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Flash Fiction (Take 14-Final)
a/n: And now I have the last two flash fiction for your enjoyment. These ones are no so random. *grins* Please enjoy!
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firegirl0
Prompt: Superman/Batman, Tease
Fandom: DCAU-verse. Warning for slashy groping, and my attempt to write Superman POV for once. Slightly NSFW
Formistress_pirate
Prompt: Aizen/Ichigo/Gin, playtime
Fandom: Bleach. Warning: NSFW. Seriously. Use of leash/collar. Smut. Threesome. Sequel to this flash fic.
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated!
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firegirl0 Prompt: Superman/Batman, Tease
Fandom: DCAU-verse. Warning for slashy groping, and my attempt to write Superman POV for once. Slightly NSFW
There is little Superman likes more than an honest challenge. When you are stronger than the average person, as well as faster, damn near invulnerable, and powered by the sun, there aren't many things that are a challenge. At least, not on Earth. Overpowered aliens with delusions of grandeur are a different story.
Fortunately, for Superman, there is one challenge on Earth who never fails to make things interesting. Batman is so well-contained, that Superman derives great amusement from teasing the shadow out of his cave. (Which, by the way, is also an metaphor Clark will never repeat in front of Bruce for fear of being locked out of the Batcave, which is Batman's equivalent of being sent to sleep on the couch.)
Learning new and unique ways to rile Batman, whether by encouraging sarcasm-filled repartee or responses of a more lusty nature, fills Superman with an unholy sort of glee.
However, the times when Batman turns the tables on him, well, Superman likes those even better. Even if Batman likes to prove just how spontaneous he can be in the middle of a Justice League meeting where Superman can't do anything but pine.
Batman would never act in an obvious manner, not if it called undue attention to himself, but he is not above causing Superman embarrassment. Especially in a way that can't be traced back to himself. Batman seems to derive as much joy out of humiliating Superman as Superman gets from pulling him out of his surly shell.
Now, of course, would be the time that Batman proves he is not the uptight, black-hearted demon of the night as some might accuse of him.
He is taking full advantage of the fact that Superman is the only one with X-ray vision. Batman sits, head cocked slightly to the side, watching as Jonn goes over the design specs for their new defense system, playing at being the perfect audience.
Meanwhile, a gloved hand is stroking a subtle path from Superman's knee, up his thigh, and toward his groin. It's a bare touch, hardly any pressure, but it makes him heat up like a kettle on the fire. And he can't do anything because at this point, Superman would only draw attention to himself.
So he nibbles on his bottom lip. Twitches imperceptibly. Practically hears the amusement vibrating in Batman's chest. Does, in fact, hear the subtle quickening of Batman's breathing and heart-rate, the heated rush of blood in his veins. The promise of more in the teasing stroke of fingers as they dip toward his inner thigh and creep upward, brushing across spandex with taunting sensation.
When Superman blurs out of the meeting the moment Jonn adjourns it, Batman in tow (which Batman never ceases to remind him he allows), Batman only has himself to blame. Especially for the snickers that follow in their wake.
Fortunately, for Superman, there is one challenge on Earth who never fails to make things interesting. Batman is so well-contained, that Superman derives great amusement from teasing the shadow out of his cave. (Which, by the way, is also an metaphor Clark will never repeat in front of Bruce for fear of being locked out of the Batcave, which is Batman's equivalent of being sent to sleep on the couch.)
Learning new and unique ways to rile Batman, whether by encouraging sarcasm-filled repartee or responses of a more lusty nature, fills Superman with an unholy sort of glee.
However, the times when Batman turns the tables on him, well, Superman likes those even better. Even if Batman likes to prove just how spontaneous he can be in the middle of a Justice League meeting where Superman can't do anything but pine.
Batman would never act in an obvious manner, not if it called undue attention to himself, but he is not above causing Superman embarrassment. Especially in a way that can't be traced back to himself. Batman seems to derive as much joy out of humiliating Superman as Superman gets from pulling him out of his surly shell.
Now, of course, would be the time that Batman proves he is not the uptight, black-hearted demon of the night as some might accuse of him.
He is taking full advantage of the fact that Superman is the only one with X-ray vision. Batman sits, head cocked slightly to the side, watching as Jonn goes over the design specs for their new defense system, playing at being the perfect audience.
Meanwhile, a gloved hand is stroking a subtle path from Superman's knee, up his thigh, and toward his groin. It's a bare touch, hardly any pressure, but it makes him heat up like a kettle on the fire. And he can't do anything because at this point, Superman would only draw attention to himself.
So he nibbles on his bottom lip. Twitches imperceptibly. Practically hears the amusement vibrating in Batman's chest. Does, in fact, hear the subtle quickening of Batman's breathing and heart-rate, the heated rush of blood in his veins. The promise of more in the teasing stroke of fingers as they dip toward his inner thigh and creep upward, brushing across spandex with taunting sensation.
When Superman blurs out of the meeting the moment Jonn adjourns it, Batman in tow (which Batman never ceases to remind him he allows), Batman only has himself to blame. Especially for the snickers that follow in their wake.
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mistress_pirate Prompt: Aizen/Ichigo/Gin, playtime
Fandom: Bleach. Warning: NSFW. Seriously. Use of leash/collar. Smut. Threesome. Sequel to this flash fic.
The collar puts a light pressure on Ichigo's throat. When he swallows, he can feel it. This shouldn't arouse him, but it does, especially when Sousuke gives the leash attached to it a light tug, pulling Ichigo's head and making him gasp.
Hard enough to feel it, light enough that it doesn't hurt.
Gin makes a noise of irritation as their kiss is interrupted, blue eyes slitted with lust, slim-fingered hand reaching for Ichigo's departing mouth. His thumb swipes over spit-slick lips, smearing saliva.
“Don't tease, Sousuke,” Gin says as his thumb pushes past Ichigo's lips and the Vizard flicks his tongue across it. Nibbles even, invoking a low, uncontrolled groan from his lover.
“Yeah,” Ichigo agrees as he laves Gin's thumb. “Don't get cocky.”
Fingers drag down Ichigo's spine, soft across sweat-slick skin, making him shiver and arch into the touch. Clench down on Gin's cock inside of him, sending a ripple of sensation into the silver-haired man. Gin hisses, his grasp on Ichigo's hip tightening.
Ichigo can feel the weight of Sousuke's stare, lecherous and appreciative, and it makes him moan. Especially when Gin replaces his thumb with two fingers that stroke Ichigo's tongue, a mimicry of their interrupted kiss.
Sousuke sighs, an amused chuckle, the sound of leather creaking as he rolls his knuckles around the leather of the leash. “Neither of you are very good at this submission game.
Gin snorts. “Maybe yer not a good dominant,” he replies, challenges more like, gaze gone smoldering as he glances past Ichigo to their elder lover.
Ichigo groans, clamps down on Gin's fingers with his teeth, a mild warning. “Not while I'm in the middle,” he threatens.
Warm weight leans on him from behind, granting slack to the leash. “And why not?” Sousuke asks, purring into his ear, mouth warm and wet on sensitive flesh.
Ichigo shudders; Gin's breath hitches. They both love that tone of voice. Gin's cock twitches inside him, still hard, desperate for the movement Sousuke won't grant them.
His fingers tangling in the bedsheets, twisting them, Ichigo feels trapped between their bodies. Sousuke pressed against him from behind, Gin splayed out beneath him. Touches too much and not enough, the collar an ever present threat against his throat. Yet,he also knows he's safe, and honestly, that's the best feeling of all.
a/n: Tomorrow, I will talk about upcoming ficcage, current projects, and so on. Thursday will bring something, I dunno what yet. And Friday is Free Fic Friday. Busy week!Hard enough to feel it, light enough that it doesn't hurt.
Gin makes a noise of irritation as their kiss is interrupted, blue eyes slitted with lust, slim-fingered hand reaching for Ichigo's departing mouth. His thumb swipes over spit-slick lips, smearing saliva.
“Don't tease, Sousuke,” Gin says as his thumb pushes past Ichigo's lips and the Vizard flicks his tongue across it. Nibbles even, invoking a low, uncontrolled groan from his lover.
“Yeah,” Ichigo agrees as he laves Gin's thumb. “Don't get cocky.”
Fingers drag down Ichigo's spine, soft across sweat-slick skin, making him shiver and arch into the touch. Clench down on Gin's cock inside of him, sending a ripple of sensation into the silver-haired man. Gin hisses, his grasp on Ichigo's hip tightening.
Ichigo can feel the weight of Sousuke's stare, lecherous and appreciative, and it makes him moan. Especially when Gin replaces his thumb with two fingers that stroke Ichigo's tongue, a mimicry of their interrupted kiss.
Sousuke sighs, an amused chuckle, the sound of leather creaking as he rolls his knuckles around the leather of the leash. “Neither of you are very good at this submission game.
Gin snorts. “Maybe yer not a good dominant,” he replies, challenges more like, gaze gone smoldering as he glances past Ichigo to their elder lover.
Ichigo groans, clamps down on Gin's fingers with his teeth, a mild warning. “Not while I'm in the middle,” he threatens.
Warm weight leans on him from behind, granting slack to the leash. “And why not?” Sousuke asks, purring into his ear, mouth warm and wet on sensitive flesh.
Ichigo shudders; Gin's breath hitches. They both love that tone of voice. Gin's cock twitches inside him, still hard, desperate for the movement Sousuke won't grant them.
His fingers tangling in the bedsheets, twisting them, Ichigo feels trapped between their bodies. Sousuke pressed against him from behind, Gin splayed out beneath him. Touches too much and not enough, the collar an ever present threat against his throat. Yet,he also knows he's safe, and honestly, that's the best feeling of all.
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated!