Ally «my eyes are on you yeah» (kickawesome) wrote,
@ 2008-03-22 20:00:00

Current mood:	cheerful
Entry tags:	meme

[Meme] The S.S. Ay-You (by Ally!)
Ship any of my characters, past or present, with one of your characters that my character has never shipped with and perhaps you've wondered what would could have been. Even if it means one or both of our characters needs to switch which team their batting for. If you put a slash in it, I'll write it.

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	cristina_lacosa 2008-03-23 02:14 am UTC (link)
	Sturgis/Giada! XD uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Will/Prisca? idk XD (Reply to this)(Thread)

Will/Prisca

kickawesome
2008-03-25 10:52 am UTC (link)

"You're the feckin' Head Girl. You are the one of all of us that shouldn't be starting the bloody gossip! Do us a favor, yeah? Grow up."

Prisca's icy stare narrowed at the fifth year but she didn't say a word. Instead she flicked her wand at the spare classroom door and it snapped shut, the lock clicking.

"Take off your slacks," she said flatly.

Will blinked several times and crossed his arms over his chest. "Excuse me?" he asked testily. She was already approaching and had let her school robes fall to floor behind her.

"When we shag on the table behind you?" she replied dismissively, though her tone was little muffled from pulling her jumper up over her head. Will mouthed a few soundless words as her haughty face appeared once more and she tossed the jumper aside before flipping locks of her slightly mussed hair out of her face.

"It'll go easier without the slacks," Prisca finished as she gave him a hard look while undoing the buttons of her collared shirt one-by-one.

Oh. Oh, Christ.

Will finally found the ability to speak. "Well, when you put it that way..." he muttered and reached down to fumble with his fly.

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	osteological 2008-03-23 02:16 am UTC (link)
	Bwahaha. West/John Griff/Lydia Uhhh. That's it for now. (Reply to this)(Thread)

West/John

kickawesome
2008-03-24 08:53 am UTC (link)

"Get off me, you filth!"

The lanky piece of meat was thrown like a limp sack of potatoes into a brick wall of the building opposite the one where John was standing. The body hit with a muted thud against the grey stone before dropping to a heap that sent up a faint cloud of dust from the cracked earth of the alley. John ignored the moans of pain from the other wizard and smooth the front of his cloak where the twit on the ground had grasped at while pleading for his life.

Was this trash really expecting John Mulciber of all people to show mercy? Not that the whiny arse-jockey even knew John's name. No, but he definitely knew that John wanted him dead. The face he'd made upon realizing that John was there to kill him - that had been absolutely priceless.

It was strange that the Quidditch player would be so unsuspecting. Honestly. Did he not realize his own stupidity? Parading around that he was a queer like that? It was a slap in every proper Pureblood's face. An example had to be made.

Approaching the mess he'd been sent to handle, John sneered at the disarmed man and knelt down to grab a tight fistful of brown hair. Giving the short locks a yank backward, John's other hand leveled his wand to the flesh of the exposed throat.

"Please. Please," the filth gasped, hands timidly raised in surrender. John didn't hear nearly as much fear in the voice as he would like. "I'll do anything--" Oh, like he hadn't heard that one before. "I'll--I'll even suck your fucking cock, mate. Just please don't kill me."

John's dark eyes narrowed. "You'll what?" he spat.

"Don't you know how good poufters are at sucking off other blokes?" the other wizard asked, voice going a little high when it shook. "Just--just give me five minutes--"

The wizard on the ground was interrupted with his own cry of pain when John yanked again on the fist of hair and slammed the man's head into the dirt. "I'm here to kill you for that, you fucking queer!" John seethed.

A shudder ran through the lanky twit's body and when his green eyes opened they were glistened with tears, but annoyingly enough, he kept begging. "It wouldn't make you a queer," the trash pressed hoarsely. "For all you and your prick know, it's just another bird's mouth. A really...trained bird's mouth." He gasped a breath. "And if you still want to kill me after that--"

"When I do want to kill you after that," John corrected evenly.

The other wizard flinched. "--then so be it. But at least you got your cock sucked." He gave John a determined look through a face etched with fear and desperation. Tears had run tracks down either stubbled cheek.

Just looking at the piece of filth disgusted John. But he also hated the fact that the poof was suddenly making valid point. This was his fucking wife's fault. She never gave him that kind of attention. No, she was much too proud for that sort.

Sighing in aggravation, John retracted the wand from beneath the wizard's chin. He stood and gave a harsh tug on the hair to indicate that the other man should follow. When the taller wizard attempted to stand though, John gave him a sharp kick to the chest which dropped the other man to the alley once more.

"Crawl like the beast you are," John growled as he began to drag the wizard toward the wall he'd previously tossed the man into. Obediently, the queer went to all-fours and trailed after John's lead.

In the shadow of the building, John cast a few glamors and pulled a stack of crates closer to shield their view from the street. He then glanced down at the man on his knees and saw a shudder run through the chiseled form.

At least you're getting your cock sucked.

John scowled and jerked the head of hair up toward his torso. The other man's nose slid roughly up to just below his naval and a warm breath pressed on his groin. John closed his eyes momentarily and both of his fists tightened on their grips when he felt a twitch of arousal.

"Make it quick," John edged out through a clenched jaw.

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	Re: West/John kickawesome 2008-03-24 08:54 am UTC (link)
	IDK WHY THAT CAME OUT AS AN ACTUAL FULL SCENE... (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: West/John osteological 2008-03-24 06:42 pm UTC (link)
	BECAUSE JOHN HAS SEKRIT HOMOSEXUAL DESIRES. (Reply to this)(Parent)

Griff/Lydia

kickawesome
2008-03-26 01:25 am UTC (link)

Griff gritted his teeth and tried to hold out until she finished but when Lydia locked his stare with with hers and ground herself down into his hips in a circular motion that felt fucking amazing - he couldn't last any longer. Eyes squeezing shut, Griff inhaled harsly as his head and shoulders arched back into the mattress when he thrust upward. His hands blinding grabbed for either side of Lydia's waist and held her atop him as he lost all sense of being in the climax.

Then just as quickly as he'd tightened up, Griff went limp. He felt Lydia slide off his thighs and his lashes fluttered open, chest heaving as he nasally drew in deep breaths. He glanced over at the brunette who was watching him closely, likely to see how he was going to react and well, Griff wasn't entirely sure about that either. She was supposed to be his "therapy" and sure, the shag had been great but...he didn't feel any different.

"So, that's it?" he said breathlessly.

A smirk rose on Lydia's lips. "It may take more than one session, dear."

"Oh." A furrow of thought passed over his forehead. "There was something I was just wondering though."

One groomed brow rose expectantly.

"What do you use to moisturize? Your skin is bloody fantastic."

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	dextered 2008-03-23 02:16 am UTC (link)
	Sirius/Aberforth Darren/Vivica Harmony/Sirius Cordie/Rafe (Reply to this)(Thread)

Darren/Vivica

kickawesome
2008-03-23 09:38 am UTC (link)

Why did she feel so...hazy? And...why was her mouth dry?

This was so weird. She'd done this to herself before, but why was it that when he did it she actually went mad like she'd always heard you were supposed to but never had before because, well, she must have been doing something wrong and...oh.

Darren's fingers finally pushed her knickers to one side and continued their expert lazy circles across her crotch and caused Vivica to let out a series of soft moans. She felt his lips break into a smile against her neck.

"I'm glad you're enjoying this," she gasped out. Her toned was edged with defensiveness but it was difficult to be snippy when everything felt so fucking good.

"Aren't you?" Darren's deep voice replied with a warm breath against her ear, making her flesh prickle in delight.

Ugh. Such a cocky bastard.

His fingers brushed across the skin of her inner thigh as they traveled to hook the hip of her knickers. Vivica bit down on her lower lip as she felt Darren slip away her last remaining bit of clothing.

"Ready?" he asked calmly, reaching put his hands on her bare waist and move her arse away from the edge of the bed.

Vivica swallowed uneasily. "Isn't it supposed to hurt the first time?"

Darren planted right hand into the mattress next to her shoulder and smoothed his left in a caress down her already flush face. "Yes, but I'll be gentle, love."

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Harmony/Sirius

kickawesome
2008-03-23 10:01 am UTC (link)

"You're really tall, you know."

"You're really short, you know."

Ow--Oy, he should have known he'd pay for that one. No matter...

The girl let out a high-pitched squeak when Sirius returned the playful hard nip to her neck. Set of pipes on this one, all right.

"I guess I should have told you I do bite back," Sirius said with a pleased smirk as the tiny bird wiggled impossibly closer on his lap.

"Nah," she shook her tousled head of hay-coloured locks with a throaty giggle that warmed him from front to back. "I still don't even know your name."

"Hmm. Imagine that," Sirius muttered half-heartedly against the blonde's lips before she kissed him deeply once more.

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Sirius/Aberforth -___-

kickawesome
2008-03-25 09:25 am UTC (link)

"Piss off!"

"Oh, come off it. Tell me. How long's it been?"

"Git yer manky arse out of me pub!"

"That long? Really? Do you even give it a little personal attention now and then?"

"I'm warnin' you, Black. One more word abou' my prick--"

Aberforth didn't get a chance to finish his threat and was interrupted by his own surprised grunt when younger wizard's hand shot out to caress the groin of his trousers. His blue eyes narrowed into terrible glare behind the black frames that sat on his nose and a little color began to rise in his wrinkled tired face. The bartender's hand shot out to grab for his wand which sat on the spindly table between them but Sirius was quicker and he caught and lowered the older wizard's wrist before fingertips even grazed the bit of old birch.

"Just calm down, alright?" Black said calmly as he stowed Abe's wand in his robes while the fingers of his other hand continued their ridiculous massage.

With gruff shout of a swear, Aberforth kicked away from the hand and scrambled to his feet - knocking his chair over in the process. He was teetering because he was proper pissed but Abe wanted to be far away from this shite as possible. All he managed to do though was nearly walk himself straight into the hearth where a low fire still burned.

"Oy. Oy! You pissed codger--" Sirius was on his feet and had caught the older wizard by the front of his tattered robes. Abe pushed and even threw a knee at the other man in effort to get free but inevitably found his back pressed to the nearest wall, nose-to-nose with Black.

Sodding wonderful.

"I'm not a bloody arse-muncher--" Abe started hotly.

"Neither am I," Sirius interrupted and pressed closer. "But that prick of yours could use a friend. Surprised it hasn't fallen off on its own."

Abeforth's brows rose in a cynical fashion. "Oh, and you'd be just the fucking mate to help?"

"What if I am?" Black's stare was unwavering.

For a moment neither of them spoke and the pub was quiet other than a muffled snore from Steve and the crackling of the hearth. Abe ground his teeth and sighed grumpily before looking Black in the eye once more.

He grunted in defeat. "But if you try to snog--"

"I know, I know--banned for my life," Sirius mumbled under his breath as he tugged the old wizard toward the door that led to the inn stairs.

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Rafe/Malcolm

kickawesome
2008-03-25 10:18 am UTC (link)

"They serve tea here?" Rafe asked dubiously, he had to shout even though Malcolm was leaning in to listen. The music was really fucking loud. And everything was dark, really fucking dark, save the flashes of colored light from spells and the random candle that would occasionally float by overhead.

It was surreal, really. Outside, this place had looked like a boarded up building on a quiet city block of wizarding London but oh had he ever been mistaken. There were so many people packed inside - no, Rafe suddenly realized that 'people' was too general a term for it. It was wizards - just wizards. Not one witch as far as he could tell - though it was hard to see much. Most of them were dancing and those that weren't had either crowded around at a table on the outskirts or they were toward the back wall and - Rafe had to squint to see anything and his eyes went wide - were those two blokes snogging?

"What the hell is this place?" Rafe shouted as he dumbly followed after Malcolm who had started tugging him by the arm toward the dance floor.

Spinning around with a dancing sway of his hips, Malcolm had that teasing sort of grin on his face again that made Rafe raise one brow in confusion. "Told you I was taking you out for tea, didn't I?" he shouted back.

Rafe gave the place another disbelieving glance and he had to step closer to Malcolm to avoid the arse of another dancer that came dangerously close to his own. Still not dancing himself, "So, where is it?" Rafe leaned in to yell.

The grin on Malcolm's face became devilish and he seized the front of Rafe's collared shirt. Jaw going slack in surprise, Rafe went rigid, but Malcolm gave him a light yank forward anyway. When their chests collided, Malcolm immediately ducked his lips to Rafe's ear and started to whisper.

Rafe had to swallow hard to keep the sudden arousal in his groin from immediately going hard in response to what he heard.

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Darren/Aland

kickawesome
2008-03-30 06:12 am UTC (link)

"Do it," Grail heckled from his lounging seat on a swank chair in the Avery's den. "DO IT OR I'M LOCKING YOU IN A ROOM WITH JORKINS!"

There were titters of drunken laughter and a few snickers from the rest of the teenagers scattered around the room. Darren shot Grail a warning look. "Fuck you," he said with a point of one finger. Grail merely smirked and took another drag off his fag.

Darren turned his attention back on Aland who had crawled over half-heartedly after being given his dare. Letting out a long apprehensive exhale, Darren sized up his best friend. This was for the greater good. A five second snog between two blokes would open up the door for a ten second snog between two birds, right? Gods, he hoped so.

Nervously flicking his tongue over his bottom lip, Darren clapped a hand on the back of Aland's neck. An encouraging whoop went up from a trio of girls that sat adjacent to Darren. He threw them a half smile but turned back when he felt Aland grip the front of his shirt. Their eyes met and Aland tentatively rose one brow. It was about then that Darren realized that his stomach felt funny with Aland being close like this.

Christ. No. It was the booze. It had to be the booze.

"Let's fucking get this over with," Darren said finally and tugged the other boy's head forward. A girl's squeal caused them both to pause in hesitation before Darren kissed Aland, hard.

"OH, SHIT!" was Grail's bellow of surprise over the sudden rise in the din. "ONE! TWO! Fucking hell! Enjoying that soft mouth aren't you Quigg?!"

Darren waved an obscene gesture in his cackling friend's direction. The rest of room was either cheering or in various stages of awe over the display from the two Slytherin boys.

"THREE!"

All right. Maybe Grail was closer to the truth than he knew. Aland was a better snog than Darren had expected - not that he'd expected much to begin with.

"FOUR!"

Darren grunted when he felt the other boy push closer and straddle his lap - probably just for show. But wait. Was that Aland's tongue he'd just felt tease behind his upper lip?

"FIVE!"

The snogging boys broke, but they didn't immediately disassemble themselves. Nor did they rush to meet the other's eye. Darren swallowed slowly in an attempt to clam his racing pulse.

There was smatterings of laughter and clapping, but Grail was the loudest of them all and somehow had managed to slide of his seat to dump on the floor where he was coughing and trying to regain himself. But failing. Massively.

"I knew it! I knew it!" he was shouting. "You queer fucks! I KNEW IT!"

Darren gave a roll of his eyes and released his best friend. "Yeah, yeah. Fuck you, too," he grumbled under his breath as he watched Aland discreetly adjust his own trousers as he slide off Darren's lap. Darren felt the sudden urge to do the same but at that moment, Prisca Pucey settled down in Aland's place with a sly grin. Darren gave her a lazy smile but glanced past her to catch Aland's eye and he knew they were thinking the same thing.

That one was definitely going to bite them in the arse in the morning.

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	mosesknows 2008-03-23 03:24 am UTC (link)
	Hrm. Moses/Griff (I'm following a trend here ;D) Darren/Cassi more if/when I think of them :[ (Reply to this)

	mikipinku 2008-03-24 06:45 am UTC (link)
	Griff/Olivia lmaoz John/Dominic YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO (Reply to this)

	snwpnitsirk 2008-04-01 06:35 pm UTC (link)
	Devon/Prisca >D Harmony/Graeme (Reply to this)

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