Flash Fiction Fills (Take 26) Final NSFW
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dracoqueen22a/n: The last three flash fiction before I stumble back into bed. The cold continues to wreak havoc. Blergh. Enjoy!
For mistress_pirate
Prompt: SleetxIchigoxLady Crysan, jealousy
Fandoms: Bleach and War of the Animum. Warnings for intended slash, het and threesome. Nudity. Language.
For gypsygrrl420
Prompt: KyouyaxHaruhixMori, strong and silent from the shadows
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club. Warnings for threesome, het, slash, oral, porn, etc
And then this one. Is a bit weird. And very AU. And I'm not sure where my Nyquil-soaked mind was going in this. Cloud is 16, so that should be my first warning to anyone who thinks that's TOO YOUNG. Sephiroth is, legally, twenty-five. This is all completely consensual, by the way.
For firegirl0
Prompt: Sephiroth/Cloud, badges and titles
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII. AU. Warnings for smut, Cloud is 16, potentially offensive?
a/n: Egads, it seems that everything I'm writing lately is potentially offensive in some way. lol. Guess I'm too worried about stepping on some toes or something. Eh. I blame the cold medicine. *nods* Feedback is welcome and appreciated!
Tomorrow I'll update either Event Horizon or Seireitei Monogatari, I've not decided which.
For mistress_pirate
Prompt: SleetxIchigoxLady Crysan, jealousy
Fandoms: Bleach and War of the Animum. Warnings for intended slash, het and threesome. Nudity. Language.
This is all Kyouraku's fault. Ichigo taps his foot impatiently, gaze locked on the door, trying not to pay too much attention to his opulent and comfortable surroundings. Lady Crysan is late and he's two seconds from exiting the building in a flash of shunpo.
That is, of course, when her door opens. Ichigo straightens, ready to greet the woman, but who enters is a short, almost effeminate man who's face is twisted into a scowl that only deepens upon sight of Ichigo. He stops short and turns to snap something to Lady Crysan, who is just behind him, closing and locking the door as they enter.
“What's going on?” the man demands as Ichigo jumps to his feet, thoroughly embarrassed at being caught here and struggling for control of the situation. “But--”
Lady Crysan holds up a hand, completely amused. “Calm down, boys. You are both supposed to be here. I have a proposition that I think will solve both of your problems.”
Ichigo snorts; Effeminate man mutters something under his breath.
Nonplussed, Lady Crysan sweeps further into the room and starts reaching for the ties to her robe, languidly undressing. “Now, Sleet here is entirely gay.” She ignores the man – Sleet – as he shoots her an indignant look. “And Ichigo here, while bi, wishes to put a little skill under his belt before going after a certain acquaintance of his.”
A bit distracted by her disrobing, creamy skin coming into view, breasts perky and inviting, Ichigo tries to focus. “... Your point?”
“You can help each other,” Lady Crysan says, one hand toying with her breast as she holds Ichigo's gaze. “Sleet. Undress.” The tone of command in her voice leaves little room for argument.
Ichigo bristles but the other man startles and looks warily at Lady Crysan and Ichigo. One hand lifts, as though on automatic, only to hesitate.
Without looking at him, Lady Crysan speaks again. “Quickly now. I can promise you won't enjoy the punishment should you not obey.” Then she does turn her head. “Or you can leave now and forgo your appointment this week.”
Sleet appears indecisive for all of a second before he starts to strip down, to Ichigo's goggled surprise, and then Lady Crysan turns her attention on Ichigo. She crooks a finger at him, inviting him to come nearer. “Come here, Ichigo,” she croons.
He really ought to shunpo out the window, but curious and captivated, all Ichigo does as she bids, already reaching for his own clothes.
That is, of course, when her door opens. Ichigo straightens, ready to greet the woman, but who enters is a short, almost effeminate man who's face is twisted into a scowl that only deepens upon sight of Ichigo. He stops short and turns to snap something to Lady Crysan, who is just behind him, closing and locking the door as they enter.
“What's going on?” the man demands as Ichigo jumps to his feet, thoroughly embarrassed at being caught here and struggling for control of the situation. “But--”
Lady Crysan holds up a hand, completely amused. “Calm down, boys. You are both supposed to be here. I have a proposition that I think will solve both of your problems.”
Ichigo snorts; Effeminate man mutters something under his breath.
Nonplussed, Lady Crysan sweeps further into the room and starts reaching for the ties to her robe, languidly undressing. “Now, Sleet here is entirely gay.” She ignores the man – Sleet – as he shoots her an indignant look. “And Ichigo here, while bi, wishes to put a little skill under his belt before going after a certain acquaintance of his.”
A bit distracted by her disrobing, creamy skin coming into view, breasts perky and inviting, Ichigo tries to focus. “... Your point?”
“You can help each other,” Lady Crysan says, one hand toying with her breast as she holds Ichigo's gaze. “Sleet. Undress.” The tone of command in her voice leaves little room for argument.
Ichigo bristles but the other man startles and looks warily at Lady Crysan and Ichigo. One hand lifts, as though on automatic, only to hesitate.
Without looking at him, Lady Crysan speaks again. “Quickly now. I can promise you won't enjoy the punishment should you not obey.” Then she does turn her head. “Or you can leave now and forgo your appointment this week.”
Sleet appears indecisive for all of a second before he starts to strip down, to Ichigo's goggled surprise, and then Lady Crysan turns her attention on Ichigo. She crooks a finger at him, inviting him to come nearer. “Come here, Ichigo,” she croons.
He really ought to shunpo out the window, but curious and captivated, all Ichigo does as she bids, already reaching for his own clothes.
For gypsygrrl420
Prompt: KyouyaxHaruhixMori, strong and silent from the shadows
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club. Warnings for threesome, het, slash, oral, porn, etc
It's dark, which somehow makes the experience all the more erotic.
Haruhi can feel hands on her skin, stroking softly, making her hot and tingly. And though she can't see whose hand belongs to who, she can tell, by the nature of their touch alone.
Kyouya is deliberate, straightforward, finding her erogenous zones and relentless in his search to make her moan, cry out her pleasure. His fingers tweak and rub her nipples. His mouth is hot and wet on her throat.
Mori is teasing, but firm. One hand strokes along the side of her thighs, the other presses against her lower back, pushing her closer to the glorious talent of his lips and tongue. Haruhi shudders as he mouths at her nethers, making her twitch and struggle for something to cling to.
Haruhi is no less busy. Kyouya is the only one close enough for her to wrap fingers around his length, teasing him with short, rapid strokes. Enough to keep him aroused and wanting, but teetering on the edge. Mori is between her legs, almost out of reach, but she can at least tangle her fingers in his hair, tugging on his scalp. The almost-pain is sure to keep him revved until she can reach to do more.
They don't speak; they don't have to. Years of being together have helped make them attune to the others desires.
So when Haruhi moans, near to tipping over the edge into orgasm, Kyouya's mouth is there, covering hers, swallowing her cries with lips and tongue, the way she likes it. Mori's own efforts become more vigorous, focused, gentle concentration on the cluster of nerves that make Haruhi nearly sing.
She comes with a shudder, body twisting and writhing between them, heat blanketing her body and shivers dancing down her spine. Mori chuckles in smug approval; Kyouya purrs into her mouth.
Her hips dance away from Mori's lips, too sensitive, and the moment his hand releases her back, Haruhi flops over, all but tackling Kyouya around the middle. He falls back onto the bed with a quiet oomph, calm shattered when she closes her mouth around his rigid length, the taste of his musk thick on her tongue. Only then does Kyouya cry out, completely abandoning his usual composure. Haruhi smirks around her mouthful.
Hands on her hips warn her of Mori's presence. She pushes her rump toward him, leaning into the long, sweeping strokes his palms give the back of her thighs. He presses toward her, nudging at her folds with his length before pushing inside with a delicious stretch that dances the line between pleasure and discomfort, but only for a moment. And then it's bliss, sheer bliss, as they move together, the three of them, as one.
Haruhi can feel hands on her skin, stroking softly, making her hot and tingly. And though she can't see whose hand belongs to who, she can tell, by the nature of their touch alone.
Kyouya is deliberate, straightforward, finding her erogenous zones and relentless in his search to make her moan, cry out her pleasure. His fingers tweak and rub her nipples. His mouth is hot and wet on her throat.
Mori is teasing, but firm. One hand strokes along the side of her thighs, the other presses against her lower back, pushing her closer to the glorious talent of his lips and tongue. Haruhi shudders as he mouths at her nethers, making her twitch and struggle for something to cling to.
Haruhi is no less busy. Kyouya is the only one close enough for her to wrap fingers around his length, teasing him with short, rapid strokes. Enough to keep him aroused and wanting, but teetering on the edge. Mori is between her legs, almost out of reach, but she can at least tangle her fingers in his hair, tugging on his scalp. The almost-pain is sure to keep him revved until she can reach to do more.
They don't speak; they don't have to. Years of being together have helped make them attune to the others desires.
So when Haruhi moans, near to tipping over the edge into orgasm, Kyouya's mouth is there, covering hers, swallowing her cries with lips and tongue, the way she likes it. Mori's own efforts become more vigorous, focused, gentle concentration on the cluster of nerves that make Haruhi nearly sing.
She comes with a shudder, body twisting and writhing between them, heat blanketing her body and shivers dancing down her spine. Mori chuckles in smug approval; Kyouya purrs into her mouth.
Her hips dance away from Mori's lips, too sensitive, and the moment his hand releases her back, Haruhi flops over, all but tackling Kyouya around the middle. He falls back onto the bed with a quiet oomph, calm shattered when she closes her mouth around his rigid length, the taste of his musk thick on her tongue. Only then does Kyouya cry out, completely abandoning his usual composure. Haruhi smirks around her mouthful.
Hands on her hips warn her of Mori's presence. She pushes her rump toward him, leaning into the long, sweeping strokes his palms give the back of her thighs. He presses toward her, nudging at her folds with his length before pushing inside with a delicious stretch that dances the line between pleasure and discomfort, but only for a moment. And then it's bliss, sheer bliss, as they move together, the three of them, as one.
And then this one. Is a bit weird. And very AU. And I'm not sure where my Nyquil-soaked mind was going in this. Cloud is 16, so that should be my first warning to anyone who thinks that's TOO YOUNG. Sephiroth is, legally, twenty-five. This is all completely consensual, by the way.
For firegirl0
Prompt: Sephiroth/Cloud, badges and titles
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII. AU. Warnings for smut, Cloud is 16, potentially offensive?
He's young.
But Sephiroth's younger.
No one knows this. How he grew from infant to child to teen and then young adult in the span of five years. Physically, he's in his mid to late twenties. Mentally, he's naïve to everything but war and pain. His official records are a lie.
Two wrongs don't make a right, but anytime he asks himself how he can justify allowing a cadet into his bed, Sephiroth reminds himself that he's the truly young one here. It works, for however long it takes for he and Cloud to come together in ecstasy.
It's only when Cloud leaves by first light that Sephiroth feels the guilt.
But Cloud's the one with the experience. Blue-eyed wonder as he guides Sephiroth toward what makes him feel good, what makes him moan and shudder. Reverent awe, almost, as he touches Sephiroth, opening him to a new world that's not shame or agony. Cloud's mouth, a wet-warm marvel of ecstasy, but not as much as being buried inside the blond, feeling Cloud twitch and clench around him.
Gasping and moaning, skin flushed pink. Beautiful. Cloud demands a kiss and Sephiroth obliges, still marveling at the sensation of lips pressed together.
Cloud grasps at him, crooning for him. “General.”
“No!” Horrified, Sephiroth shakes his head firmly. “Not here. Not with you.”
Blue eyes are wide, bright with arousal and want. “S... Sephiroth.”
He groans, heat stabbing through him in all the best kinds of ways. “Say it again.” Make him real. Human. More than what ShinRa has grown him to be.
“Sephiroth.”
Pleasure. Everything is pleasure. So good and so wrong.
But they are military. They are there to kill, old enough to bear guns, march in lines, obey orders, and kill the enemy. Shouldn't this be allowed as well?
Cloud grips his hair, tugging him closer for another one of those wonderful kisses, and Sephiroth obliges. Swallowing his moans, enjoying the taste of Cloud on his lips, the feel of Cloud in his arms. There are many ways this is not right, but they want it, they need it, and to Sephiroth, that's all the permission he'll ask for.
But Sephiroth's younger.
No one knows this. How he grew from infant to child to teen and then young adult in the span of five years. Physically, he's in his mid to late twenties. Mentally, he's naïve to everything but war and pain. His official records are a lie.
Two wrongs don't make a right, but anytime he asks himself how he can justify allowing a cadet into his bed, Sephiroth reminds himself that he's the truly young one here. It works, for however long it takes for he and Cloud to come together in ecstasy.
It's only when Cloud leaves by first light that Sephiroth feels the guilt.
But Cloud's the one with the experience. Blue-eyed wonder as he guides Sephiroth toward what makes him feel good, what makes him moan and shudder. Reverent awe, almost, as he touches Sephiroth, opening him to a new world that's not shame or agony. Cloud's mouth, a wet-warm marvel of ecstasy, but not as much as being buried inside the blond, feeling Cloud twitch and clench around him.
Gasping and moaning, skin flushed pink. Beautiful. Cloud demands a kiss and Sephiroth obliges, still marveling at the sensation of lips pressed together.
Cloud grasps at him, crooning for him. “General.”
“No!” Horrified, Sephiroth shakes his head firmly. “Not here. Not with you.”
Blue eyes are wide, bright with arousal and want. “S... Sephiroth.”
He groans, heat stabbing through him in all the best kinds of ways. “Say it again.” Make him real. Human. More than what ShinRa has grown him to be.
“Sephiroth.”
Pleasure. Everything is pleasure. So good and so wrong.
But they are military. They are there to kill, old enough to bear guns, march in lines, obey orders, and kill the enemy. Shouldn't this be allowed as well?
Cloud grips his hair, tugging him closer for another one of those wonderful kisses, and Sephiroth obliges. Swallowing his moans, enjoying the taste of Cloud on his lips, the feel of Cloud in his arms. There are many ways this is not right, but they want it, they need it, and to Sephiroth, that's all the permission he'll ask for.
a/n: Egads, it seems that everything I'm writing lately is potentially offensive in some way. lol. Guess I'm too worried about stepping on some toes or something. Eh. I blame the cold medicine. *nods* Feedback is welcome and appreciated!
Tomorrow I'll update either Event Horizon or Seireitei Monogatari, I've not decided which.
