cleo: First Annual Femslash Kink Meme!

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cleo) wrote,
@ 2009-07-11 22:49:00

Current location:	I live in Ohio now
Entry tags:	femslash, fic meme, kink meme, open post

First Annual Femslash Kink Meme!

Thank you, prompters, writers, and readers! The kink meme is no longer taking prompts!

If you want to respond to an unclaimed prompt, check the Unclaimed prompts sticky post and reply there! Please don't respond to this post.

femslash_today's amazingly hot and awesome porn battle just ended, and where does that leave me? Wanting more porn, of course!

The International Day of Femslash is roughly a week away, so this will run from now until midnight the 18th.

-Femslash prompts only. This means any character that identifies as female with any other character that identifies as female.
-State the fadom(s).
-Pick your ~~poison~~ pairing.
-Pick a kink, any kink! It's a kink meme; the kink is your prompt!
-RPFS, incest, noncon, dubcon, and all those other fantasies you keep hidden in dark closets are okay. This is your warning.
-Post your prompts anonymously. Anonymous commenting is enabled. You don't need an account to comment!
-You can respond to prompts anonymously or not--whatever your preference might be. Just remember, post your prompts anonymously.
-Stories must fit into a comment. If they are too long, post in multiple linked comments. Or stories may be posted in your journal and linked via comment (if you prefer to wait and link your story on IDoF, that cool too).
-For every request you make, try to fill one request. It's no fun if there are loads and loads of requests with no PORN!
-HAVE FUN!

Sample Requests:

Law and Order SVU: Liz/Casey, spanking
The West Wing/Criminal Minds: Abbey/Emily, penance/punishment
Forever Knight: Natalie/Janette, candle play

-The Kink Meme will be open until midnight July 18th!
-Remember, the kink is your prompt!

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	(Anonymous) 2009-07-12 03:00 am UTC (link)
	Law & Order: SVU: Liz/Alex, begging. (Reply to this) (Thread)

Yours, Law and Order: SVU, Liz/Alex, begging

lexus_grey
2009-07-18 07:41 pm UTC (link)

(Haven't written SVU in awhile! Hope this is okay ;) )

"Please?"

Liz laughed sharply. "Why should I?"

Alex jerked in her bonds, trying to free herself. "Because I can't do it myself," she snapped.

Liz slapped her face, hard enough to sting her palm and leave an instant red mark. "Behave."

Alex cried out, working her jaw in silence for several long moments to ease the sting, realizing she really was going to have to behave. Tears pricked at her eyes, not for being punished but because she needed Liz and wasn't even close to getting what she needed. "I'm sorry," she said, much more quietly, looking at Liz with wide, teary eyes. "Please," she tried again.

Again, Liz asked, "why should I?"

Alex was smart enough to think about her answer first, and she swallowed evenly, keeping her gaze on Liz as she spoke. "Because I need you."

"Oh, now you need me? That's just rich coming from the woman who publicly humiliated me in the courtroom two hours ago. I should be done with you, Alex."

"I'm sorry!" Alex cried desperately, wriggling in her bonds again. "I had to! You know that Liz, I had no choice! It wasn't personal... please... I need you."

Liz debated forgiving her right then, but if she was honest with herself, she liked this side of Alex. She liked the begging. "What exactly do you need me for?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Everything," Alex replied instantly.

"Be more specific." Liz's tone was sharp, but with a hint of affection buried far beneath the surface.

"I need your fingers inside me, I need your hand around my throat, I need your lips on mine, your tongue in my mouth, your body against me... I need you to forgive me, and love me, as much as I love you... please, Liz, please love me. Please touch me. I need you," Alex whispered, tears finally sliding down her cheeks.

Liz didn't want to show how deeply Alex's words affected her. It was hard not to show it on her face, but she managed to stay sharp and stern, choosing to say nothing in response. She merely moved over Alex and slipped two fingers easily into her, Alex's legs spreading wider, hips pressing up seeking more. Her other hand went to curl around Alex's throat, pressing lightly, asserting the control she knew Alex craved. "Are you mine?"

"Yes," Alex gasped, her eyes closing, hips bucking, back arching to press her throat harder against Liz's hand.

"You'd never give yourself to anyone else?"

"Never," Alex swore, shaking her head desperately.

"And especially not to slimy defense attorneys?"

"Especially not," Alex breathed. "Please, Liz..." She opened her eyes and stared up, finally seeing the forgiveness she wanted and needed. And as Liz's lips closed over her own, tongue possessively invading her mouth, she came.

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Re: Yours, Law and Order: SVU, Liz/Alex, begging - (Anonymous), 2009-07-18 11:04 pm UTC (Expand)

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	(Anonymous) 2009-07-12 03:17 am UTC (link)
	Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Dawn/Tara, Lavender (Reply to this)

	(Anonymous) 2009-07-12 03:19 am UTC (link)
	Law & Order: SVU: Liz/Alex, prostitution (Reply to this) (Thread)

(Anonymous)
2009-07-13 05:56 pm UTC (link)

Walking the length of a seedy city block in black thigh-high stiletto boots and a nearly-sheer miniskirt, Alexandra Cabot let her eyes drift left and then right. She didn't do this often, and never for the money, but sometimes the anonymity and power of the experience were too much to resist.

A car approached, slowing to a halt in front of her. After an excruciating minute, the back tinted passenger window began to lower. This individual had a DRIVER? She prayed it wasn't someone she knew, though the chances were slim. Over the top of the dark glass, she spied a familiar dirty blonde mop of locks. Donnelly. FUCK.

"Can I help you, ma'am?" Alex cooed in a voice that was nearly an octave higher than her own husky tone. She hoped she wasn't recognizable.

"How much for the night?" the judge asked, the smirk on her face giving Alex's secret away.

"For you? Two thousand dollars." Maybe the amount would scare Donnelly away. What the fuck was the judge doing in this part of town, anyway?

The door of the black sedan opened smoothly, and the judge slid over to the driver's side of the backseat, patting the expensive leather as an indication that the attorney should join her.

Alex hesitated. Either way, this situation wasn't going to go according to plan. Finally she sighed, and eased herself into the seat next to her boss. She closed the door behind her, locking eyes with Donnelly as the judge flippantly deposited a large wad of bills into the floorboards of the sedan.

Leaning in to kiss Alex, the judge ran her fingers over the slender shoulders of her companion. She knew Alex's secret, and tonight, was planning to use it to her advantage.

As the kiss grew frenzied, releasing tension between the two women that neither had acknowledged, Liz began to haphazardly undress the attorney. Her lacy bustier and miniskirt quickly found a place on the floor. Liz released the clips on the garter belt as Alex moaned beneath her. Thank god those stiletto boots weren't going anywhere.

"Liz, please," Alex begged.

"Please, what?" said the judge, the amusement apparent in her throaty voice. She could feel the increasing dampness between the attorney's thighs.

"Fuck me, Liz. Hard. Now." The younger blonde slung a leg up over the headrest of the seat in front of her, exposing herself to the judge.

Liz slowly eyed the prize in front of her, and began to tease the attorney with a fingertip, tracing lazy circles around her clit. She wanted Alex to beg for it.

"LIZ!" exclaimed Alex, "Please?"

Suddenly aroused at hearing the blonde beg for her touch, Liz entered with three fingers and began to thrust, curving her fingertips slightly upward and listening to the appreciative grunts. She heard Alex's sharp intake of breath as she bit down hard on a nipple, pulling it upward between her teeth.

"Harder," Alex hissed. Letting your boss fuck you in the backseat of her car for money was wrong, wasn't it? Too late, now. She was having too much fun.

The judge increased her pace, growing wetter at her rhythmic pumping while circling the blonde's enlarged clit with her thumb. Alex writhed with pleasure and began to moan loudly until Liz felt the familiar clamp of muscle on her hand and saw the release splayed across the younger attorney's face. Removing her hand, the judge began to suck seductively on her index finger, fully enjoying the earthy taste. Panting, both women looked one another in the eye.

After a few moments, Judge Donnelly spoke.

"Gather your things," she motioned toward the cash and discarded clothing with one arched brow, "I'll see you in court tomorrow morning, Counselor."

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	(Anonymous) 2009-07-12 03:20 am UTC (link)
	Buffy: Faith/Buffy, knife-play. (Reply to this) (Thread)(Expand)

(Anonymous)
2009-07-12 04:29 am UTC (link)

It shouldn't do this, shouldn't make the electricity tingle from her neck to her clit in one straight motion.

She shouldn't be moaning, shouldn't feel her hips bucking at the air.

The rasp of the blade running over her skin is too potent to ignore, as razor sharp as the smile of the woman holding it. Maybe too sharp, as the faintest of stings accompanies the next rasp with its electric shock.

Faith just leans in, licking at the faint line of blood, before leaning up and kissing Buffy hard, the blade between them, and Buffy rocking toward the other hand swirling on her curls.

"Fuck..."

"Going to, blondie..." The blade traces the lines of her abs with the knife, and Buffy's so damn sure she's going to a special hell because it's Faith and this is wrong...and a flick of a thumb pushes her right over, the metal cold against her skin as Faith watches just what power she's found on her sister-slayer.

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Circa Season 3 - (Anonymous), 2009-07-16 08:37 am UTC (Expand)

	(Anonymous) 2009-07-12 03:21 am UTC (link)
	Guiding Light Olivia/Natalia Bondage (Reply to this) (Thread)

(Anonymous)
2009-07-12 03:41 am UTC (link)

Natalia checked the ropes one more time. They weren't budging, which was just how she wanted them.

"Natalia... are you sure this is what you want?"

"Oh, I'm very sure." She smirked down at Olivia, so happy to finally have the other woman where she wanted her. "Are you sure you can handle it?"

She ran her hands down Oliva's torso, scrapping her nails over her breasts, her nipples, her stomach. Olivia tensed up, pulling at the ropes.

"Of course I san handle it." Olivia was already squirming.

"Mmmm. I don't know about that." Natalia pinched one of Olivia's nipples.She quickly dragged her hands bak down Olivia's body and spread the lips of her labia. "You're already wet. How long do you think you can hold out before you start begging?"

Olivia looked like she wanted to say something, but she clamped her lips closed instead. Natalia laughed. She simply couldn't help it. She knew Olivia thought she was a goody two shoes but she had gotten pregnant at 16... Just because she lived her life by certain standards didn't mean she wasn't willing to experiment. she had been doing this a while. She knew what she liked.

"That's it. Just keep trying to ignore me. I've got all night." And she did, because those ropes weren't coming untied until she untied them.

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	(Anonymous) 2009-07-12 03:25 am UTC (link)
	Y&R: Sharon/Phyllis, nail marks (Reply to this) (Thread)

(Anonymous)
2009-07-12 04:17 am UTC (link)

Of all the things Phyllis and Sharon had shared over the years neither had quite imagined this would be yet another. Especially not when alcohol hadn't been involved. But both had been through so much of late, including their recent bonding session back in the hospital's chapel.

Now here they were in Sharon's room back at the club. Where Jack and Nick were neither knew or really cared. Tonight wasn't about them.

Hours passed as the blonde and redhead kissed, nibbled, scratched, tasted, caressed, licked and explored each other like never before. Just what had brought this on was an easy question to answer. They were through fighting, fighting each other, fighting over the men in their lives, over Restless Style and finally fighting what they had secretly felt for each other for years.

Phyllis couldn't help a slight smirk when she finally pulled Sharon over the edge. She should have known the blonde would be a screamer. She returned the favor, in her own way, of course when it was her turn. Her nails dragging over every bit of exposed skin that she could reach.

By morning when Phyllis left the club they knew most would never know what had gone on in that room. Aside from anyone who hadn't heard them from another room the night before at least. Of course too anyone who cared to look Sharon's shoulders or sides over would see the nail marks left by Phyllis, for once in pleasure rather than anger. Sharon had been sure to leave her marks on Phyllis in return. Over her thighs and back, deep red marks that would serve as happy, albeit slightly painful memories of this unexpected night. Neither minded how they had been marked, claimed even. They served as souveniors they couldn't help but enjoy the sight of.

No one needed to know what had prompted this and the women themselves couldn't know how long this new truce would last, but both were happy to enjoy it for as long as it could and would last.

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	(Anonymous) 2009-07-12 03:30 am UTC (link)
	Heroes, Monica/Daphne, handcuffs (Reply to this) (Thread)

(Anonymous)
2009-07-14 10:27 pm UTC (link)

Monica's hand slides confidently along the belt of her newly-stolen police uniform. It only took one cursory glance at a training video, and she's already oozing authority like she's been walking the beat for years. "Daphne Millbrook," she drawls, placing her hands on the blonde's shoulders and straddling the unclothed woman before her. "Didn't I tell you that if I ever caught you swiping jewellery from my precinct again, there'd be hell to pay?"

Daphne can hardly hide her excitement, her wrists firmly cuffed to the steel bed frame above her, but she manages to maintain her nervous persona. "But officer, I, uh, was only stealing to help out my needy family..."

"Baby, it's better to just shut your mouth if you're only gonna tell me those kind of lies." Monica smirks, placing a single finger to Daphne's soft lips. "You have the right to remain silent, and I suggest that you start taking advantage of that." She traces her finger down Daphne's neck, a slow caress which ends at the other woman's breasts. Daphne gasps and jerks against the handcuffs as Monica pinches a nipple.

"What's the matter?" Monica whispers in her ear, voice hot and heavy. "Can't speed away when you're all chained up like that?" She takes Daphne's lips in her own and kisses her forcefully. She continues to kiss Daphne, rough and greedy, as a free hand slips between the blonde's legs.

"Fuck," Daphne gasps, Monica's fingers sliding inside of her. "I think I am," Monica replies. She works herself in and out of the woman beneath her, eliciting moans of pleasure. Daphne shuts her eyes. She wants to touch Monica, to make her writhe and beg, but she's completely in the other girl's control. The steel of the handcuffs is cold against her flesh, and it digs into her as she struggles.

"Come for me," Monica commands, and Daphne has no choice but to obey, her body submitting to Monica's every whim.

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	(Anonymous) 2009-07-12 03:43 am UTC (link)
	Urusei Yatsura: Ryuunosuke/Shinobu, pantyhose/tights (Reply to this)

	(Anonymous) 2009-07-12 03:52 am UTC (link)
	Dragonriders of Pern: Lessa/Kylara; Humiliation and/or in-flight sex (Reply to this)

	(Anonymous) 2009-07-12 03:58 am UTC (link)
	Big Love: Nicki/Rhonda, blackmail (Rhonda as the blackmailer, pretty please!) (Reply to this) (Thread)

(Anonymous)
2009-07-13 07:04 am UTC (link)

Nicki hates this. She hates being on her knees. She hates the taste of Rhonda. She hates Rhonda.

"Oh, Nicki. Oh. Yes, there," Rhonda moans. Rhonda's loving this. If Nicki knows the little bitch - and she does, rather intimately - what's getting Rhonda off is the satisfaction of forcing her to do this. Nicki doubts it's just the sex; she's not skilled at this depraved act and she doesn't want to be.

"Put in your finger," Rhonda orders her. "Just one. I'm going to stay a virgin until I marry."

Nicki obeys, sliding her forefinger inside Rhonda as she continues to lick. Her tongue is tired. She has a new sympathy for poor Bill, who she knows has to do this for Margene.

Rhonda climaxes and floods Nicki with more salty juices. Nicki scrubs her mouth with the back of her hand as Rhonda lays there sighing. She can't remember if there's any mouthwash in the house. If not, she'll have to borrow some from Barb or Margene and hope she makes it to their bathrooms without anyone coming close enough to smell her breath.

"Thank you, Nicki. That was wonderful," Ronda says, pulling up her underwear.

"Just keep your mouth shut. We have a deal."

"Don't worry. I won't tell Bill." But she'll be back, threatening to tell Bill and ruin Nicki's life the next time she wants to have some fun. Nicki's going to have to get rid of her or get used to the taste of pussy.

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	(Anonymous) 2009-07-12 04:21 am UTC (link)
	Women's Murder Club, Jill/Cindy, finger sucking (Reply to this) (Thread)

marygriggs
2009-07-12 07:57 pm UTC (link)

Jill whirled around, eyes blazing. “What did you just call me?”

The younger woman shrank back a step. “I was only joking.”

“Joking? Or showing me disrespect?” Jill stepped close and harshly whispered, “Strip.”

Cindy glanced around the living room. The curtains and window were open. Although the evening fog was rolling in, it wasn’t blanketing the city yet. Anything they did would be visible to passersby. She looked over at Jill and saw in the hard eyes that refusal was not an option.

Her fingers were trembling as she unbuttoned her blouse. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For calling you a bitch.” Cindy toed off her shoes and shimmed out of her slacks. “I know I shouldn’t have.”

“Then why did you?”

“I…I don’t know.”

“I think you wanted my attention and you acted out to get it.” Jill surveyed the naked reporter. “I wonder how best to train you that there are better ways to get what you need.”

Jill held her hand out, with three fingers extended. Cindy came forward warily, not understanding this new game.

“Open wide,” Jill said. “Since you don’t seem to be able to control what comes out of your mouth, I’m going to help you.” She smiled when Cindy opened her lips. “Good girl.”

Cindy couldn’t help the blush that spread over her face and chest at the term of endearment. She felt embarrassed being naked in front of the fully clothed prosecutor. Swirling her tongue over the digits filling her mouth, she marveled that she also felt proud because of the praise.

Her eyes closed as she lost herself in the sensation of having Jill inside her like this. The small noises she made as she tried to keep the suction tight and the light taste of soap made her burn with humiliated arousal. She could feel her thighs being coated with her juices and her nipples tighten.

Wiggling her fingers, Jill recaptured her pet’s attention. “We’re going to go upstairs and you had better not lose contact with them.”

Turning, Jill walked toward the bedroom, making Cindy scurry after her. The reporter sucked as hard as she could while locking her jaw to keep her teeth off of Jill’s cool fingers. She had no idea where the night would lead but she just hoped that soon those fingers would be filling a different part of her.

If this is punishment, Cindy mused to herself, I wonder what my reward will be?

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	(Anonymous) 2009-07-12 04:32 am UTC (link)
	Criminal Minds/SVU, Emily Prentiss/Alex Cabot, noncon (Reply to this) (Thread)

(Anonymous)
2009-07-16 07:16 pm UTC (link)

This is seriously a failure at non-com, but i tried really hard! it also sort of ran away with me.

Alex/Emily non-con

The woman sat slouched in the chair on the opposite side of the interview table, her hands cuffed together behind her back. Her dark hair fell in a curtain, shadowing her face. But Alex could feel her eyes on her.
When Olivia and Fin had brought her in, Alex had been startled at how gorgeous she was, even with her face expressionless and her eyes staring blankly at the floor. The light spray of blood across her face didn’t detract from it.
She hadn’t asked for a lawyer, and Alex almost wanted to encourage her to, even after seeing the crime scene photos, the man with his throat cut, the spray of arterial blood coating the walls of the hotel room. But she hadn’t even left the scene, just sat in the hall across from the door, waiting for the police to arrive.
Alex stepped into the interview room and took the chair across from her. Elliot stood in the corner, jaw set like the wind-up soldier boy he was.
“Emily Prentiss?” she asked. That was what the ID said, the FBI badge.
The woman tilted her head a half inch to the side as if to see her face more clearly. But she didn’t say anything.
“Is that your name?”
She glanced away, shrugging.
“Did you know William LaMontagne Jr?” Alex slid the picture across the table.
Emily glanced at it once and then looked away, disgust on her face. “If you want to ask if I killed him, go ahead. You don’t need to save my feelings,” she said in a low tone. “I know how this works.”
“You’re an FBI Agent?”
Emily nodded.
“Did you kill him?”
“I don’t remember.”
Alex sat back, crossing her arms, eyeing the woman carefully. She didn’t seem to be lying. And people who had experienced trauma, whether by perpetrating violence or by seeing it, often suffered memory lapses.
Elliot was shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other. Alex had been waiting for him to jump in with, “he was a loyal fellow officer! How can you not remember? You were the one who stuck a knife in his throat!” But he seemed distracted.
“If you need to use the restroom, Detective Stabler, I can continue this on my own. I don’t need a babysitter.”
Elliot looked at her, his duty and his need to pee clearly warring on his face. “I’ll only be gone a second.”
The door clicked shut behind him and Alex glanced back at her suspect to see her smiling oddly. “You shouldn’t have done that,” she said softly. “It’s not protocol.”
“I think I could handle you. Even if you weren’t in restraints.”
“You mean these?” asked Emily bringing her hands around and dropping the open cuffs on the table. Alex stiffened slightly, but tried not to display her anxiety on her face. “I’ve had some experience with those.”
“He’ll be back in a moment.”
Emily gave a half nod and that odd smile again. Then suddenly she was on her feet. Alex jumped up to try and stop her, but she had darted around the table, and her hand closed on Alex’s jacket collar, and she shoved her down until her face hit the table. Alex yelped as her glasses dug into her cheek and nose. Her hands were twisted firmly behind her back. There was a clink, and Alex felt the cold metal of handcuffs close around her wrists.
“What are you- don’t! Emily!”
“Haven’t you worked it out yet? I’m not her.” Emily hoisted her up so her hips rested on the table and her head dangled over the other edge. Without her hands Alex could rock as much as she liked, but the sleek fabric of her suit kept her from gaining purchase on the metal table. She was as useless as a turtle on its back. “Not anymore.”
She heard the screech of metal and looked between her feet beneath the table, to see Emily bend the cheap metal of one of the chairs around the handle of the door. She kicked it sharply and the chair bent into the door. No one was getting that open without a struggle.
Emily sauntered back over to her and rubbed her hands up Alex’s thighs, over her skirt, and then smoothed out the wrinkles over her ass. Her skirt and her jacket had both ridden up with her wriggling and Emily bent close to the small exposed strip of skin between the end of the coat and top of her skirt, and breathed. Alex’s skin broke out into goosebumps. “Once you let the monster out of the box, it’s hard to put her back in.”
Alex gritted her teeth, trying not to show her fear, even at the utterly vulnerable position she was in. She kept seeing the images of the crime scene the blood spatter, the victim, on the bed in his boxers, his head lolling at a horrible angle from his body.
Suddenly she was being jerked off the table, and deposited on her knees on the cement floor. Emily was looking straight into her face, and Alex wondered through the fog of fear whether she had chosen that color lipstick to match the blood sprinkled across her cheeks like freckles.
“Cute.” Emily plucked the bent glasses from her face and tossed them onto the table. “But I don’t have a meganekko fetish.” She pushed Alex’s loosened hair out of her face, almost tidying her up. She licked the pad of her thumb and rubbed at a mark that must have come from the table. Alex shuddered at the smear of saliva. Emily’s fingers traced down her throat and unbuttoned her collar. Then she bent her head and lapped lightly at Alex’s pulse point. “You see,” she said, quietly. “I’m not Emily. Emily always wanted beautiful women, but she never took them. I, on the other hand, am perfectly happy just taking what I want.”
Suddenly Alex realized that Emily might not actually be planning on killing her right away. She didn’t know whether or not to be happy about that.
Emily’s hand closed around her throat, her thumb and forefinger pressing into the underside of Alex’s jaw, cutting off her breathing. Alex’s eyes widened and her mouth opened, trying to pull in air. Emily grinned, and then kissed her. Her mouth was wet and possessive and Alex tried to struggle away, knowing with every action that she would need more air. Emily’s fingers traced over her nipples through her shirt and Alex tried to gasp as they hardened, but couldn’t and choked instead. Emily dropped her and she slumped to the ground, sucking in as much air as she could to her burning lungs.
Emily knelt over her and reached into Alex’s pocket, plucking out her nail file. Alex shut her eyes and tried to hide from the short stick of metal, wishing she just used emory boards. But Emily gave her shoulder a sharp shove until she lay flat on her back, her hands uncomfortably crushed beneath it, with her captor straddling her hips. Emily reached down and slid the nail file under Alex’s top button, she pressed her thumb against the front of it, and with a sharp flick of her wrist, popped it off. She dropped it on the floor, and traced the cool metal tip of the file down her exposed chest.

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	(Anonymous) 2009-07-12 04:45 am UTC (link)
	Buffy - Dawn/Faith, any setting Dawn/Tara, any setting Dawn/ Willow, any setting Dawn/ Buffy, any setting (Reply to this) (Thread)

	cleo 2009-07-12 04:47 am UTC (link)
	Hi! For my sanity and to cut down on confusion, could you please post one prompt per comment. And each prompt needs to be a specific kink. Thanks! (Reply to this) (Thread from start)(Parent)

	(Anonymous) 2009-07-12 05:29 am UTC (link)
	Dollhouse - Adelle/Echo - submission (of course we're talking about Adelle here). (Reply to this) (Thread)(Expand)

(Anonymous)
2009-07-12 09:28 am UTC (link)

AN: This is more Adelle/Imprints, hope that's okay... Also, I do not usually write porn, therefore this may suck.

Adelle can make Echo be anyone she wants.

She can make her Jenny, who is shy and has never been with a woman before. Adelle has to show her what to do, hands on instruction of course, and as Jenny's tongue hesitantly strokes her Adelle can only smirk.

She can make her Lisa, who likes Adelle to bend her over whatever is closest and fuck her until they're both screaming and Adelle has to collaps over Lisa's back so she doesn't fall to the floor. Adelle likes to bite down on Lisa's shoulder and hear the younger woman whimper.

She can make her Debra, whom believes she and Adelle have been together for years, who wraps Adelle in her arms and kisses her with a smile on her lips. They make love playfully, and sprawl across the bed after, hands clasped together.

But her secret favourite is Eva, who pushes Adelle to her knees and raises her skirt. Later she whips Adelle with a thick, leather belt for not burying her tongue between Eva's legs fast enough. It's Eva who makes Adelle come with her face shoved into the mattress, arse it the air, stinging as Eva's hips slap against the welts the whipping left behind. It's Eva who ties Adelle's hands above her head and squeezes Adelle's throat until Adelle is gasping and crying and coming around Eva's hand.

Adelle can make Echo be anyone she wants. Eva feels that same way about Adelle.

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	The Office (US): Pam/Karen, anal sex (preferably with Pam on the bottom) (Reply to this) (Thread)

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2009-07-13 12:28 pm UTC (link)

Pam is not exactly reserved in the bedroom. Shy, inexperienced, but generally when Karen suggests something Pam will be happy to try it, even if she blushes the whole time.

She took to Karen wearing a strap-on quite well, much to Karen's delight. It took longer to get her to use it on Karen, but it wasn't long before Karen was on top of her, riding her for all she was worth.

But when Karen started brushing her fingers between the cheeks of Pam's ass, Pam froze.

She couldn't do that. She'd always said she never would, and couldn't understand why anyone would want to. Then Karen cornered her in the shower, turned her to face the wall and buried her tongue in a place Pam never imagined a tongue going.

And it felt amazing.

That's how she found herself face down on their bed, hips propped up with a pillow as Karen gently pushed two fingers into her ass. I hurt at first, then just felt weird, and then finally a dull spark of pleasure.

"You okay?" Asked Karen as she brushed a kiss across Pam's lower back.

Pam nodded jerkily, "Yeah, just... Yeah."

Karen kissed her again, then moved the fake cock strapped between her legs to press against Pam's now slick and stretched hole.

Pam tensed again, only relaxing after Karen stroked her back comfortingly.

And then it there. Pushing into her, stretching, and it hurt, god it hurt.

She cried out, and Karen immediately stopped.

"Are you okay baby? Do you want me to pull out?" Despite the pain Pam felt strangely warm at the concern in Karen's voice.

Pam loved it when Karen took her from behind, loved the way Karen was so loving even when she was pounding into her, claiming her. Loved that there was so much trust between them.

And she didn't want her to stop now. It hurt, but already that was fading.

"Keep going."

Karen moved forward, pushing the rest of the way in, and Pam heard her groan and felt her shudder. Karen's groin pressed against her ass until Karen gently pulled back before pushing forward again.

It still hurt and Pam had to force herself to relax. The cock moving in her felt huge, and Pam had a sudden, horrifying vision of them having rush to hospital and being forced to explain some humiliating injury.

Then it started to feel good. Really good. And as she started to moan she felt Karen start to speed up, Karen's groin slapping against her ass. Karen was grunting in a way Pam had never heard before and Pam began to move her hips with Karen's thrusts.

Karen gasped, "Fuck! Oh god, Pam..."

Pam felt it building, different to anything before, and she threw her hips back, needing more, needing get there, needing Karen.

Behind her Karen screamed, her thrusts became almost brutal, jabbing deep into Pam and she knew Karen was coming. Then Pam was, hips rolling against Karen, keeping the cock moving inside her as Karen collapsed over her, gasping.

They stilled, Karen pressing her lips tenderly across Pam's shoulders. She pulled out slowly and Pam winced.

"Ow."

Karen was at her side instantly, "Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Shit, let me look."

Pam grabbed her before she could move, "Don't look there!"

"Really, now you're shy? What did you think I was doing back there?"

"I'm fine."

Karen frowned for a moment, but there must have been something that made her believe Pam, because she nodded, "As long as you're sure."

"I am," Pam smiled, "Now when do I get to do that to you?"

Karen grinned.

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	Avatar the Last Airbender: Ty Lee/Azula, torture (Reply to this) (Thread)(Expand)

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2009-07-12 04:25 pm UTC (link)

I can fill this one, but it will involve sort of undoing any power Azula has over Ty Lee during the torture, because that's the only way I can see them. Would that be okay? I just want to make sure I'm not giving you something that undermines the power dynamics you find hot, because I hate when that happens to my requests on kink memes, hahaha.

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	RPFS, Megan Fox/Olivia Wilde, fisting (Reply to this) (Thread)

"Good To You"; RPFS, Megan Fox/Olivia Wilde, fisting
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2009-07-15 02:21 am UTC (link)

Olivia loved many things about Megan Fox. Those beautiful eyes, especially when they were gazing up at her from between Olivia’s legs, her ‘suck the chrome from a trailer hitch’ lips and the wonderful things she could do with them. Her tits, her ass, her legs. The perfect package called Megan Fox. Hell, all that was missing was a big red bow.

But what Olivia loved most about Megan were her hands - the slender, tapered fingers, smooth palms and slim wrists. Delicate, agile, nimble hands. She loved them on her, caressing her skin, groping her breasts, pinching her nipples, parting her thighs and sliding thin fingers inside her. But Olivia was never content with just Megan’s fingers, she wanted it all, all over Megan, all inside her.

The first time Megan had been slow and cautious, uncertain what to do, afraid she’d hurt Olivia. It hadn’t been perfect, fuck, it didn’t need to be. All Olivia needed was to feel Megan’s hand inside her, filling her, fucking her and she exploded within seconds.

They didn’t do it every time after that first experience. Time constraints, schedules, work had kept the times they managed to be together brief, hot, but still brief.

Then, there were the times like now. When the stars aligned and they had all the time in the world.

“You ready, baby?” Megan purred, low and throaty.

“Fuck yeah!” Olivia gasped, like she needed to be asked.

“Roll over.”

Olivia shivered, rolling over onto all fours. There was the snap of latex, a sound Olivia was accustomed to after a season on House, but it never made her feel like *this*. Like the temperature had been jacked up 20 degrees as liquid fire had pooled between her legs and lightening rippled across her skin.

Megan chuckled at the sudden roll of Olivia‘s hips. “Somebody’s in a hurry.”

“Fuck,” Olivia grunted. “It’s been awhile.”

“It hasn’t been *that* long.”

“Long enough.”

“Don’t I always take good care of you?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now just quit being so damn impatient or I’m going to have to spank you.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Megan rewarded her with a swat on the ass. Olivia laughed then relaxed a little, letting Megan take over the wheel. She was rewarded again with the sensation of lube being poured liberally on her ass. She could feel the cold liquid making its way down, through the crack of her ass, over and inside her pussy, gathering at the base hairs of her pubis and dripping onto the sheets. Another hotel mattress ruined.

Then there were fingers, those slender and glorious fingers sliding all over Olivia’s pussy lips like dexterous tongues. Olivia groaned then hissed as two slipped easily inside her, three then four. Slowly and leisurely, Megan filled her, fucked her, stretched her. And then thumb was pressing against palm and fingers were curling inside her, balling into a fist.

“Megan..” Olivia keened in frustration. Too much time in between, too much built up sexual frustration and anticipation, the first feel of Megan’s fist inside her and Olivia was already coming. She bucked and spasmed, face buried in the mattress, hands balling the sheets into white-knuckled fists, Megan twisting and turning inside her, milking her, extending the orgasm as far as Olivia could go.

Olivia collapsed on the mattress, panting and then shuddering, one last orgasm to go, as Megan withdrew. There was the sound of latex peeling off skin then tossed away and quickly forgotten. Then Megan was kissing Olivia with one of the parts Olivia loved. Lips on her ass, trailing up her back, nuzzling against her neck. Warm body pressing down on her, breasts against back, thigh between thighs.

“Sorry,” Olivia mumbled.

“For what?”

“I was hoping,” Olivia paused, Megan lifting slightly so she could roll over. “I’d last a little longer.”

“Do I look like the ‘wham, bam, thank you, ma’am’ type?”

“No,” Olivia laughed. “I just meant..”

“We’ve got all week,” Megan cut her off with a kiss. “And don’t I always take good care of you?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” Megan smiled then began a quick descent down Olivia’s torso. “Because I’m not done,” she tossed Olivia’s thighs over her shoulders. “Not by a long shot.”

Olivia closed her eyes, sighing contentedly. There were many things she loved about Megan Fox and, for the first time in awhile, she had the time to appreciate all of them.

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	BtvS - Buffy/Faith, torture/noncon (Reply to this) (Thread)

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2009-07-12 08:02 pm UTC (link)

Faith smiled.

There was blood in Buffy's light hair. Dark red, dried blood that stood out against the pretty blond color. Faith wondered whether it was Buffy's natural color.

The thought didn't stay in her head for long, though, as Buffy moved again.

"Ready for the next round, B?" Faith asked.

Buffy raised her head and looked at Faith. Her eyes were bloodshot by now, her face showing that she was almost there. Almost defeated.

Of course, Buffy couldn't answer the question, seeing as she was gagged.

"Maybe we should try something new," Faith said. She went to the table behind her and looked at her tools. After some consideration, she decided on a plain pair of scissors.

Buffy was chained very tightly to the wall behind her and so Faith could step very close to her without any danger of Buffy hurting her. Faith had tried the strength of the chains on herself first - they would hold. Buffy hadn't been able to break them in the last few hours, she wouldn't be able to do so now after Faith's... special treatment. It had cost her a lot of strength.

Faith leaned close to Buffy. Buffy's neck was also fixed to the wall and Faith put her lips close to Buffy's ears. "I am sure you will like this," she whispered. She kissed Buffy's neck.

The first item of clothing to go was Buffy's shirt and Faith could see the panic starting to rise in Buffy's eyes as she cut it off. The bra - black silk, as Faith noticed - was only one more cut.

The room was cold and Buffy's nipples hard, as Faith stroked them with her right hand, holding the scissors in the other. Then she knelt down a bit and licked them. Buffy screamed through her gag, and it kind of turned Faith on. She could feel herself getting wet.

Faith bit into Buffy's nipple and Buffy jerked forward in pain. Faith stood up again.

"I see you are having fun."

Getting rid of Buffy' pants was a bit harder, but eventually they came off as well.

"Kinky," Faith commented on Buffy's black silk thong and stroked the rim of it. Buffy's legs were spread and Faith put her hand between them, above the silk fabric.

Faith looked into Buffy's eyes and saw pure panic. "Not such an innocent little girl, are you?" She slid a finger under the fabric and felt that Buffy was wet. "Maybe you're even enjoying this," she whispered into Buffy's ear.

"Did Angel do this to you, too?" Faith said as she slid a finger into Buffy's pussy. She pushed in and out rhythmically as Buffy tried to squirm away, but couldn't. She added another finger and pushed them in as far as she could before pulling out again.

Faith brought her hand to her mouth and licked them. Buffy tasted nice. "So let's see what's beneath," she said and cut through Buffy's thong. "Oh, kinky girl," she said. Buffy's cunt was fully shaven beneath the thong.

She knelt down before Buffy, her head at the same height as Buffy's cunt. When Faith licked Buffy's clit Buffy's body shook and Faith laughed. "Oh, B, you are such a slut." Faith put the two fingers back into Buffy's pussy, pushing in and out hard, licking her clit while she was doing so. A third finger soon slid in.

"Did he fuck you like this? Did his cock fill you like this?"

Faith continued licking Buffy's clit and she could feel that, even though Buffy didn't want it, her body was responding. Only a few licks later, Faith felt Buffy's muscles contracting around her and could hear Buffy moaning instead of screaming.

It felt good. The torture hadn't bothered Buffy as much as Faith would have liked. This, this could break her. Faith pulled her fingers out of Buffy's cunt and licked them clean. She liked Buffy's taste.

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