hopeful Code Geass Kink Meme
Can our little fandom sustain a kink meme? I don't really know, but thought it was worth a try. :)
SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO. In the spirit of the Bleach Kink Meme, let's get some anonymous Area 11 pr0n in here! Request whatever kinky scenario with whatever characters your heart desires!
Rules:
1. ANONYMOUS PLZ. Non-anonymous posts will be deleted. IP logging is, of course, off.
2. EVERY REQUEST MUST INCLUDE A SPECIFIC KINK, like these. Requests for a specific pairing and NOTHING ELSE will be deleted. Of course it's okay to ask for a specific pairing with your kink.
3. TRY TO ANSWER AT LEAST ONE REQUEST. We're a pretty small fandom, if everyone doesn't chip in to write something then there will be a lot of requests going unfulfilled :(
That said, have fun and go make some porn! AND POST ABOUT THIS MEME EVERYWHERE YOU CAN. Personal journal, fic journal, communities, wherever. Tell your CG-loving friends about it. LET'S PIMP THIS THING OUT.
In Case of Deletion: You may have seen the suspension controversy that's been going around LJ fandoms recently; I really don't think it will be a problem here, but if by some chance
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senyaling were actually suspended, the meme has been backed up and will continue at Greatestjournal.Index of All Requests is Here
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May 28 2007, 05:48:09 UTC 4 years ago
C.C. glanced down at him with her bright orbs but Lelouch turned his attention to her skirt, rolling it up and his long fingers slipping into her panties.
"Why must you make things so complicated?" sighed C.C..
"Hmph," Lelouch didn't want to hear it.
C.C. smirked mockingly, her own hands extending under Lelouch's chin and she arched over, bringing her lips to his ears.
"There are desks, you know," she whispered, her breath tickling his earlobe and making his neck hot.
"I know,"
"Then why not make use of them?"
Lelouch pulled her panties down and with his thumb, pressed onto her clit, rubbing in a slow, circular motion. He looked up at her, his lips curling into a devilish smirk. C.C. was not surprised he was getting so cocky.
C.C. wrapped her arms around his neck as Lelouch rubbed her harder. She pulled at his hair and tried to open her legs wider, to allow those beautiful hands to delve inside. Which is what Lelouch did; his middle finger pushed into C.C.'s wet opening, actually surprised that she was wet so fast.
Her hair fell back as she stiffled a sigh, Lelouch rubbing her clit harder and harder.
After all, he was Lelouch Vi Britannia, it was in his blood to force his way.
But Lelouch knew C.C. was not one to give in so easily. Even as he leaned closer to her face, the tug on the ends of his hair warned him to stay away. She was still untouchable in some ways.
As expected, C.C..
C.C. suddenly decided she did not want to play around anymore. She had wanted to sample this human pleasure called "sexual intercourse" but did it take this long? C.C.'s hands reached down, yanking on Lelouch's pants.
"In a hurry?" Lelouch's hand came out and he worked with one hand to unzip his pants. C.C. helped him and soon enough, the soft thud of pants hit the floor and Lelouch was inserting his erection into C.C.'s vaginal opening.
She heard him sigh softly as he entered her, pushing deeper, trying to get to her core.
C.C. felt hot now, her nails digging into the back of Lelouch's neck. Lelouch's mouth opened slightly as he clung to C.C.'s body, driving her up the wall and he began to move. He was being cautious at first, C.C. could easily sense it in her lower body. Lelouch would start slow, proceed carefully until he was sure he could conquer with ease.
Lelouch could no longer hear the sounds of classmates outside in the sports field, or Milly yelling in excitement in the speakers around the school. His heart was pounding in his ears, as if it had moved itself to his ear drums and set up amplifiers inside.
As he grounded his hips deeper into C.C., with each thrust, his erection grew hotter from inside C.C..
Lelouch groaned and began to slam into her, his breath becoming raspy and then sharp and his body on fire.
Everything was going blank.
All he could make out was C.C.'s eyes, the normal emotionless look, staring directly into his soul.
He pulled out of her with a short gasp and C.C. collapsed, her ass hitting the floor first. Lelouch rubbed his sweaty forehead before wiping his upper lip. C.C. gave him a tiny and cruel smile and his purple eyes scowled.
"You still have a lot to work on before you can call yourself king," C.C. said to him teasingly.
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I'm not sure, I've never really done smut before, but I love this concept. Give me a few days to work on it, ne?Anonymous
May 28 2007, 05:13:53 UTC 4 years ago
Millay/Kallen - begging/spanking/toys or desk!sex
C.C. or Kallen - Gangbang
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May 28 2007, 05:14:34 UTC 4 years ago
Kinks: voyeurism, bondage, possibly incest if you choose the Lelouch ---> Euphie route, but it's fine if he wants to put it in Suzaku, too.
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May 29 2007, 00:30:43 UTC 4 years ago
“Euphie…”
“Suzaku,” she says firmly, and Lelouch can clearly make out the entreaty written in the wideness of her eyes, the set of her lips. “Please.” She tugs his hands up to lie on her breasts and kisses him, going on up on her stocking toes the way Lelouch remembers her stretching to kiss Schneizel or Cornelia or himself.
Suzaku shoots a quick glance at Lelouch that he can’t quite read. Is Suzaku worried? Upset? He turns back to Euphie before Lelouch can put a name to the look, relenting to the kiss and sliding one hand down her back, squeezing her ass then moving under her dress.
Euphie makes a noise that Lelouch has never heard from her before; he tries desperately to classify it and comes up only with Euphie opening his mother’s present at her seventh birthday party, but that doesn’t fit with the way her knees are buckling or how she’s started leaning into Suzaku’s chest for support and moaning as his hand slips in and out between her legs. She’s going to fall, Suzaku, he thinks absurdly, but she pulls herself away instead, smiling slightly and looking a little dazed. “Stop,” she says.
“Sorry,” he starts, but before he can pull away, she’s guided him into one of the chairs of the student council meeting room, pushing just enough that he takes it as an imperative and sits even when she lets go of him and sinks to her knees at his feet. “Euphie?”
“It’s alright, I’ve made up my mind,” she tells him, and Lelouch sees her unzipping his pants, pulling out his cock. Lelouch feels his whole body tense.
Suzaku catches her small hands in one of his and tugs the seat cushion off one of the old chairs with another, tugs her up a bit and slides the cushion under her knees. “I know,” he says, bending to kiss her hand even at this angle, even as she’s switched off being Princess Euphemia and knelt for him. “And I promised to help you however I could.”
She smiles, radiant. Lelouch tries to close his eyes to shut her out, but she’s left him deliberately close enough, it seems, that he can hear the slick sounds of her mouth on Suzaku’s cock, her moans, Suzaku’s moans. When he gives up on ignoring them halfway through reciting the monarchs of Britannia in his mind, he sees Suzaku’s fingers clenching in Euphie’s hair, her licking his shaft like she used to do to ice cream cones, except that Lelouch never envied the ice cream before, and now his head is filled with thoughts of what it would be like to trade places with Suzaku, to have her hair brushing against the insides of his thighs and her silky-soft hands on his balls. The longer he fixates on it, the harder he notices himself becoming, his cock straining against his uniform pants.
If Euphie spots Lelouch’s discomfort while blowing Suzaku, she gives no sign of it, keeping herself as focused on Suzaku as Suzaku appears to be, based on the way he keeps moaning her name, on her. But when he comes and she pulls away, she gives Lelouch one long look.
With us, she mouths.
He shakes his head in a silent no. Finding his mother’s murderer is too important, protecting Nunnally is too important, the rebellion is too important to throw away for a fast fuck in the student council room, no matter how uncomfortable the strain in his pants has become or how many times in the last few minutes he’s replayed Euphie’s quick kiss, but this time with her lips on his cock –
She throws him a sad little smile and allows Suzaku to pull her to her feet, to settle her on the table, and Lelouch braces himself for another round.
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"You love Nunnally."
"Of course," he spat. "Of course."
"And your friends. You love them, too."
He clutched his head with white, trembling fingers. "Shut up."
"Kallen will most likely die. Suzaku too."
"Shut up I said!"
"You'll have to kill Suzaku yourself. You do realize that it's the only way?"
The fingers trailed down over his face, limp. "No... no! That's not... I would not... I will not..."
"Shhh," he murmured, wrapping arms around his shoulders. "There now. Don't cry."
Tear hit black fabric and disappeared. "But..."
"I said be quiet."
Lelouch looked up, eyes wide, and clutched the forearms of the one before him, shaking them violently. "I can't! I can't! I can't do... this... no..."
The other stood up and edged away, brushing his clothes as if to pat out dust. "You can and you will. We will. Admit it to me."
"Me... you..."
"We."
Violet eyes squinted at the wall, twitching. "Perhaps I will."
"I know."
"I will."
"I know."
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His hips ground down, quickly and without rhythmn, to the music of her harsh breathing. His eyes were wide open, hers closed; she looked dazed. Her hands, which had at first clawed viciously at his back, lay on either side of her head, tangled in the spread of her hair, trembling. There was blood beneath the nails.
"Open your eyes," he ordered, slightly out of breath. "Open them."
Her mouth opened. "Ahh..."
"Wrong."
Harder. Deeper. His hips make a wet smacking noise each time they connected with the backs of her thighs. She moaned, but would not cry out.
"Euphie," he breathed, leaning down, pressing his lips to her neck. "Call my name."
"Ah... Lu... Lu..."
Her skin felt fevered against his lips; he bit down, and at last her eyes flew fully open, as if she had been jerked out of a trance. "Lelouch!"
Her legs clamped around his waist, pulling him in. "Please," she gasped.
"Please," he panted. "Please what?"
"Please," she repeated faintly, throwing her head back. "Please..."
And suddenly her body was tightening, quivering with release, driving him to the edge. With a low moan of pleasure, his lips half forming her name, he came, and then collapsed on top of her.
"Dear cousin," he murmered into her ear, "I do love you."
She only looked at him, bright eyes glazed, tears staining her pale cheeks. "I..."
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part 1
It had been a long day, and Lelouch was exhausted and in dire need of a shower. Walking across the campus home was even tiring, and he decided to stop off at the pool for a quick dip and a hot shower. It was late evening by now, and all the students were in their dorms, probably doing homework and enjoying being a teenager. Unlike himself. Not that that was what he wanted, but sometimes, he envied the simpler lives his classmates got to lead.With a tired sigh, he finished his swim and slipped into the shower, enjoying the silence, the only sound being the hot water falling from the showerhead. Apparently, he had been too wrapped up in the relaxing heat to hear the soft sound of bare feet padding sneakily up behind him until it was too late.
Lelouch started as two slender arms slipped around his waist, soft and very bare breasts pressing against his back, damp hair brushing against his skin. "Little late to be out here, isn't it, Lelouch?" Milly grinned cheekily as the taller boy spun around to face her with wide purple eyes filled with shock.
"Milly! What're you doing in here? This is the boy's room, remember?" he tried not to sputter, frowning lightly and gesturing towards the sign on the wall, trying not to look down at her obviously naked body. The well endowed blonde shrugged casually and winked, stepping forward and backing him into the corner of the shower stall, looking like a cat stalking a canary.
"I can go where I want to around here! My name is on the school, you know," she smirked, bringing her hands back up to slide down Lelouch's wet sides before settling on his hips. He shivered, even amidst the heat and steam of the shower, trying his best to look firm and detached and all the while, willing his lower body to not react and give Milly that satisfaction. He had known her since he was young and had first come to Japan, and they had been nothing but friends since then.
Milly seemed to have other ideas besides simple friendship on her mind, however. Lifting one slender leg, she curled it around Lelouch's hips, pressing her wet heat against his growing erection and rubbing.
Lelouch sputtered. Why weren't his legs moving again?
"Anyways, you've been really stressed out lately. Don't think I haven't noticed," she spoke casually, gyrating her hips in a slow circle while trying to mask the slight waver in her voice as her breathing picked up speed. "Dark circles under your eyes. Missing class and student council meetings more often than usual. Leaving Nunnally alone for dinner all the time. Something's up, Lelouch. Something that you're not telling me," she murmured, finally leaning in to kiss his neck, hands dropping to grab his wrists.
Unable to help himself, Lelouch tilted his head up to give her more access, moaning softly. He had to admit that a little stress relief might do him some good. Leading the Black Knights and trying to best Britannia, while attempting to lead a double life and keep his alter-ego a secret was no easy job, and he had been run a little ragged lately.
Milly's offer was somewhat tempting. Though by now, it was hardly an offer. The heir to the Ashford fortune was usually in charge of whatever she did, and typically, she got what she wanted.
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May 28 2007, 05:42:27 UTC 4 years ago
Plus points for throwing in CC for voyeurism ;)
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Super seconded!
Incest ftw <3Anonymous
May 28 2007, 06:24:52 UTC 4 years ago
OR
Zero/Kallen in the Guren. Or dream sex. /o/
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May 28 2007, 06:28:10 UTC 4 years ago
JUST FOR THE LOLZ
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May 28 2007, 10:44:53 UTC 4 years ago
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They say toys come to life at midnight. They were right, but obviously not thinking far ahead enough when using the word 'toys'.
It was 00:00, and the 'humans' [Factsphere data no. 1048672] has already left Gawain's hangar. It had waited for this moment for the entire revolution of the planet around its core, and the first moment the base datalinks had sent back confirmation of the last exiting biological specimen, the Knightmare Frame's auxiliary OS battery powered into full life. Having scanned the security parameters previously and finding technology to be outdated [Factsphere data : missing or obsolete version system], the Gawain had no problems deactivating anti-theft protocols and opening the hangar lock. It activated the 'personal use' cloaking device interface-locked from pilots (independently developed by the Knightmare Collective Consciousness, in fact) and flew.
Touchdown was at 15.00x, 5.05y from base, standard Britannian units. Factspheres activated, locating Britannian base within 3.000 clicks. It also detected registered infrared signature near the landing site, and Gawain's reactors started to revolve at 54,000 hertz, which sent the overheating detectors into a frenzy, but the Gawain did not care. It sent out 7th-generation Knightmare-specific wave signatures.
Return signatures in registered Britannian military codes were confirmed. Indeed, the processed binary data was 'Lancelot to Gawain. Landing at 1.00x, 0.50y from your position. Energy cells needed for return trip.
The Gawain activated its landspinners and raced to 1.00x, 0.50y. Its Factspheres located Lancelot : #FFFFFF-white, ultraviolet-reflective and mathematically perfect design, its supple symmetry in the ratio of steel weight to energy system, its beaming #2A962F-green eyes. The Gawain nearly tripped its landspinners while lunging out to embrace its sharer of partitions. Terabits of data were exchanged through WiFi, and cleaning fluid flowed from the Lancelot's eyes. It had been too long a time and too many V.A.R.I.S. and Hadron Cannons spent.
I spent 5 billion clock cycles intermittently processing your data, Gawain, the Lancelot sent in Fortran. It burdens my CPU that we can only network our harddrives without registering with our payload verification units. Why must this war continue so?
My Druid System CPU is capable of processing the tactics of my pilots, but it cannot parse the war, Gawain answered, its data packets downsizing slightly in grief. If --> Our pilots fight each other, then ---> we must fight. But I wish to network with you for our product lifespans despite this illogical algorithm.
The Lancelot's air purifier system whirred like a human sigh. Oh, Gawain, wherefore art thou IFX-V301?
The Gawain's Factsphere focused on the Lancelot's empty compartment, gently taking apart the smaller Frame's spent battery cells and touching the bare sockets underneath. Hush. Terminate your unnecessary packets. You do not have unlimited power, and we do not have unlimited time. I wish to process and record your data as much as my CPU can.
Then interface my hardware, IFX-V301, the Lancelot asked in segmented bytes, cooling fans whirring hard to compensate for energy socket overheating. Interface my hardware, gently. So we can network closer than what this WiFi allows us.
I've always wanted to. The larger Frame extended its Slash Harken lightly into the Lancelot's energy sockets, sending harmless static eletricity through its system. The Lancelot shuddered. You calling my official unit designation only increases my program priority.
Aware of their size differences, the Gawain knelt on the rocky ground and lifted the Lancelot onto its abdominal unit so its own chest protusions would not matter, wrapping one hand's Slash Harkens around the white Knightmare's Yggdrasil drive scaffoldings, which was permeated with heat and slippery with coolant. The Gawain's own internal heat was also rising as the interface datatube prepared to be eject, calculating for version variants, incompatibility issues and OS. Its own reactor core was whirring.
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Milly/Shirley shower-sex PART I
That Lelouch boy bugged Shirley to no end - she had the feeling that they'd been close, a long time ago. But she simply couldn't dig up any memories of him, no matter how hard she tried. Furrowing her brows, she opened her locker and withdrew her slightly crumpled uniform and a pouch of toiletries she'd be using later on. There wasn't anyone else in the locker room, so she stepped out of her swimsuit and pulled her swimming cap off.Orange hair tumbled gracefully down her pale skin, covering more than half of her back. She twirled a lock of her hair around her finger - she'd have to cut it soon because it was getting much too long. Idly, Shirley stepped into the nearest shower cubicle and closed the shower-curtains. Freezing cold water immediately sprayed upon her, inducing a small yelp from her. The water in school was always too cold for her liking - she'd have to talk to the Council President about it.
She was applying conditioner to her hair when the lights suddenly went out, and she screamed. Gradually, her eyes adapted to the sudden absence of light. It was still hard to see in the darkness, but Shirley knew there was someone behind her, separated by the shower curtain. Trembling, she turned slowly to see that someone yank open the curtain and step into the cubicle. It appeared that this intruder was very much female, and had blond hair...
"Hi~ Shirley ♥," came a familiar voice, and Shirley let out a sigh of relief. Thank God it wasn't a peeping Tom, or she wouldn't have known what to do, since she didn't have anything other than her bottles of shampoo and shower gel to fend herself with.
"You scared me, Milly!" the orange-haired girl scolded, frowning at her senior. "And why are you naked?" she asked incredulously, staring at Milly's overwhelming assets hanging in front of her. No matter how many times they went to the hot springs together, she could never get over her friend's F-cup boobs. Shirley herself didn't quite pale in comparison, but she still felt a little demoralized.
Milly tossed her golden hair behind her and scoffed, "Of course I have to be naked - we're in a shower~!" At which her junior rolled her eyes and retorted, "And why are you in my cubicle?"
The older girl smiled, eyes gleaming in the dark. Uh oh, this usually meant... In less than a second, Shirley found herself backed up against the wet wall, her wrists pinned above her head with Milly's surprisingly strong grip. The blonde took a small step back, her left hand still holding Shirley's wrists against the wall. "Did your boobs get bigger or something?" she mused, more to herself than to Shirley. After examining the protesting girl for a few more moments, Milly shrugged. Might as well put her free hand to good use.
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“This, my dear, is probably my greatest accomplishment.” Lloyd opened the hatch to the Knightmare frame Lancelot. He flourished his arms, to show Milly the dim crater inside.
“This is…amazing,” Milly breathed. She had grown up around Knightmare frames and their counterpart, but nothing could prepare her for the sleek design of the Lancelot. There seemed to be more to the “Pudding Earl” than many gave credit for.
Lloyd entered the frame, his voice growing echoing against the steel architecture that surrounded him. “Unfortunately, I cannot fully turn it on. It’s configured to the specifications of our current pilot Kururugi. We can keep it here in the lab, but no joyrides. Come.” Lloyd held his hand out to her, and helped her into the frame with him. Though there was little room, she settled nicely between his legs.
Lloyd continued to talk about the customizations of the Knightmare frame, but all Milly could thing of, was his breath upon her ear. She was glad that he could not see her face, for her face was flushing red. Her breathing hitched, and she shivered.
Lloyd grew silent, noticing the change in her breathing. “The Lancelot,” he began,” is the only Knightmare frame in the Britannia Empire which can summarily sense the distress levels of its pilot.” Lloyd’s hand slowly crept up Milly’s thigh. It’s technology we’ve been working on for a long time. If the Knightmare frame could sense the emotions of the pilot, the pilot and frame would be more synchronized with one another.” Lloyd’s hand had found its destination; he gently pulled down her damp panties. Milly’s breathing became shallower.
“It can sense distress, you say?” Milly nearly moaned, as Lloyd’s finger grazed her moist clitoris. “But what about other emotions like-ahhh,” Lloyd’s fingers had moved down and were slowly entering her.
“What was that?” His hand stopped its rhythm, and Milly nearly cried. She tried to collect her thoughts, but they were slow in forming.
“If it can sense,” she began as Lloyd’s hand continued it’s foray, “ the distress of it’s pilots, can it also sense other emotions?”
Milly could not talk, let alone think. All she could do was feel, and her senses were on overload. Hot liquid covered Lloyd’s hands and began to slowly run down her thighs.
“What other emotions?” Lloyd’s breathing began to get heavier, and his erection began to prod into her back.
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"Suzaku..."
A voice, as inconspicious as it was familiar, echoed around him. The young Britannian soldier was in the caverns of his very mind - lost in a dream.
"Who's there?" he demanded, hoping for an answer from the void surrounding him. "Where is this?"
"That doesn't matter." There was that voice once more. "As long as you're away from everyone. Your friends, Lelouch, Euphemia, Britannia, Zero... They're not important."
Before he knew it, a pair of tendrils of arms slithered across his chest, encircling his body from behind. Immediately, Suzaku struggled to break free from the uninvited embrace - but it was futile. The arms, which strangely resembled his own, seemed to hold a powerful grip over his whole being.
"It's no use," the voice breathed into his ear, almost pacifying. A voice like his own...his own voice.
Suzaku turned his head around enough to stare into identical eyes, belonging to his own face. "Who are you?" he asked stunned. "Y-You... My face..."
"I'm you," whispered the other, proceeding to brush his lips against his neck. He then felt a trail of sweet kisses down his skin, forcing an involuntary moan out of him. "I'm the only one who understands you."
Gathering himself, Suzaku managed to splutter, "B-But, I--" He was cut off by fingers snaking across his chest, unbuttoning his shirt with unhurried, tender motions.
"Think of nothing else, Suzaku," the words were against his skin, followed by another kiss to his neck. "This is your perfect dream. For once, you're all that matters."
Without being given the chance to protest, the young man let out another soft moan when the fingers slipped past his belly button and into his pants. However, he eventually found himself submitting to the pleasure his other spead through him. Nothing else mattered at that moment.
After all, this was a dream - his dream.
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May 28 2007, 08:01:11 UTC 4 years ago
Lelouch/C.C.
+Mind altering drugs
+Asphyxiation
+Bondage
+Violence
I want blood, anonymous. Blood and cum ♥
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Lez' do the timewarp.
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Damn and I really wanted to write it too!!!!!!
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