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Title: Ribbons
Author: [personal profile] phoenixtears 
Pairing: Sirius/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Words: 250
Prompt by [personal profile] sdk again: "Sirius/Harry -- Ribbons".  Thanks again!
Warnings: Come play, implied underage, godfather/godson
Notes: Written for [personal profile] torino10154 's Porn Sunday.  Thanks, again, for hosting the sexeh!

I draw my wand through it, the pearlescent mess of it.  Make thin circles around his navel, coaxing some into a delicate curl.  I lick him clean and sigh, “Manna,” against his hip, then I take his cock in my hand and start again.

I push an insistent thumb under the crown of him and strokestrokestroke.  His legs are shameless and open right up, begging for me in the deep dark of him, a hand around his little prick and some fingers thrust up inside.

I point my wand at him and whisper, and he feels the invisible bulk yawning him open and then fucking him, nine fat inches of magic.  I watch the small pucker stretch around nothing.  He is “Fullfullfull”, he keens, rocking.  I tease his slit with the wand and he shakes on the spike of it.  He’s on the verge, and he gives me that “Sirius no” that he knows I love, and so I ignore it like I know he loves and tease it out of him anyway.  And it splatters, it arcs, it is soft and strong and it puddles and it flings.  As ever, it delights me.

I start to play with it again.  I write my name across his tensing stomach with it, trailing my wand through the evidence that I own his every orgasm, his every illicit sigh.  The sticky juice of him, refulgent under the candlelight.

Oh, how I rejoice in it!  The ribbons of my boy’s come.



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Title: Turning Corners
Author: [personal profile] phoenixtears
Pairing: Sirius/Remus/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2,000
Prompt by [personal profile] sdk -- "things a boy should know". Thank you for that!
Warnings: Bestiality, including werewolf sex; Possibly Underage (I left it vague); Godfather/Godson.
Summary: In which things are AU and there doesn't exist a potion to help Remus and Sirius has been caring for him all these years and Harry demands to learn how to help.
Notes: This was written for [personal profile] torino10154's Porn Sunday! \o/ Big thank you to [personal profile] elrhiarhodan for reading this and telling me how much she loved it. I was nervous to post such unrestrained wrongness, but apparently it's the right kind of wrong.


It wasn’t Remus’s choice to be like this, and that was what everybody had to remember. )
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Title: Tosser
Author: [personal profile] phoenixtears
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Self, Hermione/Draco, Cho, Sirius/Harry, furniture, Padfoot/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Words: 100x3 for the prompt, "Never Say Never", at [community profile] harry100, though they're sorry they prompted this now!
Warnings: Everything. Sex with an underage character. Bestiality. Abuse of a broomstick, a wand, a pillowcase.
Notes: I'm sick. I blame a conversation with [personal profile] torino10154. I also blame [personal profile] elrhiarhodan. She knows why.


Harry’s pillowcase was pure filth. He’d been abusing it tri-daily now for a good month. )
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Title: Studying Love
Author: [personal profile] phoenixtears 
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: NC-17
225 words
Prompt: bonds/silken/shiver by [personal profile] starcrossedgirl .
Warnings/Enticements: Dub-con/Non-con, Rimming


The bonds wound round his wrists like slow snakes, alive and fulfilling their Master’s intent. It was Severus’s intent to bind Harry. It was Severus’s intent to hold him down until he’d known what it meant to love. He was studying love. He studied it along Harry’s spine, the way his skin shivered, the way he arched, an involuntary, plaintive, soundless cry. He followed love along the tips of Harry’s fingers until they’d all clenched into fists, denying his touch, his eyes closing, denying his own sight. Denying the sight of Severus studying him.

Severus tongued love into the crevice of Harry’s bottom and watched the body buck off the table, into his mouth. He watched Harry attempt to still, to bite his own arm to stop this thing. Severus tasted along the thin, shivering line – into the dark, the silken dark of him – and Harry fought against – and then for – the tongue entering him. Severus tasted love, and his thumbs parted the way more completely. The snakes wound tighter, but it was Harry that hissed, and then he was shaking and it was coming out of him, and Severus kept his tongue shallow inside to feel the shivers. He ran cold hands up Harry’s back, and there was no resistance. Severus decided that’s what love must be: the inability to do anything except surrender.


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