Random Short Fics
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parolascritta. Which apparently I won because she surrendered. XD
They're all untitled and mostly consist of random scenes with various people. Fandoms are all RPS. Mostly all smutty, so consider them all FRAO-rated. Maybe one day I'll tidy them up into proper fics.
That said, enjoy. <3
Fic the first
Fandom: The Chaser RPS
Kitteh!Craig // Kitteh!Andrew
Craig breathed out as a pair or arms enclosed his waist. He was tired. It had been a fucking long day and he wanted to get out of this lycra and go to bed. He was glad to be free from the paint that had covered his face. He almost felt normal. Until he'd found company. Someone clearly had other plans.
"Meow."
Craig stifled a laugh. "Andrew, you might be able to slink around like a cat, but you are very much not a cat."
"Meow?" Andrew moved around to face him, giving him a puzzled look. "Rawr."
Craig giggled as Andrew nuzzled his neck, meowing like a cat still. He still had his cat make up on, and the effect was rather more amusing than perhaps it should be. He hadn't quite mastered purring though, and his hands rested on Craig's arms, seeking warmth from him.
"I'm not meowing at you, Andrew," Craig said.
"Rawr-ow," Andrew said, giving him a mischievous look.
"I'm not sure I like that glint in your eye, Hansen. What are you up to?" Craig said, suddenly glad they were in a room with a lockable door.
Andrew mewled as he reached around to unzip their cat suits. Craig was thankful to be out of it. He hated lycra. Andrew added soft kisses and nips as he slid the lyrca down his body.
Craig found himself backed against a wall as Andrew undressed him. Not that Andrew was removing his cat suit, nor had he stopped meowing. Craig looked down and shuddered as Andrew slipped the lycra down past his hips and freed his potentially over-stimulated cock.
"It had better be a good one, cat boy," Craig said, giving his final warning.
Andrew smirked and got to work. Craig was going to get the blow job of the century.
Fic the second
Fandom: The Chaser RPS
Andrew // Charles
Andrew squirmed against his bonds. He'd been surprised by a rather determined Charles who refused to take no for an answer. Thus he was now at the mercy of a Charles he rarely saw in private. He was not at all used to Charles being dominant. He was rather fond of sissy little Charles who liked wearing princess dresses. He knew how to handle sissy Charles. He had no idea how to handle dominant Charles.
"Charles, did you really have to-"
Charles crawled onto the bed and attempted to gag him. Andrew fought him and eventually bit his finger as he tried to get the gag into his mouth. Andrew would not submit.
"Shut up, Hansen. You need to learn some discipline," Charles said calmly. There was a sternness in his voice that Andrew wasn't used to.
"No fucking way. I do not need discipline. I got enough of that bullshit at school. I don't need it from you," Andrew said.
Charles didn't reply. He leant down and kissed him sweetly, noticing how he calmed down and eventually stopped struggling. Only then could Charles slip the gag on.
"Now that you're finally subdued, we can get on with things," Charles said.
Andrew gave one last struggle before giving up. Struggling was tiring work, and also another reason why he didn't like being submissive. Charles was hard to fight anyway when he started licking down his chest and tracing circles on his skin with his fingers.
The more Charles worked, the more Andrew settled. Charles, being the evil genius that he was, left him hanging and unsatisfied as payback for being so difficult to subdue. All he got as a reward was some not-so-comforting whispers and a stroke of his hair before Charles left him. Andrew cursed and vowed revenge. Charles would regret this moment of dominance. Oh yes indeed.
Fic the third
Fandom/s: Triple J/Bandslash (best description I could think of. XD)
Patience Hodgson (from The Grates) // Marieke Hardy
Marieke wasn't as innocent as her appearance made her seem. Sure, everyone else thought she was innocently trying on a boxful of Patience's old clothes, and indeed they had begun doing that. They had, of course, just gotten distracted, and Marieke, half-naked, hadn't exactly been a passive participant either.
They lay on the floor amongst the discarded clothes. Marieke drew a finger along her jawbone as she kissed her. Patience sunk her fingers into Marieke's hair. They kept their bodies close; the friction and warmth made it worth it as they twisted together.
"Come see me first whenever you have any more clothes to get rid of, yeah?" Marieke whispered.
"Of course I will," Patience murmured back.
Marieke hissed as Patience showed little patience and began taking things to the next level of making out. A hand slid inside her bra and Marieke ran her hands down Patience's body. Marieke didn't fuck around with girls very often, but she generally enjoyed it when she did, and Patience was beign very accommodating.
There was touching now, rubbing and moaning and heat and kissing. Marieke's hand was getting slick as she slowly pushed her fingers inside her. A bite to Marieke's neck told her to hurry up.
Soon all they concentrated on was orgasm, moving frenetically against each other. Patience still had her hand inside Marieke's bra, squeezing her breast obscenely, until their bodies tensed and pleasure came at last.
They held each other and murmured quietly, slowly rubbing each other's clits to prologue that feeling as long as possible.
Fic the fourth
Fandom: Bandslash (No Doubt/Garbage)
Gwen Stefani // Shirley Manson
Gwen closed her eyes. Soft hands traveled up her arms, sending shivers down her spine. They were holed up together in Scotland somewhere; it was deemed safer than London or LA. The isolation helped them both believe they were on their own and shut off from the world, safe to be with each other in a way they would never allow themselves to do otherwise.
Gwen sighed softly. Shirley was lying on top of her, brushing her hair away from her neck to kiss it gently. There was a slight dragon Shirley's nails as she drew her fingers along her skin.
"You're perfect, you know?" Gwen whispered.
"No one's perfect, lass, you should know that better than anyone," Shirley murmured.
"Everything's perfect tonight. You, me, this place, no one can touch us here." Gwen squirmed slightly as Shirley's hand moved down her hips.
"I'm gonna touch you, Gwen. No one but me," Shirley said, caressing her thigh as she moved her hand in gentle circles.
"Go on then. Please."
Shirley smirked and shifted to the side as she paid closer attention to her body. There were soft kisses down Gwen's back, fingers barely touching her skin, and a hand finally slipping between her legs.
"Don't move. Ye'll take meh teasing and be glad for it," Shirley said as Gwen squirmed beneath her.
"You're not making that easy, you know," Gwen said, looking back at her over her shoulder.
Shirley pressed a hand against her back, a gentle sign she should stay put. "Move an inch and I'll skin ye alive," she said with a wink.
Gwen remained still. Shirley's absense from her side left her feeling the chill in the room. She didn't look back. She waited for her to return.
Shirley retrieved what she wanted and crawled back onto the bed. Gently prising her legs apart, shirley worked her some more before slipping the dildo inside, returning her hand to Gwen's back to keep her still. Gwen arched her pelvis and was met with a gentle smack on her arse.
"I said stay put. This is my game," Shirley said.
"Sorry. I'm doing my best," Gwen said, resisting the urge to writhe under her touch.
Shirley didn't make her come then. No, she wanted more than a few minutes' play. She was slow and deliberate and worked Gwen until she was wet and soaking the bedsheets.
"Ye'll turn over for me now, lass. Time to clean up the mess," she murmured, pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck.
Gwen rolled over reluctantly and let her legs fall open. Shirley got to work licking her cunt as Gwen tried hard not to move too much.
Gwen didn't take long to orgasm. Hands grasping at the bed, her muscles tensed and pleasure flooded her body. She was tired and warm and happy. For once, her mind was devoid of thought. She whimpered quietly as Shirley finished the job and crawled up her body. Gwen brought her into her arms and kissed her.
parolascritta. Which apparently I won because she surrendered. XDThey're all untitled and mostly consist of random scenes with various people. Fandoms are all RPS. Mostly all smutty, so consider them all FRAO-rated. Maybe one day I'll tidy them up into proper fics.
That said, enjoy. <3
Fic the first
Fandom: The Chaser RPS
Kitteh!Craig // Kitteh!Andrew
Craig breathed out as a pair or arms enclosed his waist. He was tired. It had been a fucking long day and he wanted to get out of this lycra and go to bed. He was glad to be free from the paint that had covered his face. He almost felt normal. Until he'd found company. Someone clearly had other plans.
"Meow."
Craig stifled a laugh. "Andrew, you might be able to slink around like a cat, but you are very much not a cat."
"Meow?" Andrew moved around to face him, giving him a puzzled look. "Rawr."
Craig giggled as Andrew nuzzled his neck, meowing like a cat still. He still had his cat make up on, and the effect was rather more amusing than perhaps it should be. He hadn't quite mastered purring though, and his hands rested on Craig's arms, seeking warmth from him.
"I'm not meowing at you, Andrew," Craig said.
"Rawr-ow," Andrew said, giving him a mischievous look.
"I'm not sure I like that glint in your eye, Hansen. What are you up to?" Craig said, suddenly glad they were in a room with a lockable door.
Andrew mewled as he reached around to unzip their cat suits. Craig was thankful to be out of it. He hated lycra. Andrew added soft kisses and nips as he slid the lyrca down his body.
Craig found himself backed against a wall as Andrew undressed him. Not that Andrew was removing his cat suit, nor had he stopped meowing. Craig looked down and shuddered as Andrew slipped the lycra down past his hips and freed his potentially over-stimulated cock.
"It had better be a good one, cat boy," Craig said, giving his final warning.
Andrew smirked and got to work. Craig was going to get the blow job of the century.
Fic the second
Fandom: The Chaser RPS
Andrew // Charles
Andrew squirmed against his bonds. He'd been surprised by a rather determined Charles who refused to take no for an answer. Thus he was now at the mercy of a Charles he rarely saw in private. He was not at all used to Charles being dominant. He was rather fond of sissy little Charles who liked wearing princess dresses. He knew how to handle sissy Charles. He had no idea how to handle dominant Charles.
"Charles, did you really have to-"
Charles crawled onto the bed and attempted to gag him. Andrew fought him and eventually bit his finger as he tried to get the gag into his mouth. Andrew would not submit.
"Shut up, Hansen. You need to learn some discipline," Charles said calmly. There was a sternness in his voice that Andrew wasn't used to.
"No fucking way. I do not need discipline. I got enough of that bullshit at school. I don't need it from you," Andrew said.
Charles didn't reply. He leant down and kissed him sweetly, noticing how he calmed down and eventually stopped struggling. Only then could Charles slip the gag on.
"Now that you're finally subdued, we can get on with things," Charles said.
Andrew gave one last struggle before giving up. Struggling was tiring work, and also another reason why he didn't like being submissive. Charles was hard to fight anyway when he started licking down his chest and tracing circles on his skin with his fingers.
The more Charles worked, the more Andrew settled. Charles, being the evil genius that he was, left him hanging and unsatisfied as payback for being so difficult to subdue. All he got as a reward was some not-so-comforting whispers and a stroke of his hair before Charles left him. Andrew cursed and vowed revenge. Charles would regret this moment of dominance. Oh yes indeed.
Fic the third
Fandom/s: Triple J/Bandslash (best description I could think of. XD)
Patience Hodgson (from The Grates) // Marieke Hardy
Marieke wasn't as innocent as her appearance made her seem. Sure, everyone else thought she was innocently trying on a boxful of Patience's old clothes, and indeed they had begun doing that. They had, of course, just gotten distracted, and Marieke, half-naked, hadn't exactly been a passive participant either.
They lay on the floor amongst the discarded clothes. Marieke drew a finger along her jawbone as she kissed her. Patience sunk her fingers into Marieke's hair. They kept their bodies close; the friction and warmth made it worth it as they twisted together.
"Come see me first whenever you have any more clothes to get rid of, yeah?" Marieke whispered.
"Of course I will," Patience murmured back.
Marieke hissed as Patience showed little patience and began taking things to the next level of making out. A hand slid inside her bra and Marieke ran her hands down Patience's body. Marieke didn't fuck around with girls very often, but she generally enjoyed it when she did, and Patience was beign very accommodating.
There was touching now, rubbing and moaning and heat and kissing. Marieke's hand was getting slick as she slowly pushed her fingers inside her. A bite to Marieke's neck told her to hurry up.
Soon all they concentrated on was orgasm, moving frenetically against each other. Patience still had her hand inside Marieke's bra, squeezing her breast obscenely, until their bodies tensed and pleasure came at last.
They held each other and murmured quietly, slowly rubbing each other's clits to prologue that feeling as long as possible.
Fic the fourth
Fandom: Bandslash (No Doubt/Garbage)
Gwen Stefani // Shirley Manson
Gwen closed her eyes. Soft hands traveled up her arms, sending shivers down her spine. They were holed up together in Scotland somewhere; it was deemed safer than London or LA. The isolation helped them both believe they were on their own and shut off from the world, safe to be with each other in a way they would never allow themselves to do otherwise.
Gwen sighed softly. Shirley was lying on top of her, brushing her hair away from her neck to kiss it gently. There was a slight dragon Shirley's nails as she drew her fingers along her skin.
"You're perfect, you know?" Gwen whispered.
"No one's perfect, lass, you should know that better than anyone," Shirley murmured.
"Everything's perfect tonight. You, me, this place, no one can touch us here." Gwen squirmed slightly as Shirley's hand moved down her hips.
"I'm gonna touch you, Gwen. No one but me," Shirley said, caressing her thigh as she moved her hand in gentle circles.
"Go on then. Please."
Shirley smirked and shifted to the side as she paid closer attention to her body. There were soft kisses down Gwen's back, fingers barely touching her skin, and a hand finally slipping between her legs.
"Don't move. Ye'll take meh teasing and be glad for it," Shirley said as Gwen squirmed beneath her.
"You're not making that easy, you know," Gwen said, looking back at her over her shoulder.
Shirley pressed a hand against her back, a gentle sign she should stay put. "Move an inch and I'll skin ye alive," she said with a wink.
Gwen remained still. Shirley's absense from her side left her feeling the chill in the room. She didn't look back. She waited for her to return.
Shirley retrieved what she wanted and crawled back onto the bed. Gently prising her legs apart, shirley worked her some more before slipping the dildo inside, returning her hand to Gwen's back to keep her still. Gwen arched her pelvis and was met with a gentle smack on her arse.
"I said stay put. This is my game," Shirley said.
"Sorry. I'm doing my best," Gwen said, resisting the urge to writhe under her touch.
Shirley didn't make her come then. No, she wanted more than a few minutes' play. She was slow and deliberate and worked Gwen until she was wet and soaking the bedsheets.
"Ye'll turn over for me now, lass. Time to clean up the mess," she murmured, pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck.
Gwen rolled over reluctantly and let her legs fall open. Shirley got to work licking her cunt as Gwen tried hard not to move too much.
Gwen didn't take long to orgasm. Hands grasping at the bed, her muscles tensed and pleasure flooded her body. She was tired and warm and happy. For once, her mind was devoid of thought. She whimpered quietly as Shirley finished the job and crawled up her body. Gwen brought her into her arms and kissed her.