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kink meme 1.0

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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!

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thomas/gus, dreams come true

ric/helen, lab sex

stiles/kat, she really did take him outside to show him her tits

The way that people kept trying to talk to her about Fred was making Kat irritated. This was possibly a gross understatement. Irritated barely touched the way she practically bristled at the mere mention of his name- let alone the sight of his stupid face. She wasn't really sure why she had shown up for the squiring party. Newbies could be cool, in theory, but she was running the risk of more conversations she really didn't want to have.

So maybe that was why she found an excuse to pull Stiles out to the courtyard. He was...excitable. But enthusiasm about magic was something she could be on board for. Plus, showing off some bad ass destructive spells might help her clear her head. As Stiles started to jump around, shouting about how cool the display was, she couldn't help but grin. There was something really simple about this. No big mission issues, no teammates lying to each other. No demons from the past making things uncomfortable. This was just being dumb and having fun and not really giving a fuck about anything else.

In the back of her mind, she realized that he was pretty harmless. Maybe one day, he could turn into an asshole who only wanted to use a girl to get laid, but probably not currently. It wasn't really an age thing. She knew plenty of jerks when she was his age, but she could tell there was something softer about him. She didn't trust him, really- but she didn't NOT trust him, which was the weird thing. Normally, guys didn't get that sort of pass. They had to prove to her that they weren't dicks. But something about Stiles made her shift that knee jerk reaction.

As he kept exclaiming how awesome she was, she found herself wanting two things: to reward his good taste and to prove that she wasn't screwed up by her past. Kat knew (or more accurately, she assumed) that her friends saw her as damaged, that now that the team knew what had happened to her, they felt sorry for her. She hated that more than anything. Maybe it was time to prove to them (and herself) that she was still in control. Her past didn't own her.

"Hey, Stiles." She called out, grabbing his attention from the scene in the courtyard. When he turned, he was greeted with the sight of her bare chest, both of her hands gripping her top and bra, holding them up to give him a view that not many would ever receive.

Stunned into silence, Stiles just stared, mouth partly open. He didn't understand the significance, didn't know how far from the norm this was for her. But the fact that he didn't expect it, didn't think it was owed to him, didn't get her drunk so that she had no clue what she was doing? It gave him points in his favor for this (possibly) once in a lifetime circumstance.

"I... Wow." Stiles fumbles for words and comes up short. His mouth closes finally so that he can swallow hard. He will likely remember this for the rest of his life. These are the first boobs he's seen in real life, after all.

The whole thing probably lasts about 15 seconds before Kat yanks her top back down and adjusts her bra. Regret starts to creep into the back of her mind. Would he get cocky now? Think this meant she was going to just give him whatever he wanted? Did he even want to see that? Did she care if he did?

Able to read people fairly well, Stiles can see the doubt in her expression as she adjusts her clothing. He doesn't know exactly what's going through her mind, but the last thing he wants is for her to be uncomfortable.

"You want to go play Xbox or something?" They didn't talk about it specially, but gamers know their own.

Kat blinks, then nods. A second later, a smile slides over her face. "Sure. So long as you're ready to lose."

spike/nadia, voyeurism

sylar/lila/dean with dean in the middle

The one thing Dean hated worse than being tied up (which was always high on his list of things to fucking avoid) was being tied up and blindfolded.

He hated being blindfolded. It made every sensation that much sharper, that much better, but it also made him that much more vulnerable, and he wasn't ever too zen with that. Submission wasn't really his particular bedroom kink, he preferred the all-natural approach, but shit happens and a deal's a deal. No one knows that better than a Winchester.

Lila ran her fingernails across his shoulders and he twitched involuntarily, mentally cussing out his body for not listening to a word he was saying. He'd been doing that ever since she'd let him wake up; his body tender and bruised, his mouth sticky with blood, his head pounding. It friggin' hurt. Every breath he took made him think she'd tried to choke him.

But every time, every single god damned time she touched him, his body perked up in the most interesting of places. Not when she was slapping him around like a rag doll, but when she trailed her fingers over his chest and across his back. He was being played like a fiddle and he knew it.

He tried to will his body to listen to him, hoping Winchester Jedi mind tricks or maybe the Vulcan mind meld would make it work.

It didn’t. And when she leaned over, her breath in his ear, he didn't see or smell the tiny little blonde he'd almost slammed through the coffee table before she grabbed his wrist and that was all she wrote. He smelled some kind of sweet perfume that reminded him of his first Crossroad Demon (damn beautiful woman) and saw nothing.

"We're gonna have fun tonight, Dean Winchester," she whispered, her voice full with the honeyed promise that Dean was either going to get the best sex of his life or the worst pain.

He was betting on both.

Quiet settled, the click of her heels and the drum of her nails against her thighs keeping him company as he struggled against the rope. She hadn't been particularly gentle. I like to leave my mark. Eventually the door opens and those heels hurried across the room.

"Jesus, Lila what happened to you?"

There's silence and Dean imagines the tiny blonde shrugging before she answers, dragging her boyfriend (he knows who it is and he's going to kill her for this) deeper into the room. "Dean and I had a little disagreement. I won. So..." Her voice trails off into whispers and Dean hates that he can't move to eavesdrop.

"Seriously?"

"Come on, it'll be fun!"

gar/jack, sex on the round table

“I’m afraid I must apologize,” Jack announces as he enters the room, arms folded behind his back. “My message may have appeared deliberately obtuse, but I sought only to avoid the impression of … impropriety by having this discussion elsewhere.” He finishes lamely, eyes flicking over Gar where she sits at the table. “You are not here to be delegated to a mission, Jeanne.”

That’s what he’d said when he entered. Now, with the table bruising the front of her thighs on each thrust, Gar can’t help but think of how absurd it is. Impropriety has been left far behind, and she shudders to think what comes beyond that, but —

Oh, no, she’s not shuddering to think. He’s simply reaches around her hips to press his fingers against her. Gar squeaks, palms slapping down on the round table. Her heart had fluttered at the sound of her name on his lips, and now she’s experiencing an entirely different kind of fluttering: her muscles twitch as he rubs firm circles around the hub of nerves between her legs, and each tiny spasm causes a ripple effect, coiling tension in her belly.

“It is the duty of a Dragon’s Claw to stand apart—to deny ourselves the same camaraderie and closeness of our fellow Knights. As of late, I’ve found myself struggling with that choice.” He looks as if he is, perhaps, embarrassed to admit as much, offering a thin smile and dropping his head briefly. He takes a breath.

Jack leans forward, chest pressed to her back, and worships at her shoulder by planting wet, erratic kisses along her skin, carrying his mouth up towards her neck. He presses his nose against the shell of her ear, burying his face against dark, messy curls. His breath comes heavy against her ear, pants timed perfectly with each jerk of his hips until they stop being surprising. Until the rhythm becomes predictable, yet still leaves sharp, high-pitched noises creaking out of her throat unbidden.

Her eyes burn into the center of the table, unable to forget how completely he’s breaking his vows as she stares the symbol of them in the eye. No harlequin romance has ever adequately captured how dirty she feels in defiling not only the table itself, but the purity of his office.

His free hand reaches around her, palm resting against the back of one of hers, fingers splaying to fill the gaps between her fingers just as he spreads her apart to fill every inch of emptiness in her. The wood of the round table is cold beneath them, the slick lacquered wood rubbing across her nipples as her small breasts are jostled by Jack’s movements.

“Were I in Thomas’ position, I can imagine a great many regrets I would carry with me. When I spoke with Sir de Tanos and Sir Spike, it became clear to me that it was faith in their loved ones, and the belief that they had many who cared for them that allowed them to overcome insurmountable adversity at the hands of Dimitris Sarandis. I have found myself questioning if Thomas possesses the same certainty now.”

It stops all at once—his hands his hips. His fingers curl around her palm, briefly squeezing her hand, then he pulls back, cock slipping out of her, slick and reddened. He grabs her by the shoulders and turns her to face him, lifting her to sit on the edge of the table.

Gar wraps her arms around him, drawing him in for a heated kiss that he meets beat for beat. Their tongues duel, teeth occasionally scraping, while his hands drop to her hips. He pulls her forward and drives home, surprising her into breaking the kiss and allowing him to drop his head. His lips fix against her throat and Gar trembles.

”Maintaining a distance between ourselves and the rest of our colleagues, and taking care of the attention we deliberate to each Knight, you see, are only a part of what we must do. I daresay it is the simpler half. More strenuous, perhaps, is to deny ourselves the solace of companionship—and to similarly deny those who would offer it to us.”

He climbs onto the table with her and she scoots further back on it, keeping their bodies fused together throughout the ordeal. Jack draws her thighs up against his sides, palms pressing under her knees to tilt her hips back, resting her weight on her lower back. Gar’s fingernails scrape into the round table, peeling away at the lacquer. The polished wood burns as her body rocks with each thrust, and the angle gets him to just the right spot inside of her.

The keening noises that slip past her lips are inhuman, humiliating, elated. A bomb goes off inside of her, and the fireworks flash behind her eyes. She forces them open so she can see him as she tumbles over the edge, darkness blurring at the edges of her vision. It’s everything she’s wanted, but tears sting her eyes just as red lines of salt burn into his cheeks. She is lost, and he follows her down, heat spilling inside of her after another handful of thrusts.

”I fear my dearest friend is lost, and without ever truly knowing what he has meant to me. I would not have the same happen again.”

He lies on top of her, fingers twining with hers, holding her palms above her head so that he can kiss her mouth, her throat, her shoulder. She welcomes him there, heels locked around his hips, unwilling to budge.

It won’t happen again, she’s certain, so she intends to take full advantage of the few stolen moments that they do have.

constantine/dimitri, coat measuring contest

zarad/des, breaking the curse with buttsex

"Harder!" Des cried, as Zarad pounded into his ass. His fists clenched into the sheets, shoving back against Zarad as they moved together in their perfect little world of romantic idiocy.

Zarad kissed the back of his neck, then reached around to circle his hand around Des' prick. Des groaned. He felt so full, both of penis and love. True Love, in fact. Love so pure and romantic that it almost rivaled the penis in how good it was making him feel. Almost, but not quite. Zarad had a bloody nice penis.

He was getting closer, especially with the way Zarad was moving his hand. He could tell Zarad was getting closer too. His movements were more erratic, more tense, but Des was pretty far past thinking too hard about all of this. Thinking about more than Zarad's prick was bloody difficult.

Then they climaxed together in a romantic show of how in sync and adorable their love was. A circle of rainbow light shot out from Des' butthole, spreading through the room and disappearing through the walls.

Ignore the people in this and how they're not having buttsex. shhh just focus on the magical circle

Ignore the people in this and how they're not having buttsex. shhh just focus on the magical circle

Zarad gasped. "Did you see that?"

Des shook his head. "Not unless you mean all the stars you have me seeing. I won't be able to sit down for... well, five minutes, maybe."

"Right," Zarad said uncertainly. "I was just so in love with you that your arse seemed to sparkle for a moment. I'm sure it's nothing."

But five minutes later, Des still wasn't able to sit down. In fact, he wouldn't be able to sit down for quite some time. True Love's Buggering had broken the curse!

Edited (Now it's really Spike's version) 2014-08-13 04:22 (UTC)

finnick/burt, finding out burt's secrets via blowjobs

keijen/archer, #1 fan

des/constantine, because chris said he would

kyp/elena, both of them shapeshifted into spike

This may be both the most ridiculous and yet most amazing thing I have ever done.

The Multi-Kink Pairing Vid.

Includes: sylar/lila/dean with dean in the middle || charming's exile on whore island || thomas/gus, dreams come true || kat/gar, secret lesbians || Burt/Finnick || ric/helen, lab sex || duchessganger with elena shifted into archer || zarad/des, breaking the curse with buttsex || finnick/rafael, rpf || keijen/archer, #1 fan || spike/nadia, voyeurism || buffy/rafael, pegging (Well okay talking about it cause you try and vid pegging with Josh Groban and not choke on coffee) || alex/thor/andie, tug-of-war || alanna/myri (OR IS IT???) || stiles/kat, she really did take him outside to show him her tits || dean/rose, arguing turns into sex || alanna/jaime, hatesex || gar/jack, sex on the round table (Yes there is actual round table sex) || zarad/spike, no one chickens out

adam/astrid, desk duty

aedan/gus/christos, mission impossible

alaric/faye, hot for teacher

klaus/dumage, mean girls

aedan/wynn, cabana boy

fred/buffy, don't tell kat

keijen/jade, quick and dirty post-show

archer/spike, just the tip

loki/natasha, mata-hari

charming/emma, memory loss. also known as "i have made a terrible mistake"

David doesn't remember anything about his past, but the blond girl... Emma... there's something familiar about her. Maybe it's her chin. He hasn't really thought about chins much before seeing hers, but it's a really nice one. And they have so much in common. She's brash and fierce and he admires that. And she can use guns and swords. Besides, he's seen her watching him too from across the room. She looks away quickly when she sees him catch her, but that's not a bad sign. There's something there. They can relate to each other, he's sure of it.

They're both training when they meet for the first time. She's sparring with Fred Jr when she trips over a rock or something and David's there to catch her.

"Hi," he says, giving her a grin that befits his last name.

"...hi," she says, an inscrutable look on her face. She's shy, perhaps, but David doesn't mind. He's no less certain that there's some sort of connection there. He feels something for her. Something warm and fulfilling, like he wants to protect her from the world and punch anyone that might hurt her. It's love. He's sure of it.

"Do you want to get coffee after this?" he asks. "I think we should... get to know each other a little bit better."

She smirks. Flirtatiously. "I guess it is about time we had a talk."

They don't get coffee. Turns out they both find the castle bar a more agreeable meeting point, and after a few drinks, they're both laughing and chatting as if they've known each other forever. He kisses her first.

She freezes. For a moment, he thinks he's misread the situation. But then, her arm comes around him and she pulls him in. His arm comes down on the table, knocking over his fifth glass of whiskey, but he's past caring. After a moment, he breaks away, looking into her eyes. Her lips are bruised a deep red, cheeks flushed, and she looks drunk, but hell, so does he. Just drunk enough that this seems like the greatest idea in the world. He offers her his hand and she stares at it for a moment.

"Wait," she says. "There was something... um... there's a thing..."

He starts to lower it. He'd thought things were going so well. "Oh. I can walk you back to your room if you'd like. We don't have to go back to mine."

She smiles at him, an odd look in her eyes. "Prince Charming, huh. Fuck it." She grabs him by the shirt and pulls him down into another kiss. If the last one had been great, this one's scorching. He's left gasping when she stands up and starts dragging him out of the bar, still holding him by his shirt. "Yeah, let's go back to my room."

~Smut Happens~
Emma: Str: 21, Dex: 21, Con: 17, Wis: 7, Cha: 11.
David: Str: 15, Dex: 9, Con: 18, Wis: 16, Cha 18.

In the morning, he's still wrapped around her. His princess, with lips as red as blood, skin as white as snow, and hair as black as a raven's--

Wait. What? Her hair's blond. That was weird. But he smiles as he wakes up and kisses her head.

Emma stirs with a groan and screws her eyes shut. "Son of a bitch. What happened last night..."

"We found each other," David says, tone doting. "And it was amazing."

Emma freezes. Tenses completely up. Eyes still shut. "...I'm not awake yet. This is a dream."

"A dream come true, perhaps." He kisses her temple. "Do you like pancakes? I make great pancakes."

She opens one eye, squinting in the light, and glances back at him. "...tell me we didn't."

Finally, it's beginning to dawn on David that perhaps, Emma might not have made the same choices had she been sober.

"We... did..." He frowns, sitting up. "Are you ok?"

"I need all the Tylenol in the castle, but I'm fine." She sits up too, pulling the sheet up with her, which seems ridiculous when they have definitely seen everything at this point. "Look, it's just-- this can't ever happen. Ever again. And you can't tell anyone." She shudders.

"Was it that bad?" he asks, crinkling his brow. This seems pretty extreme. She's acting a lot more repulsed than he'd... hoped. He has a lot of feelings for her, after all. Strong ones. That she seems disgusted hurts.

She sighs. "That's not it. Look..." She grimaces and looks towards him. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you for a while. Something I... really should have told you last night. Shit." She puts her head in her hands and he can't tell if it's shame or the hangover. Maybe both.

"Emma?"

"You're my father," she says into muffled hands.

He stares at her, but she doesn't start laughing or do anything to indicate that this might be the most awful joke in history. "...that's impossible. We're the same age."

"I know. Don't make me explain. It'll only sound worse." She still hasn't looked up. "I need my clothes."

Her father. His perspective changes. He wants to protect her from all the bad things in the world. There's something familiar about her. He loved her from the moment he saw her, he feels like he's known her forever. She has his tact.

Suddenly, he wants to throw up, and he knows it's not the lingering effects of the alcohol. "...I've made a terrible mistake."

adam/stiles/lydia, this plan backfired in the best/worst way

francesca tries to seduce christos but he'd rather be seduced by val'drin (can end in threesome)

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jack/gar round table sex | cw: discussions of character death!

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True Love's Buggering

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MULTI-KINK VIDEO

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