we are all new wave faggots digesting old drug habits.
CALLING ALL F-LIST!
one of you told me you were playing the sims recently and we had a small conversation about it. i just wanted you to know that since that conversation I have been officially addicted. in other words: ihatelove you :)
harry potter short fic follows...
I got the idea from a line in this story by softly_sweetly. Enjoy XD
Title: Snuff
Author: idontgiveafaux
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word count: 927
Pairing: HP/DM
Warnings: Violence
I hear the door slam and my cock instantly begins to harden. I bite down on my lip, keeping a lid on the anticipation and take a glance at the clock on the mantelpiece.
4:30.
He’s downstairs. I’m upstairs and I don’t know whether he knows that I’m even here, so I stay quiet - sitting on my hands so I can’t masturbate. God knows I want to.
His mothers funeral was held this afternoon. But I don’t care.
I am horny.
I suspect he’s getting drunk. Mainly because I am the one who neatly lined up the shot glasses and poured a different liquid into each one. It’s more realistic when he’s angry.
4:35.
He could be down there celebrating. He doesn’t talk to me about his parents. He’s told me bits about his family but no more than he wants to and I don’t ask. I love him and he loves me and that’s all I need to know. My cock twitches involuntarily but I remain strong and continue to sit on my hands even though pins and needles are shooting up and down them.
It’s 4:40 and I can’t wait any longer. I get up and walk out of our bedroom like a zombie - my erection leading the way. I’m fully naked and the soles of my feet are cold as I walk down our marble staircase. Trust Draco Malfoy to insist on having a marble staircase.
My heart is pounding and when I peer into the kitchen and see him in his best suit it skips a couple of beats. He’s hunched over the table. He hasn’t seen me yet and I smile inwardly when I notice all but one of the glasses are empty.
‘Draco,’ I whisper softly.
He doesn’t hear me so I call his name again. And this time he does.
I think he twigs straight away what I’m doing because a fresh flurry of tears appear and he starts shaking his head.
‘Don’t Harry,’ he says, wiping his eyes roughly with the back of his hand. I know he really doesn’t want to do this. But I don’t care.
I am horny.
‘Don’t what?’ I ask innocently in a light hearted voice and then I step into the kitchen to reveal my naked self.
He looks away and drinks the last shot.
‘How was the funeral?’ I ask.
‘Don’t.’ And he means it.
‘Did your father attend?’ His head slumps onto the table and his shoulders quiver as he collapses into sobs and he’s making those horrible crying noises - the kind when you just let someone so inconsolable bury their head into your shoulder and they moan and howl and there’s nothing you can do but sit there and perhaps stroke their back once in a while.
I walk over and stand behind his chair. I reach out my hands and rub his shoulders before nuzzling into his back.
‘Azkaban,’ I whisper apologetically. ‘I’m sorry, I forget.’ I pause for a moment and then continue. ‘Am I right in thinking you’re the only Malfoy left?’
I hear him snivel. It doesn’t suit him.
‘Father locked away. Mother deceased. You have no brothers or sisters and the only extended family to your name broke ties with you and your parents some time ago, I believe.’
I hear a loud single sob and I don’t know whether it’s wishful thinking or it indeed sounds like it was spat out in a choked rage.
‘Draco,’ I sigh and I stroke his hair. ‘Just open up - ’ but I don’t have time to finish my sentence because he leaps out of his chair and in one fine movement pins me to the wall, imprisoning me by the throat.
‘Don’t,’ he snarls, mouth close, breath hot and his eyes flashing dangerously in the way that I love and I swear I’m so close to coming without even touching myself and I fight every urge not to bring this to an abrupt ending.
He lets go, looking rather bemused by the whole situation as if he’s just come out of a trance.
‘They’re dead - ’ I start but that’s all I get to say because he’s back on me like a shot and this time he buries a fist deep into my gut. The sheer force lifts my feet off the ground and I see stars and feel like I’m flying.
I slump to the ground, my mind spinning and I think it’s over . A swift kick in the head tells me otherwise and I have the violent urge to vomit as his boot makes contact with my skull.
His blows are coming down in angry fury now. He’s hurting me anywhere he can and I’m in a complete daze. I look up and stare at him towering over me. The light above his head gives him a golden halo and he looks like an angel as he kicks the seven shades of shit out of me.
There’s noise in my ears but I can’t hear anything and I find it difficult to breathe. I glance at my cock, still solid as ever and then his boot stamps on it hard. My whole body lurches and this time I actually do vomit. Some of it trickles out of the corner of my mouth disgracefully while I choke on the rest and I’m vaguely aware that as everything is turning to black, I’m coming and in the few seconds before I slipped away, drops of heaven rained down all around us.
one of you told me you were playing the sims recently and we had a small conversation about it. i just wanted you to know that since that conversation I have been officially addicted. in other words: ihatelove you :)
harry potter short fic follows...
I got the idea from a line in this story by softly_sweetly. Enjoy XD
Title: Snuff
Author: idontgiveafaux
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word count: 927
Pairing: HP/DM
Warnings: Violence
I hear the door slam and my cock instantly begins to harden. I bite down on my lip, keeping a lid on the anticipation and take a glance at the clock on the mantelpiece.
4:30.
He’s downstairs. I’m upstairs and I don’t know whether he knows that I’m even here, so I stay quiet - sitting on my hands so I can’t masturbate. God knows I want to.
His mothers funeral was held this afternoon. But I don’t care.
I am horny.
I suspect he’s getting drunk. Mainly because I am the one who neatly lined up the shot glasses and poured a different liquid into each one. It’s more realistic when he’s angry.
4:35.
He could be down there celebrating. He doesn’t talk to me about his parents. He’s told me bits about his family but no more than he wants to and I don’t ask. I love him and he loves me and that’s all I need to know. My cock twitches involuntarily but I remain strong and continue to sit on my hands even though pins and needles are shooting up and down them.
It’s 4:40 and I can’t wait any longer. I get up and walk out of our bedroom like a zombie - my erection leading the way. I’m fully naked and the soles of my feet are cold as I walk down our marble staircase. Trust Draco Malfoy to insist on having a marble staircase.
My heart is pounding and when I peer into the kitchen and see him in his best suit it skips a couple of beats. He’s hunched over the table. He hasn’t seen me yet and I smile inwardly when I notice all but one of the glasses are empty.
‘Draco,’ I whisper softly.
He doesn’t hear me so I call his name again. And this time he does.
I think he twigs straight away what I’m doing because a fresh flurry of tears appear and he starts shaking his head.
‘Don’t Harry,’ he says, wiping his eyes roughly with the back of his hand. I know he really doesn’t want to do this. But I don’t care.
I am horny.
‘Don’t what?’ I ask innocently in a light hearted voice and then I step into the kitchen to reveal my naked self.
He looks away and drinks the last shot.
‘How was the funeral?’ I ask.
‘Don’t.’ And he means it.
‘Did your father attend?’ His head slumps onto the table and his shoulders quiver as he collapses into sobs and he’s making those horrible crying noises - the kind when you just let someone so inconsolable bury their head into your shoulder and they moan and howl and there’s nothing you can do but sit there and perhaps stroke their back once in a while.
I walk over and stand behind his chair. I reach out my hands and rub his shoulders before nuzzling into his back.
‘Azkaban,’ I whisper apologetically. ‘I’m sorry, I forget.’ I pause for a moment and then continue. ‘Am I right in thinking you’re the only Malfoy left?’
I hear him snivel. It doesn’t suit him.
‘Father locked away. Mother deceased. You have no brothers or sisters and the only extended family to your name broke ties with you and your parents some time ago, I believe.’
I hear a loud single sob and I don’t know whether it’s wishful thinking or it indeed sounds like it was spat out in a choked rage.
‘Draco,’ I sigh and I stroke his hair. ‘Just open up - ’ but I don’t have time to finish my sentence because he leaps out of his chair and in one fine movement pins me to the wall, imprisoning me by the throat.
‘Don’t,’ he snarls, mouth close, breath hot and his eyes flashing dangerously in the way that I love and I swear I’m so close to coming without even touching myself and I fight every urge not to bring this to an abrupt ending.
He lets go, looking rather bemused by the whole situation as if he’s just come out of a trance.
‘They’re dead - ’ I start but that’s all I get to say because he’s back on me like a shot and this time he buries a fist deep into my gut. The sheer force lifts my feet off the ground and I see stars and feel like I’m flying.
I slump to the ground, my mind spinning and I think it’s over . A swift kick in the head tells me otherwise and I have the violent urge to vomit as his boot makes contact with my skull.
His blows are coming down in angry fury now. He’s hurting me anywhere he can and I’m in a complete daze. I look up and stare at him towering over me. The light above his head gives him a golden halo and he looks like an angel as he kicks the seven shades of shit out of me.
There’s noise in my ears but I can’t hear anything and I find it difficult to breathe. I glance at my cock, still solid as ever and then his boot stamps on it hard. My whole body lurches and this time I actually do vomit. Some of it trickles out of the corner of my mouth disgracefully while I choke on the rest and I’m vaguely aware that as everything is turning to black, I’m coming and in the few seconds before I slipped away, drops of heaven rained down all around us.