Nextly, I am having fic-induced trauma. Or drama. Some kind of an ama.
Also, I am angry for my cable box isn't working. Grrrr. I wants more channels that I need. I wants it nowwwww! But I still have regular cable, so yes, will be watching The Daily Show, cuz the pimp daddy himself is on with Jon tonight. Yup. Billy Clinton, yo.
Okay, I have a mad, mad idea. I'm going to write five drabbles in this post. Right now. Whatever happens stays in this post. Feedback if you like, hate, or want to come after me with pitchforks.
No seriously, if you want to poke me with pitchforks give me a heads up. I'm not that fast of a runner, though I do a decent sprint.
the flesh reflects the madness within
Fandom: Harry Potter
It's like nails on a chalkboard. Only the nails are long and shredded because he's stopped biting them off and the chalkboard is starved flesh, white and black with dirt. And no chalk scrapes down his flesh as blood rises out of too deep cuts because if he keeps it up, it'll be permanent.
Magic drains here, They make sure of it, but he mutters words and the blood magic works all the same, older and more powerful than anything, anything but-
He doesn't look at their hoods. He knows what waits there.
His flesh is a recording of revenge.
too good at playing bad
"You didn't say why you wanted to see me." She says this as he finally comes up to rest next to her, their bodies sweaty and spent.
"Mmmm," he answers, shuddering as her hand sweeps over his cock. "I think you'll have to give me a bit of time."
She shrugs and fakes a disappointed pout. "Half hour?"
"Only if you're very good."
"Well fuck, then."
He chuckles and smoothes a hand down her chest, stopping at her nipple for a few moments before finding his way down to her pussy. She parts her legs, failing at being demure as her hips twist, trying to get his fingers so much closer.
And as his fingers trace closer and closer to her clit, he says right into her ear, "This is why."
As she comes, she almost believes it.
lies come back to haunt you
"Your relationship with Spike still confuses me despite your obvious domination."
"I'm not quite sure I follow you, Illyria."
"Why would you engage in intimate activities only once? He is flexible, despite his weaknesses."
"Ah, the great poncy wonder. Who are we saving this week, Angelus?"
"Spike did you tell Illyria we were...uh, lovers?"
"WHAT? Yeah right, keep on dreaming, just because you can't have a certain slayer doesn't mean, I mean, bloody hell, that was a lot of alcohol and-"
"Illyria, we were never intimate. But we do fuck on occasion. What can I say? He's got a great ass."
"Just as I expected. May I borrow him?"
"You don't want him. He bites."
"I bloody well DO NOT! Wait. Oh."
are you the female of your species
"Holy GOD!" John shuddered as he climaxed and managed not to collapse in Aeryn's arms, a fact he was very proud of.
"May I ask you a question, John?"
"Baby," he pants, "You could ask me to sign off all of my possessions to you - my leather pants, the module, and my chess game - and I would right now. You are too frelling good."
Aeryn smiled slightly. "Thank you, John. I have always wondered - are all humans so-"
"Wonderful at makin' love?"
As she smiled, she shook her head, "You are incorrigible. I was wondering why you find sexual release to be the appropriate time for prayers...John?"
John shook harshly, this time to cover his laughter.
"Oh baby, I think I'm ready to start praying again."
worship you in chocolate
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC 17
"You know I've started a list of the top five idiotic things I've witnessed since being your friend."
"This is probably high on the list, isn't it, Moony?"
"Well, let's see. My sheets are sticky. And not in the rather pleasant way. I am covered with hardened chocolate. I feel about as sexy as a plucked chicken. In semi-melted chocolate. And my hands are stuck to my sides. And yours are stuck to my-"
"Yes, well, I read in a Muggle book-"
"Don't tempt me with pretending you were reading a proper book."
"Well, er, no-"
"Thought so. You did something to this chocolate, didn't you, Sirius?"
"Didn't catch that."
"'Sposed to make it a bit sexier, you see."
Remus sighs and attempts to move, only managing to get Sirius’ hand to slide down his hard cock, the friction wonderful but just not enough. "You're very lucky I'm in love with you, you daft animal."
Sirius kisses the side of Remus’ neck (one the few places free from the dreaded cursed chocolate) and says, “It’ll melt in a few hours, love.”
The End of the Line, Kiddos.
Okay, so some of them weren’t proper drabbles. And weren’t proper fics at all. But there was porn!
Now I feel all accomplished. So it shall be my mood.