drabble post.
TITLE: Sentences
RATING: varying
FANDOM: CG + Transformers + Amat + other shit
OTHER: Written in this post, I'm just putting them all in the same spot, rofl. The numbers, if you click them, link you to the original requester and the prompt I was given. :)
☆ 001. Nise's holding it the wrong way the first time, scowling as Rolo corrects him with breathless laughter, that quickly fades to sharp, needy moans as Nise retaliates, already pressing it in where his lube-slick fingers had been just a moment before.
☆ 002. "So this is for back pain and stuff, right," Nise questions, holding up a long, slim toy, confused when Rolo chokes on the sucker he's been rolling in his mouth, "...wait, am I wrong?"
☆ 003. "It's not right," Suzaku says quietly, and then shakes his head, looking away from the mess that the FREYA has made of such a large area, leaving so very little left. Lloyd just hums, amused.
"Sunrises don't stop just because of this, even you're not that important," Lloyd says, and dares to squeeze Suzaku's shoulder firmly. "The sun will rise and fall even with this mess. That's hint enough for you to keep going, fight the good fight another day, yes?"
Suzaku hesitates, hands curling, and then nods.
☆ 004. Surprisingly, Lloyd's graceful when he dances, even if he complains the whole time, purposefully stepping on Suzaku's feet every time he tries to ask how he learned, where he learned, who taught him how to dance.
☆ 005. It isn't much of a birthday when they're both torn away from home like this, but after over a year, Suzaku gets almost a week's worth of putting arranged and surprises Lloyd with it, pleased when the scientist is nearly ecstatic.
☆ 006. "...This really," Suzaku starts, voice cracking as they both stare in horror at Cornelia, knowing what this scene looks like.
Suzaku's half on top of her, hand at the small of her back, tangled in her hair (which, really! he's only been trying to untangle her hair from the swimsuit ties) looking like he's holding her down for more nefarious purposes.
Euphemia makes a noise somewhere between resignation and horror, pressing her face into the carpet, while Depth Charge heads out of his room to grab a part for one of the guns he's working on and snorts. "Don't hurt 'im too much," he drawls at Cornelia, watching the older woman barely even glance at him, too busy glaring at Suzaku.
☆ 007. "No," Suzaku says clearly, arms crossed, chin lifted at an almost arrogant angle, glaring at Gino as intimidatingly as he can.
Gino, ever oblivious (or really, perhaps it's just that he doesn't care) grins and moves closer, feigning innocence. "It's just an experiment to see if you're ticklish," he cajoles, laughing when Suzaku backs himself into a corner, eyes wide. "Your boss is a scientist, so you should totally be just fine with this-!"
Minutes later, flushed, hair messy, Suzaku manages to shove a laughing Gino off of him from where they've both fallen, clothing wrinkled from half-wrestling, and Gino tickling. A shadow falls over both of them, and there's a quiet, familiar chirp.
"Captured," Anya says, head tilting to the side as she examines the picture. "If you're going to do those things, maybe a hall isn't the best place."
Gino bursts into more laughter, and Suzaku presses his face into his knees, mortified.
☆ 008. He's got Mello on his knees (but he's smiling, the bastard is smiling and he wants to wipe that look off his face) and handcuffed, but he can't....he can't do it.
"What's the matter?" Mello murmurs, grinning wicked and sharp, lifting his chin, looking Suzaku in the eyes, barely holding back a mocking little laugh as he shifts in the cuffs. "Hey, could you loosen these? They're a little tight."
Suzaku's jaw clenches, and he presses the muzzle of the gun to Mello's forehead, knowing just how easy it would be to press the trigger and blow him to bits, send brains and blood spattering everywhere, watch him bleed on the ground like he's nothing, just like how Mello left Euphie and Kallen and all those other people to bleed.
"Tch," Mello snorts, shifting on his knees, still amused. "Even now, you don't have the-"
Suzaku shoves it in his mouth, hand trembling, hating how Mello just smiles around the barrel, teeth clicking against metal, jaw probably aching from the invasion. "Shut up," he orders, flinching when Mello just laughs, bright blue eyes fixed on Suzaku's.
It's a long moment, his finger slowly starting to squeeze the trigger, before he jerks the gun out and slams it against his face, knocking him to the ground, and then knocks him out with it a moment later. It's with a bit of pleasure that he drags Mello to a cell and tosses him in, watching him for however long it takes.
☆ 009. Euphemia gives him a vague smile as she helps him lace up the last bit, the corset, fingers trailing down his sides when it's all said and done. "See?" she says quietly, unable to hold back a soft laugh as Lelouch lets out a breath and sits down hard, flinching, wondering how the hell she's able to breathe in this thing.
Terribly amused, Euphemia moves to sit beside him, chin on his shoulder, nuzzling him lazily. "And you won't make fun of me again when I complain about corsets, will you?" she asks impishly, feeling him nod wordlessly.
☆ 010. ☆ She...really shouldn't be too surprised; Lelouch has terrible enough stamina when it comes to such things as running and sports, so it should really figure that it carries over to, well, other things too.
"Don't say a word, Witch," Lelouch mutters, pleased that she can't look too smug about making him come before she even gets her lips around him, when her face is splattered with come and she still has a hand around his cock.
RATING: varying
FANDOM: CG + Transformers + Amat + other shit
OTHER: Written in this post, I'm just putting them all in the same spot, rofl. The numbers, if you click them, link you to the original requester and the prompt I was given. :)
☆ 001. Nise's holding it the wrong way the first time, scowling as Rolo corrects him with breathless laughter, that quickly fades to sharp, needy moans as Nise retaliates, already pressing it in where his lube-slick fingers had been just a moment before.
☆ 002. "So this is for back pain and stuff, right," Nise questions, holding up a long, slim toy, confused when Rolo chokes on the sucker he's been rolling in his mouth, "...wait, am I wrong?"
☆ 003. "It's not right," Suzaku says quietly, and then shakes his head, looking away from the mess that the FREYA has made of such a large area, leaving so very little left. Lloyd just hums, amused.
"Sunrises don't stop just because of this, even you're not that important," Lloyd says, and dares to squeeze Suzaku's shoulder firmly. "The sun will rise and fall even with this mess. That's hint enough for you to keep going, fight the good fight another day, yes?"
Suzaku hesitates, hands curling, and then nods.
☆ 004. Surprisingly, Lloyd's graceful when he dances, even if he complains the whole time, purposefully stepping on Suzaku's feet every time he tries to ask how he learned, where he learned, who taught him how to dance.
☆ 005. It isn't much of a birthday when they're both torn away from home like this, but after over a year, Suzaku gets almost a week's worth of putting arranged and surprises Lloyd with it, pleased when the scientist is nearly ecstatic.
☆ 006. "...This really," Suzaku starts, voice cracking as they both stare in horror at Cornelia, knowing what this scene looks like.
Suzaku's half on top of her, hand at the small of her back, tangled in her hair (which, really! he's only been trying to untangle her hair from the swimsuit ties) looking like he's holding her down for more nefarious purposes.
Euphemia makes a noise somewhere between resignation and horror, pressing her face into the carpet, while Depth Charge heads out of his room to grab a part for one of the guns he's working on and snorts. "Don't hurt 'im too much," he drawls at Cornelia, watching the older woman barely even glance at him, too busy glaring at Suzaku.
☆ 007. "No," Suzaku says clearly, arms crossed, chin lifted at an almost arrogant angle, glaring at Gino as intimidatingly as he can.
Gino, ever oblivious (or really, perhaps it's just that he doesn't care) grins and moves closer, feigning innocence. "It's just an experiment to see if you're ticklish," he cajoles, laughing when Suzaku backs himself into a corner, eyes wide. "Your boss is a scientist, so you should totally be just fine with this-!"
Minutes later, flushed, hair messy, Suzaku manages to shove a laughing Gino off of him from where they've both fallen, clothing wrinkled from half-wrestling, and Gino tickling. A shadow falls over both of them, and there's a quiet, familiar chirp.
"Captured," Anya says, head tilting to the side as she examines the picture. "If you're going to do those things, maybe a hall isn't the best place."
Gino bursts into more laughter, and Suzaku presses his face into his knees, mortified.
☆ 008. He's got Mello on his knees (but he's smiling, the bastard is smiling and he wants to wipe that look off his face) and handcuffed, but he can't....he can't do it.
"What's the matter?" Mello murmurs, grinning wicked and sharp, lifting his chin, looking Suzaku in the eyes, barely holding back a mocking little laugh as he shifts in the cuffs. "Hey, could you loosen these? They're a little tight."
Suzaku's jaw clenches, and he presses the muzzle of the gun to Mello's forehead, knowing just how easy it would be to press the trigger and blow him to bits, send brains and blood spattering everywhere, watch him bleed on the ground like he's nothing, just like how Mello left Euphie and Kallen and all those other people to bleed.
"Tch," Mello snorts, shifting on his knees, still amused. "Even now, you don't have the-"
Suzaku shoves it in his mouth, hand trembling, hating how Mello just smiles around the barrel, teeth clicking against metal, jaw probably aching from the invasion. "Shut up," he orders, flinching when Mello just laughs, bright blue eyes fixed on Suzaku's.
It's a long moment, his finger slowly starting to squeeze the trigger, before he jerks the gun out and slams it against his face, knocking him to the ground, and then knocks him out with it a moment later. It's with a bit of pleasure that he drags Mello to a cell and tosses him in, watching him for however long it takes.
☆ 009. Euphemia gives him a vague smile as she helps him lace up the last bit, the corset, fingers trailing down his sides when it's all said and done. "See?" she says quietly, unable to hold back a soft laugh as Lelouch lets out a breath and sits down hard, flinching, wondering how the hell she's able to breathe in this thing.
Terribly amused, Euphemia moves to sit beside him, chin on his shoulder, nuzzling him lazily. "And you won't make fun of me again when I complain about corsets, will you?" she asks impishly, feeling him nod wordlessly.
☆ 010. ☆ She...really shouldn't be too surprised; Lelouch has terrible enough stamina when it comes to such things as running and sports, so it should really figure that it carries over to, well, other things too.
"Don't say a word, Witch," Lelouch mutters, pleased that she can't look too smug about making him come before she even gets her lips around him, when her face is splattered with come and she still has a hand around his cock.