Flash Fiction (Take Seven - Part One)
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dracoqueen22a/n: Good news arrived in the mail yesterday which substantially improved my mood. *grins* Today I bring you the first four pieces of completed flash fiction. Just keep in mind, these are very unbeta'd.
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hockeyiris
Prompt: Ichigo/Stark, happy fic, NSFW
Ichigo and Stark are from the anime/manga Bleach by Tite Kubo. Fic is set in my Misguided Manipulation universe. Warnings for fluff, spoilers to the fic, and some slashy smut. NSFW
For mandalee1013
Prompt: Jayar/Seiji, backseat, NSFW
Jayar and Seiji are from my original fiction Fallen Angel, Fallen God and this features light kink and slashy smut. NSFW.
He thanks the gods that Jayar is wise enough to have tinted windows.
“Wise? My sweet, don't you think I planned this?” Jayar asks, his breath a warm and wet puff across Seiji's bare cock. His palms are flat and smooth on the inside of Seiji's bare thighs, stroking in all the ways that make Seiji shudder.
Damn. Seiji hadn't realized he'd spoken aloud.
“I should have known,” he growls, and jerks as Jayar's tongue touches the tip of his cock, lapping up a pearly drop. “You're such a damn pervert.”
Jayar chuckles, and mercifully says nothing, instead dragging Seiji's cock into his mouth and swirling his tongue skillfully around the rigid shaft. Seiji bites the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out – he knows Jayar wants to hear it, all the reason to keep himself quiet – and bucks into Jayar's mouth. Let the bastard choke on him.
Except that Jayar doesn't. He never does. He just takes Seiji deeper, swallows around the sensitive head and makes Seiji shout despite attempts to be silent.
Seiji's hands find purchase in Jayar's blond hair, messing up the carefully ordered strands, but Jayer doesn't complain. His eyes darken as they roll toward Seiji in encouragement, dark with arousal and warm with affection. His fingers stroke Seiji's thighs, before one hand cups Seiji's balls, rolling them in talented fingers.
The heat in Seiji's belly twists in an unholy tangle. He feels exposed like this, open and bare, with Jayar between his legs and his knees over Jayar's shoulders, pants nowhere in sight. He's doubly thankful that the windows are tinted, and he curses the traffic jam that gave Jayar ideas. They don't have time for this, except they do now. Traffic hasn't moved in the past twenty minutes, it's not likely to move anytime soon.
Poor Gerard in the front seat. There's a privacy window, just as tinted as the others, but Gerard has to know what his employer is doing. It's probably not the first time. Jayar's a pervert like that. Seiji feels his cheeks heat. A whore, just a whore.
And then Jayar drags his teeth lightly down the length of Seiji's cock and he can't stop the whimper that pours from his lips. Can't stop the way his fingers clench in blond hair and he bucks into Jayar's mouth. Can't stop the pleasure that buzzes down his spine, makes his balls tighten, makes him bite his lower lip to bleeding. Can't stop himself from coming way too soon, pouring down Jayar's throat as he laps up every drop.
Jayar's tongue laps over his cock, dragging out Seiji's pleasure. He looks too damn smug, lips curled in self-satisfaction when he pulls back, and he leans forward, capturing Seiji's lips in a kiss that carries the bitterness of his own come. Damn perverted bastard. For Anonymous
Prompt: Urahara/Ichigo, Lies and Promises Universe, NSFW
Kisuke and Ichigo are characters from the anime/manga Bleach by Tite Kubo. Warnings here for slashy smut, some angst, and alcohol. NSFW.
For gypsygrrl420
Prompt: Stark/Shuuhei/Grimmjow, “Sudden Pet Owner”, NSFW
Stark, Shuuhei, and Grimmjow are characters from the anime/manga Bleach by Tite Kubo. Warnings for kink, threesome action, and slashy smut. NSFW
a/n: More ficcage to come with at least six more requests on the way! I do hope you enjoyed!
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hockeyiris Prompt: Ichigo/Stark, happy fic, NSFW
Ichigo and Stark are from the anime/manga Bleach by Tite Kubo. Fic is set in my Misguided Manipulation universe. Warnings for fluff, spoilers to the fic, and some slashy smut. NSFW
“Does it hurt?”
Stark prods at his chin, where he's sure there's a bruise or something similar. Ichigo never pulls his punches and he's strong for a brat.
“No,” Stark lies, and stops poking at his new bruise, instead reaching forward and dragging Ichigo closer to him, dragging his fingers over bare skin that's enticingly within reach. He's been dreaming of this and damn it, his dreams hadn't done his lover justice. “By the gods, I missed you.”
He feels Ichigo smile against his throat. “I know,” Ichigo says and nibbles at his throat, teeth teasing at the remnants of Stark's mask, knowing good and well how much it affects him. “It's your own fault, idiot.”
“I'll never make that mistake again,” Stark promises, and drags his hands down Ichigo's back, loving the way he arches into the touch like a cat.
“Of course you won't,” Ichigo retorts knowingly and drags his tongue over the sensitive bone, making Stark shudder and heat dance down his spine. “You know better now.”
Stark chuckles, though it comes out shaky as his composure is less than stable at the moment. “Oh? Has someone become an adult in my absence?”
Ichigo bites his throat, which hardly serves as a punishment since Stark enjoys it so much. “Bastard,” he says, and takes the opportunity to curl his fingers around Stark's cock, stroking him firmly. “Who's the one who ran away?”
“I wasn't running,” Stark protests, and a moan slips from his lips, his own hands unable to stop touching and generally expressing his utter happiness. “I was protecting you – ow!”
Brat bit him again. With more force this time. Probably drew blood too.
Ichigo lifts his head, smirks at Stark, his eyes beautifully dark and dangerous, challenging even. “Is that so?” he purrs, and his fingers do another one of those skillful twists that always turn Stark to putty.
“I was,” Stark insists, and when that razor look returns to Ichigo's eyes, he amends, “but I can obviously see now that it wasn't necessary and therefore, I rescind my earlier actions.”
Ichigo chuckles, and slowly licks his lips. “In that case, all that I have left to say is welcome home.” This is accompanied by a sensuous grind of his body that leaves Stark seeing stars. Welcome home indeed.
Stark prods at his chin, where he's sure there's a bruise or something similar. Ichigo never pulls his punches and he's strong for a brat.
“No,” Stark lies, and stops poking at his new bruise, instead reaching forward and dragging Ichigo closer to him, dragging his fingers over bare skin that's enticingly within reach. He's been dreaming of this and damn it, his dreams hadn't done his lover justice. “By the gods, I missed you.”
He feels Ichigo smile against his throat. “I know,” Ichigo says and nibbles at his throat, teeth teasing at the remnants of Stark's mask, knowing good and well how much it affects him. “It's your own fault, idiot.”
“I'll never make that mistake again,” Stark promises, and drags his hands down Ichigo's back, loving the way he arches into the touch like a cat.
“Of course you won't,” Ichigo retorts knowingly and drags his tongue over the sensitive bone, making Stark shudder and heat dance down his spine. “You know better now.”
Stark chuckles, though it comes out shaky as his composure is less than stable at the moment. “Oh? Has someone become an adult in my absence?”
Ichigo bites his throat, which hardly serves as a punishment since Stark enjoys it so much. “Bastard,” he says, and takes the opportunity to curl his fingers around Stark's cock, stroking him firmly. “Who's the one who ran away?”
“I wasn't running,” Stark protests, and a moan slips from his lips, his own hands unable to stop touching and generally expressing his utter happiness. “I was protecting you – ow!”
Brat bit him again. With more force this time. Probably drew blood too.
Ichigo lifts his head, smirks at Stark, his eyes beautifully dark and dangerous, challenging even. “Is that so?” he purrs, and his fingers do another one of those skillful twists that always turn Stark to putty.
“I was,” Stark insists, and when that razor look returns to Ichigo's eyes, he amends, “but I can obviously see now that it wasn't necessary and therefore, I rescind my earlier actions.”
Ichigo chuckles, and slowly licks his lips. “In that case, all that I have left to say is welcome home.” This is accompanied by a sensuous grind of his body that leaves Stark seeing stars. Welcome home indeed.
mandalee1013 Prompt: Jayar/Seiji, backseat, NSFW
Jayar and Seiji are from my original fiction Fallen Angel, Fallen God and this features light kink and slashy smut. NSFW.
He thanks the gods that Jayar is wise enough to have tinted windows.
“Wise? My sweet, don't you think I planned this?” Jayar asks, his breath a warm and wet puff across Seiji's bare cock. His palms are flat and smooth on the inside of Seiji's bare thighs, stroking in all the ways that make Seiji shudder.
Damn. Seiji hadn't realized he'd spoken aloud.
“I should have known,” he growls, and jerks as Jayar's tongue touches the tip of his cock, lapping up a pearly drop. “You're such a damn pervert.”
Jayar chuckles, and mercifully says nothing, instead dragging Seiji's cock into his mouth and swirling his tongue skillfully around the rigid shaft. Seiji bites the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out – he knows Jayar wants to hear it, all the reason to keep himself quiet – and bucks into Jayar's mouth. Let the bastard choke on him.
Except that Jayar doesn't. He never does. He just takes Seiji deeper, swallows around the sensitive head and makes Seiji shout despite attempts to be silent.
Seiji's hands find purchase in Jayar's blond hair, messing up the carefully ordered strands, but Jayer doesn't complain. His eyes darken as they roll toward Seiji in encouragement, dark with arousal and warm with affection. His fingers stroke Seiji's thighs, before one hand cups Seiji's balls, rolling them in talented fingers.
The heat in Seiji's belly twists in an unholy tangle. He feels exposed like this, open and bare, with Jayar between his legs and his knees over Jayar's shoulders, pants nowhere in sight. He's doubly thankful that the windows are tinted, and he curses the traffic jam that gave Jayar ideas. They don't have time for this, except they do now. Traffic hasn't moved in the past twenty minutes, it's not likely to move anytime soon.
Poor Gerard in the front seat. There's a privacy window, just as tinted as the others, but Gerard has to know what his employer is doing. It's probably not the first time. Jayar's a pervert like that. Seiji feels his cheeks heat. A whore, just a whore.
And then Jayar drags his teeth lightly down the length of Seiji's cock and he can't stop the whimper that pours from his lips. Can't stop the way his fingers clench in blond hair and he bucks into Jayar's mouth. Can't stop the pleasure that buzzes down his spine, makes his balls tighten, makes him bite his lower lip to bleeding. Can't stop himself from coming way too soon, pouring down Jayar's throat as he laps up every drop.
Jayar's tongue laps over his cock, dragging out Seiji's pleasure. He looks too damn smug, lips curled in self-satisfaction when he pulls back, and he leans forward, capturing Seiji's lips in a kiss that carries the bitterness of his own come. Damn perverted bastard.
Prompt: Urahara/Ichigo, Lies and Promises Universe, NSFW
Kisuke and Ichigo are characters from the anime/manga Bleach by Tite Kubo. Warnings here for slashy smut, some angst, and alcohol. NSFW.
They were drunk, are drunk, and only a dim part of Ichigo's mind recognizes this fact. It's this dim part which is screaming how much this is a very bad idea. He firmly tells it to sit down and shut the fuck up. He needs it. Kisuke needs it. Together, they need each other.
Kisuke's eyes are dark with sorrow, surely reflecting the pain in Ichigo's own eyes. His lips are hungry, needy, his hands even more so as he helps Ichigo strip out of his clothes, tossing them to floor carelessly. Ichigo reaches for Kisuke's clothes, glad that they are loose, easily accessible, and soon it's just skin. Warm skin, smooth and rippled with muscle, hairy in some places but oh so warm and inviting.
“Ichigo,” he breathes, and there's so much emotion in his voice that Ichigo nearly winces.
He pushes away the guilt. There's no need for it. He may not love Kisuke as much as he's sure the shopkeeper loves him, but there is respect and affection. Kisuke has been there for him more than Isshin had ever managed, more than any other adult in Ichigo's life since his mother's death. Kisuke will always be a dear friend, and that is a certain kind of love... just not the same kind.
Ichigo seals their lips together, if only to prevent Kisuke from speaking more, and tastes sake on Kisuke's tongue. Ichigo probably tastes the same. They'd finished off three bottles between the two of them, and it makes the world a hazy and warm place. Or maybe that's Kisuke's touch on his bare skin, caressing and stroking, making Ichigo shiver and shudder with pleasure.
Kisuke rocks against him, their burgeoning arousals rubbing together and making Ichigo moan, making Kisuke do the same into their kiss. It feels so good, helping to chase away the shadows of a victorious war with too much price to pay.
The bed is soft and warm, Kisuke even more so beneath him. Ichigo breaks off the kiss, lets his lips warm, lets them travel over Kisuke's throat where Kisuke's voice vibrates against Ichigo's lips. He's murmuring something that Ichigo promptly pretends he can't hear as his hands wander, as they stroke and encourage, drawing Kisuke further into pleasure.
It's such a bad idea, but it feels too damn good, soothes too many raw places inside Ichigo for him to back away now. He tells himself it's all the sake, that he had one drink too many and he can't be expected to think rationally. That maybe he even owes it to Kisuke, owes it to the man who's fought and bled at his side like no one else.
It's just this once, Ichigo tells himself. They can wake up hung over, embarrassed, realizing their mistake in the morning. So just this one time, he'll indulge. Just this time he'll be the bright spot in Kisuke's night, something better than nightmares and flashbacks of the past. Just this once.
Kisuke's eyes are dark with sorrow, surely reflecting the pain in Ichigo's own eyes. His lips are hungry, needy, his hands even more so as he helps Ichigo strip out of his clothes, tossing them to floor carelessly. Ichigo reaches for Kisuke's clothes, glad that they are loose, easily accessible, and soon it's just skin. Warm skin, smooth and rippled with muscle, hairy in some places but oh so warm and inviting.
“Ichigo,” he breathes, and there's so much emotion in his voice that Ichigo nearly winces.
He pushes away the guilt. There's no need for it. He may not love Kisuke as much as he's sure the shopkeeper loves him, but there is respect and affection. Kisuke has been there for him more than Isshin had ever managed, more than any other adult in Ichigo's life since his mother's death. Kisuke will always be a dear friend, and that is a certain kind of love... just not the same kind.
Ichigo seals their lips together, if only to prevent Kisuke from speaking more, and tastes sake on Kisuke's tongue. Ichigo probably tastes the same. They'd finished off three bottles between the two of them, and it makes the world a hazy and warm place. Or maybe that's Kisuke's touch on his bare skin, caressing and stroking, making Ichigo shiver and shudder with pleasure.
Kisuke rocks against him, their burgeoning arousals rubbing together and making Ichigo moan, making Kisuke do the same into their kiss. It feels so good, helping to chase away the shadows of a victorious war with too much price to pay.
The bed is soft and warm, Kisuke even more so beneath him. Ichigo breaks off the kiss, lets his lips warm, lets them travel over Kisuke's throat where Kisuke's voice vibrates against Ichigo's lips. He's murmuring something that Ichigo promptly pretends he can't hear as his hands wander, as they stroke and encourage, drawing Kisuke further into pleasure.
It's such a bad idea, but it feels too damn good, soothes too many raw places inside Ichigo for him to back away now. He tells himself it's all the sake, that he had one drink too many and he can't be expected to think rationally. That maybe he even owes it to Kisuke, owes it to the man who's fought and bled at his side like no one else.
It's just this once, Ichigo tells himself. They can wake up hung over, embarrassed, realizing their mistake in the morning. So just this one time, he'll indulge. Just this time he'll be the bright spot in Kisuke's night, something better than nightmares and flashbacks of the past. Just this once.
gypsygrrl420 Prompt: Stark/Shuuhei/Grimmjow, “Sudden Pet Owner”, NSFW
Stark, Shuuhei, and Grimmjow are characters from the anime/manga Bleach by Tite Kubo. Warnings for kink, threesome action, and slashy smut. NSFW
“I think we should call him kitty.”
Blue eyes narrow at them, a growl echoing from a pale throat. Stark supposes that their new pet might have spoken, but the gag is preventing him from doing so. And such a lovely gag it is, trapped between a lovely pair of lips that are curled into a snarl.
“I don't think he likes that, Stark,” Hisagi says, a mischievous grin on his lips.
Stark's fingers drag through blue hair, surprisingly soft for such a harsh creature. “Hmm. Do you think kitten is better then?”
Those eyes flash angrily, haughtily, and he's all the more attractive for it. Stark has always thought Grimmjow a querulous creature, but an arousing one nonetheless. It's in taming him that s a challenge, one that Stark thinks both he and Hisagi are up to.
“I think it suits him more,” Hisagi agrees, and drags his hand down Grimmjow's bare chest, fingers tickling at the edge of the Arrancar's sensitive Hollow's hole.
Stark watches as his lover teases their soon-to-be lover with clever fingers. The sight of them together, Hisagi with his dark hair and dark eyes, his Shinigami reiatsu, is a perfect contrast to Grimmjow with his light hair and eyes, his Hollow reiatsu, is defiant glare. He's agreed to this, yes, but Grimmjow has never been one to bow down gracefully.
Sweat has already painted Grimmjow's pale skin in a wonderful sheen. And his cheeks darken with arousal, flushing scarlet. He moves, sinuously, into Hisagi's touch, unable to stop the tiny whimpers of pleasure in his throat. Stark smirks. No Hollow can resist that erotic touch, not even someone as bullheaded as Grimmjow.
“I've always wanted a pet,” Stark murmurs, fingers dragging through Grimmjow's hair in the way that he knows the kitty has always liked but never admitted. He leans forward, lips teasing wet and warm on Grimmjow's ear.
“Now we can share one,” Hisagi says, and his calloused hand wraps around Grimmjow's bare cock with a long stroke that makes the Espada arch his back and groan. He grins. “See? Kittens love to be stroked.”
If looks could kill... Stark chuckles at the death that gleams in Grimmjow's blue eyes. How interesting that he can both radiate an intent to rend Hisagi limb from limb for daring to be so condescending in all the same look that demands if Hisagi stops, death will also be forthcoming. He's such a bundle of contradictions, their new pet.
Grimmjow whines as Hisagi strokes him just right and Stark licks his lips. And oh, what a delicious pet as well.
Blue eyes narrow at them, a growl echoing from a pale throat. Stark supposes that their new pet might have spoken, but the gag is preventing him from doing so. And such a lovely gag it is, trapped between a lovely pair of lips that are curled into a snarl.
“I don't think he likes that, Stark,” Hisagi says, a mischievous grin on his lips.
Stark's fingers drag through blue hair, surprisingly soft for such a harsh creature. “Hmm. Do you think kitten is better then?”
Those eyes flash angrily, haughtily, and he's all the more attractive for it. Stark has always thought Grimmjow a querulous creature, but an arousing one nonetheless. It's in taming him that s a challenge, one that Stark thinks both he and Hisagi are up to.
“I think it suits him more,” Hisagi agrees, and drags his hand down Grimmjow's bare chest, fingers tickling at the edge of the Arrancar's sensitive Hollow's hole.
Stark watches as his lover teases their soon-to-be lover with clever fingers. The sight of them together, Hisagi with his dark hair and dark eyes, his Shinigami reiatsu, is a perfect contrast to Grimmjow with his light hair and eyes, his Hollow reiatsu, is defiant glare. He's agreed to this, yes, but Grimmjow has never been one to bow down gracefully.
Sweat has already painted Grimmjow's pale skin in a wonderful sheen. And his cheeks darken with arousal, flushing scarlet. He moves, sinuously, into Hisagi's touch, unable to stop the tiny whimpers of pleasure in his throat. Stark smirks. No Hollow can resist that erotic touch, not even someone as bullheaded as Grimmjow.
“I've always wanted a pet,” Stark murmurs, fingers dragging through Grimmjow's hair in the way that he knows the kitty has always liked but never admitted. He leans forward, lips teasing wet and warm on Grimmjow's ear.
“Now we can share one,” Hisagi says, and his calloused hand wraps around Grimmjow's bare cock with a long stroke that makes the Espada arch his back and groan. He grins. “See? Kittens love to be stroked.”
If looks could kill... Stark chuckles at the death that gleams in Grimmjow's blue eyes. How interesting that he can both radiate an intent to rend Hisagi limb from limb for daring to be so condescending in all the same look that demands if Hisagi stops, death will also be forthcoming. He's such a bundle of contradictions, their new pet.
Grimmjow whines as Hisagi strokes him just right and Stark licks his lips. And oh, what a delicious pet as well.
