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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.



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.



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