Title: UnexpectedWarnings: Infidelity/prostitution, implied kink negotiation Pairing: Ron/Draco, 100 words
“Why me?” Draco asked, eyes narrowed and arms folded. He didn’t feel particularly inclined to take Weasley as a client. He was unrefined, with limited funds and a ring on his finger. A combination for disaster.
Weasley blushed. “I heard you… do things, that others won’t.”
“As long as I don’t end up in St Mungo’s, you can do whatever you want to me. Providing you can compensate me accordingly.”
“I can compensate,” Weasley states coldly, before his nervousness returns. “But… what if I want you to do it to me?”
Perhaps Weasley could be an interesting client, after all.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Title: EncouragingWarnings: Dirty Talk, first time blow job, praise, implied come facial Pairing: Charlie/Neville, 100 words
“That’s it, take it slow. Just kiss it, lick it if you want to. Mm, yeah. You can touch it, wrap your fingers around here to steady it, yeah, squeeze a bit harder, that’s it. Can you suck on the tip for me, sweetheart? Just the tip. That’s it, mind your teeth, get your lips around it nice and tight. Fuck, that’s so good, Neville. Shh, not too far, you don’t need to go far, it feels so good baby, it’s okay. I’ll show you how good it feels after I come on your face. Hold still, baby.”
Remus awakes, just days from the full moon, sweaty, panicked, hard.
Always to the dungeons.
He patters softly through the dark corridors without the assistance of wand-light. He pays little mind to the route he takes; his feet know where to go.
Always on his knees.
Already naked when Remus arrives, hands clasped behind his back. Tightly wound anticipation.
Always silently willing.
Obeying each shove, each pull, each harshly-barked command. Each needing this as much as the other.
Always coming together, with a secret kiss that neither will be sure really happened.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Title: LegendWarnings: In/on a magical mode of transportation Pairing: any Weasley of your choice, paired with anyone, 100 words
In villages throughout Devon, you may hear whispers of a modern Muggle legend. The finer details vary, but the similarities are too keen to be denied.
It starts with a purr or a growl, sometimes it sputters in the distance. It is only heard on cloudy Saturday nights, drifting away north, or east, or south, or west some say and returning twenty minutes later.
Of course, no one imagines it could be a Ford Anglia, set to fly in a large circle as the owner and partner retreat to the backseat for a rare moment of privacy once a week.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Title: LiesWarnings: Incest/underage, first time, mutual hand job, angst Pairing: Fred/George, 100 words
Who better? They think as they fumble nervously at their zips. It’s just practice, it doesn’t mean anything, no harm, they whisper as they kiss the lies into the soft skin between neck and shoulder. Hands wander tentatively across ribs and hip bones. Both avoiding looking into his eyes.
Identical fingers wrap around the other’s identical cock. They sigh in unison, telling themselves that it would feel like this with anyone. It’s another lie, and they know it.
Our secret, no harm. Not a lie, this time. Instead, the truth, pursued by desperate hope.
“Why me?” Draco asked, eyes narrowed and arms folded. He didn’t feel particularly inclined to take Weasley as a client. He was unrefined, with limited funds and a ring on his finger. A combination for disaster.
Weasley blushed. “I heard you… do things, that others won’t.”
“As long as I don’t end up in St Mungo’s, you can do whatever you want to me. Providing you can compensate me accordingly.”
“I can compensate,” Weasley states coldly, before his nervousness returns. “But… what if I want you to do it to me?”
Perhaps Weasley could be an interesting client, after all.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Title: Encouraging Warnings: Dirty Talk, first time blow job, praise, implied come facial Pairing: Charlie/Neville, 100 words
“That’s it, take it slow. Just kiss it, lick it if you want to. Mm, yeah. You can touch it, wrap your fingers around here to steady it, yeah, squeeze a bit harder, that’s it. Can you suck on the tip for me, sweetheart? Just the tip. That’s it, mind your teeth, get your lips around it nice and tight. Fuck, that’s so good, Neville. Shh, not too far, you don’t need to go far, it feels so good baby, it’s okay. I’ll show you how good it feels after I come on your face. Hold still, baby.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Title: Always Warnings: Dominance and/or submission, secret relationship, suppressed feelings Pairing: Remus/Severus, 100 words
Always in the dead of night.
Remus awakes, just days from the full moon, sweaty, panicked, hard.
Always to the dungeons.
He patters softly through the dark corridors without the assistance of wand-light. He pays little mind to the route he takes; his feet know where to go.
Always on his knees.
Already naked when Remus arrives, hands clasped behind his back. Tightly wound anticipation.
Always silently willing.
Obeying each shove, each pull, each harshly-barked command. Each needing this as much as the other.
Always coming together, with a secret kiss that neither will be sure really happened.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Title: Legend Warnings: In/on a magical mode of transportation Pairing: any Weasley of your choice, paired with anyone, 100 words
In villages throughout Devon, you may hear whispers of a modern Muggle legend. The finer details vary, but the similarities are too keen to be denied.
It starts with a purr or a growl, sometimes it sputters in the distance. It is only heard on cloudy Saturday nights, drifting away north, or east, or south, or west some say and returning twenty minutes later.
Of course, no one imagines it could be a Ford Anglia, set to fly in a large circle as the owner and partner retreat to the backseat for a rare moment of privacy once a week.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Title: Lies Warnings: Incest/underage, first time, mutual hand job, angst Pairing: Fred/George, 100 words
Who better? They think as they fumble nervously at their zips. It’s just practice, it doesn’t mean anything, no harm, they whisper as they kiss the lies into the soft skin between neck and shoulder. Hands wander tentatively across ribs and hip bones. Both avoiding looking into his eyes.
Identical fingers wrap around the other’s identical cock. They sigh in unison, telling themselves that it would feel like this with anyone. It’s another lie, and they know it.
Our secret, no harm. Not a lie, this time. Instead, the truth, pursued by desperate hope.