Prompt: Kyo/Tohru fluff

Summary: Tohru had wondered if Kyo would change once he wasn’t “the cat” anymore.

Kyo didn’t change all that much after the curse was lifted from the Sohmas. His hair still bristled wildly when he was angry. His temper still flared every now and again, especially when he felt like he was being pressured, and people would swear that he was growling no matter how vehemently he denied it.

He was still able to leap from the third floor of the school and land on his feet unharmed. It was because he’d been trained in martial arts, he claimed, but there were those who did not believe him.

Cats were often seen following him around on the street. They didn’t show up in abundance like they had in the past—one or two at most. He’d given up trying to escape them long ago, and sometimes he even stopped to play with them.

And, of course Tohru thought, smiling down at Kyo’s head resting on her knee, he still loves taking naps while soaking up the sunlight.  He leaned into her hand while she stroked his head, a happy purring sound resonating from his throat.  She couldn’t help but giggle at how adorable he was.

Kyo cracked an eye open and peered up at her, looking for all the world like a cat that had just been disturbed from its nap.  ”What’s up?”

“Just thinking that I’m glad you’re still you,” she told him, mussing about with his hair.

“Of course I am,” he said lazily, nuzzling his head against her instinctivly as his eye closed shut again.  ”Who else would I be?”

She beamed down at him, her heart swelling with warmth, and wondered why she had ever worried he would change.

Prompt: Just something cute and squishable. It can be romantic, it can be friendship with just a hint of squishyness, or seriously just whatever you think is adorable.

Summary: The Kazekage sees a lot of Sakura these days.

Gaara was just reaching for another stack of papers when he heard his office door click open. He was not entirely unsurprised at the intrusion, despite the late hour.

“Sakura-san,” he acknowledged, and she stepped in and took a seat across from his desk. “What brings you here?”

“I was just passing through, Kazekage-sama,” she said cheerfully. Part of Gaara rather thought that Sakura took missions to allow her to pass through his village on purpose. The other part of him thought that she just pushed herself so she could detour though Sunagakure regardless whether the mission brought her in that direction. Either way, he certainly wasn’t going to tell her to stop coming.

She pulled out a thermos and a cup. The liquid inside the thermos was clearly piping hot, and it steamed as she poured it.

“A new brew?” he asked, reaching out to take the mug from her when she offered it.

“Just a little something I whipped up,” the kunoichi replied, and Gaara fought the urge to snort. He’d made inquiries. Sakura didn’t just make tea for people willy-nilly. She took the time to research and prepare ingredients that would aid the person she was brewing for. She’d been tweaking his personal recipe for months, now.

He took a sip and felt more relaxed than he had in days almost immediately. He could feel his demon-ravaged chakra pathways even out, his frayed nerves settling, his very soul knitting itself back together. It wasn’t easy for him to function without Shukaku, but due to Sakura’s regular visits, he was slowly healing.

“Thank you, Sakura,” he said, his eyes boring into hers, his voice low and husky. And even though it was quite a normal thing to say under the circumstances, something about his tone and expression had the kunoichi blushing.

“It’s my pleasure, Gaara,” she told him seriously, hoping her words rang with as much truth and appreciation as his.

Prompt/Summary: Aang drags Zuko into a crazy adventure. Strange ATLA-verse animals are a bonus.

Zuko folded his arms across his chest and eyed the creature on the ground impassively. It had a coat of shaggy brown and black fur, oversized ears, a prehensile trunk, and a long, bushy, twitching tail.

“This,” the Fire Lord said, sweeping his hand in the direction of the animal, “is the reason you had me take leave?  I thought you said it was important!”  The creature sat back on its haunches and chittered cutely. Zuko scowled.

“But it is important!” Aang protested, dropping one knee to scritch behind the critter’s ridiculously large ears. “The elemonks are just coming out of hibernation, so it’s the best time to ride one! They’re really elusive, you know.” He pouted. “But this one is way too small to ride. We need to find a bigger one before they all go into hiding!” He looked up at his companion with big, pleading eyes, but Zuko was having none of it.

“No way am I having any part in this,” he said, shaking his head. “Last time you dragged me out I ended up waterlogged and starving with swamp-algae in my underpants.  I’ve learned my lesson; you can find one by yourself.” 

Unfortunately, as he turned to make his way back to where they’d left Appa earlier, a loud, angry trumpeting sounded from behind him, and the ground began to rumble and shake. An absolutely enormous elemonk was charging right towards them, and Zuko spared a precious moment to wonder just how something that size could possibly be elusive before his survival instincts kicked in.

“All right!” Aang cheered, apparently gearing up to hop onto the beast’s back.

“Aw crap,” Zuko groaned, grabbing Aang’s wrist and making a run for it despite the Avatar’s protests.  It looked like it was going to be long, long day.

Prompt: Dark, angsty smut / urm…PWP. XD

Summary: Jareth wakes up to find Sarah in his room. 

Jareth woke sharply when he felt the uninvited presence enter his bedchamber.  There was Sarah, a vision in white—albiet very transparent white. As she sauntered towards the bed, he could see that the skimpy top she wore was the only thing she wore.

“What…how…” the usually loquacious Goblin King was at a loss for words.  Sarah smirked and hitched one knee up onto the bed.

“What nobody knew is that the Goblin King fell in love with the girl, and had given her certain powers,” she quoted, crawling on top of him seductively.  ”Except I did know, and after I won, you couldn’t take them back.” 

Jareth could barely breathe as Sarah drew back the covers, but she seemed quite content to monologue.

“I’ve worked so hard to be fit to rule beside you,” she said, pausing to purr with satisfaction at finding him naked. She raked her fingernails across his chest, and he hissed with pleasure.  ”All those classes…law, politics, economy, etiquette…” She leaned forward and murmured low in his ear, “All for you.”

With those words she impaled herself on his throbbing manhood, and he gasped at how hot and slick and tight she was for him.  ”Sarah,” he moaned.  ”Oh Sarah…”

His hips thrust to meet her own movements, and her hands fisted in his wild hair as she mewled with pleasure. His hands roamed her entire body—the curve of her breast, the swell of her hips, her pert little ass. And it wasn’t long before he sent her over the edge, her entrance throbbing around his length, and he cried out her name as he hit his own blinding climax.

He awoke the next morning only to find that his sheets were soiled, and he was alone.

Prompt/Summary: Tea Break with Sesshoumaru and Doctor Who

Youkai had arrived in Japan long ago, back when Earth was just starting out. Their own planet had been utterly destroyed by war and famine and disease brought on by a hostile takeover, and those that were left managed to flee the harsh regime set before them and found a new home on the then-unknown planet Earth.

Unfortunately for the youkai, the bacteria native to Earth played havoc with the youkai genetics, mutating and warping many of them into thoughtless creatures unrecognizable from their original forms.  Some, however, managed to adapt to the changes the bacteria wroght in their systems and became new powerful beings, and it was those who managed to lead and control those that had become mindless. In this way they managed to live semi-decent lives, most forgetting their origins and all forgetting their lost technology.

That is, until the native life on Earth evolved into homosapiens, who grew to fear and loathe the youkai and their strange powers. Slowly but surely, the youkai died out - some by humans, certainly, but strange mutations still claimed many, and others simply could not cope with the fast-paced changes that humanity brought to their planet.

The Doctor had thought the youkai were extinct, yet here was one sitting before him, sipping tea without a care in the world. A youkai that had once been a feudal lord. He was pretty sure he never had a feudal lord in the TARDIS before, and he never expected to, really. Feudal lords were harsh, stubborn, and unforgiving. It was mind-boggling to see one sipping tea in a business suit.

He supposed it had something to do with the cheerful and quite loquatious Japanese girl who was busily chattering away with Rose on the other side of the TARDIS. The Doctor didn’t quite know how she had managed to meet the youkai Sesshoumaru, but he could guess. The girl practically reaked of background radiation even before he had picked her up.

He wondered if she was the reason that Sesshoumaru had managed to survive and adapt while the others of his species died out  - he knew he had something to live for in the future. Someone to remember and fight for and live on to find again.

He wondered if Rose would be the same for him, alone and broken though he was.

The eerie feeling of someone watching him pulled The Doctor out of his thoughts and noted that Sesshoumaru’s golden eyes were staring at him impassively. The Doctor grinned and lifted his mug.

“To sole survivors,” he said, and the youkai’s lip twitched as he lifted his own mug in response.

“To sole survivors.”

Prompt/Summary: Hunny reminds Haruhi that he IS an adult male, with adult desires, after all.

They had assured her that Tamaki’s greenhouse was now safe, and promised her that they would not allow her to be separated from the group again, and yet when she paused to admire a particularly lovely flower, they had walked on ahead and lost her.

In hindsight she really ought to have stayed put, but she thought she could hear their voices up ahead. Then she somehow ended up where all sorts of vicious, thorny, Haruhi-eating plants were kept—not dangerous my ass, she thought lividly—and now she was covered in scratches and abrasions and her dress was torn from her daring escape.

She was standing still in what she presumed was a safe path for a few minutes, hoping someone would find her and anxiously shifting from foot to foot, when suddenly a yellow blur knocked the wind out of her and sent her toppling onto her back.  Haruhi grunted when she hit the ground, dust from the path blinding her for a moment.  She gripped the thing that had knocked her over and tugged and struggled futilely as she coughed and her eyes watered, but it wasn’t budging.

So this is it then, Haruhi thought with a sigh, resigning herself to her apparently fate of becoming plant fertilizer. But then the dust cleared and she realized that it was Hunny who had bowled her over, Hunny whose shirt she was fisting with a white-knuckled grip, Hunny who was holding her shoulders down with massive strength…

Hunny who was gazing at her with an expression not at all suitable for a boy.

His eyes were almost primal, filled with need and want and completely transforming his normally boyish face into something much more mature, and as he leaned in towards Haruhi she only had time to think that he wasn’t a boy at all before his mouth was on hers.

The kiss was rough and she gasped at the contact, allowing his tongue to sweep against hers. But it was over quickly and he sat up again, wiping a bit of blood from the corner of his mouth where it had rubbed off from a scratch on her face.

And as suddenly as he appeared, Hunny was gone again, running down the path and sounding as much of a child as he always did. “Mori!  Mori!” he shouted, and Haruhi saw that Mori was indeed on his way to the scene. “I found Haruhi!  She had a boo-boo, but I kissed it all better!”

“Did you, now?” Mori said obligingly, patting Hunny on the head.

Dazed, Haruhi let Mori and a beaming Hunny pull her too her feet, and tried not to think about the warmth in the pit of her stomach that had replaced the aches and pains of her injuries.

Prompt: Sarah/Jareth fic - something seductive

Summary: Sarah chooses her words carefully.

Sarah dreamt of the Goblin King all the time, to the point where even when she was awake she could feel his breath next to her ear, his hands caressing her breasts, his length sliding in and out of her with slow, powerful strokes. The very thought of her recurring dreams brought with it a heat low in her belly that would only be relieved with her release.

Frankly, she was getting sick of it.

She stood and paced the room, rolling the crystal ball he had left in her bedroom four years ago after she ran the Labyrinth.  Words were important to the fae, Sarah knew, and what was said cannot be unsaid. She wanted to be satisfied—she just didn’t want to be kidnapped as part of the process.

A slow grin spread across her face. She paused in her pacing, gripped the crystal in both hands, and said resolutely, “I wish the Goblin King would take me. Right now.”

And then he was there, pressed flush against her with one arm snaked around her waist, and she thought that this was a much better entrance than the one he made the first time she had summoned him.

“You naughty little thing,” he drawled, and she could feel his hardness through his thin leather pants. “I’m going to make you regret those words.”

I’m going to make you wish I could do this to you every night, was the unspoken promise in his dancing eyes.

She smirked seductivly at him as she thrust her hips against his.  ”I’m counting on it.”

Prompt/Summary: I want disturbing smut involving chocolate, JavaScript, old Nickelodeon shows, and vampires. Go!

The redhead plopped down on the couch beside her companion with a sigh. She had just run all over setting things up. Are You Afraid of the Dark? was playing on the television, and she had a nice hot plate of chocolate-chip brownies in her hands.

Playfully, she tried to shove a brownie into her friend’s mouth, but he easily caught her wrist and plucked the dessert from her hand before eating it himself. She pouted, but he ignored it.

“That’s not Javascript, you know,” he said, glancing at the cap she had put on while she was in the kitchen. <HEAD>, it read, stating the obvious.

“It’s the best I can do,” she said, grabbing her own brownie and settling back to watch the show. It was the episode where a vampire walks out of a filmstrip. It was pretty cheesy, but they were all pretty cheesy.

“And before you ask, you don’t get any smut, either,” she added, tugging on his long hair and trying to sound irritated, which prompted a smirk from him. “Nice try, though.”

Table of contents for Cherry Popping

1. Cherry Popping #1: Bittersweet

Fandom: Naruto
Genre: General, Vignette, angst?
Pairing: Sai/Sakura
Rating: PG-14
Word Count: 166
Summary: Sometimes, Sakura turns up at Sai’s door.

He remembered the first time it happened. She had shown up on his doorstep, eyes slightly red from crying but determined nonetheless, and struck a bargain with him.

“Sai, if you help me to forget, I’ll help you to feel.”

She had done things to him that nobody had ever done before, touched him in ways that he never would have imagined she would. He had writhed and shivered under her hands and she practically glowed as she rode him, the strain and sadness lifting off of her features.

Sakura had kept her promise—now he could feel, and it was all needing and yearning and bittersweet ecstasy that made his heart tug painfully in his chest with each murmur and caress. Every time she appeared at his door, he desperately hoped that this would be the night where he held up his end of the bargain and made her forget the dark-haired, red-eyed man that had betrayed their village so that she would see only him.

As humans they were always alone, but as symbiotes of the vajra they were intimately connected through song. Each knew the other’s heart and mind. Happiness and sorrow alike were shared between them whenever they sang—and they both sang quite a lot, for singing had always been a part of them.

It didn’t take long for them to realize that if one was suffering, the other would suffer right along with her, and neither girl could bear to be the cause of the other’s suffering.

With that, the decision was easily made. To the boy who could not make a choice, they gave a ultimatum:

Both, or neither.