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3 Drabbles - OUaT, Glee & Hannibal
Title: One Track Mind
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing: Belle/Ruby, Ruby’s POV
Prompt: wet requested by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
swan_secrets. Drabbletag 6 at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 242
Summary: Ruby can only think about one thing.
Notes: Beta read by the fantasticlanalucy.
Run. Run. Run.
It’s all you can think - wind in your fur and forest floor beneath your paws. You’re absolutely free.
You’ve been itching the whole day to transform into the wolf and now nothing can hold you back as you dart into the forest.
You lose track of time. You’ve no idea for how long you’ve been running when it starts to rain – not just drizzling, but pouring down on you. Thunder grumbles and lightning illuminates the night sky. It’s your cue to run home.
By the time you reach town you’re soaked. The door to the library flies open and Belle’s standing in the doorway, wearing a yellow nightgown. She must’ve waited for you. You feel love for her spread across your chest and before you know it you’re jumping, tackling Belle to the ground and lapping at her face.
“Ruby, stop it,” Belle giggles, smiling widely.
Realizing what you’re doing, you let up on her. Instinct lets you shake off the water; it’s spraying in every direction.
Belle scolds you playfully. “Bad wolf. Look what you’ve done. Now I’m all wet and dirty too.”
In the blink of an eye you shift back to your human form, standing naked and dripping in front of a gorgeous looking Belle. “I like having that effect on you.” You grin.
She envelops you in a hug before your hungry lips find each other.
Belle. Belle. Belle.
It’s all you can think.
The End
Title: It’s Brittany, Bitch!
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Prompt: Domme/Sub requested byswan_secrets. Drabbletag 6 at femslash100
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 231
Summary: Maybe it's not such a good idea to reverse their roles, but maybe it is.
Notes: My awesome betareader islanalucy
“Brit?” Santana was uncertain and a little bit worried. It had been God knew how long since Brittany had gone, leaving her naked except for a black ball mask around her eyes and a strap-on attached to her hips. “Brit, are you all right?” Santana’s wrists were bound to a spreader bar above her head. She felt exposed “Are you still there?”
When there was no reply, Santana started to doubt her suggestion to reverse their usual roles. She’d thought a change in power dynamics might spark their sex life anew. Now she wasn’t so sure Brittany was up to the task. Maybe she’d demanded too much of her sweet girl.
Just when Santana considered screaming for help Brittany appeared in the doorway, wearing her skin-tight, red lacquer outfit from Glee club’s Britney week. Santana’s center throbbed in response.
“It’s Brittany, bitch”, Brittany said.
Santana’s jaw dropped: she could hear the vinyl squeaking as Brittany walked. “Oh sweet baby Jesus,” she whispered in reverence, already wet.
Brittany walked over slowly to where Santana was hanging from the ceiling. “You belong to me. You’re my little sexy pet,” she declared, voice firm. “You’ll obey me and take whatever I decide to give you… treat or punishment.” The crop struck Santana hard and sudden across her bare ass.
Santana yelped. “Yes, my Goddess,” she replied dutiful, happily accepting her role as the sub.
The End
Title: A Little Less Broken
Fandom: Hannibal
Pairing: Alana/Bedelia
Prompt: broken requested byfresh_brainss. Drabbletag 6 at femslash100
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 244
Summary: Bedelia touches something in Alana that Margot isn't able to.
Notes: Beta read by my dear friendlanalucy
Every time before Alana approached Bedelia’s office, she asked herself why she constantly came back here. The answer was simple, but to admit it much more difficult. Bedelia filled something in her, touched something Margot wasn’t able to.
“Close your eyes,” Bedelia instructed, when they were both sitting in opposite armchairs. “Concentrate on your breathing and listen to my voice.”
This was where the dangerous path began. Alana relaxed almost instantly at the smooth and husky sound of Bedelia’s voice. Her mind started to wander.
After finding out the truth about Hannibal and being pushed out a window, she’d been a broken bird, lying on the pavement. What had been physically broken had healed now; scars and a walking stick were the only remainders. What had happened to her soul, though, only Bedelia could understand, as she too had been in the jaws of Hannibal.
Alana’s mind drifted further, the pictures in her head swirling around, intermingling and blurring until they became sensual. Naked skin, soft moans, hands and tongues filled her thoughts.
“Open your eyes,” Bedelia whispered into Alana’s ear.
Alana watched her arousal glistening on Bedelia’s fingers as Bedelia retrieved her hand from inside Alana’s lingerie. Bedelia licked one after the other clean. Her own hand was still inside her panties, stroking lightly over her swollen pussy prolonging and relishing in the last waves of her orgasm.
Every time Alana left Bedelia’s office she was still damaged but a little less broken.
The End
Feeling:
hungry
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing: Belle/Ruby, Ruby’s POV
Prompt: wet requested by
swan_secrets. Drabbletag 6 at femslash100 Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 242
Summary: Ruby can only think about one thing.
Notes: Beta read by the fantastic
lanalucy. Run. Run. Run.
It’s all you can think - wind in your fur and forest floor beneath your paws. You’re absolutely free.
You’ve been itching the whole day to transform into the wolf and now nothing can hold you back as you dart into the forest.
You lose track of time. You’ve no idea for how long you’ve been running when it starts to rain – not just drizzling, but pouring down on you. Thunder grumbles and lightning illuminates the night sky. It’s your cue to run home.
By the time you reach town you’re soaked. The door to the library flies open and Belle’s standing in the doorway, wearing a yellow nightgown. She must’ve waited for you. You feel love for her spread across your chest and before you know it you’re jumping, tackling Belle to the ground and lapping at her face.
“Ruby, stop it,” Belle giggles, smiling widely.
Realizing what you’re doing, you let up on her. Instinct lets you shake off the water; it’s spraying in every direction.
Belle scolds you playfully. “Bad wolf. Look what you’ve done. Now I’m all wet and dirty too.”
In the blink of an eye you shift back to your human form, standing naked and dripping in front of a gorgeous looking Belle. “I like having that effect on you.” You grin.
She envelops you in a hug before your hungry lips find each other.
Belle. Belle. Belle.
It’s all you can think.
The End
Title: It’s Brittany, Bitch!
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Prompt: Domme/Sub requested by
swan_secrets. Drabbletag 6 at femslash100 Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 231
Summary: Maybe it's not such a good idea to reverse their roles, but maybe it is.
Notes: My awesome betareader is
lanalucy “Brit?” Santana was uncertain and a little bit worried. It had been God knew how long since Brittany had gone, leaving her naked except for a black ball mask around her eyes and a strap-on attached to her hips. “Brit, are you all right?” Santana’s wrists were bound to a spreader bar above her head. She felt exposed “Are you still there?”
When there was no reply, Santana started to doubt her suggestion to reverse their usual roles. She’d thought a change in power dynamics might spark their sex life anew. Now she wasn’t so sure Brittany was up to the task. Maybe she’d demanded too much of her sweet girl.
Just when Santana considered screaming for help Brittany appeared in the doorway, wearing her skin-tight, red lacquer outfit from Glee club’s Britney week. Santana’s center throbbed in response.
“It’s Brittany, bitch”, Brittany said.
Santana’s jaw dropped: she could hear the vinyl squeaking as Brittany walked. “Oh sweet baby Jesus,” she whispered in reverence, already wet.
Brittany walked over slowly to where Santana was hanging from the ceiling. “You belong to me. You’re my little sexy pet,” she declared, voice firm. “You’ll obey me and take whatever I decide to give you… treat or punishment.” The crop struck Santana hard and sudden across her bare ass.
Santana yelped. “Yes, my Goddess,” she replied dutiful, happily accepting her role as the sub.
The End
Title: A Little Less Broken
Fandom: Hannibal
Pairing: Alana/Bedelia
Prompt: broken requested by
fresh_brainss. Drabbletag 6 at femslash100 Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 244
Summary: Bedelia touches something in Alana that Margot isn't able to.
Notes: Beta read by my dear friend
lanalucy Every time before Alana approached Bedelia’s office, she asked herself why she constantly came back here. The answer was simple, but to admit it much more difficult. Bedelia filled something in her, touched something Margot wasn’t able to.
“Close your eyes,” Bedelia instructed, when they were both sitting in opposite armchairs. “Concentrate on your breathing and listen to my voice.”
This was where the dangerous path began. Alana relaxed almost instantly at the smooth and husky sound of Bedelia’s voice. Her mind started to wander.
After finding out the truth about Hannibal and being pushed out a window, she’d been a broken bird, lying on the pavement. What had been physically broken had healed now; scars and a walking stick were the only remainders. What had happened to her soul, though, only Bedelia could understand, as she too had been in the jaws of Hannibal.
Alana’s mind drifted further, the pictures in her head swirling around, intermingling and blurring until they became sensual. Naked skin, soft moans, hands and tongues filled her thoughts.
“Open your eyes,” Bedelia whispered into Alana’s ear.
Alana watched her arousal glistening on Bedelia’s fingers as Bedelia retrieved her hand from inside Alana’s lingerie. Bedelia licked one after the other clean. Her own hand was still inside her panties, stroking lightly over her swollen pussy prolonging and relishing in the last waves of her orgasm.
Every time Alana left Bedelia’s office she was still damaged but a little less broken.
The End
Feeling:
hungry