RELEASE THE EVIL

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Kink Meme 2.0

Same rules as last time.

post a request anonymously with the pairing of your choice and a prompt/kink/what have you, fill requests that catch your eye!

- one request per comment!
- if you make a request, please try and fill one too!
- have fun!
- chat is full of terrible people!

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[(Anonymous)]

ANON/ABRAXAS

HATESEX

STILL TECHNICALLY ANON FILL, LAWL - Destiny 1/???

[recompiling]

Five hundred cycles. Five hundred cycles without the virus. Five hundred cycles for the memories of those dark times to fade. To let himself forget a little bit – Bostrum, Arjia, Radia… Gibson. To focus on something else. Because even with things the way they were, they still weren’t as bad as those days. He doubted they ever could be.

Five. Hundred. Cycles.

Five hundred cycles later and he was somewhere different, and the virus was back, and everything flooded back. He might have pretended to forget, but all of the data was still there, brilliantly clear like the sky on the station. You can’t just rid yourself of your first memories. Your first lightcycle ride, young and terrified as everything exploded around you. The first time you activated the mag mod on your disc and the experience of flight.

Your first real opponent.

He’d fought a few infected, before he met their maker. Their master. It had frightened him a little, not that he’d ever admit it because he’s not supposed to be that weak. But leaping in and stopping the virus for the first time, at the ceremony… that was when he’d experienced a strange moment of clarity. This was who he was supposed to fight. The one he’d been made to combat, even if the Creator hadn’t intended him specifically for it.

Destiny.

He fought the virus, broke his disc. “I think you would have preferred death to this.” No. Never death. That wasn’t what he was meant for. And the virus had left, leaping to a ledge, and they’d spared each other looks. I’ll be seeing you again. But they hadn’t. Not until Bostrum. He fought the virus’s infected programs, finding no pleasure in the act, but then Clu… did what Clu did. And the virus was off his radar for the barest moment. Much later, he wondered if he’d been off the virus’s radar. He doubted it, cycles later. It was too convenient, that the virus would go where he was heading.

“Welcome it. It’s easier.”

No one knew it – at least he didn’t think they did – but he would have stood and fought if Gibson hadn’t screamed at him to run. He had drawn his disc, ready to face the virus. They were meant for this. But Gibson’s voice broke through the fog and he’d taken off after him, sensing the virus hot on their trail, listening to his cajoling yells. “I love a good chase!” And they got away. But not for long. It wasn’t until later that he realized he’d seen it coming, with a yellow light ribbon stretching along the cliff to his right as he drove Flynn’s lightcycle.

The virus was always faster.

[(Anonymous)]

ERIDAN/SOLLUX

...ALSO HATESEX

[(Anonymous)]

BRO/JACK

EVEN MORE HATESEX

[(Anonymous)]

BLACK-TWO/NOBLE SIX

First for not hatesex?

[(Anonymous)]

Jorge/Bonny

"Tang"

reCAPTCHA has the word "placenta" in it. Thought I'd share.

[(Anonymous)]

EMILE/LEGION/TERMINATOR

Dance real damn cray-cray.

[(Anonymous)]

Kevin Flynn/Tron

"Welcome home"

[(Anonymous)]

Jorge/Jack/Vaultie

They're haaaaaalping

I dont even

[(Anonymous)]

Red as a dominatrix.

[(Anonymous)]

clu/soundwave

DATA UPLOAD

[(Anonymous)]

Kanaya/Jaime

Sloppy prom makeouts.

Most Certainly Not in a Flushed State of Mind [1/2]

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She's about a foot shorter than him which makes it even more awkward when their heads are pushed into each other by one of the more drunken party-goers, lips meeting uncouthly in the middle while they stare at each other. He's wide-eyed and she's trying not-so-subtlety to avoid looking at him, which is difficult with their heads centimeters apart and connected at the lips. She's an alien and he's an alien (sort of) and they're kissing, neither of them sure if they want to stop because then they'd have to talk about it and Jaime doesn't even know where to begin explaining human romance to a chainsaw-wielding alien girl.

Surprisingly enough, Kanaya is the first one to move, eyes fluttering shut and head tilting just slightly to give them a better angle and Jaime is wondering 'where the hell she learned that from' before deciding it's probably a species thing. The scarab is murmuring various bits of data about her to him:


and


It's the last one that really gets him because the scarab really shouldn’t be giving him these options and their mouths are already sloppily pressed together in a moment so painfully inept that it could probably solidify and be used to murder passersby. Her lipstick is smearing and there's a small amount of saliva helping their mouths slide together, wet and hot and messy. Jaime's eyes screw shut at the realization and he presses back because 'what if I hurt her feelings or something' and at the same time thinking 'I have a girlfriend' but he moves his mouth against hers anyway and slips his an arm around her waist, hand pressing lightly against the small of her back. She tangles her fingers in his hair in response, sharp nails scratching lightly against his scalp.

They press together in a jumble of unfamiliarity and clumsiness, pushed into a dark corner of the room and trying not to focus on the blaring music, dancing people and general sleaziness of the situation. Kanaya's tongue darts out to drag lightly across Jaime's lower lip in curiosity -it feels rough when she rakes it across, not at all like the soft bumpy tongues of human girls- then it slips back into her mouth and her hands loosen their grip on his scalp, startled at her own daring. He isn't sure if he wants to repay the favor, slip his own tongue out for what he knows (and the scarab tells him) will be a taste of smeared black lipstick and their mingled saliva. Part of him thinks the notion is stupid and part of him figures he has nothing to lose.

So he slides the very tip of his tongue out, running it carefully across her lower lip and then quickly back across when he feels a light sting and tastes copper when he pulls back his tongue. They recoil from each other at the same time, Jaime to nurse his small tongue cut and Kanaya because she's realized what happened about the same time he did. He sucks on his tongue, idly pressing it onto the hollow of his cheek while she subconsciously licks her lips, both of them tasting a bit of the sharp metal taste that comes with blood.

[(Anonymous)]

Davesprite/Nepeta.

The most adorable matesprits pawssible! (Keep it to kissing and being cute, please. ;_; )

Ah geez what with the adorable ideas...

[(Anonymous)]

"AC stalks her pray, creeping silently through the grass, her paws padding silently in the dirt."

Davesprite tensed, then untensed because as a certified coolkid, he was always relaxed in any situation. He could swear he had heard some whispering behind him, but a nonchalant glance over his shoulder revealed nothing. He shrugged and continued on his merry way, floating just a few feet above the tall grass.

"AC's pray is pawsitively oblivious to her purresence. She lowers to the ground, swishing her tail ever so cutely."

Okay, he knew he heard whispering now. Seriously, where the fuck was it coming fro-

"HERE I COME, FEATHERBEAST! MURR-EOW!"

...really shoulda seen that one coming.

"Oof," was all the hapless sprite could utter, as his orange face was currently skidding across the dirt, giving him only new dirt braces for his attempts at speaking. He could feel his attacker's paws digging into his back, effectively pinning him and propelling him all at once.

It was only a few seconds before he ground to a halt. He heard an impish laugh, then felt something wet slide across his cheek.

"Terezi's wrong, I think you taste like-"

"I already told you, we're not discussing what I taste like," Davesprite spat out, jerking up so that his assailant rolled off his back and onto the grass, giggling. He spit out dirt and little sprigs of grass, then turned to give her a sunglass-covered glare. "I don't care if I taste like the best five-fucking-star cuisine, it's not being discussed."

"You're just trying to change the subject because I won," Nepeta taunted, sticking her tongue out at the ghost-like Strider. "That's seventeen for me and zero for you. You're kinda bad at this game, heeheehee!"

Davesprite got back to his (metaphorical) feet, dusting the front of his shirt. "I just didn't want to beat a girl. It's against the Strider way."

"And is it also the Strider way to lose seventeen times?"

"Yeah. Because we don't play games. I only purrticipate for the irony." A beat. "Participate."

"Heeheeheehee! My paw-uns are rubbing off on you!"

"You wish they were, Leijon, but the last thing I have rubbing off on me is your stupid cat puns. Plenty of your cat fur, but none of your puns. Yup, I'd say I'm purr-etty pun fur-ee he-oh damn it."

"Aww, you're purrfectly adorable, Mr. Strider!" She accentuated her declaration by rolling around in the warm sun, laughing.

He watched her for a second, then suddenly threw himself of her, pinning her arms to the ground. He allowed himself a victorious but still cool and ironic grin, while she gasped in surprise, eyes wide.

His grin slipped long enough for him to bend down and kiss her, gently. "I win."

A laugh greeted his statement, and before he could react Nepeta had flipped him and was on top of him again, kissing him a lot more forcefully than he had her.

"Nope. The cat always wins, silly featherbeast!"

"You don't watch many Saturday morning cartoons, do you?" Davesprite rolled his eyes and pulled the troll off his chest; she allowed it, snuggling into his side, careful of his wing.

"What game are we purrlaying now?" she asked, nuzzling her nose against his cheek.

"It's called "Coolkid and Catgirl Chill in the Sun" and it's the fucking best game you'll ever play in your whole life."

"Sounds purrfect to me, Dave."

"Purrfect."

[[OOC: Yeah, so I've never written for either of these guys before. I hope it didn't suck. |'D]]

[(Anonymous)]

Jaime/Anyone else in space armor

Armor frottage

[(Anonymous)]

Sollux/Feferi

aftermath

[(Anonymous)]

Eridan/evveryone
Bitches lovve wwhales

this will be my entire fill in the WHOLE MEME. a paid if you can guess who this is.

[(Anonymous)]

"OH WHALE," moaned bitch as other bitch slowly took off bitch 3's clothes. "STICK IT IN ME REPEATEDLY AND WITH FORCE BECAUSE SOMEHOW OUR SPECIES ARE COMPATIBLE."

Whale made whale noises similar to when Free Willy saw Jesse by the side of the pool, which means he's turned on to the max, and thrust his package into bitch with the hips he doesn't have. Unfortunately, one large difference between a whale and a female turian is that whales don't have two dicks, so other bitch and bitch 3 had nothing really to do besides rub themselves all up and down whale in a stereotypically sexy fashion.

Approximately 3.14 thrusts later, Whale came, unleashing his huge sticky whale load inside bitch, but lol bitch is puny human so while other bitch and bitch 3 are still like "O BB WHALE /coochie rubbin'", bitch is unable to contain that amount of liquid in her puny mortal womanparts, so she explodes in a fountain of blood and insides, but the moral of this story is

bitches lovve whales.

[(Anonymous)]

Dave/Bro/Davesprite

The puppets watch.

[(Anonymous)]

dave/sollux/davesprite


it's a sollux sandwitch with delicious whole-dave bread.

[(Anonymous)]

seconded

[(Anonymous)]

SHODAN / Sarah Connor

[(Anonymous)]

Prism/HAL/Vaultie

How to give blowjobs based on information Prism got off the internet and bad slash fanfiction

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nvjkvndakfas

[(Anonymous)]

Prism/Hypatia

prism discovers valentines day and uses it as an excuse to woo the stations ai

oh wait... how am sex prompts

[(Anonymous)]

Prism arrived at the nearest terminal with a magnetic bowtie and his eye glowing with a degree of malignancy that the station had rarely seen.

"We are not amused, 686 Ebulient Prism," Hypatia stated monotonously, crossing her arms. Sometimes it was hard to tell which fraction of Hypatia he was talking to, but as she wasn't calling him a security threat and attempting to destroy him, he was guessing it wasn't the crazy one.

He sounded as chipper as ever, none too deterred by her apparent displeasure. The mentioned 'something' just happened to be a rather large cooler that he dragged out of his lab with silvery tentacles. It left a crimson streak across the concrete. Hypatia's frown increased. HER STATION WAS SUPPOSED TO BE IMMACULATE.

Prism was quick to pop the cooler open and lift it up for her perusal. The entire thing was filled to the brim with what appeared to be organs. he explained.

"These are human hearts," she stated in disbelief.

He picked one up that was so large, it had to belong to one of the Spartans, and squished it. More blood dripped onto the pavement. This time, Hypatia did not seem to mind it as much.

"You did this for me?"



"Oh Prism. Someday we will crush the organics together..."

And then they sexed.

[(Anonymous)]

Kat/Carter/other member of Noble Team.

They show Carter how to do it right.

CLAIMED

[(Anonymous)]

[(Anonymous)]

Jack/Everyone YOUR CHOICE

Jack loves to help.







...With his mouth.

I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M BOTHERING WITH ANONYMOUS IT'S GOING TO BE OBVIOUS ANYWAY

[(Anonymous)]

The juicer groaned, thick pulp splattered all over his smooth curves. He had never experienced anything quite like that. Jack tossed the used orange over his shoulder with disdain. He wasn't through just yet. There was a flash of green, and suddenly he was holding a lemon.

"N-No," the orange juicer protested, "P-Please Jack. I-- I'm not meant to be used like this."

Jack just flashed a toothy grin, slicing the lemon in half with katana.

"Oh?" he practically giggled, "Should I go get a lime instead? Perhaps you might like that more."

The juicer sobbed, "P-Please! A-Anything b-but a l-lime! T-That would be so OOC!"

The prototyped archagent leaned in and gently flicked his tongue against the juicer. He couldn't decide what he enjoyed more. The sticky sweet pulp or the pure terror that he had subjugated the juicer to. His tongue continued to explore the juicer. Jack suppressed a moan, trying not to enjoy himself too much. Finally finished, he stood upright, towering over his prey.

"Fuck you," he growled, "I do wjahyt I want."

And with that, he slammed the lemon half down on the juicer and started twisted viciously. The juicer moaned, but not out of pain. If the orange juicer had eyes, they would have widened in shock at the revelation.

He was actually enjoying this.

dsfkjdshfk ahahahhaha ok I'm done here

[(Anonymous)]

Virgil/Any Halol

Virgil comes on a visor.

While they are sleeping.

[(Anonymous)]

York/Sarah/T-800

Might as well take a cue from the anonmeme.

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.../r/ Delta guest star.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh are we taking cues from the anonmeme now??

In that case: Cortana/Delta/Prism