kink meme 1.0

[likedillinger]

By popular demand...

Our First Ever
Knights of Legend Kink Meme

 

What is a kink meme? Pretty self explanatory, actually. You request a pairing and a prompt/kink anonymously, and someone else (or several someone elses for that matter) will be able to fill that request- also anonymously (unless they choose to do it logged in). Fun way to get fic, fun way to find fic to write, and good if you're embarrassed to post! Fun for the whole fami- oh. Er, maybe not. You know what I mean! (Note that while this is called a kink meme, the rules are pretty fast and loose. Nonexplicit fic is also allowed, but there is generally a focus on kinky stuff or some form of character relationship of a sexual or romantic nature.)
 

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Rules

♦ Post requests and responses in the comments to this post.
♦ Be respectful. 
♦ Both a pairing/character AND a prompt/kink must be posted.
♦ One pairing/prompt per comment please.
♦ You are encouraged to try and write one prompt for every request you make.
♦ We are slash, femslash, het, three-and-moresomes etc. friendly.  Also pegging.
♦ No pairing bashing. No need to wank over ships.
♦ Long and short fics (drabbles) welcome. Multiple responses encouraged!

Have fun!

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

At some point, Burt thinks, she's going to stop screaming.

Any second now.

Something whizzes by his desk and strikes the opposite wall and he closes his eyes and counts to ten. That was his nice decanter, too. He opens his mouth to point that out, but he's immediately silenced by another string of interesting Spanish curse words that, if he can remember Freshman Spanish enough, aren't particularly nice or flattering.

And then she stops screaming.

"That fool," she snarls, kicking a chair over to indicate that screaming and breaking glass subsiding aside, she is still Good and Mad. Burt Becksworth, despite not being blessed with an abundance of tact, knows the look and knows to keep his fucking mouth shut, especially when her eyes swivel on him.

Fucking tittytapping Christ, what's she doing now? Burt leans back in his chair, fully prepared for piss and vinegar that he can actually respond to, but Isabella leans over the desk and grabs him by the shirt collar pulling him into an aggressive, heated kiss.

He does not... pull away.

Oh, he thinks about it for approximately .5 seconds before Burt, Jr. goes the hot Spaniard is kissing you, fucknugget, and you're about to be a married man. Call it a bachelor party for one. Call it a fucking Christmas miracle if you want to.

Eventually, Isabella pulls away, teeth grit, nostrils flaring, and Burt thinks she's a whip and a catsuit away from asking him if he's been a bad boy. She shoves him hard and his rolling chair hits the wall with enough force to make him jump and yell "What the fuck-" before he's cut off by Isabella climbing up onto the desk. It's graceful. Not exactly sex kitten-esque, but it's less about being sexy and more about getting over the desk. She swings her legs out as she reaches the other side and steps down. The two regard each other for a moment and then Isabella bridges the gap between them, slamming a foot down on the chair between his legs.

Burt, to his credit, does not flinch. He stares at legs in that skirt. He stares at her face. She raises an eyebrow expectantly and he suspects there's a womantrap involved here somewhere, but it doesn't stop him from putting a hand on her thigh. Just as he's about to let his fingers curl upwards between her legs, she pulls her leg away from the chair and climbs up onto the chair with him. This is a particularly precarious position to be in when a rolling chair is involved and Burt's thrilled to death he went with the fanciest model. A cheap chair would have split in half with this shit happening on it.

Her fingernails trail down his chest, hard enough to make marks and she silences any protests by grabbing him by his head and forcing another kiss. One hand wanders away from his chest and finds his hand, moving it in circles on her thigh as she waits for the-

Oh there it is.

She pulls away from the kiss, expression the sort of serene rage that accompanies the moment before a storm. He watches her and wonders if he'll be allowed any control over this situation at all, but it's a bit hard to consider that sort of thing when an insane Spanish woman has decided it's time to undo your fly and get those sharp-as-knives fingernails around your dick. There's a moment of adjusting and fumbling and eventually Isabella has to relinquish some control over the situation to allow him to, ah... Make like Cortes and plunder those riches or.. some ethnically offensive metaphor. It's hard to think straight with Isabella gyrating her hips like that.

And Jesus Christ, the bitch even climaxes like she's enraged at the world.

The moment's gone as soon as it... came. (Phrasing?) Burt's left slumped in his desk chair, trying to kennel Burt, Jr. with shaking hands and Isabella's adjusting her skirts and heading for the door. She doesn't say a word more about it.

And Burt, tactless son of a bitch that is, decides that maybe he can stand to let her off easy and not bring it up again. Because he's such a nice guy....

And not because he doesn't want to end up like the decanter.

[savemyself]

the bitch even climaxes like she's enraged at the world.

truer words were never spoken.

also everyone else writes burt better than me /retires, lets someone else play him