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Raines/Rosch, uniform fetish: he might not agree with Rosch's methods but damn the man looks good in leather.

Inspired by the macro. ("Hello ladies." I dare you not to hear it in his voice.) Any canon, any character(s), and the Old Spice Guy. I need this crossover in my life, now.

Necessity requires, so Aeris makes Squall dress up like a girl. (Given how flimsy the necessity was in VII, any excuse will do!) Subsequent screwing optional, it'll be appreciated either way. I am partial to fingering and pegging, though. :3 Use whatever explanation you like or none at all for the crossover, it's all good with me.

Yes this is totally thanks to the screenshot. ♥ mods.

Basch & Noah, an AU where they stuck together after Landis fell. Intense brotherly devotion with or without sex thrown in.

Cop AU with Lightning and Sazh as police partners with very different attitudes towards the job (think Lethal Weapon movies).

Sazh Katzroy pulled his police cruiser into a secluded parking spot, shut off the ignition, and turned to look at his partner. "Well, here we are. Yet another exciting night of stakeout time. Hope you brought something to read."

Farron glanced at him, then back out the windshield, intent on their target. "You can slack off if you want to. I intend to do my job."

He shrugged at her. "Fine, whatever you say." After taking a long drink of his coffee, he pulled out a newspaper and flipped it open, then settled back in the seat, half looking over the news, half-watching the door to the townhouse, and half-observing the woman in the passenger seat. Lightning Farron -- if she had real first name, she hadn't let him in on the secret yet -- had been his partner for a month now. She was young, really green, only on her second assignment out of the Academy, or so Police Chief Raines had told him. But she was more than competent: intelligent, thorough, not as rash or as headstrong as young cops tended to be. The only thing that concerned him was her tendency to be a little too eager to bash heads. He thought back to their confrontation with three gang members the other day, when she had waded right in to the fray and punched two of them out before he could stop her. That had been a fun night of paperwork. She'd been cleared by the next day, but still, he worried. What if she pulled her gun at a bad time, got someone badly hurt or even killed? What would he do then?

On the other hand, that meant three more punk Pulse kids off the streets. Sazh might quibble with Farron's methods, but her results were hard to argue with.

"No use borrowing trouble," he mumbled to himself. Another couple of years on the street, and then he might finally be in line for that desk job that Raines kept promising him. He turned his attention back to the paper, skipping past the news to the sports section. Just as he finished that and started to turn to the comics, he was startled aware by the sound of Farron sitting up straight and lifting the binoculars to her nose. "Got something?" he asked.

"They're here," was her curt reply. Sazh folded up the newspaper and stuck it in the door well, then looked through his own binocs. There they were, the two women: one tall and dark, the other short and fair, both with ties to the Pulse underworld, maybe even the L'cie. The taller one glanced quick over her shoulder, then unlocked the apartment door and pulled it open, standing aside so the other girl could enter first. As soon as the apartment door closed, Farron was pushing the car door open, pratically leaping to the ground and slamming it shut behind her.

Sazh groaned, then followed her as quick as he could. "Wait, wait wait!" He grabbed Farron by the arm and pulled her back; she twisted free of his grip and glared at him. "Hold on, now. You can't just go barging on in there. Besides, we're supposed to be observing tonight, not making contact."

Farron tossed her head. "But they'll just get away again. This is our best chance, and I'm going in, with or without you."

"Fine, fine." Sazh sighed and shook his head. "I'll back you up. But if this gets us in trouble, I'm not taking some of the heat for you like last time, you hear?" She was already gone before he could finish the last sentence; quickly but quietly they made their way up the sidewalk, then took places on either side of the door. Farron drew her pistol, and Sazh followed suit before meeting her eyes with a nod. Holding up his other hand, he counted up to three with his fingers.

A split second later, Farron had thrown open the door and stood in the doorway, feet planted, gun out. Sazh took point behind her to peer into the darkened apartment. "Freeze!" she shouted. "I know you're in there."

Silence greeted her, and she glanced over her shoulder at Sazh. Sazh shrugged; she stepped forward and took the flashlight off her belt, sweeping over the entry hall and living room. Two couches, buried under dustcovers, empty bookshelves, an old TV in the corner. No sign that anyone was living here at all. Together they searched the dining area, the kitchen, the bedroom in the back. The place was deserted.

"Told you." Sazh leaned back against a doorframe as Farron holstered her gun. "You came in too fast, and you tipped them off. They're probably halfway across the city by now."

"Dammit," Farron muttered. She crossed her arms and looked away. "I was so sure..."

"Yeah, well, maybe you'll listen to your elders next time." Sazh looked around at the disused kitchen. "Yeah, this isn't the place. Must be a decoy. We'll have to get better intelligence next time." Farron visibly deflated, and Sazh cast her a sharp look. "What is it?"

She sighed. "It's... It's just. They have my sister."

Sazh's mouth went dry. "The Pulse gang?" Farron nodded, and he shook his head. "The chief know about this?"

Farron snorted. "What do you think?"

"I think you wouldn't be on this beat if he knew." Sazh looked at Farron, hard, and saw only resolve in her face. "But fine. I won't tell him, if you swear to me, swear, that you won't let your feelings cloud your judgement again. When we're on the case, you do what I tell you. Deal?"

"Deal." Farron dropped her arms and held out her hand. Sazh took it and gave it a firm shake.

"All right." He stepped away. "Tell me more about your sister later. For now, we'd better get back to the station so we can make our report and plan our next move."

Re: FXIII, Lightning & Sazh, "Stakeout"

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5 years after game end, Amarant and Freya run into each other again. Looking for some A/F friendship and/or fluff, nothing too explicit.

Squall/Zell (or Squall + Zell), in the office with hot cocoa

Snow/Hope, snuggling under the covers during an unexpected cold snap on Gran Pulse

The cold snaps were getting worse. Was this what Fang and Vanille had called Winter? When they spoke of it, Snow recalled, it was only with a sense of bitterness. A thing they’d prefer to forget.

Beside him Hope shifted and squirmed under the covers, as if fighting out the cold that seeped through the cotton. He’d have more peace sharing with an out-of-water fish. But soon he settled. Snow, with his hands behind his head, looking four feet ahead at the roof of their tent, said,

“I haven’t shared a bed like this since the orphanage.”

Hope said, “I don’t think I’ve ever shared a bed...”

“Welcome to the experience.” Snow offered a fist; Hope ventured his own from under the covers to knock it, then withdrew immediately. “I guess it’s all good practice. Gets me ready for the married life.”

Snow remained staring at the roof above; he didn’t notice Hope blushing.

Hope replied, “Gets me ready for the orphanage, I guess...”

“Hey, I don’t want any of that. When you’re sharing the bed with me you’re in a no-brooding zone, got it?”

“...”

Snow said, “He’s going to be alive, Hope. We already know the damage wasn’t as bad as it looked. Everyone will be evacuated safely.”

“That’s what they’re telling us.”

“Well, yeah, but you still believe it, don’t you? I can tell you do, so don’t say otherwise.”

“But even if he is alive...”

Snow waited, but he didn’t go on. “What, that’s still not settled?”

“You don’t understand,” Hope snapped.

“You’re right. I don’t.”

A heavy silence. Snow let out a long sigh through his nose; Hope heard it as frustration, and guilt got to him. But it was nevertheless true: Snow didn’t understand. Hope himself didn’t understand the feelings inside him, and resented the implication that whatever those feelings were, they were the wrong ones and he ought to change them.

Hope said, “I know you think I should be grateful. I am; I want him to be alive, more than anything. But that’s all. It’s like we’re not family; we just know each other. You guys are more my family...”

“So what’s the talk of orphanages for? Did you think we’d forget about you just because the world got saved? Everyone is family now, Hope. We’ve got to be. It’s the only way we’ll live.”

They went quiet again. The wind outside beat tauntingly at the sides of their tent and, distantly, there were sounds of arguing and anger. Others in the camp were struggling; those who hadn’t had the introduction-to-Gran-Pulse tour Hope had had.

“It’s so cold,” Hope said. “I wish Vanille and Fang were here. They’d show us how to cope.”

“I think we can show Pulse us Cocoon types aren’t as precious as we’re made out to be.” Snow stretched his arms out in front of him, cracking his knuckles.

“Gran Pulse is no match for NORA?”

“You said it,” Snow replied, shooting him a grin.

Hope had begun to shiver.

Snow said, “This Winter thing is gonna pass.”

“But it’s only just started.” He was speaking through chattering teeth.

“You’ll get used to it. Our bodies will have a rethink about how ‘cold’ means, and we’ll all be ok.”

“I don’t know if I can take it.”

Snow scooted closer and further down under the covers, putting his arm over Hope as he did, making a loose embrace.

“C’mere.”

Hope was startled; caught so off-guard he almost melted right into Snow’s side without resistance, even edging himself slightly closer on impulse. At one moment his leg brushed against Snow’s, skin-to-skin. He discovered Snow was hairy, bristly, like a Pulse desert plant he’d touched once. A thrill ran through him, a mix of pleasure and embarrassment; his smoothness on Snow’s coarseness. Snow was so bulky, he so small. He could hear the heartbeat in Snow’s bicep, where his ear was pressed. Could Snow hear his? He dreaded it, which only made it louder.

Such a big person he was. Hope wanted to lie on Snow’s front, stretch out against him; to see if, indeed, he could fit his entire self within the outline of Snow’s body; to feel the other parts of him. Would his body, someday, turn into something like Snow’s? One day, would he be able to keep Snow warm on a cold night with his embrace?

“Aren’t you excited?” Snow asked.

Hope almost jumped, being torn out of his reverie. “What about?”

“This world.”

“I like this world,” Hope replied. “But I’m afraid of it. It doesn’t exactly want to make friends.”

“That it does not. But think of everything new there must be for us to see. Maybe some new people, lurking around. There could be thinks we can’t even imagine, probably.” Snow smiled. “It’s gonna expand our minds. I always could’ve used a bigger mind.”

Hope soft-laughed into his chest.

After a while Snow asked, “You warm yet?”

Hope pretended to sleep.

Re: FFXIII, Snow/Hope

darcenciel - 2010-12-25 01:24 (UTC) - Expand

Re: FFXIII, Snow/Hope

nan - 2011-01-04 04:54 (UTC) - Expand

Basch/Penelo, she was a temptress, as bright and warm as fire but twice as dangerous. He couldn't look away.

So creative! I was just gtinteg ready to reply to another post that showed up in my reader and it disappeared. I just wanted to share that I understand about friendships and the struggles. I loved your mention of the Father not forming "cliques"....very touching and encouragement for me today.

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Seymour/Yuna, claws running over soft flesh

FFX, Auron/Rikku, she should have been annoying

~~Honestly? I just want some smut here, I don't care what kind. There isn't enough Balthier/Penelo smut in my life.~~ Balthier gets injured during battle and Penelo heals him. (Please, no OOC)

First non-anon, Woo!

Lachapin > Je sais que beaucoup de peenrsnos ont e9te9 de9e7ues du XII en effet. Et e9tant donne9 que cet opus est un cran en dessous Vous faites le bon choix ^^Donald87, Exelen > Honneatement, si j'avais pas e9te9 si impatiente, si j'avais attendu deux semaines, je l'aurais trouve9 e0 moitie9 prix sur certains sites et c'aurait e9te9 mieux -___-. Il vaut difficilement les 40€ que j'ai paye9 quand meame.

Fran teaches Penelo what it means to be a woman. ^.~

Auron/Braska, warm, slow, sensual sex. something in Macalania, maybe? it was so gorgeous there.

Sweets~

(take prompt and run with it!)

Gabranth recognizes Drace as one of the people who brought down his homeland.

I had this problem a few mtohns ago, that is how I found your blog. I used WP plugin to take of it. From security stand point is it better to do it your way, hard code, or use a plugin?Thank you for you!

Snuggling under a blanket / Keeping warm. Yes, Anyone/Anyone is totally 100% awesome for this prompt.

Late as always, but whatever! Hopefully one of these is what you were looking for. :)

Five Times Seifer Tried to Keep Quistis Warm

One [Once Upon A Time]

Even though the weather was warm and mild most of the year, it occasionally turned chilly, especially within the damp stone walls of the orphanage. A storm had blown up off the coast earlier and the staccato sound of the rain on the rooftops was a reminder of the biting winds that brought it.

Quistis shivered in her bed, trying to make do with only a thin cotton sheet. She turned over and looked longingly toward Selphie, asleep in the bed next to her, happily nestled in not one, but two, blankets. She'd been sick recently with a bad cold that had worried Matron, so when her friend had complained about the temperature, Quistis had dutifully offered up her coverlet. Selphie had been grateful, which had made Quistis happy, but she hadn't expected that she'd be freezing all night.

With another shiver, she turned again, presenting her back to the room. She could hear the soft, sleeping sounds of her friends, each oblivious to her dilemma. She could make out the snuffling sound Zell seemed to be making above the rest of the boys, and she wondered if he had caught Selphie's cold and would be the next one who was sick.

The girl shifted until she was on her back, staring up at the sloping stone ceiling as she tried to focus on anything but how cold her toes were. Maybe if she counted the raindrops -- 1, 2, 3...

Quistis didn't make it to 5 in her head because she felt a sharp tug on her hand, and the other one flew to cover her mouth so her surprised yelp wouldn't wake everyone else. She peered into the darkness at what had a hold of her hand and then had to stop herself from squealing again when a small light suddenly flashed on and illuminated a face inches from hers.

"Seifer!" she hissed, scrambling to sit up. "What are you doing? You're supposed to be in bed!"

He had his own blanket throw over his head like a cape as he clutched the old flashlight that Matron said was for emergencies only. "I'm not tired," he told her. Then, "You look cold."

She was cold and she told him so before adding, "Get back in your bed before you get us in trouble."

He ignored her and instead tugged again on her arm, trying to get her to join him on the floor. After a brief tussle, Quistis reluctantly followed his lead, landing in an ungraceful heap as she slid off the bed. As they tried to sort out their tangle of limbs, Quistis noticed the big rectangular-shaped item that Seifer had under his arm. "You're not supposed to use Matron's flashlight to sneak and read!"

Seifer rolled his eyes at her tone even as he adjusted the blanket so that it covered both of them. "She won't know if you don't tell her."

Quistis wanted to protest that that wasn't the point, but she was too busy relaxing into the cocoon of warmth Seifer had created around the two of them. He'd thrown the blanket over both of their heads to hide the flashlight's beam from the rest of the children, and she was pressed close to him as they squeezed together in the tight space. Seeking more relief, she buried her frozen toes against his shin.

"Hey!" he protested.

"You woke me up because you want me to read for you," she told him. "I read better and you know it."

He glared at her, thrusting the book into her hands, but he didn't disagree. "The one about the knight," he ordered. "The one who saves the kingdom and rides the white horse."

On any other night, she might've refused, but the warmth was too much to resist. Quistis ordered Seifer to hold the light just so, and then her quiet voice joined in with the sound of the rain as she entertained him with a story about the daring knight and the beautiful sorceress that saved the world.

Two [A Conjunction of Bodies]

There was something deceptive, Quistis reflected, about coastal weather. Balamb was always so warm on the beaches and the plains that it constantly surprised her how cold the nights -- and even days -- could be in the Gaulg Mountains on the island's northern hem. It had been cool but not pleasantly so when she and her companion had started their hike mid-morning, but now that the sun had dipped completely beneath the horizon, the chill was starting to set in, one that wasn't completely off-set by the small campfire they'd started. Sitting just on the edge of its fiery glow, Quistis wrapped her arms around herself in an effort to ward off the cold.

"Nice work, Trepe," Seifer said as he came back into the clearing they'd chosen for the campsite, carrying another armful of firewood. "You got the fire started and everything."

She shot him a glare at the obvious mockery in his voice. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this."

He dropped the wood near the tent they'd already pitched, then slouched down next to her in front of the fire. "What? This is a great idea." He made a vague gesture that seemed meant to encompass their bucolic surroundings. "I bet there's going to be a lot of camping in our future when we make SeeD."

"But this is our last free weekend," she protested. "After this, exams are just around the corner. I still have three texts I need to finish before I can even think about starting my review."

"Books?" Seifer snorted, shaking his head at her even as he carefully inspected the edge of his gunblade, looking for any minute damage. "This is real-life experience, which is way better than anything in those stupid texts they have us reading."

"The written exam is a huge part of SeeD qualifications," Quistis said. "You should remember that."

Seifer paused and gave her a strangely pensive look. For a moment, Quistis wasn't cold at all as she watched his animated face in the fire's red-orange light. "Everything I need to know about the fight I know here." Seifer tapped a glove hand against his chest. "It's what I was born to do."

She smiled, something soft and fond that he occasionally brought out in her when she didn't want to beat him senseless with her whip. "That's an awfully romantic view of SeeD, Seifer," she said. "I didn't know you had it in you."

"Yeah, well..." Seifer made a vague noise in the back of his throat as he made a show of his gunblade inspection. "Does this look like a nick to you?" He held it up for her to see.

"How do you think I can tell?" she asked, laughing. "It's pitch dark out here and I don't have my glasses."

Seifer grinned his acceptance of her limitation and laid the blade aside. "I guess it can wait until we get back."

"So why were you and Raijin coming up here anyway?" she asked, rubbing her hands over the back of her chilly arms.

Seifer looked confused. "Raijin?"

Quistis shot him a suspicious look. "You invited me because he backed out at the last minute, right?" It had been the story he'd given her the day before when he'd asked-begged-demanded (they were all the same with Seifer, sometimes) she join him on his little camping adventure.

"Maybe," he said, smirking. "Maybe not."

She elbowed him for his trouble. "But there is a reason?"

He held out on her for a minute before he answered. "Yes, okay? There's something I wanted to see."

Quistis made a show of looking around at the rocks and the shadowed trees, then up into the dark sky, littered with stars. "What?"

Seifer glanced between her face and the sky where she'd been looking. "You'll see."

Her doubt was palpable, even as she shivered against the wind that suddenly whipped up. "When?" she wanted to know.

"In a minute." When she apparently didn't look in the right direction, Seifer slung an arm over her shoulders, pulling her close so that her side was flush with his, touching from shoulder to ankle. She tensed under his touch, until he rolled his eyes. "Would you stop? Just look. Up there." He pointed to where the moon hung, heavy and luminous, above them.

"I could've seen the moon from my dorm room."

"Are you looking?" he asked. "Wait for it."

Quistis stared at the moon for a few minutes in silence, acutely aware of the heat radiating from Seifer's body. His arm was heavy but comforting across her shoulders and the thick fabric of his gray coat buffered some of the wind. Even as nice as the moment between them was, she was about to demand an explanation to their skywatch when she finally saw something -- a slim line of reddish shadow outlining the curve of the moon. As she watched, the line slowly marched across it, obscuring more and more of the moon's pearly white surface.

"Lunar eclipse," Seifer supplied, although Quistis recognized the phenomenon. "Cool, huh?"

"Yes," she agreed. She kept watching the shadow creep across the moon. "Wow."

Seifer inched a little closer, his arm tightening a little. "Yeah."

Instead of any of the several moves she'd used against other boys who'd gotten that close, Quistis settled against him to watch the celestial display in the cool mountain air.

Three [The Last Straw]

"Are you sure you're all right?" Xu asked in concern. "Maybe we should have a doctor check you out before we go?"

Quistis shook her head and fought her rattling teeth to choke out an answer. "I'm just wet," she said. "And cold. I'll be fine."

Xu didn't look convinced but she didn't argue. "You did good work today, Quistis," she told her. "Exactly what a SeeD should do." With a quick squeeze of her arm, Xu left her alone, headed straight for the throng of SeeD and cadet teams milling around several yards away.

Quistis was glad to see her go, and she fought off a shuddering breath as she turned away. She knew Xu was just trying to be encouraging given the dramatic events that had surrounded the SeeD field test, but Quistis wasn't sure she could stand it at the moment. All through the day, her training had held firm, and she'd been calm, collected -- completely professional. But now that it was over, she was fighting against the insane impulse to burst into tears.

Doubled over and shivering, Quistis trudged toward the transport vessel, craving solitude she couldn't find on the crowded shore. As she suspected, the boat was completely empty; she slid into a seat with a relieved sigh, still huddled over to preserve as much heat as she could, given that she was damp from head to toe. Her hair was falling out of its usually orderly confinement, streaks of sopping blond tendrils that stuck to her neck and ears. Quistis leaned back in the seat and closed her eyes.

It didn't feel like more than a moment had passed before she heard raised voices outside of the transport. The first she identified was Xu's, crackling with anger. "Get your ass in here now," she was ordering someone. "You're in for it when we get back to Garden and I don't want to see your face before then, you hear me?"

"You're loud enough, anyway," Seifer retorted, his voice suddenly booming as he yanked open the door into the vessel. Quistis flinched at the sudden change in volume. He stalked inside, but he was too busy glaring back at Xu to notice Quistis.

"I mean it," Xu said, right before she closed the door. "Stay put."

Seifer let out a frustrated growl at the door before he turned around and saw Quistis. He looked startled by her presence, pale eyebrows raised.

"What?" she asked, reminded of her own anger.

"I figured you'd be with Medical," he said.

"I'm fine," she gritted out. She was still frigid and the shaking seemed to be getting worse. "No thanks to you."

Any concern in his face evaporated at her tone and a sneer twisted his lips. "I don't want to hear it."

"Don't want to hear what? How spectacularly you failed your SeeD field exam? How you almost got two other cadets killed?" She returned the sneer. "What is it you don't want to hear?"

"That is not what happened," he argued, making a cutting motion with his hand as if to dismiss her version of events. "Yeah, things went wrong, but I knew what I was doing. I would've never let --"

"You're not the one in charge!" Seifer seemed surprised by Quistis's volume, so she pressed the advantage. "You disobeyed orders and almost got your team caught!"

"I was actually doing something, unlike..."

Quistis didn't even realize she was on her feet until they were almost nose-to-nose. "Then you continued to ignore established protocol until I had to disobey direct orders to come after you!"

"Yeah, about that..."

"And now we'll both have to retake our exams because you still haven't learned to listen to anything but the voice in your head that tells you to jump into danger at every opportunity!"

"I..." Seifer broke off, scowling. "Damnit, Quistis, I can't argue with you when your lips are turning blue!"

"Then you shouldn't have gotten me trapped in a flooded underground cave!"

Seifer actually had enough decency to look chagrined. He reached out for her. "Quistis..."

"No!" She pulled away and went back to her seat, pointedly turning her back to him. "I'm the one who doesn't want to hear it anymore, Seifer. Leave me alone."

Seifer didn't answer immediately, but it was like every second he was silent just added to the fury he eventually unleashed. "So what? We have to take the test again. What the hell has really got you so pissed off?"

Something hitched in her chest, something cold and painful, but she ruthlessly suppressed the broken sound it wanted to force out of her throat. Suddenly, there wasn't enough energy left in her for anger; all she felt was an almost debilitating fatigue that she knew was more mental than physical. Her words, when they came, were quiet and resigned. "You almost got yourself killed too."

Silence followed and, with her head turned away, she wasn't even sure if he was still in the same part of the vessel. But then Quistis felt something heavy and woolen settling over her shoulders, something wonderfully warm. When she looked up, Seifer was watching her with a terrible expression that she couldn't name, now dressed only in his uniform pants and white undershirt.

She didn't express any thanks or even acknowledge the gesture, except by pulling the jacket more closely around her. Still, she didn't object when he sighed and threw himself into the seat next to hers.

The two of them waited in silence for the long journey home to begin.

(cont.)

FFVIII, Quistis/Seifer (2/2)

(Anonymous) - 2011-01-07 16:15 (UTC) - Expand

"But it never snows in the desert."

Balthier/Ashe, "Baby, it's cold outside"

Anyone/Anyone, under the mistletoe, in front a crowd

A/N: Don't know if this is what OP wanted but I had fun writing it.

It's already bad enough she had to come to this embarrassing shindig, but for Selphie to have the brass balls to ask that she wear a ridiculous costume, even if it was only a part of a costume, on top of all things - THAT was crossing the line.

"Selphie, there's not enough alcohol in the world that would get me to put on fake reindeer antlers and a red nose. Maybe if you KO'd me, you might get it on but know that once I'm revived I will come after you with Shiva and make you into a Selphie-flake," Quistis said, pushing the antlers and rubber nose back into the younger woman's hands.

Pouting, Selphie refused to give up. "At least wear the nose, for ten minutes and I'll leave you alone for the rest of the night."

"No."

Turning on the best pathetic and puppy dog face she could muster, including a lip quivering pout, Selphie waited, tears forming in the corners of her eyes for good measure. The blonde grimaced, trying to ignore the face but the longer Selphie stood there, looking as if Quistis had kicked her on top of telling her no, it was hard to ignore her. Sighing in defeat, Quistis held out her hand and made a face when Selphie whooped and jumped up in the air in victory.

Snapping on the rubber red nose and sighing, Quistis reminded herself that it was Christmas after all. As well, she quickly hoped that Selphie didn't expect a gift from her after making her do this. Refilling her glass of vodka and fruit punch, Quistis looked over the crowd of faces that laughed and talked around her. Leaning against a wall, she made small talk with drunk friends that passed back and forth. At some point, Selphie jumped on a table, obviously wasted, and began an impromptu rendition of 'Tik Tok' which halfway through turned into the theme song for Spongebob Squarepants.

"DRUNKARD," a voice said from beside Quistis, surprising her.

"I've never seen her this drunk before," Quistis laughed, wiping her eyes as she turned and saw Fujin by her side.

"STRANGE." Fujin nodded at Selphie.

"Not strange, just... Off. That's the best way to phrase Selphie."

Fujin raised an eyebrow in thought, turning to watch the brunette for a moment more before shrugging and turning back to Quistis. This time she smirked.

"NOSE."

Remembering she still had the rubber nose, Quistis blushed in embarrassment and reached up to snatch it off, maybe even burn it later when she was safe from prying eyes. Fujin stopped Quistis' hand just before her face, shaking her head to the blonde's questioning look.

"CUTE."

"Don't be stu...," Quistis began but was interrupted by an arm around her shoulder.

"Heeeeeeey, guys!" Selphie giggled. "Wait, you're not guys. You're chicks."

Just to make sure, a drunken hand palmed Quistis' breast making the blonde splutter and blush brighter than she had been a moment ago. Selphie, nodded to herself as if just proving some theory she always had.

"Yep, definitely girl." Tossing her head back, Selphie laughed loudly and danced away. "By the way," she called a few steps away, "guess what you two are standing under?"

Looking up, both women saw a mistletoe above them. Several people nearby also noticed and turned bemused looks to Fujin and Quistis who both looked very uncomfortable all of a sudden. Opening her mouth to protest, Quistis turned her gaze to Selphie who wagged her finger, made a kissy face, and winked at her. Oh, she was definitely going to find some way to pay back the brunette after this was all said and done. Swallowing the tug of blue magic that itched to aide her in killing a certain someone, the blonde turned to Fujin.

"Doesn't look like we have a choice."

"NO."

Closing her eyes, Quistis leaned into Fujin and felt the soft breath of the other woman on her lips. Her heart should not be racing as much as it was right then, waiting in anticipation of what was to come. Fujin touched lips with her a second later, sending a wave of cheers and catcalls through the crowd around them. Except, Quistis wasn't listening to them. Only the sound of her blood rushing about in her ears could be heard and she forgot for a moment that she was suppose to be uncomfortable or embarrassed.

Almost reluctant, she pulled away to see Fujin grinning. Confused by this, she was interrupted, again, by Selphie clapping her on the back.

"Atta girl! Make sure to add more tongue next time," Selphie said before wandering off to find someone else to mortify.

"RIGHT."

Shocked, Quistis stared at Fujin wondering if she had heard right.

"What's right?"

"TONGUE," Fujin said with a mischievous smile.

Fujin reached up and removed the red nose from Quistis' face and kissed her exposed nose lightly. This was definitely turning out to be one hell of a strange Christmas party, Quistis thought to herself as she found herself chuckling and leaning in to kiss the other woman again.

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Seymour/Yuna, "I'll keep you warm."

Le sigh. Whatever happened to types like Celes? I liked her. She can whack you with a nice, sharp sword, or aosrbb your pathetic magic and fling it back at you, all the while sneering at your perception of her as an Imperial floozy! I mean, fine, she was wearing the leotard and tights instead of a sensible bit of armor, but it's pretty clear Squaresoft didn't spend more frames of animation on her jiggling breasts (nonexistent, by the way) than in the rest of FF6.

Selphie/Irvine, gift exchange

Fang/Lightning, realizing it's a winter holiday

Hey, Anji!Just to say that, due to an odd glitch that I coudln’t fix, Me and My Army has had to be moved, and I coudln’t keep the old URL. It’s now at feminist-army.blogspot.com. I'm currently looking up anyone who links to me so they don't end up with broken links, it's going to be a fun morning. Also, I love reading your posts! I always enjoy feminist blogs that are written unapologetically (even if I don't always agree with the views expressed), it's something I find so hard to do at times. You're inspirational!

Fang and Vanille tie Lightning up and force her to tell them what she really thinks of them. Bonus points if it becomes about their naked bodies and naughty sexytime things, and more bonus points if Fang looking and smelling like she's never taken a bath in her life becomes a focal point.

>never taken a bath in her life

...ew

Re: FFXIII, Fang/Vanille/Lightning

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Re: FFXIII, Fang/Vanille/Lightning

sexychocobo - 2010-12-17 18:58 (UTC) - Expand

Seifer/Zell, rough sloppy cocksucking porn

As soon as Zell walked into the room he'd booked at the single, worn down motel in Fisherman's Horizon, Seifer had him pressed against the wall, sucking the air out of his lungs in a vicious kiss. Zell grappled against him, pushing against his shoulders before wrapping one leg around Seifer's knee, destroying his balance and pushing him down, keeping him pinned to the ground by his shoulders.

"Shit, Seifer, are you really going to try and outmatch me at hand-to-hand combat?" Zell said, lips curled back in grin.

Seifer sneered up at him before locking his ankles over Zell's, using his greater height and weight to reverse their positions. Straddling Zell's lap and slamming his wrists to the ground, Seifer sneered. "Too cocky, Dincht," he said, before leaning down and pressing a sloppy kiss against the corner of his mouth. "How long have you got?"

Zell shrugged awkwardly against the floor. "A week," he said. "Told everyone I was going to visit Selphie over in Trabia. She'll back me up."

"Nice," Seifer murmured, pressing another kiss against Zell's mouth before rearing back, getting to his feet and moving to the bed. He smirked and tossed his head up. "C'mere."

Dropping to his knees, Zell stared up at Seifer with narrowed eyes as he worked to undo his belt. "You better not leave me hanging like fucking last time," he muttered, pulling Seifer's pants down roughly.

"Not possible," Seifer said as Zell nuzzled his cock through his briefs. "You know nothing gets you hotter than sucking cock. You'll probably come before I do."

Zell curled his lips back in what was more a grimace than a smile and nipped sharply. "Watch it, asshole," he said. "You've got me on my knees but I still got you by the nutsack." To emphasize this point, he reached up and stroke Seifer's balls roughly through thin fabric, letting his fingers dig in.

Seifer hissed, hips bucking. "Come on, Dincht," he said. "Stop teasing or you can head back to Balamb."

Zell frowned and pressed an open, wet kiss against the cotton fabric. "Fuck off, we both know you don't mean that," he said, before pulling Seifer's briefs down; the elastic caught on the head of Seifer's cock before bouncing free. Seifer's cock slapped against the smooth planes of his abdomen and left a smear of fluid. Wrapping one hand around the cock, Zell stroked it a couple of times before opening his mouth and taking it in, laving the head with his tongue while his lips tightened around the shaft.

"Shit." Seifer tilted his head back, hands gripping Zell hair, pulling and jerking to force him to take more. Zell obliged, sliding his mouth further down until it hit the back of his throat; he swallowed around it. Hips jerking forward, Seifer hissed, looking down at Zell.

"That's it," he said, the words a harsh whisper. "This is how I like you the best, mouth stretched around my cock, trying to take what I give you." His hips bucked higher and Zell drew back, taking a deep breath even as spit and precome stretched between his lips and Seifer's cock.

"Fuck, don't do that," Zell said hoarsely, glaring up.

Seifer rubbed one hand against Zell's cheek, the other tugging him closer to his cock. "I know you can take it," he murmured. "Come on, Dincht, show me what you can do."

Zell took a deep breath and pressed a kiss on the tip of Seifer's cock before tilting his head and running his lips up and down the shaft, tongue skimming over sensitive skin. His hands cupped and squeezed Seifer's balls, one going up to following his mouth up and down the cock. Leaning upwards and hunching over Seifer's lap, resting his forearms over his thighs as he started bobbing rabidly over Seifer's cock, spit covering the shaft and dripping down his chin.

Seifer hissed, hands going to Zell head, just watching him bob up and down with a mix of lust and affection, even as his mouth kept up a steady stream of filth. "Fuck being a SeeD, this is what you were meant to do, gobble down cock like it's the best thing you could ever get. Take it a little deeper, that's it..."

Zell paused, mouth barely touching Seifer's cock, before starting a steady slide down. He didn't stop until his lips touched the base of of Seifer's cock, nose nuzzling against his belly, throat filled with cock; then he swallowed around it as if trying to get it even deeper and Seifer gave a shout as he started to come.

Zell pulled back mid-orgasm, sputtering and coughing as come splashed across his face. Seifer slumped back on the bed, hands over his head, pants around his ankles, chest rising and falling as he panted.

After a moment, Zell crawled up on the bed and laid down beside Seifer, wiping come from his face. "Ugh, gross," he said, frowning. "It's in my hair." His lips were red, swollen, and it got him a little hot just thinking about it.

Seifer looked at him before reaching over and wiping a thumb across his cheek. "After sucking my cock like that, you're going to turn prudish now?" He pushed the thumb into Zell's mouth before letting his head rest on the pillow, a satisfied smirk on his lips.

Zell let him lay for a moment before halfheartedly shoving at him. "Hey, I didn't come," he said. "I guess sucking your cock just isn't as amazing as you think, huh?"

Seifer rolled over and huffed laughter against his neck. "I'm sure that's not it. Maybe there's something wrong with your dick?" At Zell's snort, he asked, "How long did you say you had?"

"A week."

Smirking, Seifer kicked his shoes and pants off and yawned. "Then we've got plenty of time to get to you."

"Fuck off, Seifer," Zell said, sitting up and gesturing at his lap. "You're responsible for this. Or maybe," he rubbed himself through his jeans. "I'll just take care of it myself, bastard."

Seifer blinked, unsure if he thought that was hot or ridiculous or some kind of mixture of both. "What makes you think it'll bother me if you rub one off right now?" he asked, eyebrows raising.

Zell whined. "Come on, asshole, stop being such a fucker and suck my cock!"

Seifer laughed and said, "Oh my, do you kiss Leonhart with that mouth?" but before Zell could parse what he said and get truly angry - mentioning Squall tended to that - he rolled Zell under him and sucked at his neck as he worked open his jeans. As soon as he had them pushed to Zell's thighs, Seifer dove down and swallowed his cock, throat working around it.

"Fuck," Zell cried out, hands automatically going to Seifer's hair before moving to his shoulders, fingers kneading against the muscle. "Holy shit, give me a sec-fuck!" Zell hissed as he came; broken, nearly painful whimpers escaped his throat.

Seifer caught his seed and but didn't swallow; moving back up the bed, he kissed Zell, pushing his own come in his mouth. Zell made a small sound and kissed him back, strong hands moving up to cup the back of Seifer's head, before he pulled away, panting. "You asshole," he said. "That was too fucking fast."

Entirely too pleased with himself, Seifer smirked. "You were the one who was in such a hurry," he said, stretching his arms up against the headboard, rolling his shoulders, working the kinks out. "I suggested waiting."

"You know what I mean," Zell muttered.

Seifer laughed and got out of bed. "Fuck, you're so damn whiny. I'm taking a shower."

"You better hope I'm still here when you get out," Zell called out as Seifer entered the bathroom.

"For some reason, I think you will be," Seifer replied, shutting the door with a quiet shnik.

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