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Re: Johnny and Rahm [4&5/?]
Date: 2011-03-04 04:25 am (UTC)Re: Groundhog Day - Dresden Style
Date: 2011-03-04 04:43 am (UTC)Re: Hunger Games/ Dresden Files Crossover. Sorta.
Date: 2011-03-04 04:44 am (UTC)Angst factor addon?
All the kids he killed were girls.
He's such a chivalry lemming because he feels he has to make it up to them and can't so he tries to take care of the women in his life as he couldn't take care of them (and of course because he is Harry Dresden after all). . . .
Re: Hunger Games/ Dresden Files Crossover. Sorta.
Date: 2011-03-04 05:18 am (UTC)Re: Hunger Games/ Dresden Files Crossover. Sorta.
Date: 2011-03-04 05:36 am (UTC)Re: Groundhog Day - Dresden Style
Date: 2011-03-04 05:38 am (UTC)Fill (first kink)
Date: 2011-03-04 05:48 am (UTC)------
This was going to be a first for Marcone and I. Well, more like for John. I wouldn't have really noticed the significance if he hadn't pointed it out.
He slid his fingers out of me, finally satisfied with his preparations. I would have complained, but I knew he was going to replace them with his dick any moment.
"Are you sure you want to do this without a condom?" he asked, kneeling up behind me.
I rolled my eyes, glad I was facing away from him so that he couldn't see. We had already gone over this; I was more or less immune to STIs.
"I don't know, Johnny," I teased. "What if I get pregnant?"
Marcone huffed a laugh. "I'll pull out in time, don't worry." The tip of his dick moved slickly against me, making me shiver.
I laughed. I loved it when Marcone played along with my wisecracks. "Come on," I said, "I want-- yeah." It came out as a gasp, because he was pushing into me.
It didn't feel that different-- hotter, maybe-- but just the knowledge that he was in me without anything in the way was enough to make it better. I relaxed around him, welcoming him in.
Apparently Marcone could feel the difference, because I heard him give a soft, deep groan. He ran his hands down my back, easing himself deeper until we were flush together.
Something about it made me think about my little joke again. What if Marcone could knock me up? Obviously, that would be bad, very bad-- but hey, a little risk might spice things up.
He began to move in me, slow and easy with all the preparation, and I pushed back into him eagerly. I wanted it bad.
"C'mon," I said, "don't keep me waiting."
He chuckled and ignored me.
"John," I grumbled, "move it. Or are you afraid you'll end the party too soon?"
"You ought to be more worried about that," he said, voice taking on a familiar silky note. "Don't want to knock you up."
My breath hitched, and heat rolled over me in a wave. "Won't happen to us," I heard myself saying breathily. Okay. Apparently it did spice things up.
John pressed against me, forcing my legs further open.
"Just think of what they'd say," he murmured, nibbling at my back.
"Yeah, I get it. Everyone at school would gossip," I said. Marcone's thrusts were gradually getting deeper, more thorough, rocking me forward, and it was getting easier to imitate a teenage girl.
"You wouldn't be able to hide it. Too skinny." His hands curved around my hips to stroke my belly. "You'd look good like that," he said, and the roughness in his voice went straight to my dick.
I moaned, hearing John rumble in response.
"Yeah, you'd look good," he said breathlessly. "I'm gonna come in you, Harry, fuck you a couple times tonight and make sure you get pregnant."
I was dripping pre-come, starting to be shameless. "Do it," I gasped. "Don't care if they call me a slut, do it."
John's hand swept across my belly, and I found myself imagining a different shape under his palm. He bit at me gently.
"Fuck, you'd be pretty like that, fat with child. Bet you'd be begging for it all the time too, with the hormones."
"Yeah, I would," I panted. "Fuck, please, harder--"
This time he listened, made me groan and fold forward onto my arms. He draped himself over my back, mouth at my ear, telling me what he wanted, how big I was going to get, how he was going to make sure that he knocked me up, and imagining all of it made me whimper. There's something inherently sexy about fertility, on an animal level. I was there.
And then he wrapped his hand around my wet dick, stroking me as he fucked me, screwing his hips into me, other hand restless on my stomach.
"Mine," he growled in my ear, "carrying my child, mine," and if I had been a woman I would have believed him. Hell, I believed him anyway.
"Yours," I agreed, breath rasping in my throat as he pounded me so fucking hard. "John, make me-- please--"
He bit down on my shoulder with a triumphant growl, and I could feel him coming in me. His hand slipped off my dick but it didn't matter because he was still in me, still trying to fuck me through the mattress, to fill me up and make my belly stand out in a taut curve that I wouldn't be able to hide under my duster--
I couldn't stop myself from screaming as John's hand wrapped clumsily around me again. I came long and hard, unable to shut myself up, shoving into John's grip until I was flat on the bed, just whining faintly and rubbing up against the sheets.
Once I'd stopped shuddering, John pulled out of me, dropping a kiss and a bite between my shoulder blades.
I mumbled vaguely and turned my head to look at him. He was a little wild around the eyes.
"We're doing that again," he breathed.
"Good," I said lazily. "When?"
"As soon as you're ready for another round," he said.
"Oh. Good."
Romantic Sex
Date: 2011-03-04 06:48 am (UTC)Bonus points if Harry is the experienced partner.
I need quadruplets
Date: 2011-03-04 07:04 am (UTC)Re: Fill (8/8)
Date: 2011-03-04 07:17 am (UTC)Re: Fill (first kink)
Date: 2011-03-04 07:50 am (UTC)Re: Fill (8/8)
Date: 2011-03-04 07:54 am (UTC)Re: Hunger Games/ Dresden Files Crossover. Sorta.
Date: 2011-03-04 09:35 am (UTC)Re: Hunger Games/ Dresden Files Crossover. Sorta.
Date: 2011-03-04 09:40 am (UTC)OP
Date: 2011-03-04 09:54 am (UTC)Re: Groundhog Day - Dresden Style
Date: 2011-03-04 10:35 am (UTC)But- but he owns all of them...
Re: Fill: 4/? scrappy!Harry prompt
Date: 2011-03-04 11:47 am (UTC)Re: long lost brother/sister, mini-fill
Date: 2011-03-04 11:52 am (UTC)authornon Re: AU Harry/Michael, 2/?
Date: 2011-03-04 12:06 pm (UTC)Not to mention throwing a wrench in the gears of Grave Peril starting quite soon, necessitating a Rather Different Series of Events. Though yes, I intend to paralel the rest of Grave Peril, have a bunch of stuff happen in the months following (including Charity showing up!), and then cover Summer Knight, because ZOMG Elaine. Not sure how far I'll continue paralling the books :)
Filled 1/1
Date: 2011-03-04 01:16 pm (UTC)I did, in fact, know that I had said that. But the flakes of snow in his hair and the worrying blue tinge to his lips distracted me. It was a baking summer’s day outside, and it took a rather concerted effort to make Harry feel the cold these days. “Yes?” I managed after a moment’s pause.
“How about a week? I could... I could use somewhere to stay for a bit.”
“What happened to I’ll come and go as I please, scumbag?” Stupid of me, to challenge him when he was conceding ground, but I have a pathological desire to challenge his every breath.
“Maeve happened to it. I’m waiting for her to calm down a bit.”
I’m not entirely clear on all the irrational rules governing personal relationships, but I had a vague awareness that perhaps Harry’s pragmatism should offend me. That I should want him at my office door because he missed me, because he wanted to make me smile, not because he was lying low. I wasn’t offended. I was a little proud of him instead, at having the sense to retreat rather than launch himself straight into trouble. And it would be a lie to say I didn’t feel a quiet sense of satisfaction at the fact Harry came to me when he felt threatened. It was for convenience more than anything, there was no real protection I could offer him that he couldn’t provide himself, but my ego didn’t seem to know that.
“I’m happy to have you Harry. Though I expect to be working late tonight.”
“So’m I,” he muttered, finally shouldering his way past the door and into the office. A heavy looking gym bag hung from his right hand, and I winced at the knowledge that it held all his worldly goods. “Really late actually. Got an errand I won’t have finished til four.”
“That’s fine. Just make sure you knock to wake me.” We’d startled one another out of sleep before, and agreed to avoid doing so in future. “Do you want me to pick anything up for you?”
“Nah,” he said, “I grabbed all my stuff. Can I leave it with you? Don’t want to haul it around the... uh, the place I’ll be in until later.”
“Of course.” I left him to his secrets. He had so many after all.
“Cool,” he said and moved forward, striding around my desk on his long legs to drop the bag beside my chair. He stooped over it and addressed his belongings with something that sounded suspiciously like sleep tight.
“I’ll see you later,” he said, coming back up for a kiss. It was evidently intended to be a chaste brushing of lips, but I turned into it, tilting my head upward helpfully and opening up to him. “Mmm,” he said, appreciating the gesture but lingering only briefly before pulling away, “bye John.”
A bare twenty seconds after the door clicked shut behind Harry, the bag spoke to me. “Well now, that was worth waking up for.”
I went still. Harry wouldn’t endanger me deliberately, or at least, not in such an underhand fashion, but it was possible he might overlook something. He had acquaintances that were less forthright than himself.
The unexpectedly eloquent bag was within the protective circle subtly worked into the flooring surrounding my desk. It made the magical panic button I’d automatically moved my hand towards entirely redundant. I eyed the intercom instead. Gard was likely better equipped than I to deal with this, but any sudden move to summon her might provoke an attack.
“Who are you?” I asked, hand moving delicately into my jacket, palming the hilt of a knife. It had been a tell of mine, back in the day, when I could still afford to have one. Now it was simply caution rather than nerves. The steel of the blade would dissuade the fae, and the point would dissuade many others.
“A friend of Harry’s,” the bag said, and then it started to unzip itself. I drew the knife and stood, slowly. We hadn’t quite tipped into hostilities. Perhaps I could reason with it, whatever it was.
A skull rolled out of the bag. Its eye sockets flickered with orange fire.
I blinked. I’d seen a lot of human remains in my time, but they were usually more fleshy.
“I wasn’t aware he’d taken up necromancy. Now, who are you?”
“I’m not actually a skull, moron. What are you? Metaphysically illiterate?”
Not exactly, no, because I had the sense to answer with the same question, repeated for a third time. “Who are you?”
“Bob,” said the skull. “Which tells you nothing. Wrong question. And Harry thinks you’re so smart.”
“A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Bob. Now what are you?”
“A spirit of Air and Intellect. Harry’s spirit, to be exact, and I have business with you, John Marcone.” Its eyes flickered red. I decided it was a danger signal and dived for the intercom button. But it burst into an angry shower of sparks and I pulled my hand back abruptly. “Nah, I thought’d we’d have more of a tete-at-tete,” the skull continued. “Traditional for this kind of discussion, right? We can do without your babysitter.”
“And what discussion might that be?”
“The discussion about your intentions, Baron.”
“My... intentions.” Good grief. “He’s a grown wizard, spirit. Not your virgin daughter.”
The skull snorted. It was somewhat unsettling, from a being without nostrils. “I don’t care about his virtue. Hell, if he was less of a stick in the mud, I’d come along for the ride. I want to know what you want from him. Apart from his ass.”
His time. His attention and affection. His insolence and his ragged heroism. “That’s none of your concern.”
The red of Bob’s eye-fires darkened. “It is. This time it is. I never get to meet the jackasses that get their claws into him before they tear him up.”
“I haven’t harmed him.”
“Right. When he comes in limping, I don’t just see the bruises. I get to see the soul sickness too, all the raw edges of his aura- ”
“I haven’t harmed him, spirit.”
“You got him scared,” the skull pointed out. “Mad.”
“Everything makes him mad,” I said. And I’d been intimidated a time or two by his power myself, but I didn’t need to draw attention to that.
The skull chuckled. “True. But not the way you do, Marcone. Not all mad and confused.”
It knew altogether too much about us. I stepped away from it, planning to retreat towards the door.
“Stop,” it said. I ignored it. “Stop.” And then I did, feet frozen in place. Hostilities.
“You say you’re Harry’s spirit, and you’re concerned with my intentions. Have you considered his? He won’t thank you for threatening me.”
The spirit chuckled, mandible bouncing its skull around morbidly. “Hiding behind your boyfriend? You aren’t very good at this mobster thing, are you?”
“Best in Chicago,” I said. Something about the spirit, as hostile and irreverent as it was, put me in mind of Harry. Softened my responses somewhat, even when the thing had me fixed in place in my office.
“Hah. And anyway, Harry doesn’t even know Harry’s intentions. Like I said. Confused. But he’s not the only one, is he?” No. Dresden was a complication I could not afford. As an ally, or an employee, he’d be a quantifiable asset. As my... whatever he was, he made me spend too much time second guessing myself, tripping over his expectations and paranoia and my own darker impulses. But we were getting by. The city hadn’t suffered for it.
I didn’t answer it. I weighed my knife in my hand and wondered if flinging it at the skull would do me any good. I wondered if chipping the cranium would make Harry angry. He owned so little, after all, but he’d been carting this Bob around with him. Sleep tight he’d said, with quiet affection.
Oh. We were having the best friend talk.
“Shouldn’t you have threatened me with a nasty death if I hurt him?” I suggested in a bored tone.
“I’m getting there. Anyway, it’d be a bit more inventive than forfeiting your life. Your empire maybe, that might be fun. Your legacy.” The eyelights were flickering faster. I thought, perhaps, in amusement. I didn’t rise to the threat.
“Yea, even unto the seventh generation.” I toned. “Fine. Message received. Now release my feet. It’s beneath my dignity to start crying for help, but I will if you force me.”
“I could stop you,” it told me. “I could slip inside your head and take the wheel. I could make sure you never hurt him.”
“So you could. But then you would hurt him by doing so.”
“...huh,” the spirit said. “Is this a morality thing? It is, isn’t it?”
“A morality thing. And a consent thing and a trust thing. All of which Harry is rather keen on.”
“Bugger,” the skull said. “Every time.”
“If you’re willing to get back in the bag and go back to sleep, I can forget to mention this to Harry.”
The skull hummed and skittered around a little. “Not sleepy. Bedtime story?”
“I don’t have any reading material on hand.”
“You could tell me one.” The force holding me in place vanished. “Harry’s first time! Was he coy? Did he blush when he spread his legs for you?”
“Enough,” I snarled, and all of a sudden I’d made my way over to the skull and swept it up from the floor. Gard would have scolded me I’m sure, but I’ve discovered I have surprisingly good instincts for this kind of thing. “Sleep.”
In my hands, the eyelights flickered out. I stared into the empty sockets of the skull.
“You’d make a good paperweight,” I muttered childishly, but tucked it back away in the bag before zipping it closed. Harry got fidgety about people touching his stuff now he had so little of it. There was no point intentionally unsettling him. I didn’t need to share this particular discussion with him after all.
Re: Fill (8/8)
Date: 2011-03-04 01:19 pm (UTC)http://scribe-protra.dreamwidth.org/306.html?thread=317746#cmt317746
for the size kink.
And since that's MY prompt? I am squeeing forever over here.
Re: Filled 1/1
Date: 2011-03-04 01:44 pm (UTC)Re: Filled 1/1
Date: 2011-03-04 02:01 pm (UTC)Re: Groundhog Day - Dresden Style
Date: 2011-03-04 02:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-04 03:01 pm (UTC)I want two Rahms in Chicago. Seriously. I don't care how it happened, I want them. Confusing people, pissing everyone off, and having wild sexy times. Johnny, or Harry, or OH MY GOD BOTH OF THEM.
Someone, please make this happen?