Flash Fiction (Take 15 - Part Final)
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dracoqueen22a/n: Happy Fourth of July, my friends! For what few of you there are like me, attached to your computers even on a lovely holiday, greetings! I bring the last two flash fics for your enjoyment, and they are both threesomes. Yay! Beware, however, the unedited nature of these two pieces.
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firegirl0
Prompt: Aizen/Ichigo/Gin + Espada, “Somehow, it just happened”
Fandom: Bleach. Warnings for threesome smut, intended voyeurism, unintended exhibitionism, slash, destruction of property, crack. NSFW
Formistress_pirate
Prompt: SoifonxYoruichixTatsuki, sneak attack
Fandom: Bleach. Warnings for smut, threesome, yuri, NSFW
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firegirl0 Prompt: Aizen/Ichigo/Gin + Espada, “Somehow, it just happened”
Fandom: Bleach. Warnings for threesome smut, intended voyeurism, unintended exhibitionism, slash, destruction of property, crack. NSFW
“Gin!”
He chuckles, mouthing the nape of Ichigo's neck again, grinning when Ichigo arches into his arms, hands scrabbling for some kind of hold. “What?” Gin asks innocently.
“I believe you know what he means,” Sousuke says with an arched brow from where he sits in a nearby chair, eyes intently watching the both of them, dark with desire.
He's nude, too, and Gin hungrily drinks in the appearance of his former captain, hair dark and tousled, expression amused. “Who says?” he replies, and lets his fingers stroke downward, curling around Ichigo's cock and giving him a long, squeezing stroke.
Ichigo groans, bucks into his hold, fingers clenching and unclenching, desperately trying not to touch since Sousuke hasn't asked for it yet.
“Both of you are evil,” he gasps.
“We are the enemy here, if you'll recall,” Sousuke says and props his chin on his hand, eyes raking over his two lovers on the bed. “Now kiss for me.”
Gin has every intention of obeying, when their quarters suddenly starts trembling as though there were an earthquake. He frowns in confusion, meeting Sousuke's equally confused look, and that's when the wall to Gin's right suddenly explodes. Rock and dust fills the air, and a figure clad in white comes hurtling through the opening, sailing across the room, only to smack into the opposite wall, causing a deep impression but not breaking through.
Gin, Ichigo, and Sousuke turn and look as Grimmjow slowly slides down the wall, landing in a crumpled, groaning heap on the floor.
They swing their gazes in the opposite direction, toward the hole in the wall, and find three faces peering in sheepishly. Or not so sheepishly.
“Oops,” Stark says, nonchalant as he steps in over the rubble and crosses the floor. He leans down, hooks a finger in Grimmjow's collar, and proceeds to drag the insensate sixth Espada across the floor. “That's my bad.”
Gin knows he's gaping. Ichigo is squirming with embarrassment. Sousuke looks steps away from strangling his first Espada.
“Don't worry. I'll get someone to fix this mess, too,” Stark adds, waving a hand at the hole in the wall as he steps through it, still dragging Grimmjow. “So you can go back to whatever kinky things you were doing. Good night, bosses.”
He chuckles, mouthing the nape of Ichigo's neck again, grinning when Ichigo arches into his arms, hands scrabbling for some kind of hold. “What?” Gin asks innocently.
“I believe you know what he means,” Sousuke says with an arched brow from where he sits in a nearby chair, eyes intently watching the both of them, dark with desire.
He's nude, too, and Gin hungrily drinks in the appearance of his former captain, hair dark and tousled, expression amused. “Who says?” he replies, and lets his fingers stroke downward, curling around Ichigo's cock and giving him a long, squeezing stroke.
Ichigo groans, bucks into his hold, fingers clenching and unclenching, desperately trying not to touch since Sousuke hasn't asked for it yet.
“Both of you are evil,” he gasps.
“We are the enemy here, if you'll recall,” Sousuke says and props his chin on his hand, eyes raking over his two lovers on the bed. “Now kiss for me.”
Gin has every intention of obeying, when their quarters suddenly starts trembling as though there were an earthquake. He frowns in confusion, meeting Sousuke's equally confused look, and that's when the wall to Gin's right suddenly explodes. Rock and dust fills the air, and a figure clad in white comes hurtling through the opening, sailing across the room, only to smack into the opposite wall, causing a deep impression but not breaking through.
Gin, Ichigo, and Sousuke turn and look as Grimmjow slowly slides down the wall, landing in a crumpled, groaning heap on the floor.
They swing their gazes in the opposite direction, toward the hole in the wall, and find three faces peering in sheepishly. Or not so sheepishly.
“Oops,” Stark says, nonchalant as he steps in over the rubble and crosses the floor. He leans down, hooks a finger in Grimmjow's collar, and proceeds to drag the insensate sixth Espada across the floor. “That's my bad.”
Gin knows he's gaping. Ichigo is squirming with embarrassment. Sousuke looks steps away from strangling his first Espada.
“Don't worry. I'll get someone to fix this mess, too,” Stark adds, waving a hand at the hole in the wall as he steps through it, still dragging Grimmjow. “So you can go back to whatever kinky things you were doing. Good night, bosses.”
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mistress_pirate Prompt: SoifonxYoruichixTatsuki, sneak attack
Fandom: Bleach. Warnings for smut, threesome, yuri, NSFW
She doesn't see them coming, a feat unto itself. Tatsuki has no ninja training but Yoruichi-san is fast enough to make up for her lack. Perhaps it is that Soifon is distracted. Perhaps she already knew they were coming.
Either way, it takes only a fraction of a second for them to swoop down and subdue their prey. Gray eyes glitter at them with barely suppressed fire – rage or desire, Tatsuki can only guess. She's leaning toward the latter.
They have Soifon stripped in a matter of moments, with creamy, pale flesh ripe for the tasting. Yoruichi-san is the first to partake, stealing Soifon's lips in a kiss fierce enough for Tatsuki to swallow thickly. The contrast between them is enchanting and Tatsuki takes a breath to stop and stare, drink in the erotic picture before her.
Then Soifon groans in the back of her throat and Tatsuki snaps to attention. Her hands and mouth join in, fingers stroking all the sensitive parts. Lips tracing a path from a well-defined abdomen, to the swell of pert breasts and rigid nipples that beg for attention. Tatsuki is more than happy to oblige.
Beneath them, Soifon is a panting, squirming body in motion. Her skin flushes, the sounds emerging from her throat low-pitched and breathy. One small hand buries itself in Yoruichi-san's hair as the other reaches blindly for Tatsuki, clamping down on her shoulder.
Tatsuki grins, laving Soifon's nipple with gratuitous swipes of her tongue and the slightest application of gentle teeth. Her free hand strokes along the inside of Soifon's thigh, down and up again, getting closer and closer to the juncture of Soifon's thighs, teasing her with a touch soon to come.
She lifts her gaze, watching as Yoruichi breaks the kiss to mouth her way down Soifon's jaw to her bare throat, nipping kisses that made Soifon sigh and undulate into their combined touch. If Soifon were going to vocalize her displeasure, now would be the time to do it. Instead, she tightens her grip in Yoruichi's hair and squeezes her fingers on Tatsuki's shoulders.
“Don't you dare stop,” she growls, as Tatsuki lets her fingers creep upward, brushing over dampness and teasing soft folds.
Tatsuki shivers at the command in Soifon's voice, her insides twisting with heat. She licks her lips, bending down to lave attention over Soifon's nipple again.
Above both of them, Yoruichi chuckles, a throaty amused sound. “Don't worry,” she says, burying her face in Soifon's neck, warm air teasing the hollow of her ear, making the younger woman arch with need. “We plan to go all night.”
a/n: And thus is the last of the flash fiction. I do hope you enjoyed!Either way, it takes only a fraction of a second for them to swoop down and subdue their prey. Gray eyes glitter at them with barely suppressed fire – rage or desire, Tatsuki can only guess. She's leaning toward the latter.
They have Soifon stripped in a matter of moments, with creamy, pale flesh ripe for the tasting. Yoruichi-san is the first to partake, stealing Soifon's lips in a kiss fierce enough for Tatsuki to swallow thickly. The contrast between them is enchanting and Tatsuki takes a breath to stop and stare, drink in the erotic picture before her.
Then Soifon groans in the back of her throat and Tatsuki snaps to attention. Her hands and mouth join in, fingers stroking all the sensitive parts. Lips tracing a path from a well-defined abdomen, to the swell of pert breasts and rigid nipples that beg for attention. Tatsuki is more than happy to oblige.
Beneath them, Soifon is a panting, squirming body in motion. Her skin flushes, the sounds emerging from her throat low-pitched and breathy. One small hand buries itself in Yoruichi-san's hair as the other reaches blindly for Tatsuki, clamping down on her shoulder.
Tatsuki grins, laving Soifon's nipple with gratuitous swipes of her tongue and the slightest application of gentle teeth. Her free hand strokes along the inside of Soifon's thigh, down and up again, getting closer and closer to the juncture of Soifon's thighs, teasing her with a touch soon to come.
She lifts her gaze, watching as Yoruichi breaks the kiss to mouth her way down Soifon's jaw to her bare throat, nipping kisses that made Soifon sigh and undulate into their combined touch. If Soifon were going to vocalize her displeasure, now would be the time to do it. Instead, she tightens her grip in Yoruichi's hair and squeezes her fingers on Tatsuki's shoulders.
“Don't you dare stop,” she growls, as Tatsuki lets her fingers creep upward, brushing over dampness and teasing soft folds.
Tatsuki shivers at the command in Soifon's voice, her insides twisting with heat. She licks her lips, bending down to lave attention over Soifon's nipple again.
Above both of them, Yoruichi chuckles, a throaty amused sound. “Don't worry,” she says, burying her face in Soifon's neck, warm air teasing the hollow of her ear, making the younger woman arch with need. “We plan to go all night.”
