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Oct. 31st, 2006 10:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
erastesHappy Birthday TO ME! I got a wonderful and HUGE parcel from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
rwday which cost a FORTUNE to post with a copy of her book in it.
And she dedicated it to me!!! *bursts into happy tears* And yes yes yes that's my real name, want to make something of it?
If you want to make an Erastes happy today (because it is, after all, "Love Underlucius Coz I's Unloved Selebration Day" or LUCIUS Day for short. What. What?) then drabble me! Give me excerpts of your hottest stories, give me pricks, give me hot lovin' Snucius give me fandom or original or anything (except het or Snarry) but give me PORN, baby!
Alternatively, link me to some nice boy snoggage/fuckage pictures/art. :)
Or something. Make an Erastes happy today, you KNOW it makes sense.
*grins horribly*
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Date: 2006-10-31 11:01 am (UTC)(((HUGS)))
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Date: 2006-10-31 08:01 pm (UTC)*drinks*
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Date: 2006-10-31 11:02 am (UTC)Oh. Er, boy-love drabble, eh. Ahem.
Once upon a time there was a boy called Gun and
shehe married both of the Finn brothers and it was hot. The end.no subject
Date: 2006-10-31 08:02 pm (UTC)Hee hee ! nice drabble.
Who are the Finns?
Thank you!
xxx
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Date: 2006-10-31 11:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-31 08:03 pm (UTC)Thank you darling
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Date: 2006-10-31 11:16 am (UTC)(bloody hell, I hope you know your Winnie the Pooh)
Okay, let's try this:
Voldemort was dead. Pettigrew was dead. The Lestranges all lay dead.
Only two survived the carnage and they circled each other, wands drawn.
"I hate you, Snape!" yelled Harry Potter.
"Avada Kedavra!" Snape called. He spoke almost negligently, but the flash of green light showed that it was enough.
The Boy who Lived to Irritate was no more. Severus disapparated en route to Azkaban. Finally free, he had a mission of the heart to carry out.
...........
Bloody hell, Harry killing AND bad Snucius. And all before lunch.
Happy Birthday.
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Date: 2006-10-31 08:05 pm (UTC)And thank you SO MUCH for killing Harry.
And that's not bad Snucius. I could link you to baaaaaad Snucius....
Thank you!
xxx
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Date: 2006-10-31 11:31 am (UTC)To J.K. Rowling for inventing hot slashy men that inspired me to write porny fanfic?? I think not.
I am sorry about the real name thing, and I did think about it, but figured nobody would make the connection unless you mentioned it.
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Date: 2006-10-31 08:07 pm (UTC)*snogs*
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Date: 2006-10-31 11:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-31 08:08 pm (UTC)xxx
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Date: 2006-10-31 12:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-31 08:22 pm (UTC)*snog*
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Date: 2006-10-31 01:27 pm (UTC)Your Not At ALL Work Safe present is under the cut.
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Date: 2006-10-31 08:26 pm (UTC)How kind of you!
leers... and...
finds oil....
THANK YOU!
XXX
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Date: 2006-10-31 01:45 pm (UTC)and these links are so not worksafe:
http://www.queerbites.com/spunkable/bradly-randy-blue/#more-1217
http://www.queerbites.com/spunkable/deklan-circle-jerk-boys/#more-3673
http://www.queerbites.com/spunkable/miguel-and-eli-circle-jerk-boys/#more-3551
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Date: 2006-10-31 08:32 pm (UTC)xxx
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Date: 2006-10-31 02:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-31 08:33 pm (UTC)xxx
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Date: 2006-10-31 02:43 pm (UTC)Happy birthday to you,
happy birthday to you,
happy birthday, dear erastes,
happy birthday to you.
:-)
Happy Snucius to you, and because I don't know how to write porn, I leave the details to your imagination...
When the aurors raided the Manor, the only signs of the latest incidents they found were a couple of hairs on the sofa. Some were of a silvery blond, some as black as coal.
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Date: 2006-10-31 08:35 pm (UTC)xxx
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Date: 2006-10-31 04:14 pm (UTC)I've never been prolific in HP fandom but I did write this (entirely inaccurate as of book six) story a while back and it might give you a giggle?
How about a rude, younger, Snape? =D
Hope you have a great day!
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Date: 2006-10-31 08:38 pm (UTC)AND OMG - YES!!!!!! I KNEW IT!!!! The resemblence is too uncanny! Gargamel!
That's so brilliant - I loved it!
Thank you so much!
xxx
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Date: 2006-10-31 04:28 pm (UTC)Re: Happy Birthday
Date: 2006-10-31 08:42 pm (UTC)xxx
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Date: 2006-10-31 04:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-31 08:46 pm (UTC)xxx
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Date: 2006-10-31 04:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-31 08:48 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2006-10-31 04:55 pm (UTC)Will be sending you a parcel when I return home froma vacation!
Snucius in an icon will have to do for now :-)
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Date: 2006-10-31 08:50 pm (UTC)xxx
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Date: 2006-10-31 05:46 pm (UTC)Over here (http://evremonde.livejournal.com/203430.html), dahlink.
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Date: 2006-10-31 08:53 pm (UTC)xxx
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Date: 2006-10-31 05:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-31 08:55 pm (UTC)Thank you so much!
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Date: 2006-10-31 05:47 pm (UTC)xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
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Date: 2006-10-31 09:00 pm (UTC)xxx
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Date: 2006-10-31 09:01 pm (UTC)xxx
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Date: 2006-10-31 09:15 pm (UTC)Oh... and Happy Birthday *grin*
Woosh. Crack!
James jerks and the chains on his wrists clank as he swings slightly from the blow. A new mark blossoms on his back, still pale beside the dark blush of the previous lines.
The whip moves like a live thing, like an extension of Kyros's arm as he draws it back, already finding the right line for the next blow. At this moment Ky's world is as narrow as the whip in his hand and as wide as the half marked back before him, arched toward him in mute request and glowing beneath the spotlight with the shine of sweat.
At peace with his life, his place, this moment, Ky brings the whip down again. It almost feels like his arm is following the whip rather than directing it as lays another neat parallel across the sub's back. With a practised flick of his wrist Ky makes the whip cry out, it's sharp crack bringing a sigh from the darkened audience.
Ky is aware of the audience, as he always is when giving a show, and he does give them a show, always standing to give them the best view, making the sounds and motions bigger than he would otherwise. But even while playing up to them he doesn't let his focus slide off the sub strung up before him, doesn't let his attention waver from the path of the whip.
As each pale stripe darkens and is joined by another James's soft cries at the blows grow harsh and ragged. His back still bends to meet the blows but his hips are jerking with thrusts that meet nothing but air. His unbound cock sways with each movement, its skin is dark even in the bleaching glare and the moisture leaking from it gleams in the strong light.
Aware of all this and of the fine view the audience have of James, with his hands pulled over his head by chains descending from the ceiling and his un-obscured view of his eager cock, Ky slows his blows, drawing out the time until he'll bring James to a finish. Ky knows by James's groan that the other realises what he is doing and his grin isn't just for the audience's benefit.
“Please,” James's voice is parched but the word is loud enough for the audience to hear.
“Please what?” Ky asks with a sharp edge that is only partly for show.
“Please master.”
There is an expectant hush from the audience, marred by the rattle of a table as if some had needed more space. Ky smiles and makes a thoughtful noise, letting one more whip crack join his careful pattern. Both James and the audience groan at the tease.
“Very well. You may come,” his soft command carries in the silence.
Shifting his stance Ky lays down a final blow, directly across the path of every previous one, leaving a line so white that it seems to glow against the reddened skin. James's cry rings across the room at the final harsh kiss of the whip and his cock pulses, shooting ribbons of come that glisten in the lights. The chains holding him vibrate and rattle as his muscles shake and spasm. The audience's murmured silence holds for a few heartbeats before breaking into a maelstrom of applause and whistles.
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Date: 2006-11-01 08:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-10-31 10:17 pm (UTC)*tries to write Snucius* *chickens out* *points to badsex icon as poor substitute*
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Date: 2006-11-01 08:21 am (UTC)thank you!
xxx
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Date: 2006-11-01 01:51 am (UTC)TWO EWES!!!!
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Date: 2006-11-01 08:22 am (UTC)xxx
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Date: 2006-11-01 04:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-01 08:23 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2006-11-01 07:38 pm (UTC)The shortest of drabbles:
Once upon a time, people lived. Men had interestingly colourful sex, slash thrived, and Erastes was happy. Everything else was trivial. The end.
(I'd write more, but I have to finish this other story thing for a present exchange, and it's eating my brain.)
*sends belated birthday love*