CHRISTMAS FIC DUMP
Fandom: Dengeki Daisy
Title: Blue
Pairing/Characters: Teru/Kurosaki
Rating: PG
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Dengeki Daisy.
Summary/Prompt: "Blue Lips" by Regina Spektor
For: angelchan_2004
If he had a dime for every time she came to him and complained, had some kind of problem, or was just vulnerable in a grand-scale way, he would have been a rich man. However, if a dime was taken away-each and every time-when he felt pride that she came to him over anyone else, mutual weakness for being unable to disclose how close he actually was to her, or shame that he couldn’t let his guard down for her, the person he wanted to the most… he would be right back to the start, poor as hell. Essentially, life was a cruel game.
He dreamt about her. Nothing dirty-it was only one time-but he saw her in his dreams often. She was always a little out of reach, with a backdrop of blue. As if she were drowning, as if he were trying to save her and couldn’t. Everything was so blue, in different shades. Her lips, especially, were the darkest of blues. He remembered those lips vividly, only touching them once with his own in an act of necessity; to breathe life back into her lungs. He couldn’t ponder too much on the subject before it became dangerous.
They had a reciprocal relationship, he and Teru. They each needed the other for the emotional aspects of life. In a less pure area of his mind, he wanted something more physical, as well-of course, he didn’t want to send her packing in fear. Despite the feelings that bubbled to the surface, he squashed those feelings, stomped them down with all his might, and strove to live another day being the support beam for that young girl, even when all he wanted to do was crumble. To wash away in that great sea of blue.
Fandom: Soul Eater
Title: Birthday Plans
Pairing/Characters: Black Star/Tsubaki
Rating: T
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Soul Eater.
Summary/Prompt: Birthday Plans
For: anitheanimaniac
( birthday plans )
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Babysitting
Pairing/Characters: Roy, Maes/Gracia, baby Elicia, mention of Riza
Rating: PG
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.
Summary/Prompt: first time babysitting
For: cornerofmadness
( babysitting )
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Military Party
Pairing/Characters: Mustang-tachi, Edward, mentions of Winry and Al
Rating: PG
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.
Summary/Prompt: Ed and the gang, military Christmas party (I went a little vague with Christmas since it's been a while since then)
For: sexyblack
( military party )
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Golden Slumbers
Pairing/Characters: Ed/Winry
Rating: PG
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.
Summary/Prompt: lyrics to "Golden Slumbers" by The Beatles
For: evil_little_dog
( golden slumbers )
Fandom: Fairy Tail
Title: Ice Skating
Pairing/Characters: Gray/Juvia
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Fairy Tail.
Summary/Prompt: holiday shenanigans/ice skating
For: kimba616
( ice skating )
Fandom: Fairy Tail
Title: Believe Me
Pairing/Characters: Natsu/Lucy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Fairy Tail.
Summary/Prompt: "Believe me."
For: phantombones
( believe me )
Fandom: South Park
Title: Slut
Pairing/Characters: Kenny
Rating: R/NC-17
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own South Park, Matt Stone and Trey Parker do.
Summary/Prompt: Kenny being a whore. Vague enough, right?
For: xenoamorist
Kenny swallowed before wiping his mouth. Staring a dick in the face was something he was used to, lately, even if he didn’t necessarily dream about it. Anything that scored him cash, smoke, or even more sex was fine by him-he wasn’t going to be picky when it came to the method of funding his hobbies.
He couldn’t remember the name of this dude, but he had thrown down a fifty dollar bill, slapped it right against the table, and demanded head-and damn good head at that. Kenny wasn’t going to turn down that much money; he would’ve done it for at least ten, but since there was a lot of money riding on this transaction, he would put a little more effort into his oral adventures. Sex would cost the guy more, much more, but he seemed fine with getting off just once.
Without anything more than an affectionate pat on the head, the unnamed man stood, righted his clothing, and left. Kenny wouldn’t be able to describe where he was, what house in this podunk town he was in, or what party was currently in full swing. He would be the resident whore in the basement-a long as business kept coming-literally.
He sat on the couch and dropped his head back against it, closing his eyes. Next thing he knew, a small blonde girl was straddling him with a sultry look in her eyes. She was a blur. Her hair was everywhere when he brought his head to the upright position. Bebe? With her grinding against him, it didn’t take long for his other head to stand at attention. He didn’t take money from this girl-he wouldn’t, even with the taste of another man on his lips. This was his escape from escaping.
Fandom: Toradora!
Title: Kotatsu
Pairing/Characters: Taiga/Ryuuji
Rating: R
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Toradora!
Summary/Prompt: kotatsu
For: plasmoids
“T-Taiga, don’t do that,” Ryuuji whined, trying to wriggle away from his girlfriend.
He was failing.
“Come on, Ryuuji,” she responded, snuggling closer to him underneath the kotatsu. Her hand was already deep in his usual sweatpants. He continued to try and get away from her, albeit a little half-heartedly.
“My mom could be back any second,” he whined.
“What kind of man are you? Turning down a-“
He groaned loudly, washing out the word with the sound of his own voice.
“It just feels weird under here. I’m already all warm, and then the kotatsu-and my pants-just makes it unbearably hot. Plus, what would happen if… you know, got on it and I’d have to clean it up? That, uh, stuff isn’t easy to clean.”
“How about you keep your pants on? I could give you a couple of ice cubes.”
“That would have the opposite effect and you know it, Taiga.”
The soft whirring of kitchen appliances accompanied the rustling of his sweatpants as she moved.
Taiga loved watching the different emotions flicker across Ryuuji’s face the closer she brought him to release. He was close.
“When we’re fucking to do think about the mess we’re making?” she asked, fully grasping his erection, an evident sign of betrayal of his body to his mind.
“N-No,” he responded, jerking slightly when she used more pressure to emphasize her point. “A little. Not often, though.”
Her voice was low, soothing yet dangerous. “But you like cleaning me up, taking a warm towel between my thighs… sharing a bath, so we can clean each other… don’t you? I know you do.”
He nodded slowly. “Nn.”
She paused. “What was that?”
“Yes!” he gasped, thrusting his hips forward to create the friction that ceased due to her attitude.
“Good dog.”
Fandom: Scott Pilgrim
Title: Snow
Pairing/Characters: Kim/Ramona
Rating: T
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Scott Pilgrim.
Summary/Prompt: wintertime shenanigans
For: daikenkai
Ramona smiled, her cheeks pink in the cold of the Toronto street she and Kim Pine were traipsing down. A balled up wad of snow was making her hands numb as she patted it solid. She should have worn gloves.
“You got me drunk and all you want to do with me is have a snowball fight?” Kim asked sarcastically, yet with a grin. Alone time with Ramona was her favorite, especially when alcohol had been introduced. No Scott? No problem. “For shame. I thought you were better than that.”
“Oh, shut up,” Ramona responded. Once the snowball was good enough, in her opinion, she threw it with all her strength up at the streetlight. With a resounding thud, the snow took off in all different directions. A dimly lit firework. She stood and stared, as if it were the prettiest thing she had seen in a long time.
“That was cool,” commented Kim, now interested in the snow perched upon a chest-level hedge. It was fluffy, but manageable. She picked up a small amount in her fingertips, not for a snowball but for something even better. When Ramona’s back was turned, watching the light for any other movements, she pulled the older girl’s jacket back and let the snow fall in. Ramona screeched, dancing about while flapping her hoodie in order to shake the snow out. It took a few tries before snow fell out.
After the whining, screechy noises stopped, she glared at Kim. She threatened, “You bitch! This means war, you realize.”
“Bring it!” Kim grinned, ready for a roll in the snow. When Ramona was mad, it always made for the best making up.
As an afterthought, Ramona frowned. “My back is cold.”
“Don’t worry, we can warm up in my bed with more alcohol later.”
Title: Blue
Pairing/Characters: Teru/Kurosaki
Rating: PG
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Dengeki Daisy.
Summary/Prompt: "Blue Lips" by Regina Spektor
For: angelchan_2004
If he had a dime for every time she came to him and complained, had some kind of problem, or was just vulnerable in a grand-scale way, he would have been a rich man. However, if a dime was taken away-each and every time-when he felt pride that she came to him over anyone else, mutual weakness for being unable to disclose how close he actually was to her, or shame that he couldn’t let his guard down for her, the person he wanted to the most… he would be right back to the start, poor as hell. Essentially, life was a cruel game.
He dreamt about her. Nothing dirty-it was only one time-but he saw her in his dreams often. She was always a little out of reach, with a backdrop of blue. As if she were drowning, as if he were trying to save her and couldn’t. Everything was so blue, in different shades. Her lips, especially, were the darkest of blues. He remembered those lips vividly, only touching them once with his own in an act of necessity; to breathe life back into her lungs. He couldn’t ponder too much on the subject before it became dangerous.
They had a reciprocal relationship, he and Teru. They each needed the other for the emotional aspects of life. In a less pure area of his mind, he wanted something more physical, as well-of course, he didn’t want to send her packing in fear. Despite the feelings that bubbled to the surface, he squashed those feelings, stomped them down with all his might, and strove to live another day being the support beam for that young girl, even when all he wanted to do was crumble. To wash away in that great sea of blue.
Fandom: Soul Eater
Title: Birthday Plans
Pairing/Characters: Black Star/Tsubaki
Rating: T
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Soul Eater.
Summary/Prompt: Birthday Plans
For: anitheanimaniac
( birthday plans )
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Babysitting
Pairing/Characters: Roy, Maes/Gracia, baby Elicia, mention of Riza
Rating: PG
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.
Summary/Prompt: first time babysitting
For: cornerofmadness
( babysitting )
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Military Party
Pairing/Characters: Mustang-tachi, Edward, mentions of Winry and Al
Rating: PG
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.
Summary/Prompt: Ed and the gang, military Christmas party (I went a little vague with Christmas since it's been a while since then)
For: sexyblack
( military party )
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Golden Slumbers
Pairing/Characters: Ed/Winry
Rating: PG
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.
Summary/Prompt: lyrics to "Golden Slumbers" by The Beatles
For: evil_little_dog
( golden slumbers )
Fandom: Fairy Tail
Title: Ice Skating
Pairing/Characters: Gray/Juvia
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Fairy Tail.
Summary/Prompt: holiday shenanigans/ice skating
For: kimba616
( ice skating )
Fandom: Fairy Tail
Title: Believe Me
Pairing/Characters: Natsu/Lucy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Fairy Tail.
Summary/Prompt: "Believe me."
For: phantombones
( believe me )
Fandom: South Park
Title: Slut
Pairing/Characters: Kenny
Rating: R/NC-17
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own South Park, Matt Stone and Trey Parker do.
Summary/Prompt: Kenny being a whore. Vague enough, right?
For: xenoamorist
Kenny swallowed before wiping his mouth. Staring a dick in the face was something he was used to, lately, even if he didn’t necessarily dream about it. Anything that scored him cash, smoke, or even more sex was fine by him-he wasn’t going to be picky when it came to the method of funding his hobbies.
He couldn’t remember the name of this dude, but he had thrown down a fifty dollar bill, slapped it right against the table, and demanded head-and damn good head at that. Kenny wasn’t going to turn down that much money; he would’ve done it for at least ten, but since there was a lot of money riding on this transaction, he would put a little more effort into his oral adventures. Sex would cost the guy more, much more, but he seemed fine with getting off just once.
Without anything more than an affectionate pat on the head, the unnamed man stood, righted his clothing, and left. Kenny wouldn’t be able to describe where he was, what house in this podunk town he was in, or what party was currently in full swing. He would be the resident whore in the basement-a long as business kept coming-literally.
He sat on the couch and dropped his head back against it, closing his eyes. Next thing he knew, a small blonde girl was straddling him with a sultry look in her eyes. She was a blur. Her hair was everywhere when he brought his head to the upright position. Bebe? With her grinding against him, it didn’t take long for his other head to stand at attention. He didn’t take money from this girl-he wouldn’t, even with the taste of another man on his lips. This was his escape from escaping.
Fandom: Toradora!
Title: Kotatsu
Pairing/Characters: Taiga/Ryuuji
Rating: R
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Toradora!
Summary/Prompt: kotatsu
For: plasmoids
“T-Taiga, don’t do that,” Ryuuji whined, trying to wriggle away from his girlfriend.
He was failing.
“Come on, Ryuuji,” she responded, snuggling closer to him underneath the kotatsu. Her hand was already deep in his usual sweatpants. He continued to try and get away from her, albeit a little half-heartedly.
“My mom could be back any second,” he whined.
“What kind of man are you? Turning down a-“
He groaned loudly, washing out the word with the sound of his own voice.
“It just feels weird under here. I’m already all warm, and then the kotatsu-and my pants-just makes it unbearably hot. Plus, what would happen if… you know, got on it and I’d have to clean it up? That, uh, stuff isn’t easy to clean.”
“How about you keep your pants on? I could give you a couple of ice cubes.”
“That would have the opposite effect and you know it, Taiga.”
The soft whirring of kitchen appliances accompanied the rustling of his sweatpants as she moved.
Taiga loved watching the different emotions flicker across Ryuuji’s face the closer she brought him to release. He was close.
“When we’re fucking to do think about the mess we’re making?” she asked, fully grasping his erection, an evident sign of betrayal of his body to his mind.
“N-No,” he responded, jerking slightly when she used more pressure to emphasize her point. “A little. Not often, though.”
Her voice was low, soothing yet dangerous. “But you like cleaning me up, taking a warm towel between my thighs… sharing a bath, so we can clean each other… don’t you? I know you do.”
He nodded slowly. “Nn.”
She paused. “What was that?”
“Yes!” he gasped, thrusting his hips forward to create the friction that ceased due to her attitude.
“Good dog.”
Fandom: Scott Pilgrim
Title: Snow
Pairing/Characters: Kim/Ramona
Rating: T
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Scott Pilgrim.
Summary/Prompt: wintertime shenanigans
For: daikenkai
Ramona smiled, her cheeks pink in the cold of the Toronto street she and Kim Pine were traipsing down. A balled up wad of snow was making her hands numb as she patted it solid. She should have worn gloves.
“You got me drunk and all you want to do with me is have a snowball fight?” Kim asked sarcastically, yet with a grin. Alone time with Ramona was her favorite, especially when alcohol had been introduced. No Scott? No problem. “For shame. I thought you were better than that.”
“Oh, shut up,” Ramona responded. Once the snowball was good enough, in her opinion, she threw it with all her strength up at the streetlight. With a resounding thud, the snow took off in all different directions. A dimly lit firework. She stood and stared, as if it were the prettiest thing she had seen in a long time.
“That was cool,” commented Kim, now interested in the snow perched upon a chest-level hedge. It was fluffy, but manageable. She picked up a small amount in her fingertips, not for a snowball but for something even better. When Ramona’s back was turned, watching the light for any other movements, she pulled the older girl’s jacket back and let the snow fall in. Ramona screeched, dancing about while flapping her hoodie in order to shake the snow out. It took a few tries before snow fell out.
After the whining, screechy noises stopped, she glared at Kim. She threatened, “You bitch! This means war, you realize.”
“Bring it!” Kim grinned, ready for a roll in the snow. When Ramona was mad, it always made for the best making up.
As an afterthought, Ramona frowned. “My back is cold.”
“Don’t worry, we can warm up in my bed with more alcohol later.”