[Fic-shaped Things] Celebratory Drabbles
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windandwaterI'm going to post all the drabbles I owe people here, so they can be found easily and so that people don't have to wade through all the comments on my post. XD I'll post the fics twice, since responding to a comment is my way of making sure they person actually SEES my hardwork and effort. Basically, I'm posting HERE because I'm a h0r and I want reviews.
Urrr... the fic-shaped things aren't beta-read at all, so please mind the typos and such. Labels as needed. Updated as I finish writing. ^___^
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Title: [GW] Spicy
For:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
merith
Warnings: 2+1, crossdressing, panties, bad telenovellas
It starts out simple enough.
It's Duo, laying on the couch with the remote in hand, idly flipping through the channels and trying to find something to watch. Over a thousand goddamned channels and there isn't anything good. He almost swears with frustration before stopping on some sort of Mexican soap opera. He doesn't understand a word of it, but there's a guy dressed as a giant bee and Duo thinks his imagination is enough to keep him amused for at LEAST half an hour.
So he lays there, rubbing his stocking feet together and giving his boxers a tug where they ride up, and he KNOWS that Bee Guy isn't really offering to give the Suit Guy a blowjob but Duo can just claim mistranslation.
And then Heero enters the room.
Heero, wearing a scandalously short skirt with so little material that Duo thinks they'd give his socks a run for their money. Or maybe just one sock, Duo thinks, tilting his head to see if he can catch a glimpse up Heero's skirt. Heero, of course, solves that problem by lifting on foot and bracing it on the edge of the coffee table, giving Duo a view that he knows he'll burn in hell for as the Japanese man rolls a pair of sheer stockings up his leg. A twist and a clip and they're attached to his garters, which Duo didn't notice at first because, well, his eyes were elsewhere -- like wondering if the panties Heero is wearing are silk or satin or if they have lace.
Heero shifts to get the other stocking on and Duo shamelessly watches the show -- Heero's show, not the Bee Guy on of the vidscreen -- and Heero gives Duo a heated glance from beneath dark chocolate bangs, a corner of his glossed lips twitching up in a sulty smirk.
"Like what you see?"
Duo just nods, because he really doesn't have any braincells working right at the moment. Synapses are firing but there's no connection, and really, Duo should stop thinking with his second head but he doesn't really feel like it. And then Heero straddles Duo's prone form and Duo's hands slide up of their own accord, and whatever intelligence is left in his mind says: "Ooh... silk... no lace."
Heero leans down, his lips brushing over Duo's and Duo can almost taste the cherry of the gloss and Heero breathes out:
"MADRE DE DIOS!!!"
Startled, Duo jerks and falls off the couch, glaring balefully at the vidscreen and the Bee Guy. He also makes note to figure out where the Bee Guy lives and firebomb his house or something. With a quick rub of his eyes and a slight adjustment of his boxers, Duo makes his way to the bathroom to deal with his problem.
... he's never going to eat buffalo wings before sleeping again ever.
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Title: [Naruto] Gravity
For:cerulean_burn
Warnings: NaruSasu, rough angry!sex, violence, blood
They fuck.
They can't really call it anything else, because it's brutal and hard and they both fight each other with everything they have. It always starts out with a real fight -- not like the spars that Kakashi-sensei used to have them go through -- a fight with kunai and shurinken and Sasuke's fire jutsus and Naruto's kage bushins. Sometimes the fight starts because Sasuke is often sent to Fire Country -- specifically Konoha -- to gather information because he's the most knowledgable about the area and the defense. No matter that Kabuto is more qualified and better suited for spying. Sasuke knows that these "missions" are a test. A test to see where his loyalty lies. And when he goes, he can't help but wonder and look and see just what Naruto is doing; is he getting stronger? Is that possible? And Sasuke can feel the blood in his veins boil at the thought of that blond idiot outstripping him yet again.
Mostly though, the fights start because Naruto is more tenacious than any nin-dog, tracking Sasuke through forests and other countries like a bloodhound on the trail. And then there's the confrontation, where Naruto pleads with Sasuke -- pleads with his fists and feet and the Rasengan -- to come back home. And Sasuke always replies back arrogantly and angrily -- with kunai and kicks and his Chidori -- that he has no home until Itachi is dead. And so the two boys beat each other bloody, ripping up endless stretches of forest and landscape in their efforts to outdo the other.
And at the end, when they both collapse, it is always Naruto who crawls, inch by painful inch, to where Sasuke lies. And it's only then, when both of then are hurting and exhausted, unable to fight with their bodies or chakra, that they come together. Lips and teeth and bloody hands grapple and stroke, moving over each other in a dance they both know so well. And, when Sasuke's ripped and stained clothes are pushed to lay against Naruto's, he doesn't feel outstripped or overshadowed. Because he's the one making Naruto moan, he's the one hissing at the blond to go faster, go deeper, fuck you, dead last, if you can't do it right I'll do it myself.
And Sasuke looks down into blue eyes covered in a haze of pain and pleasure and something that looks like happiness, and he knows the same look is in his own black eyes. And Sasuke pounds faster, filling himself with Naruto and allowing himself to finally feel. And Naruto's grip is tight on his hips and he's bucking so hard, Sasuke thinks he might be thrown off and tightens his thighs and then they're both coming, screaming into each others' mouths and not caring if the Leaf and the Sound were to find them tangled together.
They pant and wheeze and shudder together on what's left of the grass. Sasuke dares to lay his head against Naruto's chest, listening to the rapid heartbeat beneath his ear. Naruto dares to tangle one hand in Sasuke's ebony hair and pet gently. And there's only a brief moment between heartbeats when they both recover, where their lips press together in something that isn't anger or lust or violence or the promise of death. And then they roll apart -- a groan from both as Sasuke pulls off and Naruto slips out and Sasuke can feel the familiar wetness down his thigh and he knows Naruto is watching -- pull on their tattered clothes and stare at each other.
And they part, because they know this will happen again.
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Title: [Sukisho] Detention
For:iniq
Warnings: Minato/Nanami, spanking, sorta NC-ish but not really since Nanami likes it
No one crosses Minato-sensei with impunity.
Nanami wonders, sometimes, how deep Shinichirou's "undercover" personality goes. Nanami knows that Shinichirou will do anything and everything he can to protect him and Sora, even if it means to put on a mask so thoroughly that he's practically another person. A simple pair of glasses, a suit and tie and the tasteful use of hair gel shouldn't really change a person's personality. But Nanami knows, on some molecular level, that Minato-sensei is not the same person as his Shinichirou.
No, definitely not the same Shinichirou who laughs and jokes at home. Not the Shinichirou who is as wild and free as they come, tethered only by Nanami's love and Sora's affection.And most certainly not the Shinichirou who makes silly promises in the middle of the night in their bed, kissing Nanami breathless.
Minato-sensei is someone different entirely, no matter how much Shinichirou denies it and claims it all to be an elaborate hoax. Minato-sensei is discipline and rules and a current of something else that flickers behind the lenses of his glasses. Minato-sensei is a harshly swung pointer that slaps against Nanami's backside repeatedly, making the smaller man cry out softly, shushing himself as best he can with teeth biting his bottom lip.
"Nanami... I saw that you were being very friendly to those seniors earlier today."
A swoosh of air, a stinging smack, and Nanami's breath hitching in his lungs.
Minato-sensei leans closer, his free hand pushing Nanami's pants down farther and a knee forcing the brunette's legs farther apart. "You know that friendly relations are discouraged during class hours, because it disrupts the curriculum. Even the school nurse must follow these rules."
Nanami presses his face against the wood of the desk, and sucks in a sharp breath as he feels slick fingers trail over the welts on his ass and then farther between his cheeks. All he can do is whimper softly and submit.
"... Sh-Shinichirou..."
A sharp thrust and Nanami is seeing stars, feeling tight and full and struggling to breathe.
"What was that, Nanami?"
"Minato-sensei!" Nanami cries out, his bound hands straining against the cuffs as he struggles to touch, to move, to get more. He can feel the smile on Minato-sensei's lips before the nape of his neck is kissed and the thrusts start in earnest.
And Nanami knows that Minato-sensei is pleased.
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Urrr... the fic-shaped things aren't beta-read at all, so please mind the typos and such. Labels as needed. Updated as I finish writing. ^___^
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Title: [GW] Spicy
For:
merithWarnings: 2+1, crossdressing, panties, bad telenovellas
It starts out simple enough.
It's Duo, laying on the couch with the remote in hand, idly flipping through the channels and trying to find something to watch. Over a thousand goddamned channels and there isn't anything good. He almost swears with frustration before stopping on some sort of Mexican soap opera. He doesn't understand a word of it, but there's a guy dressed as a giant bee and Duo thinks his imagination is enough to keep him amused for at LEAST half an hour.
So he lays there, rubbing his stocking feet together and giving his boxers a tug where they ride up, and he KNOWS that Bee Guy isn't really offering to give the Suit Guy a blowjob but Duo can just claim mistranslation.
And then Heero enters the room.
Heero, wearing a scandalously short skirt with so little material that Duo thinks they'd give his socks a run for their money. Or maybe just one sock, Duo thinks, tilting his head to see if he can catch a glimpse up Heero's skirt. Heero, of course, solves that problem by lifting on foot and bracing it on the edge of the coffee table, giving Duo a view that he knows he'll burn in hell for as the Japanese man rolls a pair of sheer stockings up his leg. A twist and a clip and they're attached to his garters, which Duo didn't notice at first because, well, his eyes were elsewhere -- like wondering if the panties Heero is wearing are silk or satin or if they have lace.
Heero shifts to get the other stocking on and Duo shamelessly watches the show -- Heero's show, not the Bee Guy on of the vidscreen -- and Heero gives Duo a heated glance from beneath dark chocolate bangs, a corner of his glossed lips twitching up in a sulty smirk.
"Like what you see?"
Duo just nods, because he really doesn't have any braincells working right at the moment. Synapses are firing but there's no connection, and really, Duo should stop thinking with his second head but he doesn't really feel like it. And then Heero straddles Duo's prone form and Duo's hands slide up of their own accord, and whatever intelligence is left in his mind says: "Ooh... silk... no lace."
Heero leans down, his lips brushing over Duo's and Duo can almost taste the cherry of the gloss and Heero breathes out:
"MADRE DE DIOS!!!"
Startled, Duo jerks and falls off the couch, glaring balefully at the vidscreen and the Bee Guy. He also makes note to figure out where the Bee Guy lives and firebomb his house or something. With a quick rub of his eyes and a slight adjustment of his boxers, Duo makes his way to the bathroom to deal with his problem.
... he's never going to eat buffalo wings before sleeping again ever.
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Title: [Naruto] Gravity
For:
cerulean_burnWarnings: NaruSasu, rough angry!sex, violence, blood
They fuck.
They can't really call it anything else, because it's brutal and hard and they both fight each other with everything they have. It always starts out with a real fight -- not like the spars that Kakashi-sensei used to have them go through -- a fight with kunai and shurinken and Sasuke's fire jutsus and Naruto's kage bushins. Sometimes the fight starts because Sasuke is often sent to Fire Country -- specifically Konoha -- to gather information because he's the most knowledgable about the area and the defense. No matter that Kabuto is more qualified and better suited for spying. Sasuke knows that these "missions" are a test. A test to see where his loyalty lies. And when he goes, he can't help but wonder and look and see just what Naruto is doing; is he getting stronger? Is that possible? And Sasuke can feel the blood in his veins boil at the thought of that blond idiot outstripping him yet again.
Mostly though, the fights start because Naruto is more tenacious than any nin-dog, tracking Sasuke through forests and other countries like a bloodhound on the trail. And then there's the confrontation, where Naruto pleads with Sasuke -- pleads with his fists and feet and the Rasengan -- to come back home. And Sasuke always replies back arrogantly and angrily -- with kunai and kicks and his Chidori -- that he has no home until Itachi is dead. And so the two boys beat each other bloody, ripping up endless stretches of forest and landscape in their efforts to outdo the other.
And at the end, when they both collapse, it is always Naruto who crawls, inch by painful inch, to where Sasuke lies. And it's only then, when both of then are hurting and exhausted, unable to fight with their bodies or chakra, that they come together. Lips and teeth and bloody hands grapple and stroke, moving over each other in a dance they both know so well. And, when Sasuke's ripped and stained clothes are pushed to lay against Naruto's, he doesn't feel outstripped or overshadowed. Because he's the one making Naruto moan, he's the one hissing at the blond to go faster, go deeper, fuck you, dead last, if you can't do it right I'll do it myself.
And Sasuke looks down into blue eyes covered in a haze of pain and pleasure and something that looks like happiness, and he knows the same look is in his own black eyes. And Sasuke pounds faster, filling himself with Naruto and allowing himself to finally feel. And Naruto's grip is tight on his hips and he's bucking so hard, Sasuke thinks he might be thrown off and tightens his thighs and then they're both coming, screaming into each others' mouths and not caring if the Leaf and the Sound were to find them tangled together.
They pant and wheeze and shudder together on what's left of the grass. Sasuke dares to lay his head against Naruto's chest, listening to the rapid heartbeat beneath his ear. Naruto dares to tangle one hand in Sasuke's ebony hair and pet gently. And there's only a brief moment between heartbeats when they both recover, where their lips press together in something that isn't anger or lust or violence or the promise of death. And then they roll apart -- a groan from both as Sasuke pulls off and Naruto slips out and Sasuke can feel the familiar wetness down his thigh and he knows Naruto is watching -- pull on their tattered clothes and stare at each other.
And they part, because they know this will happen again.
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Title: [Sukisho] Detention
For:
iniqWarnings: Minato/Nanami, spanking, sorta NC-ish but not really since Nanami likes it
No one crosses Minato-sensei with impunity.
Nanami wonders, sometimes, how deep Shinichirou's "undercover" personality goes. Nanami knows that Shinichirou will do anything and everything he can to protect him and Sora, even if it means to put on a mask so thoroughly that he's practically another person. A simple pair of glasses, a suit and tie and the tasteful use of hair gel shouldn't really change a person's personality. But Nanami knows, on some molecular level, that Minato-sensei is not the same person as his Shinichirou.
No, definitely not the same Shinichirou who laughs and jokes at home. Not the Shinichirou who is as wild and free as they come, tethered only by Nanami's love and Sora's affection.And most certainly not the Shinichirou who makes silly promises in the middle of the night in their bed, kissing Nanami breathless.
Minato-sensei is someone different entirely, no matter how much Shinichirou denies it and claims it all to be an elaborate hoax. Minato-sensei is discipline and rules and a current of something else that flickers behind the lenses of his glasses. Minato-sensei is a harshly swung pointer that slaps against Nanami's backside repeatedly, making the smaller man cry out softly, shushing himself as best he can with teeth biting his bottom lip.
"Nanami... I saw that you were being very friendly to those seniors earlier today."
A swoosh of air, a stinging smack, and Nanami's breath hitching in his lungs.
Minato-sensei leans closer, his free hand pushing Nanami's pants down farther and a knee forcing the brunette's legs farther apart. "You know that friendly relations are discouraged during class hours, because it disrupts the curriculum. Even the school nurse must follow these rules."
Nanami presses his face against the wood of the desk, and sucks in a sharp breath as he feels slick fingers trail over the welts on his ass and then farther between his cheeks. All he can do is whimper softly and submit.
"... Sh-Shinichirou..."
A sharp thrust and Nanami is seeing stars, feeling tight and full and struggling to breathe.
"What was that, Nanami?"
"Minato-sensei!" Nanami cries out, his bound hands straining against the cuffs as he struggles to touch, to move, to get more. He can feel the smile on Minato-sensei's lips before the nape of his neck is kissed and the thrusts start in earnest.
And Nanami knows that Minato-sensei is pleased.
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