State of the...everything.

[merikuru]

*quietly puts head in hands*

Yes, I'd completely forgot about this, no, I've not got an excuse perhaps save for "everything is pain and suffering".

So, what I think I'm going to do is this. I'm closing down new challenges for the porn tree until further notice - hopefully this is sooner rather than later - and opening Everything Amnesty until such time as challenges resume. So...

If you have any fic, for any challenge ever posted here, that you didn't get posted before the deadline, feel free to post it here and now on this entry. Just name the series, pairing and prompt either in your subject line or in your comment proper, and then post away! Hopefully this will allow you guys to do something with any abandoned fills you didn't get to post previously.

I'm very sorry about this; you all deserve better than a flaky mod who's constantly forgetting the porn tree even exists. I very much hope to get things straightened out ASAP, but in the meantime, please accept my sincerest apologies. I'll see y'all in the future for more challenges.

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[NSFW] Prompt: Cloud Strife/Jessie Rasberry: Before the Fall - "Slum Survivor Lessons #5"

[raisedbymoogles]

(prompt by samuraiter)

He didn’t want her, or even like her all that much. She was just… available. Offering a fling. Not intimidated or weirded out by him, not expecting him to try to act normal. Not likely to ask for any kind of commitment. Safe.

Unlike Tifa, in almost every way.

Also unlike Tifa: she didn’t even pretend to let Cloud take the lead, kissing him fiercely and then pushing him down on her creaky bed and straddling his thighs before he’d even gotten his pants off. “I like to be on top,” she informed him with a bright grin. “The view’s better.”

“Suits me,” Cloud said, because he’d been about to suggest it himself before Jessie had taken charge: he knew his strength with a Buster, but had far less practice with his - er - ultimate weapon. Besides, when Jessie crossed her arms and whipped her top off the view from his position was just fine.

He tried to keep his eyes on it while Jessie freed him from his clothes and started playing with him, her touch firm and confident, not just like she’d done this before but like she’d done this with him before. It felt good, of course it did, but alongside the unfamiliar warm frission of pleasure was the familiar prickle of awkwardness - was he supposed to be talking dirty right now? Moaning and writhing? He wasn’t really a moan-and-writhe type of guy. But the least he could do was watch the actress while she put on a show.

“…feels good,” he grunted and immediately regretted it, worst dirty talk ever, but Jessie beamed like an actress handed a bouquet.

“Yeah? You like that, tough guy?” she teased. “Wanna kick it up a level?”

“Uh-”

But she was already scrunching down his legs, her intent plain, and Cloud wasn’t fool enough to protest. He lay his head back and closed his eyes, tried to concentrate on holding still; even so he couldn’t help his hips jumping when Jessie’s mouth closed warm and firm over the head of his cock. The little noise Jessie made was more amused than admonishing, but she pressed a hand to his hip and Cloud took a gulp of breath and forced his muscles to untense. “…sorry,” he muttered.

“Mm-mm,” Jessie hummed, and did something with her tongue that immediately and severely tested Cloud’s resolve.

But he managed, because for all Jessie was acting like she could restrain him with her bare hands - which Cloud couldn’t say he wasn’t into - she really couldn’t if he lost control, and he didn’t want to hurt her.

Jessie took him in, let him go, swirled her tongue up the shaft and took him in again. She sucked him off like she was in a hurry to get to the climax, but just when Cloud was gasping and sweating - just when he thought he might be a moan-and-writhe guy after all - she let him go with a showy pop and singsonged, “Your turn.”

“…wha.” Cloud struggled to make his brain cooperate. “My what?”

Jessie leaned over him and laughed, gently mocking. “Come on, you’re supposed to be a gentleman!”

“Never said that.” But Cloud was already sitting up, letting Jessie pull him about until it was him between her legs and - and he was -

“………um.”

Jessie propped herself up on her elbows with a huff of impatience. “Well?” The look on Cloud’s face must have clued her in, though, because her irritation melted into amazement almost immediately. “Oh - my - gods,” she blurted. “Are you an oral virgin?” Cloud sputtered and started to get up. “No, no, it’s okay! It’s - it’s great actually, I love teaching people this stuff. I was just surprised. Wait-” She bolted forward, eyes wide. “You’re not a virgin virgin, are you?”

“Of course not! I-”

-white-

Cloud’s head throbbed, sudden and so intense he lost contact with his surroundings.

I’m… not, right…?

When did I…?

Sense-memory surged, ebbed; he knew, without context, that he had had sex before, but remembering who or when was not important. He came back to himself half off the bed, head in his hands, with Jessie hovering over him. “…you okay?” she was asking.

“…fine,” he muttered, because stopping to nurse what amounted to a brief headache had the potential to ruin a one-night stand with a girl as quick to lose interest as Jessie reportedly was, and anyway, he’d just had his cock sucked and abandoned and the teasing cruelty of it just made him want to meet Jessie’s challenge all the more. “…all right,” he said, shifting up to his knees, “how do I do this?”

Jessie’s concerned look was quickly wiped away, replaced by a fierce grin. “That’s the spirit.”