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I love memes.
Don't ask me why, because I really don't know, but I do really love the darn things!
Inevitably, since I fill them out, I have scenes I've written that haven't really even seen the light of day!
So here they are, outside of their cheesy graphics --just for you!
It should be noted that I'm apparently fixated on Tseng/Reno ("Final Fantasy VII") when I do memes... just throwing that out there.
Don't ask me why, because I really don't know, but I do really love the darn things!
Inevitably, since I fill them out, I have scenes I've written that haven't really even seen the light of day!
So here they are, outside of their cheesy graphics --just for you!
It should be noted that I'm apparently fixated on Tseng/Reno ("Final Fantasy VII") when I do memes... just throwing that out there.
SinsofMidnight's Smut Meme
This exercise was completed with characters from "Final Fantasy VII".
Male/Male: Cloud Strife/Reno
"Oh... G-Gaia!" Cloud moaned.
Reno smirked, feeling incredibly triumphant as his lover tried and failed to contain his voice.
Not one to be outdone, Cloud leaned into him, his hands sliding down his torso in a tantalizing manner.
This was why Reno would always love being with Cloud. The mopey little blond gave just as good as he got, always. It didn't matter if he was on the battlefield or in the bedroom --he gave it his all and then some.
Who was it who'd said all was fair in love and war? It didn't really matter outside of the fact that Cloud should probably have it tattooed on his body.
He'd look hot with a tat, Reno mused silently.
Cloud looked at him. "Are you going to think all night, or what?"
And Reno proceeded to not think at all.
Female/Female: Aerith Gainsborough/Tifa Lockhart
Aerith's hands were warm and calloused as the slid across her skin. Tifa liked the contrast of the roughness against the sweet personality of the other woman.
Tifa was the one to bring their lips together, determined to remember how the other woman tasted. Aerith moaned Tifa's name sweetly against her lips, pressing her body tightly against the other woman's.
Pressing forward, Tifa allowed her hands to slide down the other's sides until they rested on her shapely hips. Ever so gently, she pulled Aerith's hips forward, trying to press even closer to the other woman.
Aerith's hands came to cradle the heavy weight of Tifa's breasts. With a soft smile, she massaged them until Tifa's nipples crested into peaks against her palms.
It was Tifa's turn to moan like a wanton woman.
Male/Female: Rude/Tifa Lockhart
As always, they came together rashly and quickly.
It was only a few minutes after closing, but Rude found that he could wait no longer to have her. Hell, the bar was barely closed --the door wasn't even locked when Rude lifted Tifa up and sat her on the bar.
"Wait..." she murmured, reaching halfheartedly for one of the dirty glasses.
With a smile he only gave to her, he shoved the glass just out of her reach, grasped her hand, and sealed his lips over hers in a hungry, eager kiss. It was scorching and deep and searching and Tifa responded by sliding her arms around his neck, arching forward and pressing her full breasts against his broad, warm chest.
Rude made a warm, deep noise of contentment before his hands set about divesting her of her clothes as she gave all she had into the kiss.
Threesome/Moresomes: SOLDIER Pile (Genesis Rhapsodos/Angeal Hewley/Sephiroth/Zack Fair/Cloud Strife)
Their mating had become practiced, almost ritualistic. Cloud would be alone in the bed, only to be joined by a naked Zack, who would press tightly against his front, and Sephiroth, who would press tightly against his back.
Genesis would emerge from the bathroom --he was always in the shower when the others made their move-- wearing nothing more than the water-droplets that clung to his skin and he would watch as Zack and Seph made quick work of whatever Cloud was wearing at the time.
The last to join them would always be Angeal. He was by far the most committed to work, and he was always just getting home by the time it began. He would look at the men on the bed: his best friend, his student, his superior, and the youngest one, the little blond that their worlds all seemed to revolve around. Angeal would cross the room, steal Cloud's lips, and join in.
Kink: Zack Fair/Tseng
"You know, Zackary," Tseng began, his tone thoughtful and almost playful, "none of this would be necessary if you could just learn when to keep your mouth shut."
Well, it might not be necessary, but it was rather fun to the both of them when they added a little something extra to their play.
Tseng had to admit there was just something about seeing the First Class SOLDIER bound and gagged. Of course, Tseng firmly believed that Zack was actually most attractive when he wasn't speaking, so he wasn't quite as surprised as Zack had been to realize he liked seeing the other man bound and wearing a ball gag.
Then again, Zack still liked to pretend that he hated this kind of play, so who was he to judge his lover?
When Tseng reached out and lightly caressed his skin, Zack couldn't contain his strangled moan.
Crack: Grimoire Valentine/Sephiroth
All he could think as his anchored his hands in the long silver tresses was, Sweet Shiva, he's beautiful!
Sephiroth liked the feel of those hands deep in his mane, caressing his scalp tenderly. He moved in as close as he could to the other man, moaning slightly when he encountered the evidence of the other's pleasure.
"Oh... hah... w-we shouldn't be doing this..." His voice trembled as the other man caressed his need through his pants.
"Oh, really?" Sephiroth asked, smirking against the flesh of the other's neck.
"R-really... Gaia...!"
"Grimoire?" Sephiroth inquire silkily. "Do you still want me to stop?"
Grimoire growled and glared at the younger man, yanking his lips back to his. "Shut up, you smug bastard."
Alternate Universe: Vincent Valentine/Cid Highwind
"V!" the blond man cried out.
Vincent just smirked. Cid's cries were music to the musician's ears and he knew it. Calloused hands grazed the warm bronzed skin on the way down Cid's chest and Cid arced into the contact, oh so eager for the attention from his lover.
Cid laced his fingers into his lover's dark hair and tried to hold on to his last remaining shreds of dignity and sanity. He knew it was a losing battle: it was a battle he always fought and lost. Vincent was a determined sort. It always pleased him to make his lover completely lose control.
"D-damn it... Vincent!" Cid cried out when his lover's hand clasped around his erection. He writhed when his lover began to move his hand in the most torturous way he could imagine: slow, barely touching. Cid was pretty sure everyone in the apartment complex heard his dignity snap --or had that been sanity?-- but he really didn't care.
Inappropriate Setting: Tseng/OC (Echo Tam)
"We... really... shouldn't... mm!... be... in... here..." Echo managed to say between ardent kisses.
Tseng raised a brow. "Do you really want me to stop?" he inquired, his fingers stilling their motion against her sex.
The noise that answered that question was a needy keening sound and, had Tseng been that sort of man, he would have smirked.
"That's what I thought. Rufus can certainly spare you for a half hour, Echo," he remarked against her neck as he planted kisses down to her collarbone.
She'd been getting sick of doing nothing but filing and paperwork, anyway. Her hands slid down his sides and grasped his hips gently, moving forward against him and rubbing her sex against his. He growled and set her bare bottom on the conference table.
Favorite Pairing: Tseng/Reno
It really should worry him just how frequently fighting with his subordinate became foreplay.
It had started out as a simple argument --Tseng honestly couldn't remember what in the hell it had actually been about-- but whenever they got into a screaming match, it always ended up with one of them pinned against a wall.
Reno was currently trying to devour Tseng's mouth and Tseng was working really hard on driving the mouthy red-head insane: he had one hand down Reno's pants, sporadically touching the other man's leaking cock while he was raking the nails of the other hand across the skin of Reno's chest.
Reno's breath came out in hot pants against Tseng's lips. Desperate for more control over the situation, Reno slid his hand into Tseng's pants as well. Tseng, being a terrific strategist, chose that moment to give Reno's cock a tight squeeze.
Least Favorite Pairing: Vincent Valentine/Professor Hojo
His smile always made Vincent think of a serial killer. Then again, this was the monster who'd killed him, experimented on him, and even experimented on his own son, so maybe "serial killer" was a bit generous on his part.
He was looking at him with those vacant, insane eyes. Vincent didn't even flinch when the scalpel created a new mark on his pale skin. He closed his eyes and tried not to throw up when he felt the scientist lapping at the wound.
Vincent couldn't decide if Hojo wanted to see what effect the blood would have on him or if he just wanted to cut him. He didn't realize that the bastard considered it foreplay until he felt a hand undoing the many buckles at his waist.
Crimson eyes fluttered closed once more as he tried to find a different corner of his mind to hide in while Hojo was doing his best to work Vincent to arousal. Anywhere was better than here.
Male/Male: Cloud Strife/Reno
"Oh... G-Gaia!" Cloud moaned.
Reno smirked, feeling incredibly triumphant as his lover tried and failed to contain his voice.
Not one to be outdone, Cloud leaned into him, his hands sliding down his torso in a tantalizing manner.
This was why Reno would always love being with Cloud. The mopey little blond gave just as good as he got, always. It didn't matter if he was on the battlefield or in the bedroom --he gave it his all and then some.
Who was it who'd said all was fair in love and war? It didn't really matter outside of the fact that Cloud should probably have it tattooed on his body.
He'd look hot with a tat, Reno mused silently.
Cloud looked at him. "Are you going to think all night, or what?"
And Reno proceeded to not think at all.
Female/Female: Aerith Gainsborough/Tifa Lockhart
Aerith's hands were warm and calloused as the slid across her skin. Tifa liked the contrast of the roughness against the sweet personality of the other woman.
Tifa was the one to bring their lips together, determined to remember how the other woman tasted. Aerith moaned Tifa's name sweetly against her lips, pressing her body tightly against the other woman's.
Pressing forward, Tifa allowed her hands to slide down the other's sides until they rested on her shapely hips. Ever so gently, she pulled Aerith's hips forward, trying to press even closer to the other woman.
Aerith's hands came to cradle the heavy weight of Tifa's breasts. With a soft smile, she massaged them until Tifa's nipples crested into peaks against her palms.
It was Tifa's turn to moan like a wanton woman.
Male/Female: Rude/Tifa Lockhart
As always, they came together rashly and quickly.
It was only a few minutes after closing, but Rude found that he could wait no longer to have her. Hell, the bar was barely closed --the door wasn't even locked when Rude lifted Tifa up and sat her on the bar.
"Wait..." she murmured, reaching halfheartedly for one of the dirty glasses.
With a smile he only gave to her, he shoved the glass just out of her reach, grasped her hand, and sealed his lips over hers in a hungry, eager kiss. It was scorching and deep and searching and Tifa responded by sliding her arms around his neck, arching forward and pressing her full breasts against his broad, warm chest.
Rude made a warm, deep noise of contentment before his hands set about divesting her of her clothes as she gave all she had into the kiss.
Threesome/Moresomes: SOLDIER Pile (Genesis Rhapsodos/Angeal Hewley/Sephiroth/Zack Fair/Cloud Strife)
Their mating had become practiced, almost ritualistic. Cloud would be alone in the bed, only to be joined by a naked Zack, who would press tightly against his front, and Sephiroth, who would press tightly against his back.
Genesis would emerge from the bathroom --he was always in the shower when the others made their move-- wearing nothing more than the water-droplets that clung to his skin and he would watch as Zack and Seph made quick work of whatever Cloud was wearing at the time.
The last to join them would always be Angeal. He was by far the most committed to work, and he was always just getting home by the time it began. He would look at the men on the bed: his best friend, his student, his superior, and the youngest one, the little blond that their worlds all seemed to revolve around. Angeal would cross the room, steal Cloud's lips, and join in.
Kink: Zack Fair/Tseng
"You know, Zackary," Tseng began, his tone thoughtful and almost playful, "none of this would be necessary if you could just learn when to keep your mouth shut."
Well, it might not be necessary, but it was rather fun to the both of them when they added a little something extra to their play.
Tseng had to admit there was just something about seeing the First Class SOLDIER bound and gagged. Of course, Tseng firmly believed that Zack was actually most attractive when he wasn't speaking, so he wasn't quite as surprised as Zack had been to realize he liked seeing the other man bound and wearing a ball gag.
Then again, Zack still liked to pretend that he hated this kind of play, so who was he to judge his lover?
When Tseng reached out and lightly caressed his skin, Zack couldn't contain his strangled moan.
Crack: Grimoire Valentine/Sephiroth
All he could think as his anchored his hands in the long silver tresses was, Sweet Shiva, he's beautiful!
Sephiroth liked the feel of those hands deep in his mane, caressing his scalp tenderly. He moved in as close as he could to the other man, moaning slightly when he encountered the evidence of the other's pleasure.
"Oh... hah... w-we shouldn't be doing this..." His voice trembled as the other man caressed his need through his pants.
"Oh, really?" Sephiroth asked, smirking against the flesh of the other's neck.
"R-really... Gaia...!"
"Grimoire?" Sephiroth inquire silkily. "Do you still want me to stop?"
Grimoire growled and glared at the younger man, yanking his lips back to his. "Shut up, you smug bastard."
Alternate Universe: Vincent Valentine/Cid Highwind
"V!" the blond man cried out.
Vincent just smirked. Cid's cries were music to the musician's ears and he knew it. Calloused hands grazed the warm bronzed skin on the way down Cid's chest and Cid arced into the contact, oh so eager for the attention from his lover.
Cid laced his fingers into his lover's dark hair and tried to hold on to his last remaining shreds of dignity and sanity. He knew it was a losing battle: it was a battle he always fought and lost. Vincent was a determined sort. It always pleased him to make his lover completely lose control.
"D-damn it... Vincent!" Cid cried out when his lover's hand clasped around his erection. He writhed when his lover began to move his hand in the most torturous way he could imagine: slow, barely touching. Cid was pretty sure everyone in the apartment complex heard his dignity snap --or had that been sanity?-- but he really didn't care.
Inappropriate Setting: Tseng/OC (Echo Tam)
"We... really... shouldn't... mm!... be... in... here..." Echo managed to say between ardent kisses.
Tseng raised a brow. "Do you really want me to stop?" he inquired, his fingers stilling their motion against her sex.
The noise that answered that question was a needy keening sound and, had Tseng been that sort of man, he would have smirked.
"That's what I thought. Rufus can certainly spare you for a half hour, Echo," he remarked against her neck as he planted kisses down to her collarbone.
She'd been getting sick of doing nothing but filing and paperwork, anyway. Her hands slid down his sides and grasped his hips gently, moving forward against him and rubbing her sex against his. He growled and set her bare bottom on the conference table.
Favorite Pairing: Tseng/Reno
It really should worry him just how frequently fighting with his subordinate became foreplay.
It had started out as a simple argument --Tseng honestly couldn't remember what in the hell it had actually been about-- but whenever they got into a screaming match, it always ended up with one of them pinned against a wall.
Reno was currently trying to devour Tseng's mouth and Tseng was working really hard on driving the mouthy red-head insane: he had one hand down Reno's pants, sporadically touching the other man's leaking cock while he was raking the nails of the other hand across the skin of Reno's chest.
Reno's breath came out in hot pants against Tseng's lips. Desperate for more control over the situation, Reno slid his hand into Tseng's pants as well. Tseng, being a terrific strategist, chose that moment to give Reno's cock a tight squeeze.
Least Favorite Pairing: Vincent Valentine/Professor Hojo
His smile always made Vincent think of a serial killer. Then again, this was the monster who'd killed him, experimented on him, and even experimented on his own son, so maybe "serial killer" was a bit generous on his part.
He was looking at him with those vacant, insane eyes. Vincent didn't even flinch when the scalpel created a new mark on his pale skin. He closed his eyes and tried not to throw up when he felt the scientist lapping at the wound.
Vincent couldn't decide if Hojo wanted to see what effect the blood would have on him or if he just wanted to cut him. He didn't realize that the bastard considered it foreplay until he felt a hand undoing the many buckles at his waist.
Crimson eyes fluttered closed once more as he tried to find a different corner of his mind to hide in while Hojo was doing his best to work Vincent to arousal. Anywhere was better than here.
SinsofMidnight's Fan-Fiction Writer's Meme
The character I focused on was Tseng from "Final Fantasy VII".
Embarrassing Situation:
Tseng glowered at the red-head. “This isn’t funny, Reno.”
Reno just laughed. “It is from where I’m standing, boss.”
Tseng had been thrown from his chocobo, thusly supporting his life-long dislike of the stupid birds. He’d been thrown into a swamp: his suit now reeked like a sewer and he feared his long hair would never be the same again.
Gingerly, he tried to get out of the smelly water, only to fall back in on his rump, creating a massive splash.
“…Boss, are you blushing?” Reno asked, shocked.
“Shut. Up.”
Cute Shipping: (Tseng/Reno)
Tseng pulled a strand of the red hair dangling in front of him.
Reno didn’t even care. “What?” he demanded, figuring that the dark haired man wouldn’t leave him alone unless he answered.
Tseng kissed Reno’s cheek. “Stop dozing and get out of bed, Red.”
Reno grumbled. “C’mon. We don’t have to work for once. Can’t I just laze about in bed, yo?”
Tseng tapped Reno’s nose with his pointer finger. “Well, you can’t laze.”
Reno smiled and yanked the older man down on top of him for a light kiss. “I see… You’re the boss.”
Cross-Dressing:
He pulled out the clip in his hair and growled.
When Elena and Cissnei had promised him a sure way into the club, he hadn’t thought they meant to dress him as a woman!
Tseng looked down at what he wore. He had no idea how they had gotten him into that skin-tight black dress, but he did remember being told to “suck it in, suck it in, come on, boss!” while they’d secured the lacing down the back. He couldn’t decide if the dress was better or worse than the boots. Not just any boots: black leather boots with fuck-me heels that came clear up to his knees and laced up, just like the dress.
He didn’t want to see his face in a mirror. He might kill something –his subordinates came to mind– but they had only been trying to help.
This was one mission he just wanted to be over before Reno heard anything about it.
With Someone They Barely Tolerate: (Tseng & President Shinra)
Tseng would never lower himself to glaring. He’d have to care enough about the man to glare, anyway, and frankly, he’d rather forget the man existed.
“Tseng,” the president greeted.
“Hai, sir?”
If looks could attempt murder… well, the president would be the one dead on the floor. There was no way the old man could take Tseng.
Tseng might have been above glaring, but purposefully needling and antagonizing suited him just fine.
Directed Inspiration: “Cupcake”, “Heart”, “Tears” & “Luck”
Tseng wasn’t quite sure what to do when he saw Rude come in bearing cupcakes.
Scrawled on each one in a free hand scrips were two words: “¡Buena Suerte!”
What in the heck is up with these crazy people? he wondered.
Of course, later that day, when he saw Reno’s new tattoo –a red heart that contained the words “Namida wa egao o fukameru”– he was even more sure that everyone that worked for him was absolutely bonkers.
He had little hope left for his own sanity, either.
Smut: (Tseng/Reno)
Reno’s hot breath caressed his ear and Tseng tried to stop his knees from trembling. Knowing that he would best be able to ignore it if the red-head didn’t comment on it, he sealed Reno’s lips with his own. His hands crawled up Reno’s back, then raked down across the skin.
Reno moaned wantonly, his hands fumbling with Tseng’s belt buckle.
Chuckling against those lips, Tseng’s hands slid down further, caressing Reno’s ass for a moment before giving a brief squeeze. Another sound escaped Reno as he ground his pelvis against Tseng’s.
Not only would the red-head grace his bed for the night, he also wouldn’t remember the reaction that might earn Tseng teasing.
A win-win situation, he thought with a touch of a wicked smile.
Byakuya (from “Bleach”) Ficlet:
Byakuya gazed across his garden. The sun was barely rising over the horizon yet he knew that the time he would have in his garden today would be short.
He weeded in the garden, planted new varieties of flowers, and transplanted others for a few hours until he needed to be in his office.
If Renji noticed dirt beneath his taichō’s fingernails, he never mentioned it.
Perhaps the dirt reminded him that his taichō was like everyone else –at least a little…
Embarrassing Situation:
Tseng glowered at the red-head. “This isn’t funny, Reno.”
Reno just laughed. “It is from where I’m standing, boss.”
Tseng had been thrown from his chocobo, thusly supporting his life-long dislike of the stupid birds. He’d been thrown into a swamp: his suit now reeked like a sewer and he feared his long hair would never be the same again.
Gingerly, he tried to get out of the smelly water, only to fall back in on his rump, creating a massive splash.
“…Boss, are you blushing?” Reno asked, shocked.
“Shut. Up.”
Cute Shipping: (Tseng/Reno)
Tseng pulled a strand of the red hair dangling in front of him.
Reno didn’t even care. “What?” he demanded, figuring that the dark haired man wouldn’t leave him alone unless he answered.
Tseng kissed Reno’s cheek. “Stop dozing and get out of bed, Red.”
Reno grumbled. “C’mon. We don’t have to work for once. Can’t I just laze about in bed, yo?”
Tseng tapped Reno’s nose with his pointer finger. “Well, you can’t laze.”
Reno smiled and yanked the older man down on top of him for a light kiss. “I see… You’re the boss.”
Cross-Dressing:
He pulled out the clip in his hair and growled.
When Elena and Cissnei had promised him a sure way into the club, he hadn’t thought they meant to dress him as a woman!
Tseng looked down at what he wore. He had no idea how they had gotten him into that skin-tight black dress, but he did remember being told to “suck it in, suck it in, come on, boss!” while they’d secured the lacing down the back. He couldn’t decide if the dress was better or worse than the boots. Not just any boots: black leather boots with fuck-me heels that came clear up to his knees and laced up, just like the dress.
He didn’t want to see his face in a mirror. He might kill something –his subordinates came to mind– but they had only been trying to help.
This was one mission he just wanted to be over before Reno heard anything about it.
With Someone They Barely Tolerate: (Tseng & President Shinra)
Tseng would never lower himself to glaring. He’d have to care enough about the man to glare, anyway, and frankly, he’d rather forget the man existed.
“Tseng,” the president greeted.
“Hai, sir?”
If looks could attempt murder… well, the president would be the one dead on the floor. There was no way the old man could take Tseng.
Tseng might have been above glaring, but purposefully needling and antagonizing suited him just fine.
Directed Inspiration: “Cupcake”, “Heart”, “Tears” & “Luck”
Tseng wasn’t quite sure what to do when he saw Rude come in bearing cupcakes.
Scrawled on each one in a free hand scrips were two words: “¡Buena Suerte!”
What in the heck is up with these crazy people? he wondered.
Of course, later that day, when he saw Reno’s new tattoo –a red heart that contained the words “Namida wa egao o fukameru”– he was even more sure that everyone that worked for him was absolutely bonkers.
He had little hope left for his own sanity, either.
Smut: (Tseng/Reno)
Reno’s hot breath caressed his ear and Tseng tried to stop his knees from trembling. Knowing that he would best be able to ignore it if the red-head didn’t comment on it, he sealed Reno’s lips with his own. His hands crawled up Reno’s back, then raked down across the skin.
Reno moaned wantonly, his hands fumbling with Tseng’s belt buckle.
Chuckling against those lips, Tseng’s hands slid down further, caressing Reno’s ass for a moment before giving a brief squeeze. Another sound escaped Reno as he ground his pelvis against Tseng’s.
Not only would the red-head grace his bed for the night, he also wouldn’t remember the reaction that might earn Tseng teasing.
A win-win situation, he thought with a touch of a wicked smile.
Byakuya (from “Bleach”) Ficlet:
Byakuya gazed across his garden. The sun was barely rising over the horizon yet he knew that the time he would have in his garden today would be short.
He weeded in the garden, planted new varieties of flowers, and transplanted others for a few hours until he needed to be in his office.
If Renji noticed dirt beneath his taichō’s fingernails, he never mentioned it.
Perhaps the dirt reminded him that his taichō was like everyone else –at least a little…
Tamoe's Fan-Fiction Writer's Meme
(8) A Few Sentences of Your Favorite Pairing (Tseng/Reno)
Damn it. Damn it all! I wasn't going to beg. I wasn't that weak!
“Red,” he purred, pressing me against his desk.
I swallowed hard. Gaia. Shiva help me! I knew Tseng: he would keep pressing until he got what he wanted. I just wasn’t quite sure what in the hell he wanted from me!
Nipping at my lower lip, he made a soft sound.
Growling, I brought my lips to his and took his mouth with more fierceness than finesse. As he smiled against my lips, I had to wonder how I’d given him what he wanted this time when I’d simply taken what I’d been craving for so long…
Damn it. Damn it all! I wasn't going to beg. I wasn't that weak!
“Red,” he purred, pressing me against his desk.
I swallowed hard. Gaia. Shiva help me! I knew Tseng: he would keep pressing until he got what he wanted. I just wasn’t quite sure what in the hell he wanted from me!
Nipping at my lower lip, he made a soft sound.
Growling, I brought my lips to his and took his mouth with more fierceness than finesse. As he smiled against my lips, I had to wonder how I’d given him what he wanted this time when I’d simply taken what I’d been craving for so long…