The Thing
i need to get back on track and write some vicious, violent, fucked-up, hardcore, nasty, twisted NC-17 fics. there is only so much PG i can take...
Title: The Thing
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: Cockslap
Word Count: 950
Summary: Trapped, helpless and beaten, Harry gives up…
Warnings: (at your discretion) Some language, violence, blood
Notes: Belated birthday gift!fic for charlotteschaos x
Authors Notes: I really hate the title but couldn’t think of another one :\
A heartbeat. So close and so loud that Harry didn’t know whether it was his own threatening to burst from his chest or if it came from the snarling Thing above him that he couldn’t identify because his eyes were screwed up tight. Lost in the maze of randomly dotted trees that dominated the entire forest had sucked out all of the heroism from inside of him and now Harry’s body sagged weakly against a rock, glasses smashed and his breaths coming sharp. The Thing had sunk its jaws into Harry’s leg and he screamed outright and shamelessly and fuck dignity, this was pain like he had never felt before and when the jaws pierced the skin in his ankle, Harry howled and the Thing unhinged its jaws and craned its powerful neck to the moon and howled in unison.
Warm Blood. Trickling down Harry’s ankle and then he felt his body shift as the Thing sunk its jaws firmly back in position and started to back up, pulling Harry from the rock and dragged his body across the springy mattress of autumn leaves. Harry wanted to lift up his head and see what the Thing was but he couldn’t be bothered. Trance-like and lethargic, he submitted himself entirely and focused his attention on the stars above, shining and twinkling like they were withholding hidden secrets from him. And where the hell was Draco? They’d been walking though the outer edge of the forest, careful not get in too deep when it had pounced out of nowhere and dragged Draco away, Harry watching helplessly as his screaming boyfriend tried to claw at the leaves in an attempt to rid himself from the Things jaws but failing miserably and Harry cursed himself for not having his wand upon his person. He had squinted, and then visibly paled when he saw it unhook its jaws and let Draco’s body drop limply into an ungraceful heap on the floor. Then it suddenly turned back on its heel and sprinted towards Harry, launching himself at him and pushed him to the ground, sinking its jaws into the side of his neck resulting in Harry wildly convulsing, then freezing in the way only an alpha could make him.
A shooting star. It brought Harry back to the present even though he didn’t want to be there and before the opportunity passed, he wished and pinned every single hope and dream he had upon it. Near silence enveloped every ounce of him - the normal, natural noises that usually came from forests hung limp in the situation and the only noise that Harry could hear was the sickening sound of the Things jaws tearing the skin off his ankle and slicing against his bone. A small whimper escaped his lips and then Harry suddenly let out a harsh bark of laughter - he couldn’t help it, there was nothing funny about the predicament he was in and the laughter was triggered off purely by fear. It seemed to anger the Thing though, and it left its meal of Harry’s ankle and shifted his large body upwards, deliberately slowly and effectively caging Harry inside four of its powerful legs. Harry shut his eyes again and then swallowed hard as he smelt the strong scent of sweat invade his nostrils and he was very much aware that he could feel slight hairs grazing his face and he swallowed again, willing his adams apple not to bob up and down so noticeably, in case it enticed the Thing into tearing it out.
“Harry?”
Draco! And fight suddenly flooded back into Harry’s bloodstream and he thrashed this way and that, eyes still closed because he could hear the Thing snarling and spitting its anger but fighting back all the same, pummelling his fists into its body, feeling coarse hairs against his knuckles. He felt something repeatedly hitting his face softly and the scent of musky sweat grew even stronger and his desperation levels soared. He tried to call out for Draco but no words would come out and the sweat infiltrated into the back of his throat through the shocked ‘O’ shape his lips had formed.
“Harry!”
Draco? Harry couldn’t open his eyes now, it had all gone dark and the smell of sweat had grew even stronger and the hairs were brushing at his face more roughly and he realised with a horrified panic that the Thing had shifted its weight fully on top of him. He couldn’t breathe and he slammed his fists wherever he could land a punch, praying that he’d find a weakness and the Thing would roll off of him and allow him to breathe. Something was slapping at his face again and Harry twisted and wriggled but he was tangled up and then just as he started to scream because he knew it was all over, his eyes fluttered open slowly and he took in the grateful sight of the ceiling of his bedroom above him.
“Harry?”
Draco. And Draco’s cock in his face, coating him with a light sheen of morning sweat across his lips.
“You were having a bad dream,” Draco said matter-of-factly, a small smile playing upon his lips and rhythmically holding his erect cock before letting it drop onto Harry’s face. “And I thought you might like some breakfast.”
Harry’s breaths were slowing now, having realised it was all a dream but it had still shaken him up and breakfast in bed sounded good right about now.
“Y-yeah, thanks,” he whispered softly, squinting when the head of Draco’s cock landed smack bang against his left eye. He blinked the last dregs of sleep away and stretched and yawned, at which Draco must have saw a window of opportunity and gagged him with his cock.
“Eat up then,” he smirked.
Title: The Thing
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: Cockslap
Word Count: 950
Summary: Trapped, helpless and beaten, Harry gives up…
Warnings: (at your discretion) Some language, violence, blood
Notes: Belated birthday gift!fic for charlotteschaos x
Authors Notes: I really hate the title but couldn’t think of another one :\
A heartbeat. So close and so loud that Harry didn’t know whether it was his own threatening to burst from his chest or if it came from the snarling Thing above him that he couldn’t identify because his eyes were screwed up tight. Lost in the maze of randomly dotted trees that dominated the entire forest had sucked out all of the heroism from inside of him and now Harry’s body sagged weakly against a rock, glasses smashed and his breaths coming sharp. The Thing had sunk its jaws into Harry’s leg and he screamed outright and shamelessly and fuck dignity, this was pain like he had never felt before and when the jaws pierced the skin in his ankle, Harry howled and the Thing unhinged its jaws and craned its powerful neck to the moon and howled in unison.
Warm Blood. Trickling down Harry’s ankle and then he felt his body shift as the Thing sunk its jaws firmly back in position and started to back up, pulling Harry from the rock and dragged his body across the springy mattress of autumn leaves. Harry wanted to lift up his head and see what the Thing was but he couldn’t be bothered. Trance-like and lethargic, he submitted himself entirely and focused his attention on the stars above, shining and twinkling like they were withholding hidden secrets from him. And where the hell was Draco? They’d been walking though the outer edge of the forest, careful not get in too deep when it had pounced out of nowhere and dragged Draco away, Harry watching helplessly as his screaming boyfriend tried to claw at the leaves in an attempt to rid himself from the Things jaws but failing miserably and Harry cursed himself for not having his wand upon his person. He had squinted, and then visibly paled when he saw it unhook its jaws and let Draco’s body drop limply into an ungraceful heap on the floor. Then it suddenly turned back on its heel and sprinted towards Harry, launching himself at him and pushed him to the ground, sinking its jaws into the side of his neck resulting in Harry wildly convulsing, then freezing in the way only an alpha could make him.
A shooting star. It brought Harry back to the present even though he didn’t want to be there and before the opportunity passed, he wished and pinned every single hope and dream he had upon it. Near silence enveloped every ounce of him - the normal, natural noises that usually came from forests hung limp in the situation and the only noise that Harry could hear was the sickening sound of the Things jaws tearing the skin off his ankle and slicing against his bone. A small whimper escaped his lips and then Harry suddenly let out a harsh bark of laughter - he couldn’t help it, there was nothing funny about the predicament he was in and the laughter was triggered off purely by fear. It seemed to anger the Thing though, and it left its meal of Harry’s ankle and shifted his large body upwards, deliberately slowly and effectively caging Harry inside four of its powerful legs. Harry shut his eyes again and then swallowed hard as he smelt the strong scent of sweat invade his nostrils and he was very much aware that he could feel slight hairs grazing his face and he swallowed again, willing his adams apple not to bob up and down so noticeably, in case it enticed the Thing into tearing it out.
“Harry?”
Draco! And fight suddenly flooded back into Harry’s bloodstream and he thrashed this way and that, eyes still closed because he could hear the Thing snarling and spitting its anger but fighting back all the same, pummelling his fists into its body, feeling coarse hairs against his knuckles. He felt something repeatedly hitting his face softly and the scent of musky sweat grew even stronger and his desperation levels soared. He tried to call out for Draco but no words would come out and the sweat infiltrated into the back of his throat through the shocked ‘O’ shape his lips had formed.
“Harry!”
Draco? Harry couldn’t open his eyes now, it had all gone dark and the smell of sweat had grew even stronger and the hairs were brushing at his face more roughly and he realised with a horrified panic that the Thing had shifted its weight fully on top of him. He couldn’t breathe and he slammed his fists wherever he could land a punch, praying that he’d find a weakness and the Thing would roll off of him and allow him to breathe. Something was slapping at his face again and Harry twisted and wriggled but he was tangled up and then just as he started to scream because he knew it was all over, his eyes fluttered open slowly and he took in the grateful sight of the ceiling of his bedroom above him.
“Harry?”
Draco. And Draco’s cock in his face, coating him with a light sheen of morning sweat across his lips.
“You were having a bad dream,” Draco said matter-of-factly, a small smile playing upon his lips and rhythmically holding his erect cock before letting it drop onto Harry’s face. “And I thought you might like some breakfast.”
Harry’s breaths were slowing now, having realised it was all a dream but it had still shaken him up and breakfast in bed sounded good right about now.
“Y-yeah, thanks,” he whispered softly, squinting when the head of Draco’s cock landed smack bang against his left eye. He blinked the last dregs of sleep away and stretched and yawned, at which Draco must have saw a window of opportunity and gagged him with his cock.
“Eat up then,” he smirked.