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THE EDENSPHERE KINKMEME VI!

How it works:

-Anonymously write a request for any pairing in ES. Straight, slash, three or moresomes, whatever, along with a kink and a situation. HERE is a previous kinkmeme if you'd like examples.

-Reply either anonymously and OOCly, or logged-in and ICly for the lulz.

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-PROFIT

RULES:

-PLEASE try and avoid explicit smut of characters played by yellowbars (i.e. our players under the age of 18). Fading to black is one option, as is keeping it PG-15.

-If someone does not want smut written of their character, please respect their wishes and do not request or write them.

If you don't want your character involved, please PM this account, or shoot an e-mail to spdbridge03 [at] gmail dot com, or an IM to Shuripus. We know not everyone is comfortable with this and your wishes will be respected.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Requesting again...

Anyone/Anyone. They are in the throes of passion, when suddenly- GEASFAIL. Their pillow talk becomes garbled and incomprehensible. Hilarity and awkwardness ensue.

PG version -- THE IDEA CAME TO ME, IT DEMANDED TO BE WRITTEN

[(Anonymous)]

Aniki groaned as he awoke on the floor, stretching until he realized his hands were touching the wall. His hands. He'd fallen asleep as a dog, but now - miraculously! - he was a man again. Maybe this was how Edensphere worked - one minute strangeness, one minute normality. As normal as Edensphere got, anyway.

He stood up, hands on his hips. But then there came a low sort of disgusted sound from a few feet away.

It was Peachblossom. And she looked mortified.

Aniki quickly sunk to his knees and looked over the bed at her, face flushing.

Peach quickly shut her eyes.

Aniki blinked at her quizzically.

Peach listened for a moment, trying to discern his words and failing.

Aniki furrowed his brows angrily.

Peach sighed and pulled the blanket over her head. Then she pointed to the door, her arm the only thing visible to Aniki at this point.

He looked around quickly, and found a blanket or towel or something, reached out for it, and wrapped it around his body.

And as Peach could now hear the distinct thundering of a man leaving her bedroom, she caught a glimpse of navy-blue and white stripes fluttering up in the wind, and promptly pulled the blanket back over her head.

[(Anonymous)]

Night/Handmaiden. Anything.

...though I'd like to see someone's idea of an Echani romantic evening.

[(Anonymous)]

Claiming this. Will have something up in an hour or so.

[(Anonymous)]

Apostle/Anyone or vice versa. anon isn't particular.

somewhere therein Apostle loses a finger.

Zombie's Split Personality/Apostle

[(Anonymous)]

It was a romantic eveni--

No. No, fuck that noise. It was something fucking atrocious and horrific, just the mention of such enough to cover the eyes of children and usher them back inside while looking over your shoulder every few steps, just to be sure it's unadulterated taint hadn't latched to you. Showers might be necessary, as well as a soothing cup of tea and crying unabashedly into the pillows to lament knowing of it.

Anyway.

"Why don't ya sing it out, little birdy?" The words were snarled out madly with a sort of demented lilt to them, Zombie's lips spreading into much too wide of a grin as he drew his hand back, the thick cleaver held within pressing harder against Apostle's throat. He slammed his hips forward to punctuate his sentence, as if reminding the other man just who was in control here. "Sing it! I wanna hear Master's name~"

"FUCK YOU," Apostle screeched out the words as he pulled his head back- he wasn't afraid of the cleaver at his throat, fuck that, he wasn't some pussy! But losing his head (literally) while bent over the Butcher's counter after hours would bring an unfortunate stop to their bloodthirsty games. His hands splayed on the counter to help keep his balance as Zombie(?) pounded into him, the blade drawing tighter and tighter to his throat, breaking into the skin and welling up the smallest cocktease of blood. "LIKE I WANT YOUR FUCKING HEATHEN COCK IN ME, ANYWAY!"

That earned him a crazed bit of laughter as the cleaver pulled from his throat and slammed down menacingly into the counter, allowing Zombie(?) to sink his nails into Apostle's hips and break with skin, thrusting into his employee with all the gusto of a dog in heat.

"FUCK!" Apostle shouted out at the shift, his chest pressing harder against the counter as his knees rebelled more and more at supporting his weight. "YOU FUCKING PUSSY, I'M GONNA RIP YOU A NEW ASSHOLE AND FUCK THAT WHEN—"

With a sickening thwack! and crunching noise the cleaver was slammed down into the counter again—this time across Apostle's fingers, severing several of them. "Shut up, Little Birdy~ If ya got lungs to complain, you got lungs to tell me who your Master is~~"

Zombie(?)'s words, however, were drowned out behind a veil of profanities and screaming as blood trickled onto the counter. Not a strange occurrence at the shop, of course, but usually two employees weren't having sex during it. "MOTHERFUCKER THAT WAS MY FINGER! I SWEAR TO JASHIN YOU FUCKER!"

Zombie(?) paused in his motions, breath coming hard and fast as he grinned again, looking down at the employee wriggling and flailing under him After a moment he reached out to scoop up Apostle's severed fingers and fingertips before leaning down to whisper menacingly:

"Ya want me to finger you instead?~"

[(Anonymous)]

Boss/Juliet - Do I really need to put a prompt for this?

[(Anonymous)]

Rosalind -> Kazahana

NO SMUT, just Rosalind having a crush on clearly the coolest and most no-nonsense but kinda fun and nice but not too nice but omg she's so awesome spherelady. Make me d'awwww, anon.

so I didn't think of it in time for fluffmeme, so what

[(Anonymous)]

"So, you're a medic, right?" As soon as the words left her lips, she was regretting them—What kind of lame question was that?! She sounded like some super-creepy guy in a bar trying to hit on a girl he stalked! Of course she was a medic, and of course Rosalind knew she was a medic. Cheeks flushing brightly. "I-I mean, I'm just wondering what it's like, and-"

Unaware of the other woman's inner-flustering, Kazahana managed an easy smile. "Oh, it's quite rewarding." Her lips curled up fondly as she reached to the bar to pick up her drink and bring it to her lips thoughtfully. "Lezard can be eccentric, of course, but our team is more than efficient enough to keep him in line."

That smile! Rosalind's own smile drew itself out a bit wider, watching the shorter woman's eyes- the way she would look down thoughtfully, happy to engage in such a conversation after work—a conversation with her. She felt like the luckiest girl in the world, like her very soul was being lifted up and away on clouds~~ Not that that was scientifically possible, of course, but it was a metaphor,. so she was willing to go with it. "You've been here a long time, haven't you?"

That caused Kazahana to pause. Again her lips met, large eyes looking down as she nodded. Still, she kept her nostalgia and sadness out of her words as she spoke. "Yes, I have. Quite a long time."

"But that's cool!" Rosalind brought a hand to her mouth. "I-I mean it's tough, but look at how well you've done! You're so cool," The blush brightened here as she babbled, "And, and-"

"Thank you, Rosalind." Kazahana gave a genuine smile, setting down her glass. "I think—"

She was cut off, though by a redhead approaching, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, Kaz, you ready?" Kiba nodded towards the door, pausing to glance at Rosalind, if only to see Kazahana's new friend.

"Oh, of course." Kazahana stood, setting down the coins for Grift to take when he next passed by. "Thank you, Rosalind." Another smile that made the girl's heart melt. "We should speak more often."

"...Yeah." Rosalind kept the smile up and waved as the pair turned to leave before the happy demeanor quietly retreated, leaving her staring glumly at the bar. At least friends was better than nothing.

[(Anonymous)]

Kagami/Snake, Kagami/Asuka -- sleeeeeeaze and manipulation, because at least Asuka, maybe Snake too, is aware of the other.

[(Anonymous)]

UN-aware.

That should be UNAWARE.

/fail

[(Anonymous)]

Lea/Grift/Smoke. Welcome-back sex. Bonus points if it actually happens in the bar.

[(Anonymous)]

Or ON the bar. Just make sure not to fall off.

[(Anonymous)]

One of the Writers/Bell

Bell owes one of his writers for the book they have written him. They suggest an acceptable method of payment, even if Bell isn't sure he can afford it.

Smut/No Smut is up to you.

[(Anonymous)]

There are the potential for a lot of 'name pairings' in ES. Rain/Cloud. Castor/Pollux. Bastet/Apostle. Target/Aim (or Aim/Target, that one could just about go either way).

Anyway, I want a name pairing of anon's choice. Go crazy, anon... no holds barred.

[(Anonymous)]

Psst, Anon. Aim/Target's (http://community.livejournal.com/edensphere_log/655831.html) canon. ;)

IC -- someone wants porn. >.> Gee, I wonder who this is.

[(Anonymous)]

Anyone/Anyone

The back section of Book's shop is reserved for adult material. Two Sphere residents get up to some adult material of their own in the back of the store.

Book is aware of it.

Re: IC -- someone wants porn. >.> Gee, I wonder who this is.

[(Anonymous)]

((IC as in the character made the prompt. You don't have to fill the prompt by writing as your character writing porn, but that would be awesome if you did))

[(Anonymous)]

Sky/Inara. Oral sex and/or mutual masturbation.

[(Anonymous)]

People filling requests instead of making them.

Don't be shy, everyone.

[(Anonymous)]

How about filling requests AND making them? This anon is waiting until she sees one that strikes her fancy/causes inspiration to strike.

[(Anonymous)]

Bastet introduces Crimson to one of her friends in the Sphere. Somehow, threesome-esque shenanigans ensue.

[(Anonymous)]

"So..." Gene blearily looked down at his bare chest, wondering when his shirt had come off.

Right. Bastet had ripped it to tie him to the bed with it.

"So~?" Bastet said, looking no more than mildly curious as she slit his pants up one leg.

"So..." Gene grimaced as the knife came dangerously close to his skin. "What. Exactly are we...?"

Bastet gave him a bemused look, tossing what was left of his pants over her shoulder. "You can't be that confused."

Gene tested his bonds. "I'm just trying to figure out how we got to this point when I just came over to return Mugen." Yeah, they'd had a few drinks with her friend, but he still didn't know how--

Crimson burst through the door, looking entirely too cheerful for the scene. "Bastet-san, Gene-san~" he sang. "I got everything you asked for."

"Ah, right," Bastet grinned. "Set the whipped cream on the dresser and let it warm a little; Raise always used to complain if it was too cold."

Gene blinked. "Wait, Rai--"

"And the honey?" Crimson asked, setting the various foods down on the nightstand.

"Hm," Bastet tapped the knife she'd used to slice away Gene's clothes against her lips. "That should be fine. But the sashimi shouldn't sit out for too long."

"Understood," Crimson replied, still, with that cheerful, goofy air.

"Bastet," Gene said, trying again to...protest? Demand an explanation? He wasn't even sure anymore.

"Quiet," she said absently, laying the knife down as she straddled Gene's hips. She leaned forward over him, a faint smirk on her lips as she planted her hands on either side of his head.

"So. Do you want to watch first or do you want to play first?"

Gene opened his mouth to say he wanted to leave, but what came out instead was, "I can't do both?"

"A man after my own heart, Gene-san," Crimson laughed from across the room.

Bastet's smirk widened to a grin. "I knew you'd do just fine," she purred, brushing her lips over his jaw.

[(Anonymous)]

Kazahana/Toushi/Kiba

"Uh... how did this happen again?"

sorry for inevitable OOCness, orz

[(Anonymous)]

Kazahana woke up on a warm, bony, not-too-comfortable futon. Still half-asleep, she gave it several hard punches to restore its softness and let out a yelp as it shot upright, tossing her across the room.

"Toushi?!"

"WHAT THE HELL, KA--" And then he seemed to seize up, body going rigid and face turning red as a beet. Eyes wide as... what was the expression? Teacups? No, bigger than that. An inhuman noise creaked out of his throat and he fell over, huddling almost in a fetal position in a desperate attempt to hide his nudity.

The still-lumpy futon let out an oof! as he landed on top of it before the blanket erupted into a mass of shaggy red hair and black tattoos. "Toushi, what the fu--"

Kazahana watched, feeling a strange sense of detachment as Kiba went through the same exact process. The only difference was the wall-shaking "FUCK!!!" that Kiba let out. She shook her head and picked up a shift from where it had--apparently--been discarded on the floor the night before and pulled it over her head. Probably, she should have been panicking and flailing, but the boys on the other side of the room seemed to be doing a better job of that than she possibly could. She raked her fingers through her hair, then crossed her arms and leaned against the wall.

"Are you finished?"

"Uh." said Kiba, stopping in mid-curse. "Yeah."

"NO! What the hell! Were we drunk?! We had to be--can shinigami get drunk? Well?!" He whirled on Kazahana, eye twitching.

She could feel her calm snap in two. "What are you looking at me for?!"

"WELL YOU'VE BEEN HERE THE LONGEST! YOU SHOULD KNOW!"

"I DON'T KNOW ABOUT HOW SHINIGAMI GET IN THREESOMES!"

"WELL YOU KNEW LAST NIGHT APPARENTLY!"

"SO DID YOU!"

Her hand shot out and grabbed Kiba by the hair as he tried to slink away. "Any ideas?"

"Uh... ow, let go." He rubbed his scalp, wincing. "...Do you really think we wanna know?"

Half an hour later, Kazahana poached a muffin from the break room. Kiba sat filling in some overdue paperwork. And Toushi went out on assignment to explore the Wilderness.

[(Anonymous)]

Target/Aim. BDSM. Extra points for Target in a uniform.

[(Anonymous)]

This was a little silly, really. Aim should have been able to trace how he got into this position easily enough... but to be honest, once the blindfold went on, everything was a bit of a blur. He pulled his wrists forward a little in an effort to figure out just how much wiggle room he had between the handcuffs and the metal bed frame.

"Are you having trouble staying still, Aim?" The familiar voice to his right had a very commanding, decidedly strict presence. He wondered if she used that tone with her unruly employees. If so, it would be a double-edged sword: leaving little room for argument even as it proved to be very distracting. He turned in the direction of the voice and grinned in a way that was just a touch more sheepish than intended.

"Can you really blame me?"

He felt something slide underneath his chin, then lift it upward sharply. ...Was that a riding crop? When had she had the chance to get one of those?

"You know what the purpose of this exorcise is. Discipline." Aim had to fight a shudder as Target lightly ran the crop along the line of his throat and down his bare chest. "If you follow directions to the letter you will be rewarded accordingly." Once it reached his navel the feather light touch was drawn away in an obvious tease. "However, if you disobey there will be consequences, either through denial or punishment. Do you understand?"

A part of him wanted to protest. However, that mysterious pseudo-military background that he knew so little about had left its imprint. He could follow orders and follow them well, provided he agreed with the cause. And at the moment, he could find very little wrong with this particular cause.

"I think I can handle that. What's the first directive, Riza?"

"The first directive," the word 'first' was emphasized with a light smack in the center of his chest with the crop, "is that you will address me as 'Captain'."

"...Ow. Fine, Captain."

"Much better." A gloved finger was hooked into his blindfold and drew it down around his neck. His vision now unobstructed, Aim was surprised to see that she was dressed in a police officer's uniform... or rather, a skimpy latex parody of one. She had been wearing a trench coat when he first arrived at her home and she had mumbled something about receiving a memory. Apparently, the Sphere had been a little racier than usual when handing out this punishment.

"Now I see where the handcuffs came from."

"If you think that's impressive, I'll have to show you the nightstick I received." The stern, unaffected look on Target's face broke into the tiniest of smirks. "In fact, I can think of one or two uses for it applicable to the situation."

Aim was not the sort of man who easily showed when he was ruffled. So when the comical look of confusion crossed his face, it took everything in Target's power to keep from laughing and spoiling the mood.

[(Anonymous)]

Reed/Paladin

"Nonsense! I will be sharing a bed with Paladin."

A shift in sleeping arrangements due to new borders leads to interesting things.

not OP, but-

[(Anonymous)]

Here's an addition for you: Spear, as the house's newest addition, takes it upon herself to join them.

[(Anonymous)]

Simon/Genius, in that order. Because clearly the only way to solve their tension is with hot dickings.

Bonus points for Qi voy. Especially if she comments about it to one or both of them afterward.

[(Anonymous)]

C-claiming this, will try not to fail.

[(Anonymous)]

Playercest--or more specifically, characters played by the same mun get into some sort of relationship (and not necessarily smut). 00/Krile? Simon/Sky? Toushi/Target? Go wild!

Caught red-handed...

[(Anonymous)]

Gingerfest. Pick any of your two favorite gingers, male or female, from the Sphere and have at. <3

[(Anonymous)]

Youth/Bell...Yes that's right. Youth tops Bell in some sort of role reversal where Youth is the perv. Anything goes.

[(Anonymous)]

>.> /suspects a hidden KK?

[(Anonymous)]

Gene/Fred ... Fred's got a harem. She might as well use it.

1/? I apologize for any OOC-ness

[(Anonymous)]

"This is simply not happening."

Fred rubbed her temples as she muttered, then stared at her cup of tea as if it held the answers as to why her morning had turned out to be so strange. She must have become rather engrossed in her one-sided staring match because the knock on the bathroom door started her out of her reverie.

"Is everything alright in there? People were starting to think you had fallen in." That accent left little doubt about who was at the door. While she had several male... 'guests' in the house at that moment, Fred at least had the luxury of being able to tell the colorful group apart easily, even if she only had a voice to go by.

"Yes, I am well. I am merely... having a personal moment."

There was a long pause before Gene answered and when he did his voice was thick with amusement. "Well then. Sorry to interrupt, I didn't realize. I'll just come back when you're not so busy."

Had Fred heard that response when she first arrived in the Sphere, she wouldn't have given it a second thought. However, enough time conversing with Bell and enough time picking up on the inflections in Gene's voice made it apparent that some sort of implication was being made. She rose from the seat she had taken and threw the door open, casting a look that was half incredulity and half suspicion Gene's way.

"Just what are you implying?"

Gene's smile took on a falsely 'innocent' aspect that looked nearly as out of place as the harem pants that he and every other man in the house had been forced into.

"Who me? I'm not implying a thing. Just leaving you to your 'personal moment'."

Fred crossed her arms and pursed her lips primly as she looked at him. "I am sure. Honestly, you are as incorrigible as Bell sometimes."

"Only sometimes?" he quipped as he turned to lean against the bathroom's door frame. "I'll have to work on that."

"I suppose no amount of discouragement would dissuade you from that?" She tried to keep her expression bland, though the slightest hints of amusement crept into her voice in spite of herself.

"Not in the least," he said as the play at innocence fell in the wake of his usual grin. "Now, if you're not as busy as I thought, do you mind if I come in and grab a towel or two? Genius locked himself in the closet and says he won't come out until this harem thing is over. I thought it may be easier for him to cover up with a towel since that doesn't count as actual clothing."

"A loophole in the Sphere's machinations? It would be nice if it worked." Fred stepped away from the door to let Gene into the bathroom, then moved toward the cabinet where the linens were kept. "I cannot say I blame Genius for reacting so. This entire situation is ludicrous."

[(Anonymous)]

Aim, Gene, Bastet, Target

Tequila makes you do the darndest things...

[(Anonymous)]

Derrick/Anyone

The phrase, "My safeword is 'apples'" must be used.