flash_flood_exchange | Three Weeks for Dreamwidth 2024: Flash Flood Prompt Fest

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Happy

3weeks4dreamwidth! Inspired by

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

You must be 18 or older to participate. If you don't have a Dreamwidth account, you can comment anonymously.

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

From:

cindybug

Opt-Ins:
Rape/Non-Con
Dubious Consent
Pregnancy/Impregnation
Incest

From:

ericine

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.