Astrological Significance Of Moles

riannon1978 @ 2008-06-24T15: 07:00

Those who think that there are many in the Potter fandom Sue, you should go into the Twilight section. Poor Edward is so overrun with them formally. Can of course be because he is a studio (even worse than Harry and that is damn hard to beat), and constantly with pompous declarations of love throwing around. * G * And, unfortunately, hardly Slash far and wide, apparently will be so stoned even for the mere mention of this but Jake's for him and Bella is bartered to Alice hehe. But the German fandom seems to be innocent and still small, so for now I'll have to resort to English fics.

PS I got my first gray hair discovered. No shit.

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harry draco Ficlet

because they do not know what it does and has too much cheap red wine inside them. No excuse but a reason. Or so.
Again ficathon_de for were , on the very last minute, so you may forgive me some drafting error, perhaps, again for Kink (sex in public toilets) and the fact that I Porn so reluctant to write, I produce a lot of it lately condemned. Well, yes.
Rating: R
Warning: toilets. Dirty toilets.
Disclaimer: I hate to have to repeat myself.

Draco is actually in terms of meeting not really spoiled, but the smell of piss, makes him almost insane. Just like Harry, who stares silently into the blind mirror.

Since minutes. Hours. For too long, anyway.

It's always the same game, and nothing pisses Draco more than when Harry is fighting with his conscience. It is easy, too easy. The unhealed Scratches on Draco's back to prove it. Draco is right behind him touched him not, yet, mustered only the shadow of his face in the stained mirror. Harry looks tired, tired and rushed. Nothing new. Draco knows that rotates Potters conscience. Nevertheless, he is here.

"We have an hour." Draco's patience makes her not much, and he also has Harry now given enough time.

The marking of a match, breaking the silence, a moment later the quiet hiss of the fire can be heard, not necessarily what Draco had hoped.

"And you want to use the time."

"If I were here otherwise?"

hoarse laughter, and the tip of the cigarette trembles when Harry gray smoke inhaled deeply.

"Would you else here, Harry?"

Draco leans forward, pressing against Harry's back to bury the nose in the black hair. Harry smells of wood, rain and wind. The glow describes a hectic arc as Harry leaves the cigarette falling fast; Draco can see teeth marks on the filter. Harry does not smoke, except when he meets with him in siffig station toilets. Or in backyards. Or garbage dumps. Or -

Draco plucked the cigarette out of Harry's fingers, draws, twice a wet filter and pushes them carelessly on the sink. He has had enough of waiting and he knows Harry well enough to know what he can get it. His right hand lies on Harry's step. Harry sighs, Draco smirks, there is no effort to repress the triumph in his voice:

. "Looks like your tail on the bad conscience would have won,"

Draco knows Harry hates when it conducts its miserable hypocrisy in mind. He knows, however, that the Harry fury it easier.

Today.

He spins around and the green eyes dark fury, he stared at Draco for a moment. Shocked and desperate - as if he were about to flee. But Harry will not go, that they both know. Harry has seen it too often so, has given him the blame for all this here, for the lies that are so hideous it easy on the lips. More and more often. Driven by the same insatiable obsession that even Draco drives.

Harry's mouth is soft, in contrast to his teeth that dig in punishing Draco's bottom lip. Draco is the sharp Pain after taste, blood and smoke, can also taste it and enjoy the yields to the opponent Harry grunts.

The car door flies off its hinges almost squeaks as on its last legs and is not important. Only Harry is important. Harry, panting his name, his pants tearing down with flying fingers, the toilet bowl between him and the wall throws in the dirt which herds hot and hard between his legs.

Greasy soil under grazed his knees, the smell of dried piss and vomit and water and wood and wind in his nose, and Harry to him about it, in it. Harry, it caresses the malignant Whispers.

Harry. Harry. Harry.

That's because, claw their hands in Draco's skin. scratching caressing torture.

Harry. Harry. Harry.

His teeth dug into his neck. Hard. Painful fixed. Loving, wanting, desiring.

Harry. Harry. Harry.

not the he can have one. Not quite. Not really. Just so. In the flickering light of a broken light bulb, on dirty tile knees.

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Neville / (force will) Blaise Ficlet

ficathon_de also for written, also in the kink (the kink by the way was SM)
Warning: bad conscience
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Still known

Neville looks down feeling, softly circling fingertips on his shoulder. The book in his hands trembling treacherous. He does not dare to turn around, but did not dare even on the road. Not when Blaise kneeling behind him. Naked. The skin is still damp and warm from the shower.

"Come on, Neville, Blaise attracts the voice as dark as his eyes. "That's why you're here."

"Actually I'm digging for the promised tuition here. "Neville's fingernails in printed paper, although they prefer to dig in Blaise's skin.

"Definitely." Blaise laughed hoarsely rubs his nose on Neville's neck. "I know that you like it. You like it almost better than me. "

" Not true! "Protested Neville. Weak. Implausible. A miserable attempt. "I like it a bit."

only half the story. He does not like to lose control. And he will. Inevitably. Then he will do things that will not do. And afterwards he will stammer excuses, which do not facilitate his conscience. And Blaise will smile and say that it was not bad that he liked it. And Neville will not believe him.

"liar," Blaise whispered attacks, around Neville, pressed his palm against Neville's lap.

"Oh."

The book comes with a muffled sound to the ground and is forgotten instantly. Neville's head falls back, shoulder and Blaise Blaise against smells of lemon and honey and water and pressed his hand on Neville's tail is the right way.

"go," whispers and kisses Blaise Neville temple, his ear from his mouth. "Oh!"

But there is still the fear of himself, dark and lurking, and bitter, and not to supplant. Neville ventured a last attempt to avert it and knows that he has actually lost a long time.

"I do not want that. Not so. "

" Yes, you will, "Blaise corrected and moved away from him, arrives in position and Neville sweats and think it must be because of how well Blaise red skin under his slamming Fingers touch. "And I want it too."

"That's not fair," Neville choked - and he lures is hot, so hot and Blaise and invites and compels and ...

"Yes, it is not. Come here. "

... and Neville gives up, turns around, looks down, reaches for Blaise, who is kneeling on the bed, inviting, is delivering, which defy Neville this sight can not resist, never; even if he makes it. Neville and forgets that he will be biting the bad conscience is not asleep. The fact that he's going to hurt him. Blaise because it wants to. Because he even wants it. Somehow. Because Blaise feels good to press against him, his legs spread apart, his head pressed into the pillow, so Neville can not see how he grimaces and gasps and whispers that it's not bad that it is good. And Neville will stop to think, listen to his to lose and win and believe the lie, because Blair wants it.

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James / Severus Worship Ficlet (perfect)

Written for ficathon_de in Kink
Rating: NC-17
Warning: feet
Disclaimer: Should be known

It starts just at first, but Severus shakes already , as it silky, caramel-colored skin with open lips only touches, they explored devoutly, and each core, each fold and indentation. As it tastes soapy and salt and James.

It starts at first grade, but Severus is rock hard right now.

He grabs when James draws the legs, with a sound, half sob, half laugh, winds on the white sheet. Reluctantly, he breaks away from his eyes perfectly formed feet, and looks up at James, who zurückstarrt from open eyes, the cheeks of hectic red stains littered the lips sore and bitten.

"Hold still."

his tongue from fast, licks toes cramped and James a pillow pressed into the flushed face, a weak attempt to suppress his pitiful whimpering. In vain. Severus, taken completely by his actions, knows no mercy. He sucks each toe into his mouth, costs and tastes, tortures and equally spoiled.

"Severus! Please ...! "

To whatever will always ask James, it goes on in an inarticulate gurgle. His fingers grip of the bedding, chest heaving frantically under crumpled white shirt material - Severus smiled and licks the soft sole. James' body tenses like a steel spring, pushing his hips into the air, he perseveres and snapped snorting for air.

"Enough!"

Severus shook his head, his face pressed against the sole and moisture-painted circles on burning nerve endings. "Not just yet ..." He touches himself through his pants, pressed to the same rhythm, with his tongue penetrates into the spaces between the toes. James shook as he has power to bend his toes scratching over Severus' nose and cheeks and hot sparks shoot through Severus' body directly between his legs and it's good and sweet and warm and -

! "That's enough, damn"

James pulls her knees up to his chin, breathes heavy and loud and Severus bites disappointed on the lips. Between his legs erkrampften it knocks.

"enough," James repeated, panting. "Now you keep quiet."

Severus 'fingers cramp expectantly when James with both feet on Severus' neck, caressing, massaging the small light brown nipples until they stick out hard and red and throbbing and panting Severus must press both hands on his painful erection. James 'feet are beautiful works of art on his pale skin and draw circles on Severus' belly touching him playfully through damp cloth; attract nudge - and Severus, very shaky impatience, pulls and pulls up his pants and faded pants down to his knees and hang his lean hips pushing helplessly forward.

strokes with the tips James, softly, quietly agonizing over the reddened glans pushes and pushes and Severus, the eyes do not turn away, turn away, they will not, as James' feet it embraced massage, distribute tough moisture on the top, so good, so perfect, so -

Severus whines and moans and screams as his seed distributed opaque white and sticky on James' feet, passes between the toes - a milky contrast to the tanned skin. After falling in front, supported on trembling forearm, Severus pumping air into its lungs painfully tight. Salty sweat runs across his forehead, is mixed with saliva hanging on his lower lip. Only slowly be swept clean brain is coming back on tour and the first clear thought is that he has spotted James feet. He wants to Wants to prevent this soft, smooth skin clean with his tongue, but James escapes him, shakes his head in horror.

"That'll forget you, Severus! . Once a day should be enough "

The disappointment is like a stab in the back, but only briefly, James conciliatory spreads her legs and crawls Severus smiling in between, presses his nose into James' step.

A body part as perfectly as the others.

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I am just just occurred Simmering!

Dearest

moor hen , happy later birthday! I hope you celebrated well, just as you planned it * press *

And shame on me, because I once again lost a total overview and forget you. Do you wish you as compensation a Ficlet? : O)

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ficathon_de 's go to the second round: Gen vs Kink! And I already buzzing the skulls of the many HP prompts to entice me, while it is still a lot of other great things I would like to write. And just two weeks! I know me: I editable to 500 words NEN hot and get nothing back on the chain. That's why I've made quite fixed: close eyes, touch, post and hope that I do not fabricate total shit xD

And if anyone is pity to write me a tiny Neville / Blaise Ficlet, I would rumrutschen knees before him would be my gratitude limitless! ^ ^