Yuri Ficstravaganza (Mirror's Edge, Claymore, Persona 4)
Yeah, so I wrote a bunch of yuri smut the other day and figured I might as well post it here. What can I say? I've been inspired lately XD
So I know I'm one of the few, but enjoy some Faith/Celeste smut anyway.
Also I feel kind of weird about writing some for Claymore (just because it's really NOT a pairing-centric series), but fuck it-- have some Helen/Deneve. I love these two ♥♥♥
Title: The Benefits of Insobriety
Fandom: Claymore
Pairing: Helen/Deneve
Rating: R
Summary: Helen's an affectionate drunk-- which works for Deneve just fine. Inspired by Claymore Chapter 83 because LOL drunk!Helen wins so hard XD
"H-(hic)-hey!" Helen slurred giddily as she flung an arm around Deneve's neck, the other holding onto a nearly empty bottle of brandy. "whhy sssho down?"
The Rank Fifteen gave an exasperated sigh as she sipped her own cup delicately, enjoying the rarity of a good drink in the... markedly different way than her companion did. She knew better than to spend what little money they got on such useless indulgences-- of all the warriors in the Organization, why did Helen seem to be the only one who couldn't hold her alcohol? The cave they'd found shelter in echoed with the sound of Rank Twenty-Two's seemingly boundless mirth, and as usual Deneve seemed all but immune to it.
"I'm not," she defended, her voice calm and even. "...Aren't I allowed to enjoy myself without you making trouble?" The feeble effort that Helen made for a grave expression didn't last before she began giggling madly, her face flushed and her movements utterly bereft of their usual speed and clarity.
"L...Look, 'snot mmmy fault th-(hic)-that barkeep hhhad a problem with us. Ya...Ya know what yer problem is, Dene?"
"That I'm careful?"
"N...No..." Helen managed finally, the flush on her pale skin spreading as she leaned closer to the still unmoved woman, an unmistakable fondness plain in her wry grin. "Yer... Ya can't just have f-fun, can ya?"
As if to emphasize her point and in conjunction with a suddenly mischevious gleam in her silver eyes, Helen's hand slid under the hem of her friend's uniform, hurriedly dancing across the dip of her stomach while her free hand flirted casually with the curve of a slender hip. Her casual smile seemed to grow at the slightest hint of a gasp from her endlessly stoic friend, and though there was no overt sign of assent the slight darkening of her storm-grey irises spoke volumes to Helen.
Helen continued unabated as Deneve calmly placed her drink on the ground, her eyes flashing greedily as she hiked up Deneve's tunic just a bit, placing unusually affectionate, light kisses along the bump of her pubic bone.
Her ministrations halted as Deneve's hand clutched her chin without warning, and Helen had no chance to protest before she pulled her into a possessive, ferocious kiss, her strong fingers sliding easily through Helen's pale blonde hair.
"Your eagerness is appreciated," Deneve whispered in a strange, husky tone as she cupped Helen's face, the latter looking pleasantly dazed and unusually receptive, "...but you forget that I still outrank you."
As she pinned Helen to the floor and began sliding off her fitted white slacks, Deneve offered her a rare smile and savored the eager, horny shiver that made Helen feebly rub her legs together.
In all honesty, Helen getting drunk wasn't a bad deal for either of them.
And lastly, took a bunch of Chie/Yukiko claims from the P4 Kink Meme, and here's the first of them :D The prompt was "Chie and Yukiko having fun in class-- bonus points if Morooka's teaching." Enjoy :)
Chie was glad, after the Investigation Team had managed to save Yukiko from the world in the TV, that things had really become better between them. A lot was out in the open now thanks to their Shadows, and though it hadn't been easy they'd been able to at least talk and come to terms with some things that had been hard to face before. But while she loved being so much closer to the girl who until now had just been her best friend, there were some tendencies of Yukiko's that were definitely something of a mixed blessing, the biggest of which she'd found out when Yukiko had innocently suggested that Chie take the unoccupied desk beside her in class.
As she entered the classroom on a rather warm Tuesday morning, Yukiko was already in her desk, a warm smile on her face and a rather teasing gleam in her eye as she greeted Chie. For the few minutes before class started they simply made small talk until the bell chimed and the dreaded King Moron of Class 2-2 stormed in, his jagged teeth and furrowed brow the makeup of his perpetual, imperious sneer.
"All right you brats, shut yer traps and pay attention! I'm not lecturin' out of the kindness of my heart, y'know!"
"Ahh jeez, here it comes," Yosuke grumbled under his breath while Souji just stared blankly ahead, almost as if he was some souless machine controlled by an unseen higher authority. Chie and Yukiko shared a look before grudgingly turning to face Morooka.
"Hey, anyone's got something to say's heading straight to expulsion!" Morooka growled, turning back to the blackboard and beginning to scribble the day's lesson. "Damn kids-- no morals at all, always disrespecting their elders..."
Chie's head was leaning against her upright palm, fighting off a yawn when she nearly jumped at the sensation of a warm hand along her bare knee.
Flushing and disoriented, it took her a second to realize it was Yukiko's hand sliding up and down her leg, and she was nearly beet red as she leaned over to Yukiko's ear.
"Wh-what are you doing?!" Breaking her apparently rapt focus on Morooka's tirade, Yukiko looked over at her friend, her voice filled with innocent concern even as something mischevious made her lips curl in a rare smirk.
"Is something wrong, Chie?" But Chie suddenly found she couldn't speak, Yukiko's kindly words contrasting with the rather devious activities of her hand, fingers teasingly stroking her inner thigh under her track shorts with a dexterity the brunette wouldn't have thought her capable of. Her breath seemed to die in her throat as a quiet moan, and her efforts to calm her breathing seemed in direct opposition to Yukiko's deliberate, faster motions.
There was the slightest flush on Yukiko's face and her eyes glimmered hungrily, and against her will this whole thing was making Chie want to pin Yukiko to the floor and drive her as crazy as she was right now. Her will to stop Yukiko was fading as her fingers slid so close to her wet core, and the heiress seemed to lick her lips just slightly at the sight of her Prince-- her Chie-- so aroused beyond recall at her actions, fidgeting in just such a way that her hips jerked in time with her roving fingers.
"Hey Satonaka, you okay?" Yosuke whispered from behind Chie in slight bewilderment. "You seem kinda feverish..."
"Hey Hanamura, speak up again and you're out of this class!" Morooka snapped, and Yosuke immediately shrank back in his seat. "I swear, why can't you kids be more like Amagi!? She's the only one of you morons that's actually giving me her undivided attention!"
"Of course, Sensei," Yukiko said sweetly even as her fingers slid easily inside Chie, who nearly jumped off her seat and had to cover her mouth with a free hand to stop the desperate moan fighting to get out of her. "...My undivided attention."
Chie bit her hand hard enough to draw blood as her body was quickly losing all resistance, she was so close and all she could process was Yukiko's fingers moving faster and faster--
Morooka was fully engrossed in his lecture, glancing at the book occasionally though he seemed to know every quote of his beloved philosopher by heart. "So as Descartes said..."
"AAAHAAAHAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
The entire class seemed to stop breathing as Chie hit her peak, forgetting to cover her mouth and collapsing spent and dizzy on her desk. For a moment everyone just stared-- even Morooka looked oddly surprised-- before Yukiko placed her clean hand gently atop Chie's forehead and gave a horrified gasp.
"Oh my, she seems feverish! Morooka-sensei, I should help her to the Nurse's office..."
"Um..." the teacher managed, utterly confused by this unexpected occurence. "...S-sure, Amagi. You seem trustworthy enough."
Wasting no time, she practically dragged Chie out of the classroom and into the hall, and no sooner were they out of earshot that Chie's energy suddenly returned, and she pressed Yukiko gently but forcefully against the corridor wall, her breathing still shallow and her brown eyes darkened hungrily.
"But Chie-- what if someone sees us?" Yukiko teased, gasping in mock astonishment at her friend's boldness. Chie only offered a smile before she slid her hand under the hem of Yukiko's blouse, kissing her ruby lips as hard as she could.