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Silent Hill Kink meme

May 17, 2008 22:58

Since there is a lack of a anonymous silent hill kink meme, and the lack of one is irritating I now give you the
Silent Hill kink Meme

Text was stolen from the Resident Evil kink meme
Anonymously post a request for a fic to be written. The general idea is that you post a pairing and a kink you have, however, gen fic is okay too! (Let's not limit ( Read more... )

meme, fanart, kink, fanfiction, silent hill

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anonymous May 17 2008, 21:49:05 UTC

Walter/James Bondage

Bonus points for references to the 21 sacrements

anonymous May 17 2008, 23:01:33 UTC

Pyramid head/Maria with some heavy guro and tentacle!tongue rape

WARNING: VERY, VERY FUCKED UP! LOTS OF BLOOD AND GORE AND TWISTED RAPE! anonymous May 20 2008, 00:46:01 UTC

Pale, blood spattered skin. High round breasts, shuddering. Muscles jumping, twitching. Spread legs, laced with gashes. Red stained lips, parted. Gasping. Panting. Screaming. Leather gloved hands gripping twisted hips, restraining. Holding down. Bruising.

Where was James? James, James, James. Why didn’t he save her? Maria’s naked body writhed on the dirty table, splayed out between archaic surgical instruments, beneath hanging corpses. James would never save her, could never save her. She had been created to die again and again, to live in torment and anguish ( ... )

Not the OP... anonymous May 20 2008, 02:13:04 UTC

...But damn! That was wrong and hot and wrong and kinky and hot!

Re: Not the OP... anonymous May 20 2008, 06:53:16 UTC

Thanks!

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anonymous May 19 2008, 23:35:15 UTC

Walter/Henry with blood play.

non-con, mutilation, and I hope enough bloodplay anonymous May 20 2008, 06:29:38 UTC

Henry squirmed on the bed, feeling heavy and drugged. He tried not to open his eyes... seeing what Walter was doing to him made it even worse. But the touch of the knife nearly made his eyes fly open. Henry could feel it, the way the knife curved just above his knee ( ... )

Not the Requester! anonymous May 20 2008, 06:56:36 UTC

That was really creepy in a very good way!

Re: Not the Requester! anonymous May 20 2008, 07:32:30 UTC

Thank you! I'm so glad it worked for you.

anonymous May 19 2008, 23:38:21 UTC

Henry/Eileen: Henry takes dirty pictures of Eileen.

Angel In A Centerfold - Part 1/2 anonymous May 20 2008, 00:07:12 UTC

Eileen sat on the bed, her long coltish legs bend feet hidden under her body. She wore nothing but her bra and panties - light pink with purple polka-dots, bra modest, panties wide and cut high on her legs, charming and almost girlish. And somehow more appealing than the sheerest negligee or most revealing combination. Because it was so very EileenHenry stood behind the camera, fidgeting with buttons and knobs. Eileen was laughing, almost shy. She bent her head and reached to tuck her hair behind her ear and Henry found himself raising the camera and clicking the shutter. Eileen looked startled ( ... )

Angel In A Centerfold - Part 2/2 anonymous May 20 2008, 00:08:16 UTC

When she lay on her back, one hand on her breast and the other between her legs, over the cotton of her panties, Henry feared he’d drop the camera. Was it okay to still take pictures? Eileen wouldn’t do that if she didn’t want him to, would she? She wouldn’t lay there on his bed, mouth open, fingers pinching her nipple, hand twisting between her legs if she didn’t expect Henry to take a picture….

But he couldn’t focus any longer. He cleared his throat and lowered his camera, arousal straining in his pants. Her legs were spread and her back lifted off the bed and he couldn’t think of taking pictures now. Not when his mind was far too occupied with the idea of burying his head between her legs, tasting her through the cotton of her polka-dot panties…

“I think…we have enough,” he managed, running a hand through his shaggy hair. Eileen lifted her head and wet her lips, hazel eyes bright.

“Then why don’t you put down the camera and join me?”

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Re: Angel In A Centerfold - Part 2/2 anonymous May 20 2008, 00:15:20 UTC

Wow... that was amazing!

This line killed me:

Here, Henry had no fear of being awkward or clumsy or doing the wrong thing.

And I loved, loved, how Eileen was enough to actually get Henry to drop the camera... Wow.

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anonymous May 20 2008, 00:12:33 UTC

James/Maria gunplay/gun fetish with extra points for gun penetration! Doesn't have to be in there but if you can that would be amazing.

anonymous May 20 2008, 07:01:01 UTC

PART 1/1She appeared out of nowhere, much like she always did, slinking out of the night, at first just a shadow that crawled across the walls and the floor and the ceiling until she was right in front of him ( ... )

anonymous May 20 2008, 07:04:26 UTC

I lied, PART 2/3

His head tilted up; bright, pink lips, touched briefly across his throat, over his Adam's apple, jerking when he swallowed, and when lips closed over the crook of his neck and shoulder, he shivered a full-body shiver.

How long had it been since--?

Since Mary?

Five years since--?

When had the disease started?

Years and years since--

Mary.

Maria.

Maria, with the blonde-hair-red-tips and the indecent leopard-print skirt and the willpower and determination and confidence, the latter three of which completely dwarfed him in comparison.

Maria was tugging up his grey shirt, Maria was running fingertips over his abs, now lax but still fairly firm from years of disuse. Maria was following a fingertip down the line running from his navel to the waistband of his pants, Maria was unbuttoning those pants with just a thumb and a forefinger from her other hand.

"Maria."Maria was smiling into his shoulder, feeling loved, feeling validated, feeling like she wasn't alone, for the first time in a very long time ( ... )

anonymous May 20 2008, 07:06:37 UTC

PART 3/3But the gun traveled down, in between her breasts, where she writhed, down her stomach, where she whined, and under her skirt, where she gasped. And the muzzle kissed instead where James' fingers were, and when James' fingers left, the muzzle replaced them, cold, singeing, labeling. This belongs to me, it said. This belongs to me. These breasts and this stomach and this wonderful place that is warm and wet ( ... )

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