu - Snark.
(Anonymous)
Aug. 9th, 2008 03:59 am (UTC)
fandom: samurai champloo
pairing: mugen/jin
kink: prostitution, purchased sex
(Anonymous)
Aug. 9th, 2008 03:59 am (UTC)
delete the logged-in one
Bleach/Phoenix Wright, Edgeworth/Hinamori in the wake of 1-4/169. Comfortsex makes it worse. Bonus if they were their betrayers' lovers.
(Anonymous)
Aug. 9th, 2008 04:00 am (UTC)
Shin Megami Tensei: Nocturne - Shu/Collector Manikin - Falling in love with the most human creature left.
(Anonymous)
Aug. 10th, 2008 04:08 am (UTC)
1/2
He's self-aware enough to know what it means when the Collector Manikin calls out, "Be there with you in a second!" and his own heart seems to squeeze, half anticipation, half nerves.

He bites the inside of his cheek and tries not to say anything.

The Collector Manikin finally comes out of the back room with his calves and the smile on his face the only visible parts of him. "Sorry to keep you waiting," he says. "I was restocking the shelves and had my arms full of Wagtail Plumes. It could have got pretty nasty if I'd dropped everything to come running out."

"I wouldn't mind," the Demifiend says, then adds, "Just a joke."

The Collector Manikin laughs. "You want to Charm me? I'm not sure how I feel about that."

"Like I said, just a joke."

"Okay, okay," the Collector says. He leans over the counter, picks up his display kettle. "Would you like a cup of tea? You can catch me up on your adventures!"

***

None of them are really human anymore. Hijiri's insanity and death, Isamu's possession, Chiaki's possession. Yuko's forbidden god. And it's hard to say if Hikawa ever really was a normal human.

He feels alone, and all he has to do is look at himself to see how human he isn't.

"It's like I'm losing everything," the Collector Manikin says. His tea splashes a little with a spasm.

"You are?"

"We didn't exist before the vortex world," he says. "And after, there's so few humans left for me to meet."

"You really like humans, huh."

The Collector thinks about it. "I don't know if I like them, exactly," he says. "I'm just really interested. Humans do terrible things, and they do incredible things, and I'm not really sure I understand them. I just want more and more. I don't want to lose anything I can have. You're pretty much all there is!"

"And even I'm part demon."

"Maybe the human, as a creature, just doesn't exist anymore," the Collector says. "Maybe humanity's time is over. It's sad."

"Yeah."

"...Still, you have to keep a positive mindset," the Collector says. "I mean, there's so much human history left. Human history goes all the way back to the first human! Well, of course, that much is true, but..."

"How do you keep such a positive attitude, anyway?" the Demifiend asks.

The Collector twitches. He says, "Well, I have to, don't I? My time in this world, it's probably going to be really short. Whenever you decide, whatever reason's made, we probably won't exist any more. Unless Futomimi succeeds, of course! But... if he doesn't, we don't have time. And so much of my life already's been full of suffering and slavery, and -- I have to take what I can have."

"What do you want?"

"Everything."

"Everything?"

"The whole world," the Collector says, seriously. "Every human item in it. Every bit of life. I'd even take you if I could."

The Demifiend says, "Careful there. I might think you're coming onto me."

"Maybe I am," the Collector says. "Why not?"

"Don't take this the wrong way, but do you even know what sex is?"

"I'm not a child, and I'm not an idiot," the Collector says. "Don't think that just because I'm a little bit strange in the head, I don't know these things."

The Demifiend shifts in his seat. "But you guys don't even ...reproduce sexually."

"But we have sex," the Collector says.

"With each other?"

"Mostly with demons so far," the Collector admits. "I mean, we were slaves."

"...I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I'm fine." He smiles. "But yes, I'd like to have a human. In any way."

"Am I good enough?" the Demifiend asks.

The Collector seems to look at him, though it's hard to tell through the hood. "I like you too much," the Collector says. "I wouldn't let go."

"That's fine."

"Is it?"

"Yeah."

***

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(Anonymous)
Aug. 9th, 2008 04:01 am (UTC)
Phoenix Wright, von Karma/Edgeworth. Edgeworth is obviously inexperienced but very eager to please.
(Anonymous)
Aug. 9th, 2008 04:03 am (UTC)
FUN!!!!!
fandom: FAKE
characters: Dee & Ryo
kinks: bondage, gunplay
(Anonymous)
Aug. 10th, 2008 02:22 pm (UTC)
1/1
Dee had just kicked off his shoes when he felt a gun pressed against his back, and a quiet, "Don't move."

Despite the whispered order, Dee let his bag of groceries slip to the floor, then raised his hands slowly, just enough to prove he wasn't trying to reach for his own gun. He received another jab of the gun barrel against his back, and a slightly louder, "Don't move."

"I'm not!"

"Good."

The pressure moved away from his back, and Dee breathed again -- even if he was pretty sure no finger was on the trigger, it wasn't like it was safe to be playing like this. Then he felt his gun pulled out from where it was tucked at the back of his belt, heard the gentle sound of it being put down somewhere, and then cool steel against his neck, moving up to rest his ear. He swallowed hard.

"Foward." Not whispering any more, and yeah, it was Ryo. Which should mean he could relax, they'd set this up, discussed this. Except they hadn't discussed Ryo lurking behind his apartment door with a fucking gun. Dee tried to glance over his shoulder, but the gun pressed harder beneath his ear, and Ryo said, "Dee."

Dee expected the push onto his bed: that fit what Ryo was doing here. He wasn't expecting the cuffs already in place, attached to his bed, and how long had Ryo been here? He half-heartedly struggled against them anyway, checking how well they were attached. Not bad. And these weren't standard-issue: Ryo must've gone somewhere to get them.

"You're not paying attention," Ryo said, startling Dee back from his momentary day-dream of Ryo in a sex shop, picking this shit out. Dee blinked, and realized that Ryo was naked. Shy Ryo -- who still had the gun in his hand, tracing it down across Dee's chest, sensation too sharp for being felt through his shirt. Then Ryo smiled down at him, that soft warm smile that made Dee melt, and whispered, "Don't move." And pointed the gun right at his head. And started unbuttoning Dee's shirt with his other hand.

Shirt. Belt. Pants undone, and Jesus if Ryo had warned him he wouldn't have worn the stupid smiley-face boxers. But Ryo ignored the boxers, tugging them off with the pants and tossing them to the floor. Then the gun came down again, resting against his belly, and he wasn't supposed to be this hard, not tied up, not with Ryo kneeling between his legs and Ryo's gun warming against his skin.

"Do you want this?" Ryo asked, more thoughtful than really questioning. The gun traced little circles, almost but not quite touching Dee's dick.

Dee opened his mouth to say no, not really, the gun is-- and then Ryo slid the gun down alongside Dee's dick, over the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, up to press ever so slightly behind his balls, and his eyes slid closed, and what came out was, "Fuck -- god, please, you, not that, you--"

He wasn't sure if Ryo really laughed or if he just imagined it. Didn't matter. The gun vanished, and he actually whimpered, except then it was replaced by Ryo between his legs, Ryo prepping him roughly with lube from someplace, Ryo himself sliding into him and fucking him hard,, not Ryo's gun but Ryo.

Afterwards, when Ryo had undone the cuffs and cleaned him off, Dee cracked an eye open to look around. Maybe it was a toy gun or something? Except the only gun in the room was Ryo's police issue, sitting on the night stand next to the lube, almost innocent. Dee stared at it for a minute, then sighed and went to sleep. He'd talk to Ryo. Maybe. Some time when he hadn't come his brains out.
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(Anonymous)
Aug. 9th, 2008 04:03 am (UTC)
.hack//G.U.
Haseo/Bo
First times, early sexualization, unhealthy attachment
(Anonymous)
Aug. 9th, 2008 04:10 am (UTC)
fandom: naruto
pairing: naruto/neji
kink: humiliation
prompt: he didn't understand how every defeat felt like a victory
(Anonymous)
Aug. 9th, 2008 04:13 am (UTC)
fandom: oofuri
pairing: abe/mihashi
kink: nipple play
(Anonymous)
Aug. 9th, 2008 04:15 am (UTC)
fandom: oofuri
pairing: tajima/hanai
kink: competition, competitive hand jobs, blow jobs and hanai is totally invested in winning.
(Anonymous)
Aug. 10th, 2008 09:20 pm (UTC)
Weeks and weeks later, Hanai will look back and recognize the sly glint in Tajima's eye for what it really is, satisfaction. He's known Tajima for two years now and should know better, will kick himself for falling for something so blindingly obvious. Today, Hanai can only see the challenge in his grin and Hanai can do nothing but rise up.

“You're on,” he says, scrambling for the button of his slacks.

Tajima slithers out of his school pants and underwear, hard and bobbing stiffly in Hanai's direction. He's practically best friends with Tajima's dick --everyone who has ever showered or spent the night or ate lunch with Tajima is as much as it pops up and says hi-- but this is different. Knowing Tajima is about to preform zips down Hanai's spine, doubles by Tajima's tongue curled in concentration at the corner of his mouth, determined.

The sit knee to knee, curling up over their hands. The room floods full of their panting breaths, the soft sound of skin slapping on skin. Their knuckles brush, knock together, an accident at first but the third time neither of the shy away. Hanai moans at the fingers suddenly brushing against his wrist.

Tajima looks up at the sound, eyes wide like he's memorizing everything about Hanai. He comes with a small laugh, all over his fingers and Hanai's knee and it sends Hanai over the edge.

He blinks and shivers and blinks some more, unsure what is hotter, Tajima coming or Hanai winning.

::

It's a race to the bathrooms after practice, third years first, with Hanai and Tajima sprinting before the others even enter the dugout. The locker room door swings open, slams shut, and Tajima is pushing Hanai into a bathroom stall. He presses quick kisses into Hanai's neck and his cheek, calloused hand sliding into his pants.

“Let's see who can come first,” he says. “Before the rest of the team gets here.”

::

A week later and Hanai finds himself alone in the house with Tajima. He locks the door to his bedroom, heart rattling in his chest. Tajima is already undressing, down to his underwear with a grin.

“You know what happens if I win, right?” he calls out, hopping out of a sock.

Hanai swallows. “Yeah.”

He's not sure why he agreed to this bet because he knows Tajima as well as himself. There is no way he can come three times in a row.

He tries anyway.

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Weeks and weeks later, Hanai will look back and recognize the sly glint in Tajima's eye for what it really is, satisfaction. He's known Tajima for two years now and should know better, will kick himself for falling for something so blindingly obvious. Today, Hanai can only see the challenge in his grin and Hanai can do nothing but rise up.

“You're on,” he says, scrambling for the button of his slacks.

Tajima slithers out of his school pants and underwear, hard and bobbing stiffly in Hanai's direction. He's practically best friends with Tajima's dick --everyone who has ever showered or spent the night or ate lunch with Tajima is as much as it pops up and says hi-- but this is different. Knowing Tajima is about to preform zips down Hanai's spine, doubles by Tajima's tongue curled in concentration at the corner of his mouth, determined.

The sit knee to knee, curling up over their hands. The room floods full of their panting breaths, the soft sound of skin slapping on skin. Their knuckles brush, knock together, an accident at first but the third time neither of the shy away. Hanai moans at the fingers suddenly brushing against his wrist.

Tajima looks up at the sound, eyes wide like he's memorizing everything about Hanai. He comes with a small laugh, all over his fingers and Hanai's knee and it sends Hanai over the edge.

He blinks and shivers and blinks some more, unsure what is hotter, Tajima coming or Hanai winning.

<b>::</b>

It's a race to the bathrooms after practice, third years first, with Hanai and Tajima sprinting before the others even enter the dugout. The locker room door swings open, slams shut, and Tajima is pushing Hanai into a bathroom stall. He presses quick kisses into Hanai's neck and his cheek, calloused hand sliding into his pants.

“Let's see who can come first,” he says. “Before the rest of the team gets here.”

<b>::</b>

A week later and Hanai finds himself alone in the house with Tajima. He locks the door to his bedroom, heart rattling in his chest. Tajima is already undressing, down to his underwear with a grin.

“You know what happens if I win, right?” he calls out, hopping out of a sock.

Hanai swallows. “Yeah.”

He's not sure why he agreed to this bet because he <i>knows</i> Tajima as well as himself. There is no way he can come three times in a row.

He tries anyway.

<b::</b>

Mizutani is a liar, Hanai thinks at the five minute mark. Tajima's mouth is wet and his tongue licks up and down Hanai's dick like it's a frozen treat, so dirty. No one can go twenty minutes like this he comes less than a minute later, shocked when Tajima swallows with a smile.

But Tajima can, apparently, the stop watch goes of and Tajima is still hard in his mouth. He moans, spreading a hand against Hanai's cheek, urging him to go deep again. Hanai tries, tries hard, but he knows he's lost this round.

<b>::</b>

“I bet I can make you come like this,” Tajima whispers, forearm flexing between Hanai's thighs.

Hanai doesn't doubt his words at this point, only pulls his knees tight to his chest and tries to remember how to breathe.
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(Anonymous)
Aug. 9th, 2008 04:17 am (UTC)
fandom: oofuri
pairing: abe
kink: self-pleasure/masturbation
prompt: everything i can't have
(Anonymous)
Aug. 9th, 2008 04:21 am (UTC)
fandom: air gear
pairing: kazu/ikki/ringo
kink: double penetration
prompt: he never thought he'd end up between friends
(Anonymous)
Aug. 9th, 2008 04:25 am (UTC)
hitman reborn!
pairing: yamamoto/squalo
kink: sword play
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