| Holiday Fest Rec Post #1 - Kinky Kristmas (part 1) |
[Jan. 3rd, 2012|11:00 pm] |
Okay, I'm doing this post differently because, yeah, there are only so many ways to say, "OMG, this fic is awesome." So, yeah, just take it as given that these fics? Are fucking awesome. Also take it as given that these fics are not work safe. :P Hell, some of the quotes I chose aren't work safe!!
Table (and Bed) for Three. Harry Potter/Hermione Granger/Neville Longbottom
Why you should read this: ( Naughty quote under the cut )
Cinnamon and Chocolate (and Sex). Lavender/Seamus
Why you should read this: She gasped, letting the rumpled paper drift to the floor. Her fingers curled around the life-like dildo, holding it up. Eyes wide, she looked at Seamus. "That has to be the biggest one I've ever seen." She weighed it in her hand. "Wow. How big is it compared to..."
Seamus shook his head quickly. "We don't need to compare it." As a matter of fact, he had already done the comparison. It was enough to give a bloke some sort of complex.
Raising The Bar. Kingsley/Sirius
Why you should read this: An amused chuckle drew Sirius's eyes back up to Kingsley's face, to the single drop of whisky that hung on his lower lip. His full, soft, and damp lower lip.
7 (which is super short, so here, have a longer link to click on just in case you've been drinking or something). Snape/Harry
Why you should read this: It was the first time Harry had seen the ice sculpture in the process of being formed. Momentarily forgetting his desire to catch its creator, he gazed enraptured at the tree. Crystalline branches were stretching out in all directions, the end of each one dividing again and again to form a more and more complex and beautiful structure. Soon the new branches were so minute they no longer looked like ice, but like frost rimed leaves, like delicate feathers of snow. (Is it wrong I was disappointed at the lack of Ginny's decapitated head in a box at the end of this? LOL! Damn you, Kevin Spacey.)
The Stray. Snape/Ron.
Why you should read this: "Clearly you know my name," [Snape] said. "But what should I call you?"
"You were so creative with Mr Wulfmaster –"
"Rayvyyn," he said. "With three 'y's."
"Rayvyyn, then – that I think you should choose a name for me."
"How about Pup?" Severus asked, looking back at the rapidly reddening arse of the man splayed across the table.
"Pup?"
"You're young and naïve, and clearly need to be taken in hand before you start following random people home and destroying their slippers."
With Cat-Like Tread. Minerva/Severus
Why you should read this: She paused, just regarding him, as cats are wont to do. Severus did not sleep neatly - arms splayed at odd angles, ankles in a tangle of sheets. Indeed, it was almost as if in reaction to daytime buttons and uprightness that he was spreadeagled so, and Minerva found it strangely alluring. Her gaze remained steady, watching the twitch of eye beneath lid in somnolent adventure, the play of long fingers against the covers in dream-borne grasp. As minutes passed, she found herself transfixed; the hint of such languor, such vigour, beneath the steel control was tantalizing, indeed. What else was there to Severus Snape? How does he really sound, and look, and feel, in these most intimate of moments?
Diverted. Percy/Pansy/Draco
Why you should read this: Every day, the door is open, and she's always there, at the desk just inside the door, the top button of her robe unfastened, and she winks, and he can't seem to make his legs just take the appropriate path. He means to, but sometimes she leaves the robe tossed over the back of her chair and stretches tall to fetch a file in her very short skirt, and sometimes her hair is loose and apparently every shred of discipline in his body went into being the starched Prefect and the stuffy Minister's Assistant because now he's as weak as an overcooked bit of linguine.
Scent. Ron/Remus
Why you should read this: He supposed he could talk to someone, but as he was currently living in the house Ron had grown up in, his options were few.
Lovely morning, isn't it, Molly? Also, I want to fuck your son. Your youngest son. Do you mind?
Four Part Harmony. (George/Lee, Parvati/Lavender)
Why you should read this: "So what, then?" says George. "You're just giving up?"
"No! Oh, hell, no," says Lee. "I'm just," he pulls his wrist away and grabs George's buckle again, "not going to die a virgin."
"Lee, you're--wait." George starts to laugh. "That's what you want? Sex? Now? With the Dark Mark up in the sky and Fred roaming around outside and--"
"And Death Eaters breathing down our necks and every witch and wizard in Britain hanging on our every word?" says Lee. "Yeah. That's what I want. I've waited long enough, don't you think? This weird thing between you and me? The thing where I fall asleep with my head on your shoulder, and you're touching me every time Fred turns his fucking head and the only thing that gets me through all the damn running is thinking that you're going to be there the next time we go on the air? I need this to be something palpable. I need to know it's real, because George," he takes a deep breath, "some days, this is what I'm living for."
Turnabout. Sprout/McGonagall.
Why you should read this: That's when she saw it: a tendril of Flitterbloom slowly writhing through her cracked window and across the floor toward her.
The tendril wore a watch.
Minerva frowned and stepped toward it. The watch flashed the word "LATE" where the hand pointed to "Time to Please Your Mistress."
A branch of vine reached out; Minerva snatched her hand back from the plant. "I do hope you aren't planning to carry me to her forcibly," she admonished it. "We are still in my office, and, no matter what either of you may think, I am still the only one in charge in this room."
The plant wilted a little, but only briefly. It raised the watch and shook it in Minerva's face.
She sniffed. "Besides, I wasn't aware we'd made a date. I'd been looking forward to a nice cup of cocoa and a novel, if you must know."
The impertinent plant showed a distinct lack of patience. Despite her warnings, it took hold of her wrist and pulled.
"Oh, for pity's sake," Minerva huffed...before following like a Good Girl.
Of Alcohol and Resolutions. James/Sirius
Why you should read this: ( Naught Quote Under the Cut )
The Twelve Dates of Christmas (or A Dirty Dozen). Bill/Tonks, Bill/Minerva, Bill/Pansy, Bill/Rosmerta, Bill/Hermione, Bill/Parvati, Bill/Lavender, Bill/Millicent, Bill/Narcissa, Bill/Angelina, Bill/Hestia, Bill/Ginny, Bill/Helga (implied)
Why you should read this fic: I was going to find a quote, like I did for all the others, but seriously, check out this list of kinks!! "Kinks/Themes Included: anal sex, blindfolding, blow jobs, bondage, corsets, cunnilingus, D/s, discipline, drug use (opium), exhibitionism, frottage, hate sex, ice/sensation play, incest fantasies, lap dancing, mutual masturbation, orgasm denial, outdoor sex, pegging, ravishment play, rimming, role-playing, spanking, tattooing (mendhi), verbal humiliation, voyeurism, wanking
Other Warnings/Content: age disparity, erotic traditional dancing, femme!dom, implied food smut, motorboating, nipple clamps (implied), smoking, student/teacher fantasy, do not operate heavy machinery or mix with alcohol"
More fic and art from Kinky Kristmas coming in another post tomorrow. |
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