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Kink Ficlets and Drabbles So Far!
A collection of the kink ficlets and drabbles I've done so far! Feel free to request one here
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damned
They both sat on the edge of the bed, their hands barely touching. Both looked at their laps, flushing just slightly. Alfons cleared his throat. Miku wet her lips. Their hands crept closer and closer, until Afons's covered Miku's.
"Ah..." Alfons began, but fell silent. Miku cleared her throat then, fingers turning and curling to take Alfons' hand in her own. She wet her lips again and turned her head, leaning forward quickly to press a sudden, quick kiss to Alfons' blushing cheek.
Due South
"You know, Frase, when you said 'trust game', this isn't exactly what I had in mind...."
"Just calm down, Ray. I offered to let you do it to me but you weren't comfortable. Now hold still."
Ray bit at his lower lip, trying to remain completely still. He'd never really thought Fraser had any kinks - or if he did, Ray always figured they'd involve doing it in a tree or a cave or something. Because that was weird and nature-y, and Fraser was all about weird and nature-y. Now here he was, laying on their bed, the flat of Fraser's hunting knife sliding against his sternum. He knew Fraser was in complete control - more control then he would have. He knew there was no danger from the cold steel that moved along his skin. But there was something about being completely at Fraser's mercy that gave him an extra little boost.
Because it was Fraser. Fraser who was always so mild and calm...
Farscape
There was something so delicious about power. Power in bed. Chiana loved it. She loved knowing she could control her partner with a word or a look or a suggestive gesture. Now that was power! She didn't even have to be on top. Oh no, it wasn't about that.
But that didn't mean being on top wasn't fun! Especially when it involved a particularly kinky male sebacean and a frelling fantastic vibrating device that pleasured them both at the same time. And the whip had only made it juicier.
So what if he wanted to call her 'daddy'?
Final Fantasy VII
Cigarette smoke mingled with the scent of gun oil. The long, elegant barrel of a rifle slid along Cid's stubbled jaw. It was a game of trust and of pleasure. Smoke curled around the sleek barrel, exhaled slowly, white against black, vice against sin....
Fullmetal Alchemist
Al knew nothing of the physical bodies of teenage boys. He didn't understand physical attraction, because he had no body to be attracted with. He didn't know what it felt like to be aroused, or to feel his body ache with hormonal want. But he did know that watching Marta eat, watching her lips close around the tip of the long fruit, made something feel tingly in his metallic shell.
Metal scraped against metal, chains sliding against Ed's automail limbs as he struggled. He twisted, writhed, his eyes shielded with a blindfold. Hands crept along his thighs, warm breath dampened the skin of his throat, sinful, phantom sensations he couldn't escape from....
Halfblood Chronicles
For once, there was no escape. No way to avoid her. Valyn had been caught off guard, hardly expecting Shana to come into his suite long after the evening hours were over. He had been ready for bed, curled up in a chair in his nightshirt when she came, not bothering to knock.
He hadn't seen her in days. She had been like a hermit, keeping herself to herself, and it had been easy to stay away from her. Valyn always preferred the easy route.
He had prepared for an argument. But she hadn't given the chance. She didn't say much of anything to him - a small greeting, nothing more. But her eyes had said everything in their place. Hungry, wanting, longing. Valyn knew that look. Countless concubines had directed it towards him, sighing for him. But they had been concubines. Shana was (most likely) his sister!
If she had spoken, he could have protested. He understood words - pretty words that ultimately meant nothing. But she hadn't said a thing. She had crossed the room with quick, determined strides, holding him with her gaze like a hunter held its prey. Whatever stuttering objection that formed died on his lips the moment she touched him.
Shana's hands on his shoulders. Shana's eyes directly before his, burning with a determination that worried him. And then Shana's lips, against his, an awkward and clumsy kiss that held him in place with shock and horror. Her hands moved, clasping together at the back of his neck, holding him into the kiss. She pressed herself against him and he felt the whole of her body, lithe and muscular and so unlike the few other women he'd taken to his bed.
"Shana, we can't..." he tried, turning his head to break the kiss.
"Why not?" she demanded, and Valyn internally winced. What could he tell her? Would anything he said truly put her off? She was angry enough over how he ignored her and changed the subject whenever she attempted to broach it. And her temper was... well, it was a match for their father's.
"Because..." he tried, stalling. Her hands were still on the back of his neck. They were rough and calloused.
"Because I'm just a halfblood?" Shana snapped. "Is that it? Keep pets, but don't sleep with them?"
"Ancestors, no!" Valyn blanched, color draining from his face. Did she truly think that was why he was avoiding her?
"Then what?"
He knew, then and there, he couldn't say anything that wouldn't upset or offend her. And with their position as delicate as it was already.... He was well and truly trapped. Hesitantly, he reached up and brushed back a lock of her hair. Ancestors, if only she weren't his close blood kin! If she pressed the matter - which he knew she would - would he even be able to preform, knowing that she was his sister?
"Shana," he tried, once more, but it was clear to them both he had nothing left to say.
"Then shut up," she told him, and kissed him once more. She had no experience, her hands and mouth moving against him in a stilted manner that bespoke green virginity. Her hands pressed against his chest, pushing him back. Her tongue battered against his lips and teeth. Her leg slid between his, edging up the hem of his nightshirt. And despite his protests, despite the sickening thought that it was his sister who was urging him to the bed, he felt his body reacting....
The stable was empty. This early in the morning, it often was. Only Valyn and Shadow broke the comfortable quiet of nickering horses. Getting up early was the only way they could manage to ride without a full protective entourage. As though Valyn were going to be abducted or assassinated on his father's own lands!
But the silence and seclusion was welcome. More welcome than Valyn realized, as Shadow grabbed his wrist and pulled him into an empty stall, a wicked grin the Elven Lord knew all too well on his lips. This was madness! Allowing Shadow to pull him against the walls of the stall, to kiss him, here where anyone could walk in and see them....
Harry Potter
In leather, Hermione looked nothing like a prudish bookworm. In leather, her hair pulled back in a tight braid, she looked nothing like a teacher's pet. Leather hugged her slender waist, displayed her small breasts, drew attention to her long legs. Her calves were embraced by heavy leather boots. Each inch of her bespoke a strength that Ron had only imagined.
But even still, Ron could see in the hold of her head and the flash of her eyes, the flick of her wrist as she snapped the crop against her thigh, that she was still Hermione. Always in control, always right, always confident Hermione.
She could have changed everything - it wasn't that hard. But there was something just naughty about keeping her normal appearance - or normal for her, violent pink hair and all - and wearing the short pleated skirt and white blouse that was more suited to a sixteen year old. Especially with the white blouse unbuttoned just enough, and the pleated skirt pulled up so when she bent, her cotton white knickers showed. The striped knee socks and black patent leather shoes completed the ensemble.
And Remus flushed when she called him 'professor', and wiggled her hips just so. And he flushed deeper when she sat on his lap and whispered saucy things into his ear. But when she kissed him, he returned the kiss with fervor, his hands gripping her buttocks underneath her schoolgirl skirt, pulling her closer....
The darkness made the sensations more real. Without sight, every touch and sound was multiplied. Ron shivered, a lump in his throat. This was different, new and honestly a little bit scary. It was one thing to sleep with Malfoy when they were on equal terms - more or less - another to feel so exposed and vulnerable. That just wasn't right. Even if it did feel good. Even if his body was really, really, really liking it....
Oh, but how she loved the young and innocent ones. How they flushed, how they stuttered, how they turned to liquid in her hands. Even better those that clung to some sense of prudishness. Percy Weasley was everything she enjoyed corrupting - so rigid, so repressed, so virginal... And he had fallen for her lies, her charms, her seductions. What a delightful game it had been, leading him on, baiting him, chasing him only to turn and force him to chase her. And he had. He returned to her whenever she called. He was wrapped tightly in her web. One more step, one more small thing, and he would be her's completely.
damnedThey both sat on the edge of the bed, their hands barely touching. Both looked at their laps, flushing just slightly. Alfons cleared his throat. Miku wet her lips. Their hands crept closer and closer, until Afons's covered Miku's.
"Ah..." Alfons began, but fell silent. Miku cleared her throat then, fingers turning and curling to take Alfons' hand in her own. She wet her lips again and turned her head, leaning forward quickly to press a sudden, quick kiss to Alfons' blushing cheek.
Due South
"You know, Frase, when you said 'trust game', this isn't exactly what I had in mind...."
"Just calm down, Ray. I offered to let you do it to me but you weren't comfortable. Now hold still."
Ray bit at his lower lip, trying to remain completely still. He'd never really thought Fraser had any kinks - or if he did, Ray always figured they'd involve doing it in a tree or a cave or something. Because that was weird and nature-y, and Fraser was all about weird and nature-y. Now here he was, laying on their bed, the flat of Fraser's hunting knife sliding against his sternum. He knew Fraser was in complete control - more control then he would have. He knew there was no danger from the cold steel that moved along his skin. But there was something about being completely at Fraser's mercy that gave him an extra little boost.
Because it was Fraser. Fraser who was always so mild and calm...
Farscape
There was something so delicious about power. Power in bed. Chiana loved it. She loved knowing she could control her partner with a word or a look or a suggestive gesture. Now that was power! She didn't even have to be on top. Oh no, it wasn't about that.
But that didn't mean being on top wasn't fun! Especially when it involved a particularly kinky male sebacean and a frelling fantastic vibrating device that pleasured them both at the same time. And the whip had only made it juicier.
So what if he wanted to call her 'daddy'?
Final Fantasy VII
Cigarette smoke mingled with the scent of gun oil. The long, elegant barrel of a rifle slid along Cid's stubbled jaw. It was a game of trust and of pleasure. Smoke curled around the sleek barrel, exhaled slowly, white against black, vice against sin....
Fullmetal Alchemist
Al knew nothing of the physical bodies of teenage boys. He didn't understand physical attraction, because he had no body to be attracted with. He didn't know what it felt like to be aroused, or to feel his body ache with hormonal want. But he did know that watching Marta eat, watching her lips close around the tip of the long fruit, made something feel tingly in his metallic shell.
Metal scraped against metal, chains sliding against Ed's automail limbs as he struggled. He twisted, writhed, his eyes shielded with a blindfold. Hands crept along his thighs, warm breath dampened the skin of his throat, sinful, phantom sensations he couldn't escape from....
Halfblood Chronicles
For once, there was no escape. No way to avoid her. Valyn had been caught off guard, hardly expecting Shana to come into his suite long after the evening hours were over. He had been ready for bed, curled up in a chair in his nightshirt when she came, not bothering to knock.
He hadn't seen her in days. She had been like a hermit, keeping herself to herself, and it had been easy to stay away from her. Valyn always preferred the easy route.
He had prepared for an argument. But she hadn't given the chance. She didn't say much of anything to him - a small greeting, nothing more. But her eyes had said everything in their place. Hungry, wanting, longing. Valyn knew that look. Countless concubines had directed it towards him, sighing for him. But they had been concubines. Shana was (most likely) his sister!
If she had spoken, he could have protested. He understood words - pretty words that ultimately meant nothing. But she hadn't said a thing. She had crossed the room with quick, determined strides, holding him with her gaze like a hunter held its prey. Whatever stuttering objection that formed died on his lips the moment she touched him.
Shana's hands on his shoulders. Shana's eyes directly before his, burning with a determination that worried him. And then Shana's lips, against his, an awkward and clumsy kiss that held him in place with shock and horror. Her hands moved, clasping together at the back of his neck, holding him into the kiss. She pressed herself against him and he felt the whole of her body, lithe and muscular and so unlike the few other women he'd taken to his bed.
"Shana, we can't..." he tried, turning his head to break the kiss.
"Why not?" she demanded, and Valyn internally winced. What could he tell her? Would anything he said truly put her off? She was angry enough over how he ignored her and changed the subject whenever she attempted to broach it. And her temper was... well, it was a match for their father's.
"Because..." he tried, stalling. Her hands were still on the back of his neck. They were rough and calloused.
"Because I'm just a halfblood?" Shana snapped. "Is that it? Keep pets, but don't sleep with them?"
"Ancestors, no!" Valyn blanched, color draining from his face. Did she truly think that was why he was avoiding her?
"Then what?"
He knew, then and there, he couldn't say anything that wouldn't upset or offend her. And with their position as delicate as it was already.... He was well and truly trapped. Hesitantly, he reached up and brushed back a lock of her hair. Ancestors, if only she weren't his close blood kin! If she pressed the matter - which he knew she would - would he even be able to preform, knowing that she was his sister?
"Shana," he tried, once more, but it was clear to them both he had nothing left to say.
"Then shut up," she told him, and kissed him once more. She had no experience, her hands and mouth moving against him in a stilted manner that bespoke green virginity. Her hands pressed against his chest, pushing him back. Her tongue battered against his lips and teeth. Her leg slid between his, edging up the hem of his nightshirt. And despite his protests, despite the sickening thought that it was his sister who was urging him to the bed, he felt his body reacting....
The stable was empty. This early in the morning, it often was. Only Valyn and Shadow broke the comfortable quiet of nickering horses. Getting up early was the only way they could manage to ride without a full protective entourage. As though Valyn were going to be abducted or assassinated on his father's own lands!
But the silence and seclusion was welcome. More welcome than Valyn realized, as Shadow grabbed his wrist and pulled him into an empty stall, a wicked grin the Elven Lord knew all too well on his lips. This was madness! Allowing Shadow to pull him against the walls of the stall, to kiss him, here where anyone could walk in and see them....
Harry Potter
In leather, Hermione looked nothing like a prudish bookworm. In leather, her hair pulled back in a tight braid, she looked nothing like a teacher's pet. Leather hugged her slender waist, displayed her small breasts, drew attention to her long legs. Her calves were embraced by heavy leather boots. Each inch of her bespoke a strength that Ron had only imagined.
But even still, Ron could see in the hold of her head and the flash of her eyes, the flick of her wrist as she snapped the crop against her thigh, that she was still Hermione. Always in control, always right, always confident Hermione.
She could have changed everything - it wasn't that hard. But there was something just naughty about keeping her normal appearance - or normal for her, violent pink hair and all - and wearing the short pleated skirt and white blouse that was more suited to a sixteen year old. Especially with the white blouse unbuttoned just enough, and the pleated skirt pulled up so when she bent, her cotton white knickers showed. The striped knee socks and black patent leather shoes completed the ensemble.
And Remus flushed when she called him 'professor', and wiggled her hips just so. And he flushed deeper when she sat on his lap and whispered saucy things into his ear. But when she kissed him, he returned the kiss with fervor, his hands gripping her buttocks underneath her schoolgirl skirt, pulling her closer....
The darkness made the sensations more real. Without sight, every touch and sound was multiplied. Ron shivered, a lump in his throat. This was different, new and honestly a little bit scary. It was one thing to sleep with Malfoy when they were on equal terms - more or less - another to feel so exposed and vulnerable. That just wasn't right. Even if it did feel good. Even if his body was really, really, really liking it....
Oh, but how she loved the young and innocent ones. How they flushed, how they stuttered, how they turned to liquid in her hands. Even better those that clung to some sense of prudishness. Percy Weasley was everything she enjoyed corrupting - so rigid, so repressed, so virginal... And he had fallen for her lies, her charms, her seductions. What a delightful game it had been, leading him on, baiting him, chasing him only to turn and force him to chase her. And he had. He returned to her whenever she called. He was wrapped tightly in her web. One more step, one more small thing, and he would be her's completely.
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