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likedillinger) wrote in theround2014-07-14 11:48 pm
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kink meme 1.0
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.)
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!
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!
i was gonna take this in an anal beads direction but it just wasn't happening so no smut
Funny, the way she phrases it like an order instead of the pouting request she tries to make it sound like. Des reaches out to shove her out of the way, but selective corporeality is a bitch and his hand just passes through her like mist. Somehow, that only makes him more pissed.
“I helped. A little gratitude wouldn’t kill you.” A beat. She seems entirely too amused with herself, and Des doesn’t even have to fucking look at her to know that. “Unfortunately.” There it is.
He shoulders straight past her, allowing her to pick up at his heels.
“Well, that makes right up for the four thousand years of fucking me around now, doesn’t it?” He spits out the words, drenched in bitterness.
Azrael taps her fingers against her lips, looking entirely too satisfied with herself as she corrects him, “Four thousand years of knowing you, but only seven months of fucking you.”
Somehow, that doesn’t seem to have cheered him up. In fact, she’s fairly certain she just heard him growl. Scratch that—completely certain. Perfectly manicured eyebrows arch up higher on her forehead.
“You’re the only reason I was in there in the first place. Anderson’s gave himself a smite-boner over your damn curse.” The innocent expression is entirely at odds with her countenance, but she tries it on anyway, pressing her palm to her chest and having the gall to look offended.
One hand rests on his outer arm, the other on top of his shoulder as she pulls him to a stop outside of the church.
“I want to make it up to you.”
She doesn’t want to make it up to him, he knows. She wants to make it worse.
“You’ve done enough.”
Swooping around, she moves to stand in front of him, hands on her hips.
“Don’t be a child, Des, or all you’ll get is an extra hour in the ball pit.” His brow furrows and he opens his mouth, ready to demand what the hell she’s talking about, but Azrael raises a hand and twirls it, gesturing behind him with a nod and a sweeping gesture.
A sad, deflated kiddie pool sits on the asphalt of the parking lot. One side has deflated entirely, and some of the hollow, plastic balls pour out from the valley created.