Porn meme, stolen from [ profile] corset_camellia

Jun. 23rd, 2010 11:20 pm
shini02: (Tweek)
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Give me a pairing and an emotion, and I will write a few paragraphs of smut for them.

You know my fandoms, what I write (which is, like, anything and everything, odd kinks and fetishes included) and what I won't (which, uh, is nothing? lol I have no shame). Also offering AU (of any variety) and/or crossovers, if anyone's interested. Request as many as you'd like. I'm bored and need something interesting to fill my time with. <3

Date: 2010-06-24 03:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I'm usually somewhat a prude when it comes to anything smutty, but OH WELL IMMA REQUEST SOMETHING.

Pairing: WHOEVER YOU WANT. Couldn't think of anybody XD
Emotion: Regret

[ Brooklyn x Lucita ]

Date: 2010-06-24 03:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He supposes she's right when she says he's big. he also supposes he should have thought this through before pushing inside of her - and oh, Gods above, it's a tight squeeze. She's hot and she's wet and he swears if she clenches any tighter, he'll explode right then and there.

"R-relax," he tells her as he starts to move, pulls out, pushes back in.

"T-too big," she repeats, but the last thing she wants is for him to stop. She waited this long to give herself to him, and she's not going to turn back now, even if it feels like he could tear her apart if he so much as moved the wrong way. He's stretching her to the limit, and she'd never known pain could feel so good before in her life.

When they're finished, and she's laying there on the roof, covered in her sweat and his come, with a small pool of blood between her thighs. A matching blood stain is on his cock, and it glistens a brighter red than that of his slicked skin in the moonlight.

It will be a long while before they ever do this again, he thinks. Because even if she enjoyed herself, he knows there shouldn't be that much blood.

Too big, she'd cried. Too big -

Date: 2010-06-24 03:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
WandaxToadxPixie, I'll let you decide on the emotion.

[ jealousy ]

Date: 2010-06-24 03:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
There's something ironic, Wanda thinks, about the way Toad has the butterfly-girl wrapped up in his tongue, squeezing at her as the tip wanders across her perky breasts, prodding at hard, aching nipples. Her thought process is cut short, however, as he thrusts his way inside of her again, causing her to whimper and duck her head.

Not for long, though. Because Megan is moaning and pleading (N-no, Todd - d-down there - please - ) and he's complying, unwrapping her from his tongue and shifting positions almost violently. He gets off his knees, falls onto his back, and suddenly Wanda's riding him, and when she looks over her shoulder, she can see Megan kneeling over his face.

That tongue is sliding in, deeper than a normal human's, and Megan is making these noises that just grate on Wanda's nerves.

He used to give her that kind of attention.
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[ Quatre; insanity ]

Date: 2010-06-24 04:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
ZERO shows him.

It has been years since the wars, even longer since he used that wretched system, but ZERO still influences him, and ZERO shows him what will happen if he gets too close to her.

Zero shows him her on an office desk, papers scattered on the floor with ink spilled over them (he'll need the ink blots later, he thinks). She's begging for it, begging for him to fuck her, to stick it in and do it till she bleeds.

And he does.

And she screams.

The gunmetal is cold inside her, and his finger's on the trigger, itching, twitching, begging to squeeze -

He snaps back to reality, pushes her away and tells her he can't, not today.

Because ZERO showed him.

[ Gojyo; need ]

Date: 2010-06-24 04:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He knows what ladies like, and gives them what they want. So when this one girl begs for a southern accent, tells him to ride her till the cows come home, he obliges.

He mounts her from behind, grips her hips and tells her the things she wants to hear, all the dirty things that make her wetter, tighter, hotter.

"Baby, baby, you're so damn tight."

"I'm gonna slip out, you're so fucking wet."

And she cries and she moans and she begs for more, and she's none the wiser as he grants her every wish, she no idea of the things he really wants to say.

Things like, "don't leave me" and "I won't mess this up" and "fuck it all to hell and back again, I need you, you stubborn bitch."

Some things, he thinks between " f-fucking tight -" and "m'gonna come, baby" are just better left unsaid.

Date: 2010-06-24 06:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I need to brush up on your fandoms, apparently. e__e

But is it bad that I am absurdly happy to have one of my memes ganked, even if I ganked it from someone else first? XD;

Date: 2010-06-24 06:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Not at all, lol. I'd never done a porn meme before, so when I saw it, I was like, HOMG. YOINK! XD

Gonna request something? :o 'cause, srsly, I need to write more for you. <3 You're just that awesome and you deserve ficcage and porn galore.

Date: 2010-06-24 06:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yay for spreading the love! And by love, I mean smut. The world needs more smut.

Ngh, I am unworthy of this praise. I never even finished that Ariel/Axel I was supposed to do as your trade. D8 So, I will request something from you if you request something from me. (You'd count as an exception, you know, so you're not limited to listed fandoms.)

You still into Star Trek, by any chance?

Date: 2010-06-24 06:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Alright, that sounds fair enough. <3 Fire at will, and I'll head on over to your LJ to make a request now. ^^

And yes, yes I am still into Star Trek. :)

Date: 2010-06-24 06:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
In that case, Kirk/Spock, devotion. :'D

Date: 2010-06-24 06:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It happens every seven years, and the last time it happened, Spock had nearly killed him.

This time, it is different. When the symptoms begin to show, Kirk is the one to advance on Spock, and eventually he goads him into bed, into doing what his nature is begging him to do. Spock warns that it could hurt, become violent, more than a human can handle, and Kirk, being Kirk shuts him up halfway through a lecture, crushing their lips together.

It does hurt, and it is violent, and Spock is frightening when driven by primal lust, but Kirk takes it like a man, steady, strong, and when it's finished and Spock is calm, Kirk takes him by the hand and tangles their fingers together.

"Anytime," Kirk breathes heavily, "anytime you need me."

Spock remains expressionless as he stares at his Captain, but the grip on his hand tightens just a fraction.

"Understood, Captain.
Edited Date: 2010-06-24 06:39 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-06-24 06:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
<3 <3 I'm glad you liked it!

Date: 2010-06-24 10:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
BJ x Lydia
Emotion: Need.


BJ x Lydia
Emotion: Over Whelmed!

Date: 2010-06-24 03:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Moze/Jas plz. :)

Date: 2010-06-24 03:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oops forgot the emotion there. It just didn't seem important. How about...

Date: 2010-06-25 01:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She learns quickly that a person does not make love to Mozenrath. He fucks them, uses them up until there's nothing left inside except ugly things. Things like anger and pain and a constant wonder, what did I do to deserve this?

And she would ask, but she knows his answer.

Why, Princess, this is just a small price one must pay when bedding the enemy.

There are other, worse consequences, she knows - but at the moment, with him looming over her, driving himself in deep, crooning the worst things possible into her ear, she honestly can't think of fates worse than this. He had been as close to kind as he could get prior, sweet, almost romantic in his own dark ways. But then the clothes came off, and he bared his soul to her - and it wasn't a tragic and beautiful thing that could be fixed with her help.

It was ugly and demented and she knew in an instant she could never fix him.

And by the time they would finish, she knew no one would be able to fix her, either.

Date: 2010-06-25 03:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Awesome, very awesome. The preface to this would be interesting but it stands very well on its own. Mozenrath is a messed up guy.

I love the last line.

Date: 2010-06-25 03:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
<3 I'm glad you liked it! And the last line's my favorite, too. :)

Date: 2010-06-24 07:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Zapp Branagan/Fry: bitterness

Date: 2010-06-25 01:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
omfg, I have never written Futurama fic before. XD THIS'LL BE FUN. <3


He'll blame it on the alcohol in the morning.

Zapp's hands are skilled, and they make their way down Fry's body all too easily, sliding from his shoulder to his chest, passed his stomach and finally they stop at his crotch. One hand grips his hip, and the other goes to work on his cock, kneading the flesh until it's swollen and hard and needing attention.

He'll hate himself for begging for it in the morning.

Zapp's mouth is just as magical as his hand, apparently, because once Fry's dick is inside that warm wetness, all he can do is make these little sounds that sound nothing like anything he's ever done before during sex. And, oh, Zapp can do this thing none of his girlfriends ever could, and he thinks he'll come right then and there as his dick is partly swallowed.

He'll try to forget all of this by morning. Try to forget the way Zapp's hard dick felt inside of him, how it burned and ached and he chanted that smug bastard's name like a mantra.

But until morning, until he tries to forget and he blames the alcohol and hates himself a little bit more than usual, he'll take it - because it's all he can get, and beggers still can't be choosers.

Date: 2010-06-26 09:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*foam at mouth* godddd yes that was fucking great! Thank you so much!

Date: 2010-06-26 12:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I'm so, so glad you liked it! And I never thought I'd say this, but writing from Fry's POV was fucking awesome! <3 I think I might write more Futurama fic sometime. <3

Date: 2010-06-25 02:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Pairing: Jafar/Jasmine
Emotion: Resentment

Date: 2010-06-25 01:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]


"Oh, Princess."

She cringes and so badly wants to throw the platter's contents at him, to stain his robes with red wine and see the flesh of the apple splatter against his, possibly bruising later. But she can't, because she no longer has power over him. He's in control, he's in charge, and he's tugging on the chains connected to the shackles about her wrists, and she has no choice but to go to him.

She says nothing as he gives the chain a sharp yank, forcing her to her knees.

"Princess, Princess," he muses, and there's a lilt in his voice that makes her blood run like ice through her veins. She watches in horror as he splits apart his robes, spreads his legs and displays himself to her, one sickeningly thin hand trailing over the shaft.

"Other services are required of you for the moment," he says, and his free hand reaches behind her head and he forces himself inside her mouth.

She wants to bite it, but she won't, because that would only make things worse. She squeezes her eyes shut, complies and does her best at what it is he wants her to do - but, oh, he will regret this.

"I always have had a thing for the whores in this palace," he chuckles darkly, threading his fingers through her dark hair, and she grazes her teeth across the throbbing flesh, her face becoming aflame with hate and anger and embarrassment.

He will most certainly come to regret ever laying a hand on her.
Edited Date: 2010-06-25 03:57 pm (UTC)

Date: 2010-06-26 02:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Appropriately hot and creepy all at once. I love it. XD

Date: 2010-06-26 12:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yay! I love writing Jafar. Not as fun as Mozenrath, but close enough. <3 The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, right? ;P

Date: 2010-06-26 02:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Pairing: Dinobot/Cheetor
Emotion: Awe/Wonder :P

Date: 2010-06-26 12:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
How about a hint of both? ;)


Neither will tell exactly how it happened, and if they were being honest with themselves, how didn't matter. Neither did where or why.

In short, they supposed, now, that Cheetor had been curious, had been the pursuer, coming into Dinobot's quarters all shudders and hot mech fluid. His hands had wrung together as he fumbled with his words, trying to sound as flirtatious and casual as Rattrap, because the mech made this sort of thing look easy.

Except it wasn't easy, and his attempts only proved to annoy Dinobot, and he snarled as he stood, towering over the younger Maximal. Clawed hands gripped spotted shoulders and forced him back against a wall as he bent down, dentals bared, optics narrowed.

"Sparkling," he'd taunted, because, really, this mech was just too young.

"I - I'm sorry, okay?" Cheetor had replied, and squirmed in his grasp, trying to free himself of the bigger body. "I'll just go, and you can pretend this never happened."

And maybe it was the squirming and the sense of fear in the other Transformer, but Dinobot knows that was when he pulled him from the wall, flung him onto the floor near his cot and straddled that writhing body.

Claws teased heated circuits until respiratory systems nearly failed, and by the time outlets were filled and inlets were pulsing, surging, everything became blurred in Cheetor's mind. And now he's trying to catch his breath and Dinobot's staring at the ceiling, optics dimmed.

"That was amazing," Cheetor croons, typically, as Dinobot had expected.

"Hm," is Dinobot's response, not taking the compliment, and he never will, not until it means something.

"So," Cheetors murmurs a few seconds later, "what now?"

Dinobot says nothing, just shows him the door, and he understands and leaves with his head hung low and his circuits still throbbing.

Date: 2010-06-26 06:48 pm (UTC)
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sunstreaker x ofc x sideswipe

Date: 2010-07-07 08:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I hate that I had to use OotE/TM's canon, but it works, so whatever. Anybody has a problem with it, they can kiss my ass; I helped make the fucking thing.

...Sorry to vent there. On to the smut.


She was lively, which was good, because she needed that much energy to keep up with them - a feat few could do, literally or metaphorically. But, oh, she managed well, with one hand wrapped around the base of Sideswipe's cock, her mouth planted on the head of it, while Sunstreaker drove himself into her wet center roughly.

He thrust into her, and she sucked and bobbed and rubbed and tugged as much as she could, trying her best not to choke or squeeze too hard. But the pleasure between her legs was almost unbearable, and tears of pleasure were leaking down her cheek as she was worked over in the best and worst ways possible.

When they came, it was a mess. Sideswipe spilled himself on her neck and faced, while Sunstreaker shamelessly poured his load all over her thighs and stomach. Her orgasm was no less extreme, as the pressure had caused her to squirt some, back arched high off the couch.

These human bodies were disgusting, frail and weak, but they supposed they could get used to the fringes while they'd last.