Why am I drinking tonight? Scotch, of all things!
Sheesh. Anyway:

Title: My Favorite Toys are Broken
Pairing: Harry/Colin
Rating: I don't know. R?
Words: 560
a/n: Not my chars. Not making $$$. Check my userinfo for less drunken disclaimer.
Summary: Colin offers, and Harry considers. (I just feel like having some harry/colin lately)

Title: Um...dunno. Winky does Dallas? Wait...um, Winky does Hogwarst!

Author: Me *waves*

Pairing: Winky/Dobby, Snape/Draco, Winky/Snape's leg

Rated: Probalby R, just because on account of me not wanting to squick the shit out of myself, I kind of erm...glossed over the porn.

Notes: eeyore9990 said I should write something for the slushes. So here it is. It's all your fault!! *sporks* Oh, and thankso much to kit84 who was at work, but still put up with my drunk ass anyway and kept me company. Wow, I am a lot drunakr this time than last time I did this.

Summary: Winky's in heat, teehee.

( OMG, hawt elf pr0n sexx0rs!!111!!11!1 )

Oh my, oh my! I have been a lazy moderator. I took a little break from the fandom, an unplanned haitus, and I came back to find that people have submitted all sorts of great slush fics!

Well, we have some more good news, which is that, last Monday, July 31 2006, I turned 21! More slush for everyone!

Anyway, friends, I am back.

this is the first thing i have even thought about posting, because normally i overanalyze and want to make giant project of everything. but--I'M DRUNK! so i'm just going to post this random and unorganized stuff i just wrote. i don't think that these two things really go together, but maybe they do. who knows? at any rate, i do know that i love long island iced tea!

“I’m done with this, Malfoy.”

“And what is ‘this,’ Potter?”

“This. This rivalry, the fighting and the trying to one-up one another. I just don’t care anymore.”

“Oh, like I do, Potter?”

“Come on, Draco. Stop it.”

“How dare you? Draco, is it now? You don’t even know me, Potter.”

“So, let me.”



Harry can’t stop thinking about white-blond hair. The way the light attaches to him first in any room, even in the dungeons. It’s not fair, not right somehow, that someone so innately terrible can pull all the light to himself with that hair and that luminescent skin.

He dreams that he is struggling in Devil’s Snare, but it is silver white, glowing, and warmer than it should be. He wakes with cruel laughter in his ears and his sheet making an uncomfortable tent.

Malfoy is rude as ever, taking every opportunity to ridicule Harry and his friends. Instead of getting angry, Harry can only feel the shame burning his cheeks. It is the highlight of his day Malfoy walks behind him during Potions.

“Potter, that is the worst excuse for a Renewal Draught that I have ever seen. Not surprising, though, considering your low standards.”

Harry should have been outraged, as Malfoy made a pointed remark at the way that Harry and Ron had both mixed up the order of ingredients and now hod smoking cauldrons of a lumpy substance that was nowhere near the clear, smooth substance in Hermione’s cauldron. He was too distracted by the feel of Malfoy’s breath on his neck. The warmth started just below his ear and seemed to radiate throughout him, and made him feel a little dizzy. The feel of that wet breath against him made him feel as if he were floating and any response he might have made would have ended it. So he said nothing.

All he wanted was to taste him, to feel Draco’s elegant hands pulling his hair pushing him down, his tailored pants around his knees and his cock down Harry’s throat. He wanted to suck on every inch of skin, scratch it with his nails, mark Draco any way he could. He wanted to bruise that delicate flesh, to push him and be pushed back, to feel the wetness of Draco’s pointed mouth on his mouth, his throat, his chest, his fingers, his cock. There were no words for the ways in which he wanted to possess Draco, to own him. He wanted to crawl inside him and erase all his memories, make them his own. He wanted to rewrite time to make Draco his and his alone. He wanted to swallow every drop of Draco’s come and then to push himself inside Draco and release himself there, come so hard inside Draco that they both passed out from the effort. He wanted to lick the drops of sweat off Draco’s thighs and spine and then suck on his bottom lip until it was swollen.

Instead, he looked up at Ron and shrugged.

“What a git.” Harry said.

TITLE: Dirty Talk

RATING: NC-17, even if just for implications

DISCLAIMER: Belongs to J.K. Rowling.

NOTES: A drabble for masterofmercury. This contains something that squicks many a reader, but I can’t tell you what it is without giving away the ending. *shrugs* Sorry about that. (Also, this is kind of adbaculum's fault for reminding me I like that particular kink.)

SUMMARY:  Harry says a lot of dirty things in bed.

And you all can blame eyore9990 for pointing me here, and for getting me drunk, even though I was the one who chose the achohol. It was still her idea, you see.

Author: eeyore9990
Title: Watching
Pairing: Neville/Blaise, Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Writing it because I want to and the bitchees on YIM made me, so there
Disclaimer: Yeah, I'm JKR... sure... where's my millions?

( Read more... )

I decided to get drunk tonite, and here's what happened...

Title: Yum
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R

( yummy drunk fic ahead )

Author: eeyore9990
Title: Magic Through Sexual Stimulation, Part One of Three
Rating: NC-17, During Hogwarts
Pairing: This Part: SS/NL, Part Two: SS/HP, Part Three: HP/NL
Summary: My take on the sex magic cliché. Snape teaches, with a twist. Pure smut.
Warnings: Slash, teacher/student, fandom cliché, rimming, pwp
Disclaimer: Everyone and everything belong to JK Rowling and her companies. Not mine, please don’t sue
A/N: I wrote this over the course of several drunken nights, egged on by my drinking buddies, lucilla_darkate and kathrynthegr8. I went and had a drink before posting, just to meet the guidelines. Hehehe. Not because I have a drinking problem, no, not at all.

( Part One )

Femme slash, RPS, ummm, Malfoycest, chan, abbreviated slash?

Yeah. Three drunk chicks giggling over IM.

( Three drunk chicks, one of them writing porn over IM )

so i was online talking to lucilla_darkate, both of us a little more than a littel tipsy, and she requested a bedtime story. this is what happens when i get drunk and tell stories:

(warnings: chan, incest, nc-17-ish type stuff. maybe hard r. whatever)

( Once upon a time there was a beautiful blonde boy born to two great and wealthy parents... )