Drabbles - Harry Potter, Naruto, Kyou Kara Maou.
Raise your hand if you had all but forgotten it's your birthday this week. *does so* I mean, I know it's in October... I just sort of forgot it was, you know. _This_ week.
And drabbles, because my write is broken for anything but porn. Or angst. I'll have to resort to write angsty porn. MOPI it is.
For social_morphine Sirius/Narcissa.
Sirius doesn’t turn to look at her, barely glances towards where the hem of her clothes ends; he has enough memories to chase after his sanity.
Once the guards leave them alone, Narcissa speaks. “I could help you.”
And Sirius remembers how she used to beg for his help when they were little, how her hand fit in his, how she seemed to shiver when they kissed, before.
“I don’t need the help of Deatheater’s wives.” He says. He hears Narcissa take a sharp breath, but he doesn’t turn to look when Narcissa knocks on the door for the guards.
And because I can't say no to Sirius/Remus. Sirius/Remus NC17, kiddies.
“Sirius!” Remus hisses; with a mischievous grin, Sirius turns that into a moan when his hand slips inside Remus trousers and pants and moves them away, curling around his cock.
“Shhh, Moony.” Remus glares at him but ends up biting his lip as he cups his balls, and Sirius licks at the point where his heartbeat is going crescendo.
“Stop teasing!” Remus gives a small whine that’s mix an order, mix begging that goes all the way through Sirius to his own groin, and he complies, falling to his knees in front of Moony, taking his cock in his mouth.
For telrunya Either Gaara, Sai, or Gaara/Sai
They both analyze each other carefully; all the way from Sai’s absent smile to Gaara’s frown. It makes the space between them thick and tense and it makes the people around them shift uncomfortable.
Then Naruto slaps Sai’s back, breaking their concentration, and grins. “He’s a good guy, Gaara.”
Gaara gives a nod. Sai bows his head, smile becoming more placid; he notices Sakura tensing by his side. “Thank you, Kazekage-sama. Though, I wonder…”
Sakura elbows his stomach before he gets to ask anything else, and quickly asks another question. Sai just tries not to laugh because his ribs hurt.
For fujurpreux Gwendal/Conrad.
A battle leaves them at the same place for once. Gwendal tries to remember when was the last time he saw his brother and he can’t remember. Conrad is worn out, cavalry and deaths taking its toll on his eyes and expression; still Gwendal is so glad to see him still alive that relief weakens his knees.
When at night he slips in Conrad’s bed, even if they barely fit, Conrad just turns around and presses his face against his neck; if Gwendal feels tears or Conrad’s hands shaking where they hold to his waist, he just holds him tighter.
And drabbles, because my write is broken for anything but porn. Or angst. I'll have to resort to write angsty porn. MOPI it is.
For social_morphine Sirius/Narcissa.
Sirius doesn’t turn to look at her, barely glances towards where the hem of her clothes ends; he has enough memories to chase after his sanity.
Once the guards leave them alone, Narcissa speaks. “I could help you.”
And Sirius remembers how she used to beg for his help when they were little, how her hand fit in his, how she seemed to shiver when they kissed, before.
“I don’t need the help of Deatheater’s wives.” He says. He hears Narcissa take a sharp breath, but he doesn’t turn to look when Narcissa knocks on the door for the guards.
And because I can't say no to Sirius/Remus. Sirius/Remus NC17, kiddies.
“Sirius!” Remus hisses; with a mischievous grin, Sirius turns that into a moan when his hand slips inside Remus trousers and pants and moves them away, curling around his cock.
“Shhh, Moony.” Remus glares at him but ends up biting his lip as he cups his balls, and Sirius licks at the point where his heartbeat is going crescendo.
“Stop teasing!” Remus gives a small whine that’s mix an order, mix begging that goes all the way through Sirius to his own groin, and he complies, falling to his knees in front of Moony, taking his cock in his mouth.
For telrunya Either Gaara, Sai, or Gaara/Sai
They both analyze each other carefully; all the way from Sai’s absent smile to Gaara’s frown. It makes the space between them thick and tense and it makes the people around them shift uncomfortable.
Then Naruto slaps Sai’s back, breaking their concentration, and grins. “He’s a good guy, Gaara.”
Gaara gives a nod. Sai bows his head, smile becoming more placid; he notices Sakura tensing by his side. “Thank you, Kazekage-sama. Though, I wonder…”
Sakura elbows his stomach before he gets to ask anything else, and quickly asks another question. Sai just tries not to laugh because his ribs hurt.
For fujurpreux Gwendal/Conrad.
A battle leaves them at the same place for once. Gwendal tries to remember when was the last time he saw his brother and he can’t remember. Conrad is worn out, cavalry and deaths taking its toll on his eyes and expression; still Gwendal is so glad to see him still alive that relief weakens his knees.
When at night he slips in Conrad’s bed, even if they barely fit, Conrad just turns around and presses his face against his neck; if Gwendal feels tears or Conrad’s hands shaking where they hold to his waist, he just holds him tighter.