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ladynero ([info]ladynero) wrote in [info]porn_battle,
@ 2010-01-06 23:16:00

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Entry tags:prompts, round ten

Round Ten Prompts F through L

Fairy tales (traditional), Sleeping Beauty/Wicked Queen, sixteen
FAKE, Bikki/Carol, a bad part of town
FAKE, Dee/Ryo, bondage
FAKE, Dee/Ryo, I can't wait any longer
FAKE, Dee/Ryo, what you get for being a tease
FAKE, Lai/Bikky, gay sex is stupid
FAKE, Rose/Ryo, disillusioned with marriage
FAKE, Ryo/Dee, merry Christmas
FAKE, Ryo/Dee, possesive
Fate/Stay Night: Archer/Shirou, experience
Fate/Stay Night: Archer/Gilgamesh, weaponry
Fate/Stay Night: Gilgamesh/Shriou, contamination
Fate/Stay Night: Lancer/Archer, GAR
Fate/Stay Night: Rider/Sakura, protection
Fate / Stay Night, Rin/Archer, eyes that know me
Fate / Stay Night, Rin/Archer, loyalty
Fate / Stay Night, Rin/Archer, mana transfer
Fate / Stay Night, Rin/Archer, from past to future to present
Fate / Stay Night, Rin/Archer, sticks and stones
Fate / Stay Night, Rin/Archer, absolute obediance
Fate/Stay Night: Rin/Sakura, loss
Final Fantasy III, Luneth/Arc, don't be so quiet
Final Fantasy IV, female/female, how to be a whore
Final Fantasy IV, Golbez/Kain, puppet
Final Fantasy IV, Kain/Rydia, second best
Final Fantasy IV, Rosa + Rydia/Cecil, Queen Rydia, former queen's public shaming, "will of the people"
Final Fantasy IV, Rosa + Rydia/Cecil, wedding, the skank of honor
Final Fantasy IV, Rosa/Scarmiglione, queen of filth, the (gross) dress and manners of his kingdom, "[her] foulness has no equal"
Final Fantasy IV, Rosa/Scarmiglione + anyone, mind control, appearance of adultery
Final Fantasy IV, Rydia/anyone, pet play, acting like a wild animal
Final Fantasy IV, Rydia/Barbariccia, world's nastiest hair
Final Fantasy IV, Rydia/Rosa/chocobos, beastiality, breeding bitch, mother of the stables
Final Fantasy IV, Rydia/Rosa, pop star skanks
Final Fantasy IV: The After Years, Rydia/Leonora/Harley/Izayoi/Rosa, Call Me Queen, unworthy of the name
Final Fantasy IV: The After Years, Rosa/Ceodore, incest in public
Final Fantasy Tactics, Ramza/Delita, first time
Final Fantasy Tactics, Ramza/Delita, in the dark
Final Fantasy V, Faris/Bartz, pegging
Final Fantasy V, Faris/Bartz, such a conceit
Final Fantasy V, Lenna/Bartz, standing outside
Final Fantasy VI, Edgar/Sabin, mirror images
Final Fantasy VI, Celes/Locke, trust
Final Fantasy VI, Setzer/Edgar, strip poker
Final Fantasy VI, Terra/Locke, remembering and forgetting
Final Fantasy VI, Terra/Sabin, esper form
Final Fantasy VII, Aerith/Tifa, sleeping in
Final Fantasy VII, Aerith/Tifa, flowers
Final Fantasy VII, Aerith/Tifa, flirting
Final Fantasy VII, Aerith/Tifa, silk
Final Fantasy VII, Aerith/Tifa, fingertips
Final Fantasy VII, Aerith/Zack, genderswapped AU
Final Fantasy VII, Angeal/Cloud, age difference
Final Fantasy VII, Angeal/Jenova, convincing
Final Fantasy VII, Angeal/Sephiroth, feather obsession
Final Fantasy VII, Angeal/Zack, looking into a mirror
Final Fantasy VII, Angeal/Zack, raspy facial stubble
Final Fantasy VII, Angeal/Zack/Cloud, double penetration
Final Fantasy VII, anyone, effects of mako
Final Fantasy VII, anyone/anyone, desecrating Hojo's lab
Final Fantasy VII, Cid/Shera, crush
Final Fantasy VII, Cid/Shera, mechanical inclination
Final Fantasy VII, Cid/Vincent, over sensitive
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud, submission, he likes the secret power of this, when his partner thinks they’re in control
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Aeris, waking up in Vegas (Costa de Sol)
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Genesis, post-Dirge of Cerberus
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Reno, anthro
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Reno +other, voyuerism from the lifestream
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, Middle Ages
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, locked in the dark
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, kiss your feet
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, nothing beneath her dress
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, drag fetish
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, mosh pit
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, sex in public or semi-public places
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, long and drawn out
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, in the rain
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, storm and fire
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, snow on my lips
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, silk and ribbons
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, honey and caramel
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, the piano
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa, halloween party
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Zack/Aeris, pregnant
Final Fantasy VII, everyone, war games
Final Fantasy VII, Galian Beast/Cloud, xeno, size kink
Final Fantasy VII, Genesis/anyone, his voice
Final Fantasy VII, Genesis/Cloud, sugar daddy
Final Fantasy VII, Reeve/anyone or no one/animatronics, playtime
Final Fantasy VII, Reno/Cloud, motorcycle sex
Final Fantasy VII, Reno/Elena, dirty/bruised
Final Fantasy VII, Reno/Elena, lady's prerogative
Final Fantasy VII, Rude/Reno/Cloud, double penetration, “Wanna be the meat in a Turk Sandwich?”
Final Fantasy VII, Rude/Reno/Cloud, very own pet killer
Final Fantasy VII, Rufus/Cloud, pseudo-incest
Final Fantasy VII, Rufus/Elena, unexpected
Final Fantasy VII, Rufus/Reno, gunplay
Final Fantasy VII, Rufus/Scarlet, abuse of power
Final Fantasy VII, Rufus/Scarlet, the president's desk
Final Fantasy VII, Rufus/Turks, Turks crossdressing
Final Fantasy VII, Rufus + Turks/Turks, instruction
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth, leather kink
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Cloud, "a present from Zack"
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Cloud, "anything for his General"
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Cloud, being restrained kink
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Cloud, save me from the dark
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Cloud, there is good in all of us
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/remnents, "better than Mother"
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, role-reversal or role-play
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, clones
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, anthro, nesting instincts
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, fun with mutations
Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, pet play, the puppy and the kitten
Final Fantasy VII, SOLDIERs/Cloud, orgy/gang bang, initiation
Final Fantasy VII, Tifa/Aeris, comparing notes
Final Fantasy VII, Tifa/anyone, breasts as punching bags fetish
Final Fantasy VII, Tifa/Buster Sword, better than a vibrator
Final Fantasy VII, Tseng/Elena, you used to be so sweet to me
Final Fantasy VII, Tseng/Rufus, bloody
Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Cloud, caught in the act
Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Cloud, xenokink
Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Cloud, willing cannibalism, claiming someone meant having a part of them, blood, flesh and semen
Final Fantasy VII, Yuffie/Vincent, rain
Final Fantasy VII, Yuffie/Vincent, careless
Final Fantasy VII, Yuffie/Vincent, cold hands
Final Fantasy VII, Yuffie/Vincent, permission
Final Fantasy VII, Yuffie/Vincent, made to wait
Final Fantasy VII, Yuffie/Vincent, materia
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/any two other characters, threesomes solve everything
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Aeris/Cloud, ghost sex, all alone in the church
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud, pirate
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud, It's not what it looks like, (except that really it is).
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud, anthro, “chasing tail”
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud, genderswitch, impregnation
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud(/Sephiroth), exhibitionism
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud/Tifa, Cloud sandwich
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud/Tifa, Tifa sandwich
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud/Tifa/Aeris, experience
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud/Tifa/Aeris, daily motions
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud/Tifa/Aeris, flower bed
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud/Tifa/Aeris, adventure
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud/Tifa/Aeris, Middle Ages
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud/Tifa/Aeris, locked in the dark
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud/Tifa/Aeris, skin to skin
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud/Tifa/Aeris, honeymoon
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud/Tifa/Aeris, aphrodisiac
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud/Tifa/Aeris, wisdom of the ancients
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud/Tifa/Aeris, flower bed
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud/Tifa/Aeris, putting tools to alternative uses
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud/Tifa/Aeris, roleplay
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud/Tifa/Aeris, a band of merry men (and women)
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Cloud/Tifa/Aeris, spoiled
Final Fantasy VII, Zack/Yuffie, surprise pouncing
Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children, Rufus/Kadaj, benevolent father
Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children, Kadaj/Yazoo/Loz, we look after one another
Final Fantasy VIII, Quistis + Rinoa/Squall, planned humiliation, relationship martyrdom
Final Fantasy VIII, Rinoa/Angelo, impregnation
Final Fantasy VIII, Rinoa/Quistis/Selphie, hate pranks
Final Fantasy VIII: Squall/Seifer, Baptism by fire
Final Fantasy VIII, Squall/Seifer, payback
Final Fantasy X, Auron/Rikku, colorful
Final Fantasy X, Auron/Rikku, disrespectful
Final Fantasy X, Auron/Rikku, stealing from a thief
Final Fantasy X, Auron/Rikku, lack of sleep
Final Fantasy X, Auron/Rikku, she's more experienced than he is
Final Fantasy X, Auron/Tidus, watching you grow up
Final Fantasy X, Braska/Auron, your willing servant
Final Fantasy X, Tidus/Yuna, touch
Final Fantasy X, Jecht/Auron, dominance
Final Fantasy X, Jecht/Auron, restraint
Final Fantasy X, Jecht/Tidus, a real reason to hate me
Final Fantasy X-2, Lulu/Paine, Worship
Final Fantasy X-2, Lulu/Paine, Coconut Oil Massage
Final Fantasy X-2, Lulu/Paine, Training
Final Fantasy X-2, Paine/Rikku, Punishing the Thief
Final Fantasy X-2, Paine/Yuna, Dressed in Leather
Final Fantasy X-2, Rikku/anyone, hazardous stupidity
Final Fantasy X-2, Rikku/anyone, playing dumb
Final Fantasy X-2, Yuna/Rikku, skank rubs off on you
Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Basch, Kneeling before the Judge Magister
Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Basch, Bubble Bath
Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Vaan, The Sky Pirate's Apprentice
Final Fantasy XII, Fran/Penelo, Becoming a Woman
Final Fantasy XII, Penelo/anyone, piss hair
Final Fantasy XIII, Fang/Vanille, Vanille: "Eww, learn to wash your hair."
Final Fantasy XIII, Fang/Vanille, such a flirt
Final Fantasy XIII, Fang/Vanille, comfort
Final Fantasy XIII, Lightning/Hope, when you're older
Final Fantasy XIII, Lightning/Hope, if I'm old enough to fight...
Final Fantasy XIII, Sazh/Vanille, your chocobo is watching us!
Firefly, Book/Inara, lust in his heart
Firefly, Jayne/Kaylee, engines and pistons
Firefly, Jayne/Simon, tear that pretty shirt off your back
Firefly, Mal/Simon, drunk and sloppy
Firefly, Mal/Simon, following orders
Firefly, Mal/Jayne/Simon, knives, guns, and needles
Firefly, River/Jayne, not so big on the inside
Firefly, Simon/River, hush
Firefly, Wash/Zoe, one last time
Flatliners, David Labraccio/Nelson Wright, Nelson deserves a spanking
Flatliners, David Labraccio/Nelson Wright, Erotic Asphyxiation
Frisky Dingo, Ronnie/Xander, missing scene
Fullmetal Alchemist, Mustang/Lin, illegal immigrant
Fullmetal Alchemist, Lin/Lan Fan, ready to serve
Full Metal Panic!, Sousuke/Kaname, dumb idea
Full Metal Panic!, Sousuke/Kaname, correcting a misunderstanding
Full Metal Panic!, Sousuke/Kaname, out of uniform

Ghostbusters (movie), Egon/Janine, experiments under her desk
Ghostbusters (movie), Egon/Ray, explosions in the lab
Ghostbusters (movie), Peter/Egon, learn to relax
Ghostbusters (movie), Peter/Ray, possessed
Ghostbusters (movie), Ray/Winston, in the back seat of Ecto-1
Ghost Hunt, Naru/Mai, aloof
Ghost Hunt, Naru/Mai, scared of the dark
Good Omens, Adam/Pepper, courtship
Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley, ineffable
Good Omens, Crowly/Aziraphale, preening
Good Omens, War/Crowley, do I ever joke?
Gorgeous Carat, Ray/Florion, possession
Greek, Casey/Cappie, first time
Greek, Casey/Evan, adjusting
Greek, Rebecca/anyone, mask
Green Mile, Paul/Brutal, taking comfort
Grosse Pointe, Quentin/Johnny, rumours
Gundam SEED Destiny, Neo/Murrue, bad dreams
Gundam SEED Destiny, Neo/Murrue, catharsis
Gundam SEED Destiny, Neo/Murrue, identity crisis
Gundam SEED Destiny, Neo/Murrue, the only truth I know is you
Gundam SEED Destiny, Andy/Murrue/Neo, unspoken agreement
Gundam Wing, Duo/Relena, adrenaline
Gundam Wing, Heero/Relena, heat
Gundam Wing, Heero/Relena, jealousy
Gundam Wing, Heero/Relena, hesitant
Gundam Wing, Heero/Relena, alcove
Gundam Wing, Heero/Relena, night
Gundam Wing, Heero/Relena, dancing
Gundam Wing, Heero/Relena, voyeurism
Gundam Wing, Heero/Relena, sing with me/if it’s just for today/maybe tomorrow/the good lord will take you away
Gundam Wing, Heero/Relena, dream on/dream on/dream until your dreams come true
Gundam Wing, Heero/Relena, Queen of the World
Gundam Wing, Heero/Relena, gunplay
Gundam Wing, Heero/Relena, teddies for grown-ups
Gundam Wing, Heero/Relena, secret mission
Gundam Wing, Heero/Relena, sex in odd hiding places
Gundam Wing, Heero/Relena, OZ uniforms
Gundam Wing, Heero/Relena, have you ever...
Gundam Wing, Heero/Relena, I obey your law of gravity
Gundam Wing, Heero/Relena, freedom
Gundam Wing: Quatra/Trowa, Defined by time
Gundam Wing, Zechs/Relena, unintentional incest
Gundam Wing, Zechs/Relena, one-sided intentional incest
Gundam Wing, Zechs/Relena, fully intentional incest
Gundam Wing, Zechs/Relena, (royal) prerogative
Gundam Wing, Zechs/Relena, heirs
Gundam Wing, Zechs/Relena, teasing
Gundam Wing, Zechs/Relena, your fault
Gundam Wing, Zechs/Relena, easy like sunday morning
Gundam Wing, Zechs/Wufei, oblivious

Hamlet, Hamlet/Horatio, you are the one I love
Harold and Kumar movies, Harold/Kumar, smoke it up
Harold and Kumar movies, Harold/Kumar, let's make it three
Harold and Kumar movies, Harold/Kumar, bro love
Harry Potter, Bill/Fleur, little English butler
Harry Potter, Bill/Remus, wolfnip
Harry Potter, Draco/Cho/Hermione, crying in the bathroom
Harry Potter, Draco/Harry, crying in the bathroom
Harry Potter, Draco/Harry, drugs
Harry Potter, Draco/Harry, lacy underthings
Harry Potter, Draco/Harry, domination
Harry Potter, Draco/Harry, dirty little secret
Harry Potter, Draco/Ron, frustration
Harry Potter, Harry/Ron, best friends forever
Harry Potter, Hermione/Harry, cross dressing
Harry Potter, Hermione/Luna, taste
Harry Potter, Laventer/Parvati, sleepovers
Harry Potter, Luna/Ginny, prefect's bathroom
Harry Potter, Neville/Charlie Weasley, comparing tattoos
Harry Potter, Neville/Charlie Weasley, stargazers
Harry Potter, Neville/Charlie Weasley, traditions on the Dragon Reserve
Harry Potter, Percy/Oliver Wood, polishing cloths
Harry Potter, Percy/Oliver, recovering from the war
Harry potter, Remus/Sirius, brand new collar
Harry Potter, Severus/Lily, different
Harry Potter, Severus/Lily, pure
Harry Potter, Sirius/James, best friends forever
Harry Potter, Sirius/Regulus, not brothers anymore
Harry Potter, Sirius/Remus, waxing gibbeous
Harry Potter, Sirius/Remus, silent all these years
Harry Potter, Sirius/Severus, this is wrong
Hellsing, Seras/Sir Integra, virgins
Hellsing, Walter/Alucard, get off me
Honey and Clover, Mayama/Rika, in the quiet moments
Honey and Clover, Yamada/Nomiya, moving on
Hono No Mirage: Naoe/Takaya, Cats and Kings
Horatio Hornblower, Honblower/Bush, cabin fever
Horistuba Gakuen, Fai/Kurogane, sex ed
House, House/Wilson, right the first time
House, House/Wilson, at home
House, Cameron/Chase, high

I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry, Chuck/Larry, truth
Inglourious Basterds, Aldo Raine/Hans Landa, German Superiority (d/s: consentual or non)
Inglourious Basterds, Shosanna Dreyfus/Bridget Von Hammersmark, Sex in a cinema
Inglourious Basterds, Hans Landa/Dieter Hellstrom, Red Candle Wax
Inglourious Basterds, Fredrick Zoller/Shosanna Dreyfus, Gift of a little red dress
It, Henry Bowers/Losers Club, forgotten

Jeeves and Wooster, Bertie/Jeeves, making the bed
Jeeves and Wooster, Bertie/Jeeves, desperate measures
Jeeves and Wooster, Bertie/Jeeves, will we be wearing our pajamas tonight, sir?
Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, Johnny/Edgar, to the moon
Justice League Unlimited, Shayera/Fire + Dr. Polaris, episode I Am Legion, forced mace sodomy

Katekyou Hitman Reborn!, Bianchi/Gokudera, brother complex
Katekyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Gokudera/Haru, noisy
Katekyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Gokudera/Haru, fireworks
Katekyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Gokudera/Haru, culture shock
Katekyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Hibari/Chrome, it's always the quiet ones
Katekyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Hibari/Chrome, hunter
Katekyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Hibari/Haru, out of place
Katekyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Hibari/Haru, dangerous-desu
Katekyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Mukuro/Chrome, two sides of the same coin
Katekyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Mukuro/Chrome, mine
Katekyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Mukuro/Chrome, illusion
Katekyou Hitman Reborn!, Mukuro/Lancia, Stockholme Syndrome
Katekyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Tsuna/Kyoko, crush
Katekyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Tsuna/Kyoko, boss
Katekyo Hitman Reborn,Tsuna/Kyoko,holding hands
Katekyo Hitman Reborn,Tsuna/Kyoko,dancing
Katekyo Hitman Reborn,Tsuna/Kyoko,departure
Katekyo Hitman Reborn,Tsuna/Kyoko,first time
Katekyo Hitman Reborn,Tsuna/Kyoko,birthday cake
Katekyo Hitman Rebron,Tsuna/Kyoko,arriving in Italy
Katekyo Hitman Reborn,Tsuna/Kyoko,family
Katekyo Hitman Reborn,Tsuna/Kyoko,seduction
Katekyo Hitman Reborn,Tsuna/Kyoko,fever
Katekyo Hitman Reborn,Tsuna/Kyoko,suits and gowns
Kill Bill, BB/Nikki, our past becomes our future
Kill Bill, Beatrix/O-Ren, if this was real
Kill Bill, Beatrix/O-Ren, swords
Kill Bill, Beatrix/Vernita, my name
Kill Bill, Budd/Bill, disappointment
Kingdom Hearts: Aeris/Leon/Cloud, Listen to the lady
Kingdom Hearts, any, genderswitch
Kingdom Hearts, boy!Kairi/girl!Riku/girl!Sora, the Keybearers
Kingdom Hearts, Darkness/Cloud, tentacle sex, being corrupted
Kingdom Hearts, Roxas/Axel, icing on the cake
Kingdom Hearts, Sephiroth/Cloud, hatesex, trying to kill each other even now
Kingdom Hearts, Sephiroth/Cloud, wingkink
Kingdom Hearts, Sephiroth/Cloud, light and dark all in one
Kingdom Hearts, Sephiroth/GirlCloud, showering
Kingdom Hearts II, Cloud/any, different shapes in the Pridelands
Kingdom Hearts II, Pete/Sora, proving himself to Maleficent
Kingdom Hearts: Birth By Sleep, Terra/Zack, dimensional links
Kingdom Hearts: Birth By Sleep, Terra/Zack/Ven/Aqua, a little fire in your too breezy, too earthy, too watery trio
Kingdom Hearts: Birth By Sleep, Zack/Aqua, too cute to turn down
Knight Rider, KARR/KITT, noncon
Knights Tale, A, William Thatcher/Count Adhemar, "The next time I see you you'll be looking up at me from the flat of your back."

Labyrinth, Jareth/Sarah, enslaved
Labyrinth, Jareth/Sarah, lost and longing
Labyrinth, Jareth/Sarah, games
Labyrinth, Jareth/Sarah, hot water
Labyrinth, Jareth/Sarah, dreams
Labyrinth, Jareth/Sarah, jealousy
Last Starfighter, Alex/Beta, you still owe me
Legend of the Seeker, Darken Rahl/Giller, if it's not rough it isn't fun
Legend of the Seeker, Giller/Darken Rahl, command me confessor
Lie to Me, Cal/Gillian, elevator
Lie to Me, Torres/Loker, jealousy
Little Mermaid, The, Ariel/Eric, first time
Little White Horse, Sir Wrolf/Maria, paradise hill gets a little closer to heaven
Lord of the Rings, Aragorn/Boromir and/or Faramir, "anything for his/their king"
Lord of the Rings, Haldir/Aragorn, you smiled when I took hold
Lord of the Rings, Elrond/Haldir/Aragorn, alliances
Lost Boys, David/Michael, Ferris Wheel
Lost Boys, David/Michael, After hours party
Lost Boys, David/Michael, Jealousy
Lost Boys, Sam/The Frog Brothers, Initiation
Lost Boys, Star/Maria, Stolen Wine
Loveless, Ritsuka/Seimei, don't let mom hear
Loveless, Ritsuka/Soubi, pain games
Loveless, Ritsuka/Soubi, old enough
Loveless, Ritsuka/Soubi, insanity
Loveless, Soubi/Seimei, don't touch me
Loveless, Ritsuka/Yuiko, innocence


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Harry Potter, Harry/Ron, best friends forever
[info]dani_meows
2010-01-07 05:25 am UTC (link)

“What are best friends for?” Ron asked teasingly as his fingers stroked Harry's cock. Harry moaned, pleading for more attention but didn't answer.

Ron pulled out the lube and slid slickend fingers into Harry's arse. There was no real need for much preparation because Ron and Harry frequently indulged in the enjoyment of their friendship with shagging.

Ron lubed his cock and slid inside Harry, while still stroking his friend's cock. He set a fast almost bruising pace. Harry came seconds before Ron did and they lay against each other panting.

Soon would come clean up and pulling away into the hectic life they had around them but for now they were best friends together and alone from the rest of the world.

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Re: Harry Potter, Harry/Ron, best friends forever - [info]pureevil230, 2010-07-11 08:14 pm UTC
Harry Potter, Draco/Harry, lacy underthings
[info]dani_meows
2010-01-07 05:54 am UTC (link)
Lace, Harry decided with an irritated sigh, was an evil and itchy material for undergarments. His bits were itchy and he was irritable and wondering why he'd agreed to wear them in the first place. He longed to go back in time and stop himself from agreeing to wear them for the whole day underneath his robes.

Once his robes were off and he saw the way Draco stared at his appearance with a wide eyed expression that conveyed just how much Draco loved Harry's green lace knickers, Harry remembered why he'd agreed to wear them. He'd do anything to put that look on his lover's face.

Draco pounced, pressing Harry against the wall as their lips met in a possessive kiss. Soon they were both naked and Draco used a lubrication spell on Harry. He proceeded to show Harry just how much he'd appreciated the sight of the green lace knickers, as he thrust quickly, wildly and out of control into Harry.

They both came with a cry and then slid down the wall to lay against one another.

“Your turn to fulfill my fantasy tomorrow night,” Harry whispered to his lover once his breathing had slowed.

Draco just gave him a smirk.

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Re: Harry Potter, Draco/Harry, lacy underthings - [info]pureevil230, 2010-07-11 08:12 pm UTC
Desecration Smile - Final Fantasy VII, anyone/anyone, desecrating Hojo's lab
[info]scarletseraph
2010-01-07 08:24 am UTC (link)
Hojo's always made Scarlet nervous, and it's for that reason that Rufus likes to take her in the scientist's lab.

The things that Scarlet makes are tangible, inanimate. They do what she says, and when they don't, at least they don't run amok. Oh, maybe they'll backfire, take out a test subject or three, but that's the end of it. After that, they go to the scrap heap.

The toys in Hojo's box, though, are things man was never meant to tamper with. He meddles in the very makeup of the universe, and that terrifies the woman so grounded in the elements of earth.

Scarlet will do anything to escape the lab, and Rufus delights in it. It's power that gets the President off, and he never holds so much over her as when he has her thrust against a wall, bent over an examination table, pinned to a specimen tank. Inside, the creature blinks its many eyes at the pair of humans rutting on the other side of the glass. Beneath Rufus, Scarlet gasps and twists, struggling to escape the sight of Hojo's mangled creation.

He's had her in his bed, on the hood of his car, under his desk, but this is by far the best.

"Was this where it caught you?" he purrs, his lips shaping against her ear. A hand slides to her throat and clenches there. "Tell me again how it is that Hojo's little friends have sex?"

The memory of having become one of the madman's experiments herself torments Scarlet, and when Rufus brings it up, her movements become frenzied - hips bucking, hands scrabbling over the glass as if trying to pull herself out of her captor's arms and crawl to safety. She won't be going anywhere - Rufus' grasp is too secure, and the tank's walls too slick and straight. His cock is plunged deep in her cunt, and when she has her little fit, it causes the plush passage to contract and writhe around him. He'd chuckle, if he didn't need so badly to groan. The hand still on her hip tightens, fingers digging into the lush swell of flesh.

There's white around the irises of her eyes. She isn't facing him, but he can see her reflection in the glass. Where it overlays the misshapen face of the thing on the other side, the two mingle grotesquely.

The more she fights, the more his prick aches with want of release. His thrusts become harsher, the mushroom head of his cock slamming into the back of her cunt. There's enough force behind it that even with the tank welded in place, it creaks.

"Think it'll break?" he whispers with the chuckle that hadn't come through before, and Scarlet utters a sound he couldn't have put a name to whether he'd cared to or not. Even in the midst of terror, the woman is hot and wet, and fluid gushes down her walls and legs to squelch as he plunges through it. His balls tighten and his shaft swells, and a half-second before it disgorges its complement of seed, he pulls out of Scarlet and pushes her aside. His hand curls around his cock and jerks sharply once, twice. White secretion spurts from its tip, splattering on the glass directly in front of Hojo's creation. If the tank wall hadn't been between them, he would have just jizzed in the creature's face.

He'll be nice today, and leave it for Hojo to clean up.

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Re: Desecration Smile - Final Fantasy VII, anyone/anyone, desecrating Hojo's lab - [info]zoi_no_miko, 2010-01-07 04:57 pm UTC
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Harry Potter, Harry/Ron, best friends forever
[info]whatifisaidno
2010-01-08 03:21 am UTC (link)

"How long until the curse wears off?" Ron pants. It takes a minute for Harry to parse what he says and he has to stop to breathe after a shallow thrust.

"Another orgasm?" he says. He really couldn't remember. All he knows is they're both still hard and the curse isn't neutralized yet. Ron's bony hips are lightly freckled like the rest of him and Harry rests his head on his friend's back to give him a rest. He's close, so close, but he's been that way for a half hour and if they can't do this again he's not sure what will happen. Ron rocks back on his cock and he moans, but even that doesn't put him in a hurry.

After a minute, Ron levers up on his elbows with effort and reaches for Harry's hand, tangling their fingers. "Harry?" he asks quietly.

"Yeah, Ron?"

"Best friends forever, right?" He asks. There's a worrying note in Ron's voice that makes Harry sit up.

"Of course," he says, running his hand down the curve of Ron's side. "You know I wouldn’t leave you like this," he says and gets up on his hurting knees one last time.

"Hang on," he says and manages to get a slow, tired rhythm going until eventually the sweet pressure building masks the pain in his muscles and Ron is breathing heavily again, ready for just one more. "I'll get you out of this."

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Re: Harry Potter, Harry/Ron, best friends forever - [info]katekintail, 2010-01-08 04:47 am UTC
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You Bleed Red (Like Everyone Else) Pt I - Final Fantasy VII, Tseng/Rufus, bloody
[info]scarletseraph
2010-01-08 06:17 am UTC (link)
Someday, Rufus is going to be the boss.

Right now, though, that's not the case. Old Man Shinra is still kicked back behind the President's desk - and if he knew what orders Tseng was giving his son, the Turk wouldn't just be given walking papers; he'd be taking a walk right off the roof. At gunpoint.

But right now, he's still holding the gun. The barrel rides along Rufus' throat in a way that's not quite parallel and not quite perpendicular, and every so often, it butts against the boy's chin.

Boy, hell. Rufus hasn't been a boy in years. He'll always be a boy to Tseng, though - boytoy, fucktoy; something to ride like a bitch. Tseng considers it part of his education - and that's what he'd been hired for, right? Education. Protection.

Sometimes he wonders if he shouldn't be using the latter. There'd been a time when he could be sure there was no one else up the kid's ass, but these days? Rufus is a punk - running the streets of Midgar, picking up whores and dropping in on the dirtiest brothels the city has to offer. Tseng has seen it himself, when he's playing backup in the shadows - and when it's someone else on the brat's tail, the reports fall across his desk anyway.

"So this is how you like it, huh?" Tseng mutters, a hand between Rufus' cheeks. There's just enough lube on his fingers that he'll get in with one good shove, and just enough not there to make it hurt. "Dirty and rough?" He positions the head of his cock and moves his hand out of the way. A roll of his hips drives the rod forward, and Rufus takes it with little more than a teeth-gritted grunt. Yeah, the kid's been fucking around.

"There's the pot telling the kettle it's got a shitty cock," the blond prince retorts. His fingers curl on the floor, trying to grip a carpet that's barely there. Tseng moves the gun just far enough away that when it swings back in, it strikes Rufus' jaw with enough force to leave him reeling. Normally, he wouldn't be so careless. Normally, he wouldn't take the chance of leaving a mark that might lead back to him - but tonight, tonight it's just one more bruise amidst the pride-badges of Rufus' latest brawl.

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Forever - Final Fantasy XII, Fran/Penelo, Becoming a Woman (1/2)
[info]hamimi_fk
2010-01-08 03:25 pm UTC (link)
Daylight reached out over the rough landscape of the Giza Plains, slowly drying up further the land during its Dry season. In the distance, a Werewolf howled, vicious and hungry, waiting for the sun to warm up the ground further before hunting. Giza Rabbits scrabbled from their underground burrows to seek food before the Werewolves began to roam for theirs. In the small settlement of nomads, the inhabitants and the odd wanderers began their day, securing their borders from the creatures that roamed the Giza Plains and preparing breakfast as the Cockatrice chirped for food.

Fran was up long before anyone else, cleaning her bow and making sure her arrows were clear of sand and dust, things that could throw off the trajectory of her shots. In the tent behind her, Penelo slept soundly, even when morning light touched the Plains and the others were moving about. The others in their group had gone ahead two days prior, eager to hunt the Kaiser Wolf in the Westersand. Fran and Penelo stayed behind after a Hyena surprised Penelo as she was exploring a ditch in Warrior's Wash and tore into her leg with teeth and claws. If Balthier's quick hands hadn't gotten off a head shot at the Hyena, Penelo may have lost her leg. As it was, the wounds were easily healed with Cura, but it left Penelo completed drained and in dire need of rest. So she slept, on and off, mostly on, for the last two days. The others had wanted to wait here with her while she healed, but Penelo had urged them on, saying she was fine.

The viera stayed behind with the girl, sensing the extent of Penelo's fatigue. A fever had taken hold of Penelo last night, but Fran had herbs from Eruyt Village and mixed them with a potion to break it. Still, Penelo was wrapped up in blankets despite the heat, her body fighting off an infection that a healing spell couldn't get rid of. At noon, the sick girl finally awoke to Fran sitting beside her, a bowl of food at her side. Blushing, Penelo sat up, throwing off all the blankets but one - having been nude underneath it.

"How are you feeling?" Fran inquired, pressing her cool hand against Penelo's forehead.

"Better. Much better," the teen answered, stretching her previously injured leg out from under the blanket. "My leg's not itching anymore either."

Grasping a pale ankle carefully, Fran observed the spot on the side of Penelo's calf that had nearly been ripped out whole by sharp teeth. Small indentures were the only proof of what had happened and the viera traced them lightly with her finger, making Penelo blush even more. On various places on the leg were faint pinkish-white marks from where the Hyena's claws had scratched at flesh. With no hint of embarrassment, Fran also traced these with her fingers before withdrawing her hand and handing the bowl of food to the teen.

"Eat so your body will have the strength for travel tomorrow. We'll head back to Rabanastre in the morning and wait for the others to complete their hunt."

"Shouldn't we join up with them and help?"

"No, your leg may be better for travel, but fighting is something you should hold off from another few days."

Silence encompassed them as Penelo knew better than to argue with the viera woman and resided herself to the food which her stomach growled for hungrily. Red eyes watched Penelo, captivated by how far along Penelo had come during their adventures. Fran had met a child months ago, seventeen years old, orphaned, caring, and very willful despite her lot in life. Over the past months, as they drew closer to bringing down Vayne and his corrupted Judges, the viera watched the child become a woman of eighteen, strong and powerful in her magic, still caring, and still so very willful. Fran had observed similar humes in similar situations and had seen them grow twisted, corrupted by hate and pain. Those that did not become twisted, died before the seed could properly be planted. Even Vaan had fallen under the seductive allure of becoming a sky pirate, traveling the world and plundering everything he could, which while not necessarily wicked, could easily become so one day.

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Re: Forever - Final Fantasy XII, Fran/Penelo, Becoming a Woman (2/2) - [info]hamimi_fk, 2010-01-08 03:25 pm UTC
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Strength - Green Mile, Paul/Brutal, taking comfort
[info]zoi_no_miko
2010-01-09 01:24 am UTC (link)
I've seen the kind of ugly things men are capable of. Dark, hateful, despicable things. Things that wear the heart down, after a while, make you feel empty inside. Sometimes, when it gets too bad, when you get too empty, you have to find something better to fill yourself back up.

The night we killed John Coffey was a long night. When everything was said and done and taken care of, I found myself walking up and down the mile in the wee hours of the morning, slowly, back and forth again and again.

I was so empty that night.

As I reached the end of the stretch yet another time, Brutal moved to my side, stopping me with one large, strong hand on my arm. "You're gonna wear yourself out like that, Paul.

I looked up and caught his gaze - quiet, concerned, knowing. Then I nodded, and let him take me back into the office, quiet and alone behind locked doors. I didn't have to say anything, because he knew, and I knew, and we were both empty and aching. He just caught my hips, urging me back against the wall, and pressed close against me.

We didn't kiss, not on the lips. Lips were for romance and women, and not for something like this. Instead, he pressed his face to my hair with a long sigh, and I let my eyes close, tilted my head back and breathed in the comforting, familiar scent of aftershave and musk. I let my face nestle into his neck, nuzzling the slight roughness of skin, drinking in the relief of just being close.

With our eyes closed, everything dissolved into touch - his mouth brushing against my temple, nuzzling my cheekbone, my ear. My hands stroked slowly over broad shoulders and strong arms, stroked his chest and sides as he touched mine. Sometimes this was all that was needed, the warm reassurance of touch. Tonight was more than that. Tonight we encouraged the slow build of desire, needing it, heating each other with soft kisses and clothes that were slowly undone and pushed aside to bare skin. His strong hands were warm and tough and reassuring, sliding against my skin, and his chest was warm and solid under my hands.

When his fingers finally tugged down my shorts, when his hand curled around my prick, I gave a long sigh against his neck, feeling tension ebb from me that I hadn't realized I'd been holding in. I returned his affection, cupping and stroking his balls, feeling their soft weight against my palm, then finally wrapping my fingers around him, stroking slowly from root to tip. He sighed like I had, breath a warm caress against my hair, and we fell into a slow, familiar rhythm, pressed so close that there was hardly room between us to stroke.

Some would call this unnatural, but I daresay they haven't seen what I have. This wasn't about power or pain or selfishness. There was nothing ugly about this, just a warm, safe reassurance, an unselfish gift we could share with each other. Shelter against the storm of the world.

We made it last as long as we could, movements slow and languid until our fingers were slick with the seed that pearled on the heads of our pricks, until our breath was laboured and desperate. Then he pulled my hand away and pressed against me, hands clenched tight on my hips as mine were on his shoulders, and our bodies moved together like lovers. The firm, sweat streaked stretch of his stomach and the hardness of his prick against mine was overwhelmingly good, so much heat between us that it was a wonder I didn't melt. My hips rocked up helplessly against him, once, twice, and then I was spilling between us, the beauty and pleasure of it rushing warm and bright inside me. I heard him gasp my name, hardly more than a breath, then felt him shudder and find release as well, adding to the warmth that blossomed between us.

We stayed like that as long as we could, pressed close as frantic breathing slowed, as pulses returned to normal. We stayed close until our pricks had softened and the cool air nipped at my skin. I needed it as much as anything else, and I wondered how I would ever have survived this job without Brutal.

I still don't know exactly how, but I always felt stronger, after being with him like that. Something about his quiet, unconditional acceptance and companionship took away the ache. It made it easier to face the day, and I could go on.

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Re: Strength - Green Mile, Paul/Brutal, taking comfort - [info]hamimi_fk, 2010-01-09 08:58 am UTC
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Final Fantasy VII, Tifa/Buster Sword, better than a vibrator
[info]elanor_pam
2010-01-09 01:31 am UTC (link)
The door was locked, the windows closed, the curtains drawn. Anyone she knew who'd have any reason to walk in on her was busy and would remain so for the rest of the day.

She had all the time and all the privacy in the world - or at least a few hours, and a closed room, but that would be quite enough.

She kicked off her boots, and her panties. She raised her skirt, for comfort. She grabbed the buster sword from the wall it was propped against, carrying the heavy piece of metal with only minor difficulties towards the spot she had chosen at random, and sat with her back against the wall. With some alcohol and a handful of cotton she cleaned the handle and pommel, every little nook and scratch of them.

She laid the blade onto one of her fallen boots as a leverage of sorts, and held it by its square, bolted base. And then she closed her eyes with a shudder when the cold pommel of its handle touched her where she felt the most heat.

She slowly applied pressure inwards, feeling the cold hard metal slide into her tight opening, gliding through fluids - until the knob went past her entrance, when she allowed some of its weight to reassert itself just so that the pommel would hit her right there as she pulled it further in.

It was cold, long, thick, hard and unforgivingly metallic, and right now she wouldn't have it any other way.

She pulled it back out, back in, slowly and carefully, she let the slowly warming pommel trace her entrance, rub against her clit, she held her breath, she sighed out.

She wasn't fucking herself with a sword because she wished it was Cloud instead, or anything silly like that. The experiences were too wildly different for her to even make believe one was the other.

She did wish he'd just toss her against the nearest wall and do it sometimes, but that had nothing to do with now.

All that it was, was that she one day had looked at that pommel and her mind had gone straight to the gutter and then it had stayed there. And just now she'd been alone and horny and the thing had been right over there and it seemed she could finally fulfill that insistent fantasy...

Though as her wrists strained and her arms cramped, she did wish Cloud'd been there to thrust it into her. With his uniform, and that cocky boyish grin and the glowing blue eyes with that predatory glint and--

She made sure to disinfect the sword again afterwards, with more alcohol than needed just in case she'd left a smell.

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Harry Potter, Draco/Harry, crying in the bathroom
[info]katekintail
2010-01-09 03:26 am UTC (link)
This definitely wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Harry stood outside the bathroom, ear pressed to the door. All he heard was the hiss of water running. He rapped his knuckles against the door. “What are you doing in there, Malfoy, crying?” As soon as he said it, he realized how stupid it was to say. His knees buckled as the image of Draco lying, pale and bleeding on the floor, flashed across his mind. He slithered down to the floor, squatting, leaning, worrying.

Draco flung the door open, and Harry fell backwards, head slamming against the tile. He looked up at Draco, hovering above him. “What a stupid thing to say.”

“I know,” Harry said. “But…” He reached up with an unsteady hand and ran his thumb along a wet trail beneath Draco’s eye. “Merlin, Draco, I swear I had no idea it would hurt you that much.”

Draco was quiet, but he reached down almost unconsciously and cupped his hand to his crotch through the towel wrapped around his waist. “It didn’t really.”

“It caught you by surprise?”

He nodded. Then he lay down beside Harry. “I wasn’t ready for it. But I am now.”

Harry laughed so much he could barely breathe. Draco put an arm around him, even though Harry’s body was shaking with laughter.

“Harry?” Draco’s mouth played at Harry’s ear, breaths warm and tickling.

It was hard not to feel convinced by that. Draco’s touch made him tingle like nothing and no one else could. It would be just like him to fuck it up now if he hadn’t already. “No fucking way. We’re going to take things slow.”

Draco retracted his arm. “I don’t do slow, Potter.”

Harry reached over and grabbed Draco’s arm. He kissed Draco’s palm and then pulled the arm back into place, wrapping around him. He put his hand on Draco’s hip and eased the man closer, feeling Drco’s growing erection grind against his leg. “You do now. Okay?” He turned his head to kiss Draco and Draco let him. “Okay?”

“Yeah,” Draco agreed finally, smiling. “I guess you’re worth it.”

As he lay there on the floor, the irony of the situation overwhelmed him. Harry started laughing again.

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Re: Harry Potter, Draco/Harry, crying in the bathroom - [info]pureevil230, 2010-07-11 08:03 pm UTC
Harry Potter, Draco/Ron, frustration
[info]katekintail
2010-01-09 09:09 pm UTC (link)
Draco’s tongue moved expertly up the inside of the highly-freckled thigh. The softness of the skin was inviting, alluring. Draco slurped and lapped, nuzzling his face into the man’s balls and then gently kissing the lovely cock. His hands were not still either. They roamed, touching lightly. He teased the little buds of nipples. He squeezed a glorious arse. And he was so careful to keep his fingers away from the man’s belly or side, not wanting to inadvertently tickle him and break the mood.

As it was their first time together, Draco felt the pressure of expectations. There was only one thought on Draco’s mind, and that was to make Ron Weasley come as the man had never come before. He wanted to show Weasley true bliss, the kind that made your toes curl and back arch, the kind that made you lose your breath and your vision for a moment and practically transcend reality. He wanted to show Weasley what Malfoys were best at.

Draco did everything he could think of, from stroking the cock with his tongue to taking each ball in his mouth and sucking it. In Draco’s copious previous endeavors, by this time, Draco’s partners would be moaning; some were even coming. But not Ron Weasley. Sure, the man’s erection twitched a lot. Sure Ron smiled and sighed happily. But his cock barely leaked and, instead, just lay there.

Draco tried harder. He licked his fingers and played with Ron’s arsehole. He batted his eyelashes against the tender, sensitive areas as he whispered words of encouragement. He could talk dirty with the best of them. He pumped his fist along the shaft. He rolled down the foreskin and swirled his tongue around the head. He even used two hands to cover the long shaft completely as he rubbed. He tried everything he could think of and Ron still acted like he had a cock ring on.

After nearly an hour, Draco had had enough. He propped himself up on his forearms. “Fuck this.”

“I thought that’s what you were trying to do,” Ron joked.

Draco looked at him incredulously. “I’ve been working my arse off here, trying to turn you on, and you laugh at me? Forget this, Weasley! I have better things to do with my time.”

Ron seemed unconcerned and just a tad confused. “You think I’m not turned on? Merlin, Draco, you’ve been working wonders on me.”

“Then why aren’t you coming?”

“It seems that some of us have more self control than others. It wouldn’t be any fun if I came right away.”

Draco narrowed his eyes at Ron. “It’s been an hour.”

“Yeah, I know.” Reaching down, Ron grabbed a whole fistful of bright blond hair. He tugged, directing Draco back down to his crotch. “Means we’re just getting started.”

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Re: Harry Potter, Draco/Ron, frustration - [info]zoi_no_miko, 2010-01-09 09:22 pm UTC
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Harry Potter, Percy/Oliver Wood, polishing cloths
[info]katekintail
2010-01-10 01:18 am UTC (link)
Percy opened the door to his dormitory slowly and poked his head inside, calling out, “All clear?” He glanced around cautiously. Oliver was sitting cross-legged on his bed, reading his Transfiguration textbook. Percy sighed with relief. “Oh good. You’re done. I desperately needed my Arithmancy notebook.” He made a beeline to his desk.

Oliver looked up from his book. “Excuse me?”

“I didn’t want to walk in when you were in the middle of… doing what you were doing.”

Oliver cocked his head. “And what did you think I was doing up here?”

“The others said you were up here polishing your broomstick.” Percy couldn’t help but notice a few cloths lying on Oliver’s bed. “I guess I should have given you a few more minutes.”

“Huh?” Oliver looked down at his book, then his bed. “Percy, you might be brilliant and Head Boy, but sometimes you don’t make any sense. I was just polishing my broomstick. I don’t need privacy for that.”

“Right,” Percy nodded, laying his finger against his nose and winking knowingly at Oliver.

Oliver closed his textbook and fixed Percy with an expression of disbelief. “Merlin’s Beard, Percy… you thought it meant…” He choked back a laugh. “Wait, wait. When you say you’ve been up here polishing your badge, you actually mean you’ve been wanking?”

“Certainly,” Percy said. “A man has needs, after all. Though I would put it in a more dignified manner.”

“Aye, of course you would.” Oliver had difficulty holding back his laughter now.

It was Percy’s turn to go from confused to understanding in the span of a handful of seconds. Suddenly, his eyes widened. “You mean you were actually—”

Oliver plunged his hand under his pillows and pulled out his broom. “Polishing my broomstick, yeah.”

Percy went completely red, flushing from cheeks to ears. He sank onto his bed, hand clapped over his mouth. “Oh, Oliver. I’m so sorry.”

The laughter Oliver had been fighting burst out of him. He shook his head and wiped tears from his eyes. “It’s all right,” he said around the laughing. “No harm done.”

Percy responded quickly, “Right. Right. No harm done.” Too quickly.

Oliver cocked his head again. “Perce?” Something was clearly wrong, but Percy seemed to be at a loss for words for a change. Concerned, Oliver got up and sat down beside Percy on the bed. “You all right?”

Percy nodded but when he tried to reply, a squeak came out instead of words.

“What’s wrong?” He touched Percy’s warm, red cheek with an incredible gentleness. “Please tell,” he whispered. “I won’t make fun, I promise. Just tell me.”

And even though he requested it, Oliver hadn’t really expected Percy to do it. Percy closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “While I was waiting to get into the room, I may have been in the Prefect’s bathroom… polishing my Head Boy badge.”

Oliver nodded. “Okay…” He couldn’t see where this was going, but he also couldn’t deny the pleasure of the image of Percy in that grand bathroom, slipping naked into the water with his hand on his cock, that had popped into Oliver’s mind.

“And I may have been thinking of you polishing your broomstick while I was doing it.”

Oliver smiled. “Oh.”

Mortified, Percy opened one eye, hoping to see some sign of forgiveness from his dorm mate.

Suddenly, Oliver could see several moves ahead, just like he did in Quidditch. He moved in close, taking Percy in his arms, kissing, throwing him back, and then mounting him like a broomstick.

Percy gave in immediately, kissing back, moaning excitedly as his robes were pulled up. But then he grabbed Oliver’s forearm, stopping him. “Wait. We left the polishing cloths on your bed.”

Oliver’s smile turned into a grin.

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Re: Harry Potter, Percy/Oliver Wood, polishing cloths - [info]omorka-fics.dreamwidth.org, 2010-01-10 05:51 am UTC
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Lord of the Rings, Haldir/Aragorn, you smiled when I took hold
[info]katekintail
2010-01-10 02:48 am UTC (link)
I know that you would insist otherwise, but I swear you were terrified the first time we made love. For me, that first time contained more reassurances than physical contact. First, I had to impress upon you that the guard station was far enough away there on the outskirts of Lothlórien that we would not be overheard. Then I had to convince you none of the other guards or elves would come our way, though of course I could not have been entirely certain on that point. Then I had to explain that our session would in no way bring harm to or risk the safety of the others. We would be quiet, private, and safe. And once you trusted this, you let me undress you.

We shed our clothes in a passion, though I had to reassure you that I would be the one to retrieve any clothing we might accidentally knock over the side of the watch station platform. I had absolutely no intention of doing so, but the small untruth gave me access to parts of you I had dreamed about ever since you strode into our domain as a young man. I had been forced to wait until you were ready, until you understood the ways of adults, and the ways of elves and men. And even then I had to assure you our two species were compatible on this level.

And I must say that it was almost as if you had been waiting all that time for that information. Every moment you got, you pulled me behind a tree and kissed me as though you were claiming me, when we both knew it was really the other way around. You wanted so much to give up your lineage and exist as an elf. You claimed you could hear the trees speak. You claimed you would live forever with me. You claimed to know my heart.

And, yet, when it came to it, I was still put in the role of one who must convince. You were worried about pain, and I promised it would hurt. Your eyes had been so white with surprise then that I might have laughed. Then I promised that the pleasure you would feel would be infinitely stronger than the pain. And it was, was it not?

I laid my hand on your bare shoulder, and you smiled when I took hold. You squeezed me back, though you could not take your eyes off my body. You were the beautiful one, though. I am surrounded by elves here, and you showed me things I had not heard in all my years.

The sound you made, when I finally had you down on your hands and knees and finally slipped inside you all the way, will remain in my memory forever. And, too, the way your cock grew so long and hard in my hand when I reached beneath for it. It was unbelievably soft yet so full and thick, as though made for my long fingers. I stroked, and you made that sound again, that deep moan of desire, of need.

I should have taken my time; I was old enough and wise enough to know to go slowly and carefully. But you begged me to go fast and I complied without any hesitation. Your body seemed to move with me, taking cues from me without my overt instruction. When I thrust forward, you rocked back. When I pulled back, you thrust into my fist. My movements were smooth but prominent, and you were rough, new and needy. Yet there was something like perfection there between us, and I could not have dreamed it would feel so good.

It wasn’t long before your breath hitched and your thighs trembled. “I feel I am… going to…” you began, between breaths. “Haldir, please. I cannot…”

“You can,” I said. “You will. And so will I,” I gave you the reassurance you needed.

I increased my pace almost impossibly. Then you spoke more quickly, urgently, “Yes! I… cannot hold on… any longer. Here it… here it is!”

So hard, so messy, so long, as if you had been saving up all your life for that moment. Not pearls, but ribbons and streams, rough yet beautiful. I lasted far longer than you, to be sure. When I finally pulled out of you, however, you curled against my lengthy body. And when I asked if you were all right, you told me you wanted more already without a hint of fear in your voice.

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Re: Lord of the Rings, Haldir/Aragorn, you smiled when I took hold - [info]scarletseraph, 2010-01-10 04:07 am UTC
Re: Lord of the Rings, Haldir/Aragorn, you smiled when I took hold - [info]katekintail, 2010-01-14 04:31 am UTC
Re: Lord of the Rings, Haldir/Aragorn, you smiled when I took hold - [info]zoi_no_miko, 2010-01-11 02:43 am UTC
Re: Lord of the Rings, Haldir/Aragorn, you smiled when I took hold - [info]katekintail, 2010-01-14 04:32 am UTC
Final Fantasy VII, Angeal/Cloud, age difference 1/2
[info]mystiri_1
2010-01-10 05:13 am UTC (link)
Angeal found it odd and a little sad that sometimes Cloud seemed older than Zack. It wasn't any one thing he could point to; perhaps the fact that it was Cloud who'd restrain some of Zack's wilder schemes, the way he was far more serious about Zack's training than Zack was. Angeal was used to his student turning up for a sparring session rushed and out of breath, with an apologetic look and a ducked head that said he knew he deserved the lecture he was about to receive. But if he turned up on time, and looking like maybe he'd already had a lecture or two, Angeal knew that he'd been with Cloud.

After awhile, he realised it was something else. Zack was irredeemably positive; he saw the best in everything and everyone, and being shown otherwise didn't discourage him. He'd be disappointed, but still optimistic overall. But Cloud was different. While Zack brought out the playful side in the younger boy, the part that would let itself be dragged into pranks and hi-jinks, Angeal could sometimes see something darker in his eyes, something wary and watchful. Although he might be two years Zack's junior, Cloud already knew that the world was not a kind or happy place, and probably had a better idea of just what kind of company ShinRa was than Zack did, for all that Zack was rising through the ranks of SOLDIER.

It wasn't just that Cloud was good for Zack, Angeal decided, but Zack was good for Cloud, too. Zack teased and cajoled and coaxed him into jokes and laughter. When he was around Zack, Cloud acted more like the teenager that he was. So Angeal encouraged the friendship as much as possible, and relied on the fact that while Zack might now have a partner in crime, Cloud wouldn't let him get into too much trouble.

Perhaps that was why he was completely unprepared for it when Cloud set out to seduce him. He'd had a determined look in his eye when they began, and something that suggested he was just waiting for rejection, and that had been Angeal's undoing. When Angeal tried to voice an objection, Cloud flinched, and all he'd wanted to do was soothe that hurt look away.

He'd ended up doing far more than that.

It was only afterwards that Angeal started putting things together. He'd been more than a little guilt-stricken for bedding someone so young – his student's best friend, at that – but Cloud had been happy, a little relieved. Angeal had received a shy smile rather than recriminations, a brief but affectionate touch, and something that might have been the beginning of confidence in Cloud's eyes.

Cloud knew how close Zack and Angeal were: far closer than the usual mentor-student relationship, if not what gossip sometimes made of them. He had probably heard things about Angeal from Zack, because Angeal knew full well that Zack talked endlessly about the people he liked, and what he liked about them. But just as Angeal had pegged Cloud as Zack's best friend, Cloud had picked Angeal as being the other person most important to Zack, and had sought to assure himself of a place in their relationship. It made Angeal feel positively murderous to think of who might have taught Cloud to think of sex as currency, because he had no doubt that that was precisely what it was. Cloud was too young to be thinking that way.

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Final Fantasy VII, Angeal/Cloud, age difference 2/2 - [info]mystiri_1, 2010-01-10 05:14 am UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII, Angeal/Cloud, age difference 2/2 - [info]aikonamika, 2010-01-10 03:08 pm UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII, Angeal/Cloud, age difference 2/2 - [info]mystiri_1, 2010-01-11 01:12 am UTC
Re: Final Fantasy VII, Angeal/Cloud, age difference 2/2 - [info]valentineninja, 2010-01-19 12:37 am UTC
Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Basch, Bubble Bath
[info]vegakapera
2010-01-10 05:38 am UTC (link)
It became a silly fic (I just destroyed Landis in another story, I needed it)... But here you go.


"You cannot be serious." He stared at the bottle in Basch's hand with wide eyes.

"I am." Basch did not move an inch, he simply stood there and looked at the pirate with seemingly endless calm.

"I will not walk around in the Pirate Capitol of Ivalice and smell of pomegranate." Balthier continued to undo his shirt while he frowned at Basch.

"You will not be permitted near the group until the stench is gone. It was Fran who gave me this." Basch raised the bottle.

Balthier threw the soiled shirt on the floor and kicked it into the corner in an uncharacteristic display of annoyance.

"The stench is not my fault." The pirate turned around to face the wall as he removed his leathers.

"Of course not." Basch rolled his eyes, both at the statement and at the realization that Balthier did not wear anything under his leathers. "Get in."

"It's Vaan's fault."

"Isn't it always?"

"Stop mocking me." Balthier folded his leathers carefully, examining them to see if they could be saved before he put them aside. "Had Vaan not dived into that group of Marloboro we would not have been in this situation at all."

"Get in."

Balthier did not break eye contact as he stepped into the ridiculously large bath, Basch could not help but smile when he uncorked the bottle and Balthier glared at him.

Basch could not remember the last time he'd had this much fun in a bathhouse.

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Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Basch, Bubble Bath.
[info]vegakapera
2010-01-10 07:02 am UTC (link)
Elegant fingers massaged his scalp, drawing a sigh from his lips and causing him to lean into the simple touch.

"You must be tired if you allow me to do this." Balthier's breath was warm against his ear and his lips soft as he planted a kiss behind it. "Not that I mind, fussing over you holds a certain appeal. Now lean back."

He obeyed and let Balthier guide him back towards his own lean frame, Basch's head fell back to rest against a comfortable shoulder. The mark they had gone after had taken almost two hours to bring down and even though he did not like to admit it, those two hours of wielding a greatsword had worn him out.

It was not often he saw this side of Balthier, this caring side that made him feel needed and wanted, perhaps even loved, if only for a moment. It was rather pleasant to let the pirate's hands work on the knots in his muscles and he felt himself relax. He had objected at first, but when Balthier had insisted he'd eventually given in. He didn't regret it. The scent coming from the bubbles was caressing his mind and making tension leave his body.

"That's it. Relax, Captain." Balthier's mouth wandered to Basch's wet neck, massaging it with his lips and tongue while his hands worked on Basch's shoulders.

Those elegant hands soon strayed from his shoulders and Basch moaned as his nipples were coaxed into hardness, not to mention another part of his anatomy that responded in the same way.

"I never would have guessed you were so sensitive, Basch." Balthier pulled Basch into an embrace, his toned chest providing reliable support for Basch as he melted against the pirate.

Hands traveled across his chest, tracing scars and outlines of muscles and he moaned impatiently. Basch's own hand found it's way into damp hair, gently begging the pirate for a kiss. His request was granted immediately and Basch enjoyed the warmth, the wetness, the gentleness of it all. It was different from most of the kisses they shared, when they shared any it was mainly in moments of uncontrolled passion and it was the kind that often ended with teeth drawing blood from abused lips.

When long fingers brushed against his eager arousal he begged. He could sense the surprise in Balthier's movements, it was not often that Basch begged and for him to do so mere minutes into the first act was unheard of.

Balthier responded with a moan and took the already throbbing flesh in his hands, grateful for the hint of oil in the water as Basch's need was slick in his hand. The bubbles were almost gone now anyhow.

It didn't take long before Basch moaned his lover's name and the small needy whimpers and sighs became a low grunt as Basch reached his completion.

"Thank you." He mumbled when the world had stopped spinning, he was too exhausted to do anything but kiss the pirate lazily. "I'm sorry..."

"Don't be, tonight was about you. I know I tend to steal these little private shows of ours, so you deserved it." Balthier laughed softly and kissed his cheek. "Go to sleep now, I'll wake you when the water becomes frigid."

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Re: Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Basch, Bubble Bath. - [info]zoi_no_miko, 2010-01-11 02:39 am UTC
Re: Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Basch, Bubble Bath. - (Anonymous), 2010-01-11 05:25 pm UTC
Re: Final Fantasy XII, Balthier/Basch, Bubble Bath. - [info]zoi_no_miko, 2010-01-11 05:33 pm UTC
Final Fantasy VII, anyone/anyone, desecrating Hojo's lab
[info]cephy
2010-01-11 01:48 am UTC (link)
(Not as porny as I'd planned, sorry...)

Cloud stopped just inside the door, his eyes going immediately to the far corner. The mako tubes were empty, long dead-- but for all that his memories of their time in Hojo’s clutches were mercifully fuzzy, the sight of those glass cages still made him shiver.

The entire mansion made his skin crawl, actually. From the moment he’d come through the doors, and especially while walking down that hidden staircase, he’d had to fight the urge to look over his shoulder, to walk with one hand resting on his sword. Ghosts and hints of memories, walking behind him, chasing at his heels.

He and Zack had spent nearly five years of their lives in this place, and some part of him remembered that.

Warm arms curled around him from behind, followed a second later by a sharp chin that came to rest comfortably on his shoulder. "Never thought we'd end up back here again," Zack said quietly in his ear.

Cloud sighed out a soundless breath and nodded. Zack hummed faintly, rocking them both from foot to foot as he tightened his grip in a quick squeeze. “We could just go?” he suggested.
Cloud shook his head. “No. We need to look around.” The clues to whatever had happened to Sephiroth were here, they had to be-- this was where it had all started, after all. All of Hojo’s books, his notes, they were still scattered around the floor from when Sephiroth himself had gone through them, before. Giving himself a stern mental shake, Cloud started for the back room and its rows of bookshelves, reluctantly letting Zack's warmth fall away from his back.

It was more than a little eerie, how similar it all was. How unchanged. The desk was a little dustier, perhaps, and several mice had apparently started scavenging some of the loose pages for nest materials, but otherwise-- the intervening years might as well not have happened, for all the evidence that showed.

Cloud found his eyes drifting back to the desk, lingering there for reasons he didn’t quite understand at first-- and the tiny mental Zack that lived in his head and made stupid comments like it’s just a Hell House, no problem and that Turk probably didn’t need his wallet, anyway said: you know, that's a very sturdy-looking desk. That voice was irresponsible, and usually got him into trouble, and was something he tried very hard to ignore most of the time.

... even if, on occasion, it was absolutely right.

Cloud swallowed hard, his damnable thoughts jumping on the distraction and suddenly becoming unwilling to think about anything else. Though-- that would certainly drive out the chill that just wouldn't leave him, that had lodged between his chest and his throat the moment they'd walked through Nibelheim's gates and had only grown worse since. And, really, there would be no better way to give a great big fuck you to Hojo--

He turned on his heel and Zack, who had been walking just a pace behind, stumbled at the sudden stop. He was standing very close, then, when Cloud looked up into his eyes, and something in his face made Zack's eyebrows go shooting up towards his hair. A second later, though, Zack’s own eyes skipped sideways to the desk, and Cloud could see the moment when the Zack in his head and the actual Zack finally got on the same page.

Zack grinned, wicked and slow and-- relieved, which Cloud thought was the best way to know that this was a good idea. Already breathing a little easier, Cloud took one step back and then another, and Zack followed as surely as if he'd been leashed, leaning forward to brace both hands on the desk when Cloud's hips finally bumped against it. And it wasn’t long after that that the startling sound of laughter echoed through the previously-silent hallways of the former laboratory.

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Re: Final Fantasy VII, anyone/anyone, desecrating Hojo's lab - [info]mapleflavored, 2010-01-12 03:56 pm UTC
Final Fantasy VII, Genesis/anyone, his voice
[info]aikonamika
2010-01-11 06:28 pm UTC (link)
As much as Angeal complained about Genesis' incessant tendency to quote poetry - and despite what everyone thought, it wasn't just Loveless that he quoted - he wouldn't give up the man's voice for anything. He loved hearing it, whether he was simply talking to him in an every day situation, or growling and screaming in battle, or moaning like a two-gil whore while split open on Angeal's cock. All of them were good noises, and really, the former two tended to lead to the latter anyway, one way or another. Whether Genesis tugged him into a supply closet for a "quickie" - and the janitors had quickly learned to stay away from moaning supply closets - or he pulled Genesis into the dubious privacy of a bush, the both of them covered in blood, gore and ash, they'd eventually end up fucking each other violently while their teeth clashed and their tongues made love to each other, and Genesis' voive rang out in husky groans and mumbles.

This was one of the slow times, though. One of the times where Angeal had spent time cooking up a rich dinner full of their favorites, and then they took turns feeding each other bites of apple pie and ice cream off of their bodies. Now Angeal's head fell back as Genesis took one last bit of ice cream and swallowed it down along with Angeal's cock, the contrasting sensation of the cold treat and the heat of Genesis' mouth startling his own voice from him. He didn't like it as much as Genesis' - it didn't have that effortlessly musical quality that could shape words as if they were magic - but Genesis seemed to love it, and that was good enough for him.

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"Genuine Need" Hellsing, Seras/Sir Integra, virgins
[info]badpenny
2010-01-12 02:52 am UTC (link)
Seras still can't bring herself to drink the blood. She knows she needs it, but...

Did it relieve you somewhat, police girl?

Seras blushes. Yes. Sir Integra's blood had relieved her. "The genuine article," Sir Integra had said, "one hundred percent virgin blood." And oh! She understands why Master craves it. Just the few drops she had...

"Still not drinking the blood, police girl?"

Seras startles and rises, bumping the table with her knees. Her bowl of medical blood sloshes but doesn't spill, and she's relieved. She's not certain she can bear the shame of staining the tablecloth. "S-sir Integra."

"Are you hoping for another taste?" Sir Integra stalks towards her.

"No, that's not it at all!"

"Don't lie to me. You're a vampire. Of course you want it." Sir Integra smirks. "Kneel, Seras."

She kneels. It feels so right, like one of Master's orders. She has to laugh at herself for that, because it is one of Master's orders. Alucard owns her, and Sir Integra owns Him. Therefore Sir Integra owns her.

Sir Integra steps closer and plants one foot between Seras's knees. "Look at me."

It's hard meeting Sir Integra's eyes. Seras trembles -- in want, in need, in so many things she can't identify -- and holds in a tiny whimper. Sir Integra doesn't remove her gloves, runs her thumb hard over Seras's lower lip, and that...that does make Seras whimper.

"Perhaps you'd like it from my wrist." Sir Integra slides up the bottom of her glove, and Seras's mouth waters.

She tugs the glove back in place. "Or perhaps from my thigh." She leans into Seras so her quad is firm between Seras's breasts. Seras can feel her pulse and the rush of her blood. It sings in her ears, makes her throb in need, makes her whimper.

"No." Sir Integra bends over her, forcing her thumb in Seras's mouth, and the scrape of the glove over her teeth -- so close, that blood is so close, but she can't bite without an order -- is enough to drive her mad.

Sir Integra's knuckle slides past her upper teeth. "You want my neck."

Seras shakes her head. Yes, and no. Sir Integra's neck...well, if anyone is going to bite her neck, it will be Master. She doesn't deserve it.

Sir Integra's smirk widens. "Ever the devoted servant, I see." She remains pressed against Seras and reaches over her to pick up one of the knives from the table.

Seras whimpers. She's salivating now, soaking Sir Integra's glove, and she's not sure what kind of noises she's making beyond helpless ones. Her pulse matches Sir Integra's, and it strums through her, settles low in her belly, and she's more than hungry. She's...horny, and she's panting, and she's hot everywhere. Burning.

"Please, Sir." Trying to form the words around Sir Integra's thumb makes the heat in her core spread, and whatever sounds she manages trail off in a moan. She finds her hands sliding between her legs and clenches them into fists on her thighs.

"Perhaps it's not just blood you want." Sir Integra slides her foot forward, and Seras can't help it. She rises up slightly, rolls her hips so she almost slides against Sir Integra's boot.

"Please, Sir." She can smell Sir Integra now, and her musk is as sweet as her blood.

"Hold still," Sir Integra orders, and Seras obeys. Sir Integra withdraws her thumb until the pad of it is firm on Seras's lower lip and makes a quick cut with the knife. Her blood wells up, sweet and intoxicating, and Seras trembles with the effort of holding still. She's soaking her panties, and Sir Integra's foot is so close. Her blood stains her glove, and the scent is heady and rich, and both hungers make it so hard to focus.

"Good, Seras. Hold still." Sir Integra's voice, usually so commanding, is husky, and Seras can feel Sir Integra's need strumming through her. Her Master's need is her need. Her Master's will is her will. She can hold because Sir Integra wishes it, even as her need builds and overflows.

"Come now." Sir Integra slides her thumb back in Seras's mouth. "And drink."

Seras is not sure which hits her first, the blood on her tongue or her orgasm. Both have her writhing, grateful for Sir Integra's presence, because for a moment she forgets herself and can only remember Sir Integra is her Master. Her Master, and at this moment, her entire world.

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Re: "Genuine Need" Hellsing, Seras/Sir Integra, virgins - [info]hamimi_fk, 2010-01-13 05:20 pm UTC
Re: "Genuine Need" Hellsing, Seras/Sir Integra, virgins - [info]badpenny, 2010-01-14 02:11 am UTC
"Beta" Hellsing, Walter/Alucard, get off me
[info]badpenny
2010-01-12 04:11 am UTC (link)
He can feel Alucard skulking in the shadows. No matter. He has nothing to hide from the vampire, and should the vampire feel like talking, he supposes they can exchange a few words, polite on his part, even.

"Not quite as spry as you used to be." Alucard's voice echoes around him.

Walter smiles faintly. "But still spry enough." He doesn't bother trying to locate Alucard. If the vampire wishes to reveal himself, he will.

"Yes, they were poor sport." The shadows directly in front of Walter swirl, and then Alucard is standing before him, as arrogant as always. "I had such high hopes."

"Pouting doesn't suit you, Alucard." It is, perhaps, a sign of weakness that he loosens a spill of wire, but Alucard is difficult to read, and, as the vampire says, he is not quite as spry as he used to be. An old man should be prepared for anything.

Alucard flashes him a quick, jagged grin. "Are you offering yourself as better sport?"

"Hardly," Walter says. He's already moving, but Alucard is nothing like those other vampires. He could have dealt with them without Seras's help, but the girl needed the combat experience.

Alucard's shadows swirl around him. Walter gets a loop of wire around Alucard, but the vampire has him pressed up against the wall.

The vampire wraps one hand around his wrist and the other around his throat. Walter flicks his fingers, tightens the wire, but doesn't let it break Alucard's skin. "Were you that disappointed?" he asks, his voice only somewhat strained from the pressure the vampire is putting on his throat.

"Only that I didn't get to see you in action," Alucard purrs, pressing his hips against Walter's.

"As obnoxious as ever, I see."

The vampire flashes that grin again and thrusts his hips. He's hard, but Walter can't claim the high ground on that front. The chance to use his skills again had been invigorating. He had been able to control himself around Sir Integra and the police girl, but in the privacy -- semi-privacy -- of his own room, he allowed his blood free reign.

And Alucard had always had this effect on him. The vampire's arrogance makes him arrogant; the vampire's desires became his desires. But that doesn't mean he has to give in to those desires.

He flicks his wrist, and the wire slices through...Alucard's shadows. Damn. Alucard swirls around him, laughing. "Too slow." His fingers tighten on Walter's throat.

"Get off me, Alucard."

"Or answer to my Master?" Alucard laughs.

"Our Master. We all serve Sir Int--" the increasing pressure of Alucard's fingers finally makes him cough.

"I'll take you apart first," Alucard growls, and how many hands does the vampire have? They're everywhere. On his throat, both wrists, his shoulders, his hips, his chest, and then finally at his belt.

Walter's eyes water. It's hard to breathe now, but Alucard won't -- can't -- kill him. He twitches his fingers. They're sluggish, so his wires are sluggish, but the vampire is distracted by his task. His hand is smooth, almost girlish, around Walter's cock, and cold. Walter shivers and thrusts up into Alucard's hand.

"She's my Master." Alucard bites at the juncture of Walter's shoulder and neck, not hard enough to draw blood -- he doesn't have permission to feed -- but hard enough to serve as a threat.

Walter doesn't have the breath to protest. He twitches his fingers again, feels one wire slice through Alucard's ankle, but the vampire regenerates almost instantly, and he squeezes Walter's cock, jerks him off harder.

And then the vampire's kissing him, and his tongue is as invasive as the hand making him come now, as overwhelming as the hand around his throat. Walter can barely feel his fingers now, but he's had decades of practice. The motions are automatic now, and he doesn't hold back. He comes and tears Alucard apart as the vampire laughs.

And then they're done. Alucard is at the other end of the room, smirking at him, as calm as composed as he can be. "Yes, you're still spry enough." He chuckles and raises his hand to his mouth. Walter can see his come glistening on the vampire's glove. Alucard licks it off, bows, then fades back into the shadows.

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Labyrinth, Jareth/Sarah, dreams
[info]shiegra
2010-01-13 01:42 am UTC (link)
She dreams fitfully.

It never happens right there, in the moment, deep in REM with her eyes flicking back and forth. It's always right on the cusp of sleep, before her alarm clock drills into her brain, as she rises up toward consciousness like ocean mist on a whale's breath.

Somewhere in between his hands catch her and he smiles down at her, teeth pale and sharp like bone. His pupils uneven and swallowing-dark, the smell of winter in his hair, at the base of his throat where she leans her head. Awake, Sarah wouldn't do this. But here between dreams, he is dark and enveloping, and his cloak spreads around them like wings, melting into the darkness. She likes the way it feels, spread out over her skin. Her hands smell like rosemary, and she holds on to him; her body shifting beneath him, twisting in the soft cotton sheets, her shirt riding up over her belly. He cups her thigh, long cold fingers hard against delicate skin, she only wears a nightshirt to bed--what a guy, she thinks fuzzily, and yet not, because a guy would have grabbed her ass by now--and she remembers the clock, the ornate 13, the way he grinned, sure of his victory.

His fingers are under the hem of her shirt, and warming fast.

"This isn't real," she whispers, and her breath curls from her mouth in steam, like it should be outlining the escaping words. He kisses the skin beneath her ear, brushing back her dark hair, and then her throat, lingering at her pulse. It makes her heart race, an ice-spike of fear.

He's smiling against her skin. "It's as real as you like, Sarah," he says, too softly, drawing out her name.

Definitely safer to not be real at all. He kisses her before she can say anything along those lines, and it's strange--exhilarating, frightening, and it feels real. His skin is warmed now, like he soaked up her heat, and he traces the line of her pelvis, slides his fingers down.

His mouth burns at her skin. He catches her lower lip between his sharp, sharp teeth and she gasps; her heart is drumming, and it is not fear. She rocks her hips into his hand.

"Sarah," he breathes against her skin, like a dry chill wind, and his fingers are warm and long inside her, and her hands are tangled in his hair, wrists against his throat. She thinks she can feel patterns beneath or against his skin, like the downy feathers of a bird.

"Please--" she hitches out, and her alarm clock blares into life, jolting her awake. She lurches upright; puts the back of her wrist to her tender, flushed mouth.

She lets the dream shred and pale, fading like morning mist and dewdrops under the burn of the sun.

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Final Fantasy III, Luneth/Arc, don't be so quiet
[info]kunenk
2010-01-13 02:23 pm UTC (link)
Luneth pressed a kiss against Arc's ear, and heard Arc gasp- just a short, brief intake that he probably wouldn't have heard if he hadn't been this close. He drew back a bit, thumb brushing over Arc's cheek. "Hey, it's okay to be a bit louder, you know," he said, smiling. "I'm not going to object if you want to call out my name or anything," and that had a bit of grin added to it.

"But what if- what if someone hears, or wants to come in?" Arc wrapped his arms around Luneth, pressed his face into the crook of Luneth's neck and breathed.

Luneth wrinkled his nose. "I don't know why they'd want to," he said, and stroked Arc's hair. "But you know, even if they did- I wouldn't let them get away with it." He sat back, letting Arc sit up, one hand touching Arc's arm. "'Cause this is just for us."

Arc went faintly red, but didn't object when Luneth pulled him closer, humming into a kiss.

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Re: Final Fantasy III, Luneth/Arc, don't be so quiet - [info]junkiecosmonaut, 2010-01-16 12:52 pm UTC
Loveless, Ritsuka/Seimei, don't let mom hear
[info]yomikoreadman
2010-01-13 09:12 pm UTC (link)
This was their special game. Seimei called it ‘Quiet Tickles’ and you could only play it with the door shut while mother was resting. Seimei would walk in, calm [evil] grin on his face, and quietly close the door to Ritsuka’s room before sitting on the bed. Then he would pull back the sheets [always slowly, always controlled] and tug at Ritsuka’s clothes until they came off. Seimei touched and tickled him until Ritsuka couldn’t help but cry out – only to have his mouth covered with a cold hand as Seimei whispered, “Don’t let mom hear.”

Ritsuka isn’t quiet anymore. It doesn’t matter how loud he moans or screams, how loud the echoes of Seimei’s thrusts are in the quiet house – their mother doesn’t hear anything anymore.

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Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Cloud, being restrained kink
[info]aikonamika
2010-01-14 02:54 am UTC (link)
It wasn’t about dominance, or submission, or anything like that. Sephiroth was the one that topped in their illicit relationship, and that wasn’t brought under question either – they both preferred it like that. Sephiroth was the one that dictated the terms that they met under, and what they did while they were together, and both of them preferred that too. Cloud had his preferences and wishes, and he’d voice them, but Sephiroth was the one that decided if they were going to be indulged then and there. Even when Cloud got particularly petulant about wanting to try something – be it a type of food, or a sort of sex play they hadn’t indulged in yet – Sephiroth would only allow it on his terms.

Sephiroth was the one who lay back against the bed and allowed Cloud to bind the reinforced cuffs around his wrists and ankles, watching the blond move with hesitant, unsure movements. But even without the use of his body to emphasize the orders, he held control over Cloud, guiding him to do what he wanted. It was by Sephiroth’s orders that Cloud tested the tension in the bonds until he couldn’t move. Not without snapping the chains at least, which was something even he would have to work at with these.

He strained against them mindlessly when Cloud straddled his waist and worked lubed fingers into himself, struggling with the angle to open his body up for Sephiroth’s cock, making soft, helpless sounds. The warning creak of chain caught him before he snapped it, and he fell back on the bed, eyes hungry, and refused to let Cloud mount him until he was sure the boy was ready. Then-

“Ride me, Cloud.” It was a husky voice, and the blond shifted back to lift himself above Sephiroth’s cock, pressing down with a keen of pleasure because as much time as he’d taken, he couldn’t go as deep as Sephiroth’s hands could, and he could feel himself being pushed open as he slid down.

He watched Cloud pant and whine once he’d settled all the way down, wanting to reach out and rest his hands on those slender hips, cage them in his grip, move him every which way. The chains jerked and reminded him of his position, and he groaned and tried to thrust up, lack of leverage frustrating that as well.

“Cloud…” It was a desperate moan, and an odd spark came to life in the blond’s eye. Without waiting for Sephiroth’s permission or direction, he lifted himself up and then dropped down again. A pleased little smile, and he started up a rhythm, watching Sephiroth twitch underneath of him. For once, he was in control of the encounter. Sephiroth was too distracted to say anything and stop him.

Gasping, Sephiroth gave into it, letting his lover dictate the encounter. Chains rang and rattled musically as he tugged against them, jerking with each thrust and squirm. Each noise reminded him to control himself, so though the metal of the cuffs groaned with each motion, they didn’t snap just yet.

Cloud shoved himself down hard as one hand slithered down his belly, grasping his cock and jerking it in sloppy motions. Sloppy, but just enough that he groaned and came, ropy lines of fluid splashing out across Sephiroth’s belly as he tightened and moaned. The writhing took its toll finally, and Sephiroth moaned out his orgasm into Cloud’s body. The blond collapsed onto his chest, panting.

“Sit up, Cloud.” Sephiroth’s voice was low once the both of them had recovered. “Untie me now.” As Cloud propped himself up and leaned forward to undo the handcuffs, he caressed the metal where it lay over the skin with a final, almost regretful air, and then undid the locks.

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Re: Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Cloud, being restrained kink - [info]zoi_no_miko, 2010-01-14 04:07 am UTC
Fairy tales (traditional), Sleeping Beauty/Wicked Queen, sixteen
[info]yomikoreadman
2010-01-14 03:56 am UTC (link)
WARNING: Non-consensual sexual situations.

That stupid, silly girl had tried to steal him. Smiling like some simpleton wench she had wooed him with her charms.

She knew her vengeance was close – fairies be damned – but perhaps too late. A girl was more a woman than a child at sixteen.

Best to even the odds now and steal something from her first. Something important.

So she called for the girl – who was still a child in so many ways, poor thing – and the shy creature came, confused, into her palace.

The queen soothed her with honey-sweetened tea and kind words until the girl was calm and trusting, then bade the young thing rest a while on her couch, lest she collapse exhausted in the woods on her way home. And as the girl drifted into serene slumber, the queen smiled.

She set aside the silver tea tray and gracefully strode to the drowsing girl. She lifted aside layers of coarse cotton and dyed cloth to reveal pale, perfect legs to the afternoon light. These she shifted gently, pulling them open to reveal the girl’s sex – pink and untouched, topped with the barest smattering of dark golden curls.

Without ceremony, she plunged her fingers into that virgin territory, ripping asunder the lowly flesh guarding her purity.

The girl woke with a scream, trying to pull away, but it did not stay the queen’s hand. Her fingers twisted inside the bloody warmth, exploring the place her son would one day pillage. The girl continued to cry, frightened and pained, until the queen was satisfied.

She released the girl and licked the blood from her fingers as the sobbing girl ran from the room.

Such was the price of womanhood.

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Re: Fairy tales (traditional), Sleeping Beauty/Wicked Queen, sixteen - [info]hamimi_fk, 2010-01-20 10:57 pm UTC

[info]shiegra
2010-01-14 04:48 am UTC (link)
Feathers rise around her as she rolls them in the mess of aged finery, tattered velvet and thick goose down, straddling him with her dark hair sticking damply to her breasts, his hands settling at her waist. "I win," she says out of the blue--it wasn't a contest or a game, but it seems the thing to say, grinning down at him proud as a child with a new toy.

His eyes gleam up at her, mismatched pupils wide open, dark and liquid. His smile is quick, knife-flash thin and sinful. "No," he says, but it's rote contradiction; his fingers trail up her sides, tracing over the laddered arch of her ribs, up the sleek flesh to the weight of her breast.

She slides her hands up his skin, sweat-slick and pale, bends to kiss his mouth and shudders and cries out with ragged incoherence when it shifts him in her. Oh, she thinks, and then her nails dig into his chest and she moves against him with a slow, languid rhythm.

"Yessss," she says, panting, half-laughing and writhing into his touch. "Umm. Definitely. Not debatable. Who's on top, again?" She teases breathlessly, watching his eyes go lazily slitted under her touch like a stroked cat.

He reaches up with his free hand, curls his fingers through her hair. Yanks her down so that her forehead is pressed to his as her mouth falls open in a low, panting cry. Held there he kisses her, softly vicious, his sharp teeth biting not-quite-gently into her lower lip. Her eyelashes flutter and she shudders against him--then clenches, hot and slick, around him. He hisses and his head arches back into the pillows, fingers biting into her skin, knotting in her hair.

"Oh," she mumbles against his skin, "I really think I win."

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Labyrinth, Jareth/Sarah, games - [info]shiegra, 2010-01-14 05:42 am UTC

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