DC Kink!meme

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Since there doesn't seem to be any active DC kink!memes right now, I am making one. Be afraid.

1. Anonymously post a pairing and prompt you would like to see written. Since this is a kink meme, there is supposted to be a kink involved, but normal well-written prompts should work just as well.

2. Anonymous will respond to your post and write it for

Comments

[anonymous]

Something set during that OYL missing time span when Hal and his air force squadronmates were being held as POWs. Bonus points for Hal!torture.

Hal/Cowgirl fic 1/?

[anonymous]

Written to get this thing out of my head. There's abuse and non-con themes in this, fyi. Jillian = Cowgirl

Re: Hal/Cowgirl fic 2/3

[anonymous]

Rocket-Man's screams had turned into low, hoarse sobs. God, what were they doing to him?

They had her by the hair again, rough hands ripping open the neck of her flight suit, and the filthy, sweat-soaked black t-shirt beneath it. "All you need to do is give us something, anything, and we will stop," the interrogator was saying. "You want us to stop, yes? To give your comrade the medicine?"

"I'm not giving you anything," she said, and her voice didn't shake at all. She was surprised, distantly, by how calm it sounded, how steady. Talking sent a stab of pain through her cheek and left eyesocket, but she continued anyway. "Go ahead and rape me. You probably can't even get it up."

Rocket-Man screamed again, high and inhuman.

"Yellow!" Highball shouted. "It doesn't work on yellow. We're decimated, understrength, almost the entire corps is untrained recruits who've never even been out of their home solar systems oh God leave them alone. I can't tell you anything else. Please, please, leave them alone

Hal/Cowgirl fic 3/4

[anonymous]

Jillian knelt on the floor cradling her left hand against her chest and sucking air in through her teeth, willing herself not to be sick. Every heartbeat sent pain throbbing through her broken finger.

Standing up made her light-headed, nauseuous, so she let herself fall back to her knees and crawled/shuffled toward Highball, who lay on the floor of the cell in a boneless heap.

He groaned when she touched his shoulder, his eyes opening to dazed slits. " 'risia?"

"That was clever," she said. Because it had been. Even concussed and panicked and desperate, he had still not broken, had actually mocked them, pulling that sci-fi channel stuff about power rings and spacemen out of his memory or maybe even making it up on the spot. "Did you see his face? I thought he was going to have a stroke when you started in on that comicbook stuff

Hal/Cowgirl fic 4/4

[anonymous]

She didn't cry until months later, in the therapist's office, when she tried to describe how she'd nearly throttled Hal during sex, his weight pinning her to the bed going from sexy to terrifying in an instant and filling her with the sudden need to getawaygetawaynownownow. Because it was letting those bastards win, just like Hal was letting them win when he kept the ring that wasn't an academy ring after all on while flying. She'd thought, when they had first met, that he wasn't afraid of anything