writing dump! [quotes, writing, snarry, porn, public post, fandom, hp, kalliel, fic]
Nothing from this post will make it to my writing journal. Ever. I'm just sharing it here for the lulz.
And linking to what kalliel has to say about it, which is basically linking people here. xP
kalliel: OH ALSO. Off-topic, but.
MY DREAM. FEATURED YOU.
I think it stemmed from yesterday's knitting/crocheting circle.
You were telling me.
How you'd embarked on a mission to make LOTS AND LOTS OF SKIRTS.
And I was like LOLWHUT.
naatz o.o
kalliel: And you were like IDEK.
Lots, as in piles and piles.
AREN'T YOU GLAD. YOU FEATURED IN MY VERY INTERESTING DREAM. XP
naatz I AM HONOURED
kalliel: XDDDDDD
/grabby hands at you
naatz eek!!
naatz :DDDDDDDDDDDD
kalliel: WHAT. XP
naatz I AM HAVING FUN, FAMMIT
kalliel: XDDDD
naatz D:!!!
. . . I kinda of like the sound of 'fammit'.
kalliel: It's like the fandom version.
It has special nuance.
That cannot be captured by dammit.
naatz .......
dude
my first porn ever was food porn.
kalliel: LITERAL LOLOLOLOLOLOLLOLOLOL FOREVER.
naatz At least my first was CHOCOLATE porn.
My second is, um.
Tomato porn.
*
I've been craving cookies for 3 days now, and kalliel admitted that occasionally she craves chocolate, so we were trying to tempt each other with . . . these.
kalliel:
Slow, seductive. Melange of familiar flavors to wake to in the morning.
Just lie back and take it, she thinks to her cookie. Go ahead and pretend you're not awake.
Oatmeal, walnuts and raisins. Cinnamon, to taste. She rolls her tongue along the edges, working into the raisin folds and smooth walnut meat.
aka why I don't write porn
naatz:
Biddable and dark in her palm, dripping hotly across her fingers and down her wrist -- no hard places her delicate skin can catch on and bleed; the lump is soft and pliable and hers. All hers.
She flicks out her tongue to taste, just the tip, and she moans. The chocolate melts further and spreads further down her tongue to the back of her throat, and she is helpless before it, sucking and licking until it's all gone.
aka why I don't either
kalliel:
"Nachos are whores," she accuses. "You've been with Naatz, haven't you. Last night."
There's a moment, and the nachos crack and quail under the pressure. She bites harder.
"Not really," claim the nachos. "It was just a snack. This is the real me." Tortilla chips, browned in the toaster oven. Real cheese melted on top.
Some infidelities can be forgiven.
naatz:
The nachos had been a lapse in judgement, she realises once she touches the tomato's smooth skin. She presses on it slightly, and delights in the way it secretes its juices.
The tomato flushes red under her touch, virginal and shy, and burrows into her palm. She kisses it, twirls her tongue over its smooth planes and nibbles, and knows that this is where she belongs.
*
We also started a foodporn kinkmeme. I posted a prompt:
naatz: REQUEST: Tomato/nachos, first-time, virgin!nachos, hardened and experienced tomato. No non-con, please!
kalliel filled it:
She can't believe Tomato had ditched her like that, going off with his brother, Eggplant. A run of cheese and salt dripped onto her toaster tray, marring the pristine shine of the aluminum foil.
She was dry without him.
"Hey," said a husky voice behind her. Nacho jumped, crumbs dusting her swivel chair, along with the extra salt from her bout of crying. She didn't know she wasn't alone.
"I been thinking..." It was Tomato.
Nacho's cheese began to melt on principle. Tomato, standing in her room. Mysteriously--taut smooth skin darkened by shadow.
"Just because you're a virgin doesn't mean you can't put out."
So he's not the sharpest fruit in the basket. He is smokin'--literally. Nothing quite like a grilled tomato. Just needs a little cheese.
"I'll top," Tomato says, matter-of-factly. "I do this with Salad every Saturday."
Nacho knows she shouldn't, knows she should be jealous, but she thinks of his juices, his seed, spilling down her curved, baked sides and she knows that they were meant to be.
Then kalliel wrote a sequel:
"Where've you been?"
He's barely through the door and Eggplant is already hurling accusations.
"Out," says Tomato brusquely. He wipes his mouth. He can still taste the cheese. For an instant, fresh desire--the dream of spice and salt and pepper--overwhelms his palette.
Eggplant regards him with dim mistrust. As though he hadn't gotten it on with half the lasagna in the country at some point or another. He rises from the bed and stalks toward Tomato.
Tomato doesn't move. Eggplant's musk is intoxicating. (And for a moment, Tomato thinks--What if I could have both? What if we could be tomato-eggplant nachos? But he knows it's a pipe dream; no menu would go for that. Not even in California.)
"Don't lie to me."
A beat. Tomato swallows (cheese salt pepper). He stares into Eggplant's eyes--aubergine. Chasms of hurt and longing and very intense sex appeal. But.
That thread of logic.
It pulls at Tomato's mind. Really throws him out of the mood. "But I didn't. I really did go out. I'm confused."
Eggplant considers this for a moment. "...Whatever. Let's fuck. I won't be angry with you if we can just repress the memory of the last twenty seconds and pretend that didn't happen."
Tomato shrugs. "Yeahokay. Where should we do it?" He eyes the bed.
"There's a pile of corpses outside. You should see the state of those string beans."
"Kinky."
"You should see the criss-cut fries, dude. Now that's kinky."
*
karit Wait... LITERALLY?!
naatz ......yes.
karit I thought you meant porn where people were idek, eating tomatoes!
Not--NETTA
::cracking up::
*
And then, I wrote Snarry for abbigail_cross, who'd prompted me a while back with 'experimenting'. I just needed an extra prompt to get going, and it was, um, 'broom closet'.
Um, crack. Bad crack. I tried. It was a bit difficult to write through my tears of mirth.
*
"No," said Harry, horrified. "Absolutely not. You're off your rocker."
"Why not?" Severus asked. "You wouldn't happen to be too scared, would you?"
Harry said, "Oh no. You're not getting me to do -- this."
This was a broomstick. It had a wooden handle, sanded down to smoothness and elegance, with a twist to the angle just inches away from the end. When Severus took Harry's hand and led him into the broom shed, Harry had had no idea what to expect. When Severus showed Harry the broomstick -- not one that Harry had personally ridden, but beautiful all the same -- Harry ran its hands all over it and said he was tempted to test it out.
He did notice how Severus's eyes narrowed just a little bit, a flicker of heat coursing through them, and he'd said, "Yes, we should."
Harry was all for experimenting, really; he just wasn't sure he wanted a broomstick shoved up his arse. He couldn't see the attraction. "Look," he said, trying to be reasonable. "This is the broom shed. I'm not having sex with a -- broom on the ground."
"We can just as well take it with us to bed."
"What--no!" He took in a took breath. "I'm just -- no. I'm not -- I don't want to. You are one thing, Severus, and a broom is something completely different, and -- no."
Severus came closer to him, crowding him, put his hands on Harry's shoulders and leant in until his lips almost touched Harry's. Harry rested their foreheads together and looked into Severus's eyes, and shifted when Severus slipped his hands under his robe and into his trousers, cupping his ass, spreading his cheeks.
Harry thrust back, closing his eyes, but Severus held him in place. He whispered to Harry, his breath on his skin setting Harry's nerves on fire, "And now?"
Harry forced his eyes to open, and said yes.
*
. . . xP
|Meduza|
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kalliel: OH ALSO. Off-topic, but.
MY DREAM. FEATURED YOU.
I think it stemmed from yesterday's knitting/crocheting circle.
You were telling me.
How you'd embarked on a mission to make LOTS AND LOTS OF SKIRTS.
And I was like LOLWHUT.
naatz o.o
kalliel: And you were like IDEK.
Lots, as in piles and piles.
AREN'T YOU GLAD. YOU FEATURED IN MY VERY INTERESTING DREAM. XP
naatz I AM HONOURED
kalliel: XDDDDDD
/grabby hands at you
naatz eek!!
naatz :DDDDDDDDDDDD
kalliel: WHAT. XP
naatz I AM HAVING FUN, FAMMIT
kalliel: XDDDD
naatz D:!!!
. . . I kinda of like the sound of 'fammit'.
kalliel: It's like the fandom version.
It has special nuance.
That cannot be captured by dammit.
naatz .......
dude
my first porn ever was food porn.
kalliel: LITERAL LOLOLOLOLOLOLLOLOLOL FOREVER.
naatz At least my first was CHOCOLATE porn.
My second is, um.
Tomato porn.
*
I've been craving cookies for 3 days now, and kalliel admitted that occasionally she craves chocolate, so we were trying to tempt each other with . . . these.
kalliel:
Slow, seductive. Melange of familiar flavors to wake to in the morning.
Just lie back and take it, she thinks to her cookie. Go ahead and pretend you're not awake.
Oatmeal, walnuts and raisins. Cinnamon, to taste. She rolls her tongue along the edges, working into the raisin folds and smooth walnut meat.
aka why I don't write porn
naatz:
Biddable and dark in her palm, dripping hotly across her fingers and down her wrist -- no hard places her delicate skin can catch on and bleed; the lump is soft and pliable and hers. All hers.
She flicks out her tongue to taste, just the tip, and she moans. The chocolate melts further and spreads further down her tongue to the back of her throat, and she is helpless before it, sucking and licking until it's all gone.
aka why I don't either
kalliel:
"Nachos are whores," she accuses. "You've been with Naatz, haven't you. Last night."
There's a moment, and the nachos crack and quail under the pressure. She bites harder.
"Not really," claim the nachos. "It was just a snack. This is the real me." Tortilla chips, browned in the toaster oven. Real cheese melted on top.
Some infidelities can be forgiven.
naatz:
The nachos had been a lapse in judgement, she realises once she touches the tomato's smooth skin. She presses on it slightly, and delights in the way it secretes its juices.
The tomato flushes red under her touch, virginal and shy, and burrows into her palm. She kisses it, twirls her tongue over its smooth planes and nibbles, and knows that this is where she belongs.
*
We also started a foodporn kinkmeme. I posted a prompt:
naatz: REQUEST: Tomato/nachos, first-time, virgin!nachos, hardened and experienced tomato. No non-con, please!
kalliel filled it:
She can't believe Tomato had ditched her like that, going off with his brother, Eggplant. A run of cheese and salt dripped onto her toaster tray, marring the pristine shine of the aluminum foil.
She was dry without him.
"Hey," said a husky voice behind her. Nacho jumped, crumbs dusting her swivel chair, along with the extra salt from her bout of crying. She didn't know she wasn't alone.
"I been thinking..." It was Tomato.
Nacho's cheese began to melt on principle. Tomato, standing in her room. Mysteriously--taut smooth skin darkened by shadow.
"Just because you're a virgin doesn't mean you can't put out."
So he's not the sharpest fruit in the basket. He is smokin'--literally. Nothing quite like a grilled tomato. Just needs a little cheese.
"I'll top," Tomato says, matter-of-factly. "I do this with Salad every Saturday."
Nacho knows she shouldn't, knows she should be jealous, but she thinks of his juices, his seed, spilling down her curved, baked sides and she knows that they were meant to be.
Then kalliel wrote a sequel:
"Where've you been?"
He's barely through the door and Eggplant is already hurling accusations.
"Out," says Tomato brusquely. He wipes his mouth. He can still taste the cheese. For an instant, fresh desire--the dream of spice and salt and pepper--overwhelms his palette.
Eggplant regards him with dim mistrust. As though he hadn't gotten it on with half the lasagna in the country at some point or another. He rises from the bed and stalks toward Tomato.
Tomato doesn't move. Eggplant's musk is intoxicating. (And for a moment, Tomato thinks--What if I could have both? What if we could be tomato-eggplant nachos? But he knows it's a pipe dream; no menu would go for that. Not even in California.)
"Don't lie to me."
A beat. Tomato swallows (cheese salt pepper). He stares into Eggplant's eyes--aubergine. Chasms of hurt and longing and very intense sex appeal. But.
That thread of logic.
It pulls at Tomato's mind. Really throws him out of the mood. "But I didn't. I really did go out. I'm confused."
Eggplant considers this for a moment. "...Whatever. Let's fuck. I won't be angry with you if we can just repress the memory of the last twenty seconds and pretend that didn't happen."
Tomato shrugs. "Yeahokay. Where should we do it?" He eyes the bed.
"There's a pile of corpses outside. You should see the state of those string beans."
"Kinky."
"You should see the criss-cut fries, dude. Now that's kinky."
*
karit Wait... LITERALLY?!
naatz ......yes.
karit I thought you meant porn where people were idek, eating tomatoes!
Not--NETTA
::cracking up::
*
And then, I wrote Snarry for abbigail_cross, who'd prompted me a while back with 'experimenting'. I just needed an extra prompt to get going, and it was, um, 'broom closet'.
Um, crack. Bad crack. I tried. It was a bit difficult to write through my tears of mirth.
*
"No," said Harry, horrified. "Absolutely not. You're off your rocker."
"Why not?" Severus asked. "You wouldn't happen to be too scared, would you?"
Harry said, "Oh no. You're not getting me to do -- this."
This was a broomstick. It had a wooden handle, sanded down to smoothness and elegance, with a twist to the angle just inches away from the end. When Severus took Harry's hand and led him into the broom shed, Harry had had no idea what to expect. When Severus showed Harry the broomstick -- not one that Harry had personally ridden, but beautiful all the same -- Harry ran its hands all over it and said he was tempted to test it out.
He did notice how Severus's eyes narrowed just a little bit, a flicker of heat coursing through them, and he'd said, "Yes, we should."
Harry was all for experimenting, really; he just wasn't sure he wanted a broomstick shoved up his arse. He couldn't see the attraction. "Look," he said, trying to be reasonable. "This is the broom shed. I'm not having sex with a -- broom on the ground."
"We can just as well take it with us to bed."
"What--no!" He took in a took breath. "I'm just -- no. I'm not -- I don't want to. You are one thing, Severus, and a broom is something completely different, and -- no."
Severus came closer to him, crowding him, put his hands on Harry's shoulders and leant in until his lips almost touched Harry's. Harry rested their foreheads together and looked into Severus's eyes, and shifted when Severus slipped his hands under his robe and into his trousers, cupping his ass, spreading his cheeks.
Harry thrust back, closing his eyes, but Severus held him in place. He whispered to Harry, his breath on his skin setting Harry's nerves on fire, "And now?"
Harry forced his eyes to open, and said yes.
*
. . . xP
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