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brittanafan and nudeinthegutter.Rules:
♥ All pairings and kinks are acceptable, porny and gen alike. There are no limits on what may be requested in this meme.
♥ All genre are welcome. This means fluff, angst, mind fuck, crack, whatever prompts are fine. Again, smut is not a mandatory part of the request.
♥ RPF is a-okay.
♥ Keep your hate out of the meme.
♥ If you make a request, try to fill one as well.
♥ Anyone can fill anything, even if you're filling something you requested yourself.
♥ While it is not mandatory, try to remain anonymous. No one knows who you are, and no one will judge you for what you request.
♥ Leave requests in a comment to this post.
♥ Post only one request per comment. If you want to make two requests, please put them in separate comments.
♥ Please mail me with any questions on the rules. I will add the answer here.
For inspiration here is a list common kinks.
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obvious prompt is obvious.
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Life hadn't always been rough for Rocket. She grew up in a cute house, in a cute suburb, and with a very cute sister. While her parents had never been terribly affectionate to her, she always had Sweet Pea to look out for her. After every spanking, every fight, every time their parents chewed Rocket out for something, she could find solace in the arms of her big sister. As time went on and the two sisters grew up, times got harder on the family, and everything trickled down to Rocket. It wasn't long before the mere appearance of Rocket's father in the doorway made her cower in fear. Sweet Pea tried her best to keep her out of trouble, but every time she came crying into her room with a new black eye or cigarette burn, it was all she could do to keep herself from flipping out and making things even with her parents. The only thing stopping her was that she knew without her Rocket would never survive in the world. So instead she hugged Rocket tighter, kissed away her tears, and held her in bed until they fell asleep
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If only it had continued this way, maybe nothing would have happened, but the sisters never had a model of a healthy, traditional relationship. All they had was each other, and every tight embrace lead them both to a world far away from their parents - a world where they were heroines and not victims. That feeling is addicting, so naturally it lead further. Both of them knowing it their relationship was wrong, but with so many things falling apart around them, how could they say no to each other. It never went further than chaste kisses and Sweet Pea's hands pressed into the small of Rocket's back pulling her closer, but it was enough.
Then one day, while dancing around the house, Rocket knocked the beer out of her father's hands and onto their new tv set, shorting it out. It came too fast for Rocket to prepare, to escape this world for a better one. A jab to her face broke her nose and sent her sprawling to the floor. A kick to the ribs drove the breath out of her; prevented her from even sobbing at the pain. Her father roughly grabber her by the arm, pulling her down the hallway and past Sweet Pea's door. The look that she shared with Rocket was unmistakable. She said silently, in a split second, "I'll never let this happen again. I'm sorry." And, Rocket would have sworn before she was dragged away, "I want you."
It was the middle of the night before Rocket crept into Sweet Pea's room, but her sister was still awake waiting for her. She pulled back the sheets and pulled her into their usual embrace. But this time Rocket was beyond crying. She wanted her sister on her own terms, not because of what their dad had done to them. She lunged at her sister, pressing her mouth against Sweet Pea's, ignoring the pain from her broken nose. She pressed her body tightly against hers, griding into her. She felt like she wanted to merge their bodies together, become someone stronger and more in control of their fate - but she couldn't. So she grabbed at her sister, finding any handhold she could to squeeze and pull into her.
Maybe Rocket was too rough, maybe Sweet Pea was too nervous, or maybe she was afraid of what her father would do to them, but when Rocket grabbed her long blonde hair close to the scalp and pulled, Sweet Pea cried out, a bit too loud. Loud enough that her father heard and came storming into the room. Rocket wasn't going to be a victim any longer. She grabbed a water glass off of the night stand and smashed it into her father's head, knocking him over. She grabbed her clothes off of the floor, looked back at her sister and said "I'm sorry..." Then she fled out the front door and into the night. She couldn't bear to leave her sister behind, but she knew she couldn't stay there any longer.
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March 28 2011, 20:23:14 UTC 1 year ago
Angry sex
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March 28 2011, 20:24:15 UTC 1 year ago
Dom!Sweet Pea/Sub!Baby Doll
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March 28 2011, 20:26:57 UTC 1 year ago
And here's some inspiration (http://www.daylife.com/search?q=jamie+chung+vanessa+hudgens), if any's needed.
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April 1 2011, 11:01:15 UTC 1 year ago
Paradise
It's not explicit, because I'm seriously bad at that, but it's sex. I hope it's fluffy enough.------
“It’s about you,” Baby Doll says. She’s sitting in the middle of a patchwork quilt which is spread on a grassy meadow. There are dishes, sandwiches, and a picnic basket and lemonade surrounding her. The lighting looks off, somehow. Too bright and soft. You look around, trying to figure out what’s wrong, but Baby Doll speaks again, bringing your attention back to her. “It was always about you.”
Now you understand. “This is a dream.”
“Is it?” Baby Doll smiles and pours a glass of lemonade. She hands it to you. “Who decides what’s a dream and what’s real?”
“Reality is real,” you say a bit irritably, but you take the glass she hands you. When Baby Doll doesn’t say anything you drink, and it’s sweet and sour together, and you can’t tell which flavor is stronger. Maybe it doesn’t matter.
“It’s whatever you want it to be,” Baby Doll says, and you frown, wondering if she’s reading your mind.
“What is?”
“Everything.”
She smiles, and drops her eyes, looking equal parts shy and coy, and then looks up at you from under those impossibly long eyelashes and you get it. It doesn’t matter if this is reality, or a dream, some disturbed music-induced therapy session, or heaven, because Baby Doll is here and you’re here. It doesn’t matter how you got here, all that matters is what you do with it.
“You saved me,” you breathe as you lean forward.
“We saved each other,” Baby Doll replies. Her eyes close as she leans forward to meet you.
Your lips meet and now you know what Paradise is. It’s not just freedom and safety, it’s comfort and understanding and unconditional love, and you found all of these things in the most unlikely place imaginable. It almost literally took a journey through hell to find your way to heaven, and now that you’re there you wouldn’t change any of it.
Baby Doll makes a soft sound of pleasure and reaches up to fist both her hands in your hair. You encircle her with an arm to bring her closer, enjoying the closeness you denied yourself in the past because you felt you had other obligations. Baby Doll wraps her legs around your waist, and for a few blissful moments, you just sit there, cuddling and kissing.
Eventually, Baby Doll pulls away, and even though it’s a separation of inches, it feels like miles. “You’re still holding back,” she says. “There’s nothing to hide from here.” And then, leading the way as always, she gently pushes you back on the blanket.
“Relax,” she whispers as she lowers herself over you. “Just let everything go.”
So you do. You close your eyes, and concentrate on nothing but the feel of Baby Doll's hands, surprisingly soft despite long days of scrubbing floors, as they travel lightly over your body -- first over cloth, then on skin as she slowly peels off your dress. You feel the slight stickiness of lemonade on her lips as she kisses your neck, then your breasts, your stomach, and lower. And then you lose all coherent thought as the world explodes with sensation and light.
Paradise.
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March 29 2011, 00:39:24 UTC 1 year ago
Baby Doll discovers and takes control of her sexuality, as according to Emily's interview. Urgh, I can't believe they took it out of the movie.
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March 29 2011, 05:43:13 UTC 1 year ago
Top battle. Preferably, Sweet Pea loses and is put in her place!
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March 29 2011, 06:05:50 UTC 1 year ago
(The movie suggested this so often but left it unfulfilled, I just can't help myself... or get it out of my head...!)
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April 4 2011, 02:18:55 UTC 1 year ago
There were red circles wrapped around her wrist; marks of the hands that had been restraining her. Scratches at the back of her neck came from her first effort to fight back. She'd told him to go fuck himself while pushing against him and he'd said he rather fuck her.
Should've known better, she thought, remembering the moment she'd reached the room she so often entertained her clients in. She had left a pair of her stockings by the bed from the show a week before and Blue was requesting she wore them tonight. Failure to do so would result in..... well, she guessed just this, but she always followed the rules; always did what Blue wanted. That's how she'd won her place, how she was the star of the fucking show, how she'd kept herself out of this bullshit for so long she'd forgotten her place.
She wasn't sure why there had been four of them wandering so far away from Blue; normally they were stuck with their lips to his feet all hours of the day, but none of that mattered when they'd stopped her at the doorway. Their voices were like echoes in her head she wished she could will away.
"Hey, Sweet Thing, why aren't you rehearsing?" the one the in center of the half circle they'd formed around her had asked. She'd sassed back and said her name was Sweet Pea, asshole, and don't ever forget it. It was a mistake she'd never made before and that was all it took. In all of a few seconds they'd had her pinned on the bed, door shut, mouth gagged and panties off. By some grace of God, she'd blacked out after the second turn and woke up she didn't know how much later. Her body shook getting up, her voice crying out in what she imagined would be a scream if she had more strength, but was only a whimper with each movement.
Now, she was at her bed and was thankful to find no one there. She knelt down on the floor, resting her head on her matress. Maybe she could will herself into getting cleaned up and back to the stage before anyone came looking for her. No one would have to know and she would never let it happen again.
That just wasn't in the cards, though. Blondie had been in the corner the whole time and called her name out as soon as she laid on eyes on her. She didn't hear her, though, and didn't notice her until Blondie was behind her crouching on the floor and placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Sweet Pea?" she asked softly, staring into her glistening eyes. "Sweet Pea, what happened?"
She averted her eyes to the floor and didn't answer. She hooked her hand on Blondie's and tugged it off of her shoulder, then stood just to fall clumsily on her bed, curling herself up on her side and hugging her pillow at her head.
"Sweet Pea, who....." Blondie's voice trailed off as the sound of heels clicking on the floor approached the doorway.
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March 30 2011, 04:31:07 UTC 1 year ago
Watchmen crossover
I just saw Sucker Punch and fucking loved it. I need a crossover AU in which the girls are a team of mercenaries, led not by the Wise Guy, but the Comedian. I'd rather it be pure badassery and non-shippy, but the details are up to anon.x-posted to Watchmen kinkmeme
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April 1 2011, 18:52:15 UTC 1 year ago
beat the clock
"We're out in half an hour," Blondie hisses when Amber pushes her against the plane."That sounds like a challenge." Amber's already grinning as she kisses Blondie, which makes it so their mouths don't quite fit together -- but she'll take it. They're both adaptable. And sure enough, Blondie figures it out too, her soft lips and warm wet mouth curling up into a giggle in spite of her own worrying.
Amber's already got a hand around her waist, fingers sliding over the curve of it and under Blondie's gunbelt, where if she presses she can just feel the cleft of Blondie's ass. "You really think you're that good?" Blondie murmurs as Amber presses a kiss against her throat, just under her earlobe. But while her voice is still quiet, it's a lot less urgent now, all sun-warmed water. Amber doesn't even answer that, just slides a leg between Blondie's and slips a hand inside of her top, thanking God that Blondie hasn't done her zipper up all the way.
Blondie's needy and noisy, which turns Amber on like not much else can. Especially at times like these, when she has to keep dragging her mouth back up to Blondie's and kissing her, those same not-quite-fitting kisses (although really, in a weird way, they're the ones that fit best of all, if you ask Amber) because she's trying not to grin. "Shhhh," she keeps murmuring, which only seems to get Blondie hotter, which only turns Amber on more, so that they've got to have set some kind of record with how soon they're both panting. Blondie's making these little high-pitched noises as she rubs against Amber's thigh; sometimes Amber swallows them with kisses but sometimes she lets them float like bubbles into the big open air of the hangar.
Amber loves a challenge. She also loves the feeling of Blondie's muscles -- even through the fabric of her suit -- getting tight-tighter-tightest under her free hand. It's all tension and ache and heat and Blondie's little whimpers turning almost to sobs for all that she tries to choke them back. Finally she sags, her breath shaking, held up between Amber and the now-warmed metal skin of the plane.
"See?" Amber murmurs, kissing Blondie at the peak of her cheekbone, just beneath her eye, and then checking her watch. "Still twelve minutes. Now we know I'm that good."
Blondie giggles, silly and giddy for once, and then grabs Amber's ass with both hands, so that she laughs too. "If Sweetpea weren't always early, I'd make sure I beat that, you know," Blondie says, grinding her hips a little against Amber's.
"So competitive!" Amber finally pushes herself off the plane again, and adjusts her hat, making sure it's set just right. "Lucky for you, the day's just getting started."
"Lucky for me," Blondie agrees, and slaps Amber's ass before going around to check her guns once more. She's walking straight and her hair's no more messy than usual, but there's a curve to her mouth, a grin Amber can't not notice. As she climbs into the cockpit and runs through her checklist, she realizes she's wearing a matching one of her own.
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March 31 2011, 02:22:28 UTC 1 year ago
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She's gonna get out of there. She's gonna escape - and be free. She and the others, they're gonna escape from this place, they're gonna find paradise, and savor every breath of fresh air outside these oppulent cells. But she asks the girls anyway; what's he like? She wants to be prepared. Just in case.'He's handsome, from what I've seen,' Blondie tells her. 'But I've only seen him a couple of times in the audience. And it's been a while.'
'He's rich,' Rocket adds.
'He's specific,' Sweet Pea states with an air of finality. 'He comes here for only one type of girl.'
Amber touches her shoulder. 'I'm sure he's not all that bad.'
'Besides,' Rocket adds, whispering conspiratorily, 'We'll be long gone by the time he's here for you.' She smiles.
Babydoll smiles back. But she still wants to know more. What to expect if...if they're not long gone by the time he's there for her. 'Which girls have...had him for a client?'
'None of the girls here,' Blondie informs her. 'After he comes, we never see them again.'
Rocket and Amber look down awkwardly. Sweet Pea says nothing.
Babydoll swallows. She doesn't ask any more questions.
- She asks Sweet Pea in hushed tones if she's ever seen the doctor coming for her.
'A couple of times. He doesn't come around us,' she tells her. 'He comes, and if any girls are scheduled, he takes care of them. Then he leaves. He's not cruel,' she adds with glassy eyes.
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She's gonna get out of there. All of them are. They're gonna soar, free as birds. Find new lives outside the cages and the bars.
He'll be there in one day.
But she's gonna get out of there.
- Babydoll sits in the theater for the last time and takes in the sight of each and every girl. She goes over the plan one more time in her head.
The doctor will arrive tomorrow morning, and he'll trapped her here forever.
But she's gonna do some damage before then. She's gonna set Sweet Pea free, because Sweet Pea doesn't deserve this. She deserves this; she's lost it, there's enough left to know it.
Sweet Pea's different. It's this place that broke her. She's got a chance outside these walls, because outside these walls, she can heal.
Babydoll was fucked before stepping foot inside this wretched place. She doesn't think she'll ever heal; even if she had all the time in the world. She doesn't think she'd ever be able to heal.
The doctor comes for her tomorrow, and Blue's staring at her again. -
They're dead. They're all dead - her mother, her sister - Rocket, Amber, Blondie. They're gone.
It's just her and Sweet Pea now.
The High Roller is waiting for the show.
Blue's laying defeated on the floor.
Rocket, Amber, and Blondie aren't breathing anymore.
Babydoll cries, because it wasn't supposed to be like this. They were all supposed to be free. They were gonna get out of this place, and fly free. Fly away to paradise. She was gonna set them all free.
It's her fault - her sister's laying cold in the closet - they're dead.
But she's gonna be free. She goes and finds Sweet Pea. They're gonna be free.
- She tells Sweet Pea to run as fast as she can. Run free. She doesn't try for it, because it won't work.
Even if she gets out of there, it won't work. She's broken now, and there's just no mending her.
Soon the doctor will be there for her. And Babydoll doesn't mind it so much anymore, because he's gonna take her away forever. He'll tuck her mind away somewhere safe; paradise.
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Paradise. A place where he can't have her. Ever. -
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