Drabble meme again! Open to requests

[lokifan]

Earlier tonight I had a fight with my mum. It led to a very emotionally draining talk. I’ve had a short nap, eaten chocolatey carbohydrate, taken headache pills, read happy fic... still feeling very unhappy and stressed. So, I think a distraction in the form of a drabble meme is in order! It will very probably make me feel happier. And if it doesn’t, it’s a technique that will make you guys happier and not make me fatter, so it’s better than eating more chocolate digestives.

I’m limiting this to ten people for fear of OH GOD FAILING AT MEME stress. You may give me a pairing, a kink, a one-word prompt – any combination of the three. :) As ever, my fandoms are: Harry Potter, BtVS/Angel, Doctor Who/Torchwood (including parts of Classic Who but I make no promises), and White Collar. Try me with a rare literary fandom if you like, as well. I'll write pretty much any pairing, and if I can't write your request you get to make another one.

Let’s go!

Comments

[treacle-tartlet.livejournal.com]

\o/

H/D, Draco in high heels.

Walk All Over You

[lokifan]

Hoping the length of this makes up for the lateness...



Draco caught his breath when Harry shyly said what he wanted. Harry was bisexual, and the vague fear that he might want a woman one day - but no, he'd wanted Ginny Weasley, consummate tomboy. That couldn't be what it meant.

He bought shiny black heels from a fetish shop. It made his cheeks heat to look at them: they looked like the sort of thing women wore to whip men and make them cry. In the end he bought power-blue heels from a posh shop instead.

He tried them on in the bedroom, wobbling around on the carpet, his hamstrings straining. He couldn't walk in them, it wasn't going to work, he'd never fulfil Harry's fantasy -

Oh, wait.

Draco stripped but for the heels and curled seductively on the bed. Walking was not required here.



Harry gasped harshly as he walked in, and Draco smiled. “Hello Harry.”

Harry stripped quickly, his eyes obsessively on Draco. Then he crawled onto the bed, and reached out to stroke along the length of one shoe, his fingers brushing Draco’s skin. His face was fervent, his pupils dilating. Draco’s body tightened with lust at the sight of it.

Harry looked him full in the face as he crawled over to kiss him. “You, in those heels...”

“Me,” Draco agreed before he was being kissed. It was unapologetically erotic: Harry took his mouth as if he had a right to it, his hot tongue tracing Draco’s mouth, his lips demanding Draco’s full participation. Draco kissed back as his brain went soft. His hands reacquainted themselves with the long muscles of Harry’s back, with his shoulders and flanks, after a long day away. Harry’s hands were on him, too: Draco moaned softly at the way Harry’s hand stroked gently along the length of his jaw. Then the other was teasing his nipple, and Draco’s back arched.

Harry’s hand slid down Draco’s body to slip between his legs. Draco grinned into the kiss in anticipation.

Harry groaned as he found Draco slick and prepared. “Fuck,” he choked.

Draco made a smug noise. Then he gasped, body tightening, as Harry slipped three fingers inside him. Harry chuckled, voice low and half-predatory, and curled his fingers. Pleasure jolted through Draco’s body and he groaned, his thighs tightening around Harry’s body, his back arching as he sought more stimulation.

Draco pushed at Harry’s shoulders. Harry withdrew his fingers and turned onto his back easily, lying back with a grin.

“So you’re going to ride me? I am a lucky man.”

“I know,” Draco agreed, making Harry chuff in amusement.

Then Draco straddled him. His legs were curled under him, the heels pressed against Harry’s legs. He took hold of Harry’s cock and sank down.

Part 2 - stupid LJ

[lokifan]

Preparing himself, then the kissing and groping with Harry, had wound him up to a fever pitch and he was in no mood to be gentle with himself. He pushed himself all the way down, until his arse rested firmly in the cradle of Harry’s hips and Harry’s cock was a solid heat inside him. And then he lifted himself, thighs straining as he began to ride.

This was a treat for Harry and so he performed: arching his back, moaning, showing off before he let himself stroke Harry’s chest. Harry’s hands landed heavily on his hips, his green eyes devouring. Draco shuddered under their hot, intense weight.

Before long his heart was pounding in his chest and sweat slicked his body. He reached for his cock, unable to wait any more, and gave it a long stroke. He gasped as his body clenched automatically around the fat cock inside him.

Harry reared up from the bed, his green eyes glaring from under his wild black hair. Draco felt himself lifted off Harry’s cock, and then Harry was pushing him half-violently onto the bed on his back. “Sorry, love, but I have to – you’ve no idea how you look – ” And Harry pushed inside.

He was gentle and slow, perhaps trying to make up for his previous roughness, and it wasn’t enough. Draco jabbed the heels of his shoes into Harry. “Come on, faster!”

Harry grunted. “Fine, you demanding little bastard!”

He fucked Draco so hard that every thrust pushed him up the bed, so hard he was panting like a bellows as he licked the curve of Draco’s shoulder, so hard Draco howled for him. Draco grasped desperately at the hot, smooth skin of his shoulders, feeling the muscles flex and work beneath. He grabbed for his cock with his other hand, wanking fervently. Harry’s cock was rubbing Draco’s prostate with every thrust, and it wasn’t long before Draco clenched, cried out, and came.

Harry groaned, fucking Draco through his orgasm, making it longer and harder and brighter. He kept going as Draco went limp, face flushed and mouth open, until he finally shuddered and came.

They lay together, panting into each other’s ears. Draco experimentally licked one of Harry’s, and Harry grumbled into the pillow. “Careful, Draco. Are you ready for me to fuck you raw again? I’ll have you begging, I swear it.”

Draco snorted sleepily, and rubbed a high-heeled shoe along the back of Harry’s calf. “Please. I can walk all over you...”

[la-mariane.livejournal.com]

fandom : HP
Pairing : Harry/Charlie Weasley
Prompt : ice

*virtual hugs and I hope you feel cheered up soon*

Fucking Like The World’s About To End

[lokifan]

Thanks! I feel better already :) I've never done this kink or pairing before, I hope it was okay...


Harry associated Charlie with fire. Warmth, danger, dragons, hearth and home, sex that set the bed aflame: all those things were Charlie things. But now he was naked under Charlie, and the other man had an ice-cube in one strong hand, he was thinking ice might fit him too.

Charlie pressed the ice-cube to Harry’s right nipple. It instantly hardened, Harry’s flesh pressing the ice as if begging for more. Harry gasped, the cold sending shockwaves through his nerves. Then Charlie pulled it away and sealed his hot mouth over the nipple, teasing and tugging it until Harry groaned aloud.

Charlie chuckled against his damp flesh, and slid his mouth downwards in a hot trail over his chest and abdomen, before sealing it over the head of Harry’s cock.

Harry moaned. The sound was broken by a gasp: Charlie had pressed the ice-cube to his balls. He groaned in almost-protest at the contrast. Shocking cold and hot suction worked in concert until he was twisting on the sheets. The ice-cube was melting now, chill liquid trickling down the length of his cock. Charlie followed the trail with his mouth.

Then a sliver of ice was at his hole and Charlie had sucked down his cock and Harry was blind with sensation, howling as the ice was pushed inside and Charlie deep-throated him.

The cold and the heat and the shock and the suction – Harry’s toes curled and his fingers grabbed at Charlie’s hair as he roared a fucking spectacular orgasm.

Charlie raised his head as Harry lay fuzzily in the afterglow. He was grinning.

“Okay, you were right,” Harry said grumpily.

[thedomboss.livejournal.com]

Ron/Draco, buttplug, and Jpop
lol have fun with that:) hope you feel better soon

[seraphimerising.livejournal.com]

Ron/Draco, restraints, topping from the bottom 0:)

I hope you get to feeling better. *virtual hugs*

Totally Top

[lokifan]

Heh, remember how the post said 'drabble meme'? Yeah, well. That didn't happen.



Draco squirmed anxiously in the restraints. The wide, soft leather cuffs rubbed against his wrists, and his crotch rubbed against Ron’s. Ron grinned down smugly from atop him, his arms crossed over his muscled chest.

“What are you going to – ”

“Nothing bad,” Ron responded, flashing a smile which was the opposite of reassuring.

He slid off Draco and reached for the lube. Draco moaned as a large, slick hand wrapped itself round his cock, pumping him steadily and covering him with the stuff. His hips followed Ron’s rhythm, thrusting upwards in helpless chasing of Ron’s touch.

Then it went away. Ron pulled off and backed away, leaving Draco’s slick, drooling cock untouched. “Ron!” Draco whined.

“Ssh, Malfoy. You’re in for a nice show.” Ron leant against the footboard, spread his legs, and oh... he was preparing himself, sliding two of those long fingers inside his hole. Draco whined breathlessly at the sight, Ron’s wrinkled little hole stretching around his fingers, Ron’s big hand pumping between his thighs. He couldn’t see everything, but that only increased his desperation. The slick sounds of Ron fingering himself, his panting as he did it, the rosy flush sliding down his chest... Draco realised he was tugging unconsciously at the cuffs.

He stopped abruptly, and Ron grinned teasingly despite his flush. “D’you want to touch me, Draco?”

“Yes, damn you, of course I do!” Draco snarled. His voice was breathy. Then Ron sunk three fingers all the way in, his eyes shutting. He moaned, and the sound was so hot Draco’s back arched of its own accord.

Ron opened his eyes in time to catch the movement. “Nice.” And fucking finally he was crawling across the bed to kneel over Draco’s cock. Draco moaned in relief as Ron took hold of him, and slid down.

Such heat and pressure as Ron’s tight arse squeezed itself around him. Ron’s head was thrown back, his mouth pursed as he lowered himself, taking Draco all the way in. His chest and thigh muscles worked as he rose again, cruelly taking that warmth with him. Draco moaned: beyond words, but unmistakably begging.

And then Ron was riding him in earnest, hips and thighs and chest working in concert. Ron’s eyes were screwed shut as he chased his own pleasure, and Draco had never felt so pleasurably used. He was shaking with lust. He felt brainless, overwhelmed by the sight of it: his tall, muscular Ron perched atop him and riding him to oblivion.

Then Ron fell forward, his hands wrapping round Draco’s forearms just under the restraints. His reddened face was suddenly so close Draco could smell his sweat, his blue eyes intent on Draco’s face. Ron tightened his hands on Draco’s arms and his arse round Draco’s cock together, growled out, “come,” and Draco was groaning, crying out, his body arching uncontrollably as he came in one long stream.

He blinked his eyes open to find Ron’s face mere inches away, watching him with blue eyes turned black with lust.

Draco’s stomach squirmed pleasurably as he tensed. “You’re not going to let me go now, are you?”

“Of course not,” Ron said cheerfully. “Accio ballgag!”

[sesheta-66.livejournal.com]

*hugs you*

Pairing: H/D or AS/S
Kink: handcuffs and/or whipped cream
Word: smurf (heheheh)

*smooches*

Screwed Blue

[lokifan]

So this kind of became a ficlet rather than a drabble, since it’s, y’know, 700 words long. I could not make the porn happen – probably because this Harry’s likely a virgin – but hopefully a sequel will happen. Either way, enjoy!



Harry took one look at Malfoy and burst out laughing. “You look like a smurf!”

Malfoy’s face – liberally splattered with blue paint – went through a series of contortions before he settled on annoyance. “No I don’t!”

“D’you know what a smurf is, Malfoy?”

“No.” Malfoy pouted at him. He’d been doing it a lot since his community service – rebuilding Hogwarts – began, probably because in the absence of a wand, pouting was the best way to get what he wanted. Smeared with blue paint – it was even in his hair – and sweaty, it was extra-effective.

Malfoy turned towards the stairs.

“Wait. You know I’ve got to search you for contraband.” Harry was Malfoy’s Auror sponsor for the programme.

Malfoy stopped, his jaw clenching, then stood against the wall with his arms and legs spread. Harry felt sorry for him – it didn’t seem fair – but this aspect of his Auror Trainee status was his favourite. He crouched in front of Malfoy and ran his hands slowly up the front of his legs. Malfoy’s thighs were tense under his hands. Harry glanced up to see Malfoy flush. He found this humiliating, Harry knew: to be treated like a criminal, with his old enemy in charge of checking him for contraband.

Harry made himself smooth his hands over Malfoy’s hips, then rubbed over his chest. Blue smeared over his hands.

Harry had to clear his throat before he could rasp, “turn around.”

Malfoy scowled, unmoving.

“Malfoy, I don’t want to have to arrest you for non-compliance – ”

“I’m sure.” But he turned and planted his hands on the wall. His fucking fantastic arse was pushed out just the tiniest bit. Harry eyed it, his cock hardening further.

Then he was cupping it, sliding his hands over the taut curves. Blue followed his touch like he was marking Malfoy’s arse as his.

Harry’s face felt hot, the rush of blood there matched only by the rush of blood to his cock. He moved closer to run his hands up Malfoy’s back: the lines of muscle there made up for the crying shame that was letting go of his arse.

As Harry reached for his shoulders, he leaned in too far. His erection pressed firmly against Malfoy’s arse for an unmistakable moment.

Harry leapt back like a scalded cat as Malfoy spun. His eyes were almost wild. “Was that – you were – ” They fell to Harry’s crotch. “You’re hard.”

“I – I didn’t mean to.”

Malfoy spluttered a laugh. “Pardon?”

“I didn’t mean to – to sexually harass you or anything,” Harry said, hoping painfully that this didn’t lose him his place in Auror training as well as the chance to have his hands all over Malfoy’s body. Malfoy was pressed against the wall, his face shocked. “I can have you transferred to somebody else. It might take a few days but – I wasn’t trying to molest you or anything – ”

At this, Malfoy seemed to regain his composure. “Obviously. If you were trying, you clearly weren’t trying hard enough.”

Harry stared. “What?”

“You heard me.”

A sly smile crossed Malfoy’s face, and he pushed off the wall. Harry backed away.

“C’mon, Potter. Are you sure you don’t want to have another go?”

“Of course I do,” Harry snapped. “Stop smiling! D’you know how hard I’ve been trying to not let – let my urges get in the way of things – ”

“That’s why you got snappy with me,” Malfoy said, in the tones of one experiencing a relevation. For a moment his pale eyes were soft. Then the sly grin was back. “Doing the right thing for me, Potter? Perish the thought. I’m a bad man.”

“You’re not, don’t say that – ”

“Of course I am. So you must arrest me.”

Harry blinked. “Arrest you?”

“And then interrogate me.” Malfoy gave him a grin, soft and teasing at the same time, that Harry had seen before, but not directed at him. It had only belonged to Pansy Parkinson.

Harry’s heart started pounding in his chest even before Malfoy said his next words. “Perhaps you could use those interesting handcuffs on your belt.”

[woldy]

Buffy/Faith, notch in the bedpost

'One Girl' My Arse :)

[lokifan]

Slayer senses told Buffy when a vampire was near. When Angel kissed her, there was an edge of adrenaline – time to fight! -- in every moment.

Faith was different. She felt wrong but perfect too: the Slayerness that only one girl should have added frisson to every touch.

Having that sensation between your legs, it turned out, was amazing. Faith’s hot mouth was on her, eating her out with enthusiasm, groaning against Buffy’s slick flesh as she left fingerprint bruises on her thighs.

Buffy swore that if ended up a notch on Faith’s bedpost, she’d be a fucking fantastic one.

[elainemalfoy.livejournal.com]

oooh oooh Ron/Draco: bottom! Ron, food porn :D

Really hope you feel better hun ♥
*hugs*

[lokifan]

Er. I am really a fail at foodporn, could you pick something else please? Sorry!

*hugs back* I feel better already!

[drippingcherry.livejournal.com]

H/D, orgasm denial

[lokifan]

Denial or delay? I'll write either, but I wanted to check!

[melusinahp.livejournal.com]

Rabastan/Draco, knife. :D

As usual, I get too caught up in thinking about Draco being abused and miss the point.

*hugs* I'm sorry you are feeling stressed, lovely. I hope something good came out of the talk or that at least you can put it behind you. ♥

[deathlydragon.livejournal.com]

Oh, let me just say that I so second this. I slowly become too addicted to that pair...

And a hug from me as well, but remember, chocolate is like revenge, it only tastes sweet for a short moment and has nasty side effects.

Blade, warnings: non-con, kinda bloodplay

[lokifan]

D'aww, thanks. I think it was helpful... not sure yet.

I'll write an extra drabble of this for deathlydragon, too:



Rabastan ran the flat of the blade down Draco’s cheekbone. He shuddered, turning his face away from the cold metal. Rabastan reached down and took hold of his hair. “Stay still.”

The shackles clinked as the boy shuddered. Lust squirmed in Rabastan’s stomach.

He ran the knife down Draco’s cheek again: not the flat this time. A thin cut opened up along the length of his right cheek, blood pooling quickly.

The boy whimpered. He was shaking, his eyes clenched shut. His body was taut with the effort of not pulling away, not fighting with all he had.

Rabastan smiled.

[katelinmr.livejournal.com]

MEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEME!!!

errr... pleasE?

[katelinmr.livejournal.com]

Am I still on time?? *looks around* well if so, I want harry/draco - 8th year hogwards, quidditch

♥

[klashfor.livejournal.com]

Haha we are emotionally-draining-talks-with-our-mums twins! Haven't cried so much in forever.

Here's a random one: Cho/Fleur, kissing.

French Kissing

[lokifan]

OMG, me too. SO MUCH CRYING. You get a (double) drabble because you're awesome... there are thirteen or so requests now!



The haughty French champion came up to Cho in the library. Fleur moved with easy grace, as if she knew the boys were watching her and accepted it as her due. Cho – pretty, but fifteen and not yet grown into it – was envious. “Would you show me where I can find books on aquatic mammals?”

“All right,” Cho said, though she didn’t see why Fleur couldn’t have commanded Roger to do it. She lead the way to a dim aisle, then turned to Fleur. “This is it – ”

Fleur slid a soft hand onto her waist. Cho froze, unmoving under the butterfly-light touch. Fleur’s blue eyes were bright, and a smile curved her full lips a moment before she leant in and pressed them to Cho’s.

Cho gasped into her mouth. Fleur kissed with unmistakable certainty: a girl with experience, knowing how to kiss with soft pressure, to coax a response, to tease with a sliding tongue.

Cho backed unconsciously against a bookcase as Fleur crowded her. Both Fleur’s hands were on her waist now, holding her against it. Cho shivered as the taller girl slipped her tongue into her mouth.

Maybe French girls weren’t a bad thing after all.

[sra-danvers.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, mothers we are that way ^^

I'm on time for the drabble?

HP, of course, and Drarry, of course. Vamp Harry? ^^ I love lust blood!!!

[magic-at-mungos.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

Tosh and glasses

[lokifan]

Considering my feelings about Owen (complicated, but not very approving) I’m surprised he’s such a presence here. But I guess it balances the predictability of me going YAY I AM GOING TO PUT MARTHA IN. BECAUSE MARTHA IS AMAZING.


Martha liked glasses: she’d always wished the Doctor wore his more. Tosh was wearing contacts when Martha first saw her, but she’d still clocked the pretty woman with demure clothes and a slightly naughty smile.

When she came back after Owen’s death, Tosh was hiding red eyes behind her glasses. It wasn’t until Martha got them drunk, just the two of them on the Hub steps, that Tosh started to cry.

Martha reached forward, and slid Tosh’s glasses off her face. Tosh blinked at her, her eyes not quite focussing until they reached Martha’s lips.

Her kiss tasted of salt.



PS: obviously Martha heals Tosh’s broken heart with the power of her lips, and they have angsty sex then become this amazing lesbian couple known by aliens everywhere as Awesome Squared.

[subtle-shades.livejournal.com]

Hmmm... I'm not sure if I'm too late. I lost count of prompts about the time my eyes crossed.

Crack!pairing: Harry Potter/Neal McCaffrey
Kink: spanking or first times or whatever blindingly brilliant thing comes to you.

As for emotionally-draining-conversations-with-motherly-figures... they're the worst. Mums always know just where to poke at you.

Is there a prompt or story that you'd like? (You know, something that'll cheer you up. Same rules as your meme.)

[lokifan]

Technically you're too late, but I'm having fun writing the drabbles!

AWWW. D'you do Ron/Draco? Because if so Ron/Draco, spanking, teddy bear. *is mean*


“All right, Mr Caffrey,” Harry said, “why don’t we take it from the top.”

“I love taking it from the top,” Neal tossed back, his face alight with amusement. “And feds are so much more boring than Aurors when it comes to interesting positions.”

“Like the position you took with the FBI, despite knowing it was a breach of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy?”

Neal’s response was witty, charming, credible, and utter bollocks. He wasn’t going to cooperate as long as he felt in control: as long as he could con them.

Harry Summoned a ballgag.

“Hey, what – ”

~*~
“Open wide.” After a long, tense moment of those intense blue eyes trained on the gag, Neal opened his mouth: he wasn’t a fighter. “Nothing that comes out of your mouth is going to be helpful right now.” Harry slipped the ball into Neal’s mouth, stretching those lush lips, and strapped on the gag.

Neal looked up at him appealingly with those big blue eyes. Harry smiled.

Harry fucked him thoroughly, leaving bruises on hips and shoulders, feeling the tight heat of Neal’s arse and smelling his musk.

Neal’s whimpering cries never let up, and he half-screamed when he came.