Girl Smut!!
Jun. 23rd, 2005 07:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dethoratsTitle: Aid
Rating: PG/PG-13ish for implications
Word Count: 151
“C, Captain Hina!” Tashigi couldn’t help but call the woman by her title in a situation like this. “How did you get that? Why did you get that?”
“This?” Hina grinned, eyes sparkling in a way that Tashigi had become all too familiar with since landing at Alabasta. “Hina has always wondered, you know. Haven’t you?”
“Not really.” Tiny shudders ran up her as she watched Hina play with her pilfered item. “It has seastone in it. Doesn’t that make you uncomfortable?”
“Just a little. Just enough.” Hina had stared at her then, eyes paradoxically fathoms deep and yet so surface bright she could see her own reflection beginning to nod.
She’d never been in this position before; Hina had never asked and she’d never wanted. But suddenly she did. Hina had never been so open this way before and it was Captain – no Colonel – Smoker’s…this was going to be interesting.
A/N: durr. I am lazy and don't feel like looking up what Smoker got promoted to after the Alabasta debacle. It might be colonel but it's probably not.
Title: Boy Toy
Rating: Hard R
Word Count: 338
He was never one hundred percent sure how it had happened. He’d been minding his own business, creeping quietly down the narrow corridor of the ship in search of a particular cabin when SHE’d stepped out of the shadows right in front of him. He’d been cautioned of course, and he’d actually laughed when she ran her fingers over his arms and bound him. He’d flickered briefly and listened to the telling thud of metal on wood. He’d smirked when she’d done it again, only to find that this time her fingers were playing with one nipple, his arms were pressed tightly to his body by a black metal band, and strange weakness suffused him from the back. There had never been any type of warning about the lieutenant.
They’d left him neatly bound on a double bed made to exacting marine precision; sweaty, dripping, and nearly incoherent. They’d given him quite the show, and he’d lapped it all up, lapped them up when they took turns crawling over his face. They were still kissing when they walked out the door, leaving his cock covered in them and aching beneath yet another bit of black metal. Worst of all was the low persistent ache filling him. Bound as he was, as long as it was, he couldn’t get enough leverage to move on it.
That had almost been enough to make him stop, to resist, protest, but the look on that woman’s face told him that it would be worth it in the end. Only the lieutenant had touched him with it, fucking him with a skill he hadn’t expected. She’d left it buried deep but not quite deep enough, smiling at him when they’d gone. He had only hoped that it was true, that the bonds would only last another half hour without her presence to sustain them. He wasn’t sure he could take longer than that. Turned out she was right, but he’d forgotten about the seastone. And Smoker, that bastard, had taken his time reminding him.
A/N: Lord, I think Hina must've gotten Tashigi drunk for that one.
Rating: PG/PG-13ish for implications
Word Count: 151
“C, Captain Hina!” Tashigi couldn’t help but call the woman by her title in a situation like this. “How did you get that? Why did you get that?”
“This?” Hina grinned, eyes sparkling in a way that Tashigi had become all too familiar with since landing at Alabasta. “Hina has always wondered, you know. Haven’t you?”
“Not really.” Tiny shudders ran up her as she watched Hina play with her pilfered item. “It has seastone in it. Doesn’t that make you uncomfortable?”
“Just a little. Just enough.” Hina had stared at her then, eyes paradoxically fathoms deep and yet so surface bright she could see her own reflection beginning to nod.
She’d never been in this position before; Hina had never asked and she’d never wanted. But suddenly she did. Hina had never been so open this way before and it was Captain – no Colonel – Smoker’s…this was going to be interesting.
A/N: durr. I am lazy and don't feel like looking up what Smoker got promoted to after the Alabasta debacle. It might be colonel but it's probably not.
Title: Boy Toy
Rating: Hard R
Word Count: 338
He was never one hundred percent sure how it had happened. He’d been minding his own business, creeping quietly down the narrow corridor of the ship in search of a particular cabin when SHE’d stepped out of the shadows right in front of him. He’d been cautioned of course, and he’d actually laughed when she ran her fingers over his arms and bound him. He’d flickered briefly and listened to the telling thud of metal on wood. He’d smirked when she’d done it again, only to find that this time her fingers were playing with one nipple, his arms were pressed tightly to his body by a black metal band, and strange weakness suffused him from the back. There had never been any type of warning about the lieutenant.
They’d left him neatly bound on a double bed made to exacting marine precision; sweaty, dripping, and nearly incoherent. They’d given him quite the show, and he’d lapped it all up, lapped them up when they took turns crawling over his face. They were still kissing when they walked out the door, leaving his cock covered in them and aching beneath yet another bit of black metal. Worst of all was the low persistent ache filling him. Bound as he was, as long as it was, he couldn’t get enough leverage to move on it.
That had almost been enough to make him stop, to resist, protest, but the look on that woman’s face told him that it would be worth it in the end. Only the lieutenant had touched him with it, fucking him with a skill he hadn’t expected. She’d left it buried deep but not quite deep enough, smiling at him when they’d gone. He had only hoped that it was true, that the bonds would only last another half hour without her presence to sustain them. He wasn’t sure he could take longer than that. Turned out she was right, but he’d forgotten about the seastone. And Smoker, that bastard, had taken his time reminding him.
A/N: Lord, I think Hina must've gotten Tashigi drunk for that one.
