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Three Weeks for Dreamwidth 2024: Flash Flood Prompt Fest

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fiachairecht's gen horror prompt fest, have a Flash Flood prompt fest on the theme of sex fluids!

What's a "sex fluid"?

For the purposes of this prompt fest, it's any fluid produced by a living body that's experienced in a sexual way.

Examples of what counts: natural vaginal lubrication, ejaculate, come inflation, watersports and omorashi, tears as lube, blood as lube, omega slick, tentacle slime used to lubricate sexual penetration, lactation kink, emesis kink. This is not a complete list! The definition is intentionally broad.

How to play

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Prompting

Leave prompts as comments on this post. In the subject line of your comment, put a fandom and a character or ship, optionally with a relevant kink built in. Examples:

Original Work, Octopus Mermaid/Squid Mermaid
Chariots of Fire, Eric Liddell licks sweat off of Harold Abrahams
Dracula - Stoker, Mina Harker + omorashi

If you don't care about fandom or ship and you just want a kink, the subject line can be something like:

Any fandom, any ship, tears as lube
Any fandom, any F/F ship, lactation kink

Put additional details, if any, in the comment box. There are no DNWs, but the opt-in list from the Flash Flood rules applies. Please note in your prompt which, if any, opt-ins you opt in to.

Prompts should be text only.

Posting

Post fills in response to comments. They can be of any length. The focus should be on the requested ship/character and kink.

All fills should be sexually explicit (rated E).

Content notes/warnings are welcome, especially for anything that would get an AO3 archive warning, but are not required.

If you're filling an "any" prompt, put the ship and characters in the subject line as well as the focus kink(s).

If the prompter opts in to fills in other mediums and you choose to create a non-text fill, please host it elsewhere and link to it in a comment with an appropriate description. Do not embed images, videos, or other visual media of any kind in comments.

Multiple fills, self-fills, and cross-fills with other Dreamwidth-hosted events are welcome.

Since this is for Three Weeks for Dreamwidth, please keep fills exclusive to Dreamwidth until the event ends on May 15th. Posting them elsewhere after that is fine.

Reading

If you read something you like, leave a comment! If you're not sure what to say, comment with a 💦 emoji (or several).

This is a "choose not to warn" space. If you see something that's not for you, scroll on by. Harassing comments will be deleted, and leaving them will get you banned from this event as well as from future rounds of Flash Flood.

Asking questions

Leave questions and general comments in response to the top comment on this post.

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Edited 2024-04-26 04:25 (UTC)

I'm delighted to see communities doing activities for Three Weeks. I have listed this in my gather post.

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Edited 2024-04-26 04:43 (UTC)

I would especially love it if Roman doesn't get to touch Gerri at all, and has to lick up his come from the bed, floor, bathtub, etc.

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No preference on who does it vs who gets done; I just want some decadent wallowing.

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Feel free to AU someone into a vampire for [waves hand] reasons if the canon does not already have them!

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Edited (spelling) 2024-04-26 22:49 (UTC)

Dealer's choice on what the fluid is and what effects it has on the victim ;)

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"I told you not to go wandering off by yourselves," Kristyanne began, and then she realized the three Girl Scouts were carrying a person and she jumped to her feet. "Holy shit—sorry—but who's that?!"

She was so proud of her girls: how calm they stayed as they carefully put the young man down on Peach's sleeping bag, how clearly they explained that they'd followed all their first aid training and even taken a vote on whether it was safe to move him from where they'd found him, tangled up in some ivy vines. "Heartbeat and respiration seem normal," Cindy reported, a little self-consciously, as Kristyanne put the back of her hand to the unconscious stranger's forehead. "He has a fever. I thought maybe we could give him Tylenol or Advil or something?"

They all refrained from mentioning that he was naked, with a straining erection that looked frankly painful beneath a belly so bloated that he almost appeared pregnant. Sofyya got a blanket and put it over him, and then everyone could relax a little.

"He definitely needs medical attention," Kristyanne said. "I don't think we can get him down the mountain ourselves. I'll call for help."

She'd just gotten through to Search & Rescue and given their location coordinates when the young man suddenly let out a deep, unearthly, bellowing groan. Startled, Kristyanne dropped the phone. He arched and thrashed, throwing off the blanket, and Kristyanne had just enough time to notice that his skin had turned a distressing shade of green. Then a fountain of viscous green fluid jetted out of his swollen cock, thoroughly spraying the three shocked Girl Scouts and their aghast Troop Leader.

At one taste of the rich, acrid sap, all the thoughts fell out of Kristyanne's head. All she knew was that she needed more of it, more, more. She flung herself on the young man, pinning him down, and greedily drank from his spurting cock like it was a water fountain on a hot summer day. Her mouth watered at the pungent flavor of grass and something unnameable, a reek like rotting meat. It roiled her stomach but she couldn't stop drinking and drinking.

The girls tried to push her out of the way, but Kristyanne held them off until she'd drunk so much that her stomach was sloshing. Then, bloated and groggy, she reluctantly let them take turns. The green elixir was making her feel warm—no, hot, and she fumbled at her clothes until she managed to strip them off. A quiet voice in her mind was crying out that this was weird and wrong, but she couldn't pay attention to anything when she felt so hot, so wet, so powerfully aroused and desperate—

Cindy, Peach, and Sofyya were still gorging themselves on the green fountain, which was only just starting to slow. Kristyanne tried to push them out of the way so she could get that hard cock inside her, but she was feeling increasingly weak and slow, and they easily fought her off. She slumped to the ground next to the twitching, moaning stranger, squeezing her thighs together, overcome with need but unable to think what she could do about it.

The stranger sighed softly and his mouth fell open. A green vine as thick and fleshy as a tongue slid out from between his lips, winding and twisting down over his cheek and along the ground. Kristyanne smiled blissfully, relieved, and spread her legs. She didn't even have to chase it; it found her easily, twining up around her thigh and then pushing deep into her sopping cunt. Groaning, she fucked herself on it, riding the vine to a wrenching orgasm that left her gasping for breath.

When it was in as deep as it could go, it didn't stop, but began to coil up inside her, filling and stretching her until she ached. She whined, frustrated by unfulfilled need, and then gasped in shock as it withdrew all at once. But she wasn't empty for long; the vine squirmed over her until it found the divot of her asshole and plunged unhesitatingly in.

She was so full and so full and so full. It went deeper than she thought anything could go, twining up through her guts. An ache spread across her lower abdomen, below the bulge of her fluid-filled stomach. Kristyanne panted, dizzy with desire and a distant, muted fear.

With a snap, the end of the vine broke off, leaving some impossible amount of it inside her. The plug began to pulse, and Kristyanne whined as more fluid sloshed and gurgled inside her. She was so hot, burning up, and so full, and so unsatisfied. When the world began to go black around the edges, it was a relief.

* * *

"What the fuck," the SAR ranger muttered. He pulled his radio and called in. "I found them. Three girls, one woman, one man. All unconscious, and, uh, naked." He moved among them, checking vitals. "They're alive, at least. High fevers. I don't know—"

The woman groaned and convulsed, and a jet of green fluid sprayed from between her legs, splattering the ranger's face. A moment later, he was gulping thirstily at the source, even as the taste of it roiled his stomach.

The radio crackled, and he distantly heard someone say, "Mark? Do you copy?" He ignored it. They'd find him soon enough.

Edited 2024-05-10 06:16 (UTC)

Okay but that's extremely hot...

Oh I LOVE this, thank you! The instant switch flip of overwhemling need overruling logic when they taste the sap is so great. >:D

"overcome with need but unable to think what she could do about it" is a fantastic turn of phrase ❤️‍🔥

What a clever propogation system this plant has devised hehehe

Any female character denied bathroom break until she wets herself, then has her soiled panties stuffed in her mouth as a gag to punish the wetting

Bonus point for noncon

Bonus bonus for kidnapping/captivity scenario

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Edited (Added OW as an option ) 2024-04-26 22:18 (UTC)

"Hey," Shiv says loudly to one of the men with guns. "I need to piss. Can I go to the bathroom?"

"Oh, Jesus," Karl says weakly. "Siobhan, please."

The terrorist grins at her. "No one leaves," he says. "You need to piss, you do it here."

She rolls her eyes. "Come on."

Another man joins him, and now no one is smiling. They stare down at her as she shifts in her chair. "No one leaves," the taller man repeats.

Shiv tries to think. The need is made more urgent by the sudden rush of real fear. "So... give me a bucket? Or something?" God, doesn't anyone else in this room need to pee? Is she the only one?

Laired clears his throat. "Some of the, uh, gentlemen have been using the, uh." He gestures at a potted palm in the corner. "You could. Uh."

The thought of squatting in front of a room full of people and trying to aim into the piss-soaked dirt is horrifying. How do men live with themselves? "I'd rather wet myself," she says flatly.

The two terrorists laugh. "Dirty American bitch," the shorter one says. "I heard you're all filthy whores. Now I know it's true."

Shiv snorts. She's been called so much worse, including by her father and brothers. "Yeah, well, I heard your mom sucks donkey dick in back alleys."

Suddenly the gun is in the man's hand and pointed at her as he snaps, "Shut the fuck up!"

Shiv has never had a gun pointed at her, and it turns out, it's terrifying. She feels dizzy, and only stubborn pride keeps her from fainting. But as she clutches at the seat of her chair, her treacherous bladder lets go.

Embarrassment sends blood rushing to her face as warm wetness soaks her panties and the front of her white cotton skirt, the stain clearly visible and the smell of piss rising into the air. Shit, she thinks, why did I have to wear white? It's an inane thought, but in this disorienting moment, it's the only coherent thing her mind can come up with.

Karl and Laird turn their backs, parodies of gentlemanliness. She despises them with every fiber of her being. On the other side of the room, Edouard Asgarov stares at her, and she should hate that more, but she doesn't. These assholes are making a spectacle of her, so fine, let people see. It's their fault, not hers.

The armed men stare in surprise, and then they start to laugh. "It's true!" the shorter one says, cackling. As Shiv sits, frozen, feeling the wet upholstery begin to cool beneath her, he sticks his hand under her skirt and finds her sodden thong. One good yank is enough to snap the thin straps. "Ow," Shiv starts to say, and then her mouth is full of reeking wet silk.

She gags, trying to spit it out, but the man holds his hand over her mouth, grinning at her as she tries not to throw up. To her horror, tears leak out of the corners of her eyes. I'm not crying! she yells in her mind. It's just, it's just my gag reflex! That's all!

But soon she can't deny that she's crying, choking back her sobs around her piss-soaked underwear, as the other man's thick fingers shove into her bared cunt, her piss burning inside her and horribly slicking his palm as it brushes incidentally, maddeningly, over her clit. And of all the things she's furious about, the worst is that they made her cry where Asgarov could see. She could have still found a way to negotiate with him after being humiliated and assaulted, and he would have only been impressed by her chutzpah. But once men see tears, a woman becomes nothing at all.

As the shorter man saws his fingers in and out of her and the taller one begins to grope her breasts, Shiv finds herself sort of hoping they kill her when they've had their fun. At least then she wouldn't have to go back to her father and admit she couldn't seal the deal.

Edited 2024-05-10 06:16 (UTC)

Very hot! I especially like the cunt fingering while he's simultaneously shoving the panties in her mouth. The crying and vulnerability are very chef's kiss, too!!

Would especially enjoy if the M vomiting was Large, but I'll take anything. Bonus points for both parties getting off on it (even if reluctantly.) Extra bonus points for the M vomiting coming untouched from it and/or pissing himself in the process (the M whose cock is being vomited on can also piss, btw.)

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Consensual or otherwise. Bonus points if the person doing the overstimulating is turned on by their partner's tears.

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We all need a good cry sometimes. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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On the third day of their first shore leave together as an official secret couple who identifies that way to each other (yes, “It’s Complicated” is shorter and easier to say but doesn’t provide enough context), Seven walks into the bedroom naked (because what’s the point in being inefficient when you can only have sex when you’re not at work – and Seven of course lives at work?) and finds Raffi, similarly unclothed and sitting beside a towel spread out on the bed.

After a beat, Seven speaks. “Oh.”

The beat is to accommodate the rush between her legs, because while it certainly hasn’t been long since they’ve last had sex (Too long, Seven’s body seems to protest, because Raffi seems these days to turn her into a very greedy woman), it’s been years since Raffi’s been able to do this to her. They just don’t have time.

And this can get messy.

“Only if you want,” replies Raffi, with a smile so radiant that Seven just wants to hold her, wrap up in her warmth and not think of anything else. “I thought, you know, we have time, and it helps you relax.”

The first time Raffi had done this to Seven, it had involves a large act of trust on Seven’s part, to release, to let go, to believe that she would not be too much for Raffi, which is something that Seven has historically always believed. “We’ll ruin the bed.”

Raffi points to the towel. “Technology doesn’t always look very advanced,” she says, “but I come prepared.”

“You’ll be soaked.”

“You,” says Raffi, low and intentional, and Seven shivers, “underestimate how hot you are and how much I love touching you. All of you.”

Seven swallows. “Probably.”

Raffi sits and smolders. Seven walks toward her, then kneels to kiss her.

The warmth of Raffi’s form flashes against Seven’s skin, a catalyst for her need, which rises to the surface and floods her nerve endings. Raffi lies back and lets Seven envelop her, Seven thrumming with desire as her wrists touch Raffi’s shoulders, her breast slips close enough to Raffi’s mouth for Raffi to flick her tongue out and meet it with wet warmth.

“Is that a yes?” whispers Raffi, mostly as a formality because she and Seven have such a rigid framework for the way these sessions need to go, mostly because at work, where they live, Raffi reports to Seven, and there’s a clear chain of command.

That chain of command changes when they’re in this room. There is no room for ambiguity. Their relationship must work within parameters that they both clearly understand.

Here, Seven can lean into what she’s never allowed to lean into on the Enterprise.
Here, she leans into greed.

She finds Raffi’s hand on the bed and pulls it between her legs. Raffi hums, a deep noise of satisfaction, then gasps, just a little, opens her mouth to mirror Seven’s as Seven lets herself over into the pleasure of Raffi’s touch.

“Yes,” whispers Seven. She closes her eyes. She’s had Raffi’s hand inside of her mere hours ago, and she already misses the way it feels.

It’s so simple to be like this: a bundle of need at the tips of Raffi’s fingers, malleable and desired. She doesn’t worry about the way that people look at her or her implants or her command decisions. She doesn’t have the fate of hundreds of lives at the tips of her fingertips. She’s not making any impossible choices. She only has one choice, which is how fast she moves towards release under Raffi’s hands.

She rocks her hips into a slow wave of pleasure, the first time submerging under liquid on a hot, hot day.

“You’re dripping for me,” observes Raffi, her voice filled with wonder. “You’re such a good, good girl.” Seven moans, rolling her hips into Raffi’s hand. “I bet you can be wetter for me.”
Seven leans down and rubs her forehead into Raffi’s, like that will somehow offset the overwhelming sensation flaming within her, which Raffi is massaging out of her. “Make me,” she says.

Raffi raises her hand to Seven’s cheek, and Seven leans into it. “Lie down for me, honey,” says Raffi. “That’s an order.”

******

Seven’s hamstring strains, just a little, because her leg is slung over Raffi’s shoulder, and she is so, so open for her lover’s touch.

“That’s a good girl,” croons Raffi. She curls her fingers within Seven, and Seven’s not sure what else is happening because really, who could care right now? But she vaguely remembers the first time this happened, demanding to know how Raffi could coax this out of her body, stimulate this level of release.

So she knows that Raffi’s hand is on her mound, pressing against her. Then her fingers are inside, stroking. And it’s the pressure together that…

The wave of pleasure hits Seven like a bolt of phaser fire, nearly uncomfortable, nearly embarrassing, but also not.

(She always feels completely safe with Raffi, who takes care of Seven and only ever wants her to feel good, who is completely devoted to her in a way that defies all logic and explanation, who will never humiliate Seven or make her feel ashamed about her desires.)

“More?” asks Raffi, her eyes dark and hungry for Seven. She always looks this way when she’s turned all of that softness within her into a funnel for Seven’s desire.

Raffi can draw it out.

Raffi can twist it between her fingers, in her mouth.

Raffi can give it back to Seven hundredfold. “Yes, fuck,” whispers Seven, and Raffi shifts above her, angles her arm, curls deeper and with more pressure.

“You know what I love about you?”

Seven breathes a smile in the middle of all of the erotic. “Everything?”

That earns her a grin back. “Well, yes, but also that you are just this fountain–” She emphasizes the word with a particularly deep stroke of her fingers, and Seven cries out. “–overflowing with the ability to feel. And then you do, and it’s just–”

Seven’s not sure how she finds it within her stress-stiffened body to spread her legs wider, let more of Raffi in, but she does.

“Oh, Seven, it’s just so beautiful,” sighs Raffi.

Seven doesn’t want to wait anymore, wants to flow for her lover who wants to see her like this, wants to coax this out of her.

Raffi thinks it’s beautiful.

Seven moans from a deep place and cants her lips into Raffi’s hand. Her lower abs strain, her limbs a tangle under Raffi’s muscle and desire, and she can feel it begin somewhere deep in her core.

“Good girl,” says Raffi, groaning from the exertion. “Good girl, let yourself go for me. Let yourself go for you.”

Seven lets her head fall back, a storm building between her legs, at the base of her spine, within her belly. She rocks her hips, arms flung out in surrender, welcoming in the sensation, Raffi, this sacred time they have together.

Until she can’t anymore.

She moans, and it sounds strangled, as she comes, squirting, soaking the bed, Raffi’s hands within her, the sheets around her. She doesn’t care. She just needs the release, needs more of Raffi, needs to put it all somewhere because Raffi is barely enough for her body to handle.

Her touch.

Her love.

Raffi gently, gently cradles Seven’s thigh in one arm as Seven continues riding Raffi’s hand, straining her orgasm for everything that’s left.

Seven opens her eyes, and the room is so bright.

“There’s no way,” she whispers, “that that was contained to the towel.”

Raffi’s gaze flashes wickedly as she makes a show of licking some of the drops off Seven’s thigh and – fuck – Seven already feels the urge to go again.

How did they ever get out of bed before they worked together? Seven tries to remember.

“You let me worry about that,” says Raffi. Her hand makes a profanely wet sound as she slips out of Seven, presses her warm, wet hand to Seven’s clit. “Besides, we’re not done yet.”

Seven tries to catch her breath. “Hydration–”

“Look beside you.”

And Raffi is really good at this. Really. Seven doesn’t even need to lift her head to drink from the straw beside her.

Raffi rubs her forehead into Seven’s thigh. It’s a little sticky there, because Seven’s so wet, but if Raffi minds, she doesn’t let on at all.

Seven swallows, closes her eyes, and finds that within her, there is still so much desire, so much greed.

She embraces it, because she knows that Raffi does too. She reaches for Raffi, who presses a salted kiss to her lips.

Seven smiles against her mouth. “Orders,” she says, tongue slipping against Raffi’s, messy and persistent.

“I’m going to touch you for hours,” Raffi replies. “Get ready.”

Seven spreads, relaxes, welcomes Raffi into her.

Ohhhh that is so hot.

Seconded; this is fantastic, omg...!

Thirded! <333

Opt-In: Rape/Non-Con, Dubious Consent, Scat

Alpha/Any as in your choice of Alpha/Alpha, Alpha/Beta, Alpha/Omega

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Pet play + piss are two flavors that go great together! Love it as part of consensual humiliation. Doing it in public/semi-public is a bonus.

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Basically, Feyd spitting on Paul and then it turns into a whole thing. Bonus points for spit as lube.

Opting into incest and dubious consent.

That's the prompt! I am picturing Paul using Omorashi as a tool to tame Feyd but I can be convinced either way.

Opting in to incest and dubious consent.

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Three Weeks for Dreamwidth 2024: Flash Flood Prompt Fest

What's a "sex fluid"?

How to play

Prompting

Posting

Reading

Asking questions

Questions, comments, etc.

Thank you!

Any fandom, any female character, pussy whipped/spanked until she wets herself

Succession, Gerri Kellman makes Roman Roy lick up his own come

Star Wars Sequels, Finn/Poe, felching

Any Fandom, f/f vampire/human, menstrual sex + bloodplay

Any Fandom or OW, tentacle plug detaches from monster and endlessly pumps victim full of fluid

Original Work, tentacle plug detaches from monster and endlessly pumps victim full of fluid

Re: Original Work, tentacle plug detaches from monster and endlessly pumps victim full of fluid

Re: Original Work, tentacle plug detaches from monster and endlessly pumps victim full of fluid

Any fandom or Original Work, any female character receiving, forced wetting + panty gag

Succession AU where Shiv, not Roman, goes to Turkey in S2E09; forced wetting + panty gag

Re: Succession AU where Shiv, not Roman, goes to Turkey in S2E09; forced wetting + panty gag

Any Fandom including OW, M/M, vomiting from rough irrumatio

Any Fandom, Any Pairing, Crying Due to Overstimulation

Any Fandom, Any Pairing, Cathartic Tears During Impact Play

Any Fandom, F/F, “She's a ten but you have to put a towel down.”

Re: Any Fandom, F/F, “She's a ten but you have to put a towel down.”

Re: Any Fandom, F/F, “She's a ten but you have to put a towel down.”

Re: Any Fandom, F/F, “She's a ten but you have to put a towel down.”

Re: Any Fandom, F/F, “She's a ten but you have to put a towel down.”

Any fandom or Original Work, M/M, Peeing on someone’s face

Any fandom or Original Work, Alpha/Any (Omegaverse), Marking someone as property by peeing on them

Any Fandom Including OW, M/M, Pissing like an animal

Any Fandom, M/M or F/F, blood as lube

Dune, Feyd/Paul, Spit kink

Dune, Feyd/Paul, Omorashi