You really like putting hilariously inappropriate sentences at the very end.

Mind you, I approve.

Was Dobby the one who watched this time?

 

Well, have you ever wondered why they call her the moaning Myrtle?

 

Perhaps they ought to call her Lassie.

 

An ear infection? How unsanitary!

 

Madame Maxine/Harry. Size does matter.

 

Congrats, you are the cause of my nightmares tonight... i am imagining a vengeful and scorned Hagrid and a satisfied Maxine..*Shudder*

Thank god no one suggested a Irma Pince pairing...

 

Be lucky you never came across Madam Maxime/Cedric. Trust me, you don't want to know.

 

Alright. Zeelthor wants three smut challenges from me so he can pick one. He insisted they be DF. The only male character from DF I want to see have any action is Harry, so he's lucky there.

1) Harry/Charity. Context: Cheating cheating cheating. Harry convinces/seduces Charity.
2) Harry/Mab/Titania. Context: ... I have no clue? Maybe some contention between the Queens that Harry is (un)fortunate enough to be caught in the middle of?
3)Harry/Karrin's sister, closely followed by Harry/Karrin. Context: I have no idea, you figure it out. But both have to happen, and in that order (your choice whether to involve the sister on the second round).


And one last thing. If you don't like my challenges, stop asking me for challenges. I fully expect you to opt out of this one, too, you pussy.

 

Number one. Challenge acccepted. Already got an idea and I'm sketching it out now.

 

Of ourse it would be number one. I took pity on you and left it there, otherwise you wouldn't have written anything. Again. Well, amaze me!

Plus, you get to challenge me.

 

Yupp. Just you wait. I've already written Harry/Mab and Harry/Titania and I don't like Murphy that much, so neither were really options. I'll think of a challenge for you.

 

Open Challenge:

1) Harry Potter / Narcissa Malfoy
2) Harry Potter / Drunk!Katie (from WAFATYB)

 

About the Harry/Narcissa one, bonus points if Harry tells Draco "Hey, I fucked your mom."

 

Averis should write it. He has that nice skill with ending phrases.

 

Huh, never saw a good Harry/Narcissa, except the one where he kills her, after raping her (I say it´s good because it's well written but I dislike forced in general) and the well written and extremely disturbing one by Lungs, which Narcissa is a pedo. Like, a huge pedo.

Looking forward, specially for "I fucked your mom."

 

It's because most of the time you see mentions of Harry/Narcissa it's more something in line with "Harry Potter won the war, got some slaves by right of conquest" or "Harry Potter becomes Lord Black, dissolves Narcissa's marriage and then sex happens".

Only decent Harry/Narcissa that I can recall in this moment is "The Volunteer".

Now give me the names/links for those two you just mentioned in your post, Invictus.

 

Here's the Dresden/Charity story. Rep. I want something with Harry and Hermione under the invisibility cloak. Both of them. They're not to be a couple in the story.

***

The Carpenter family’s street was as quiet as one would expect of a semi-suburban neighborhood at ten in the evening. It felt wrong to be disturbing that peace, but I was right out of options.

It only took a couple of seconds after my knock for the door to open and for Charity Carpenter to appear in the small gap. The look of hopeful joy faded into disappointment, flickered to annoyance and then went neutral. I was willing to bet she’d expected Michael.

“Mr Dresden,” she said, her tone caustic. “Michael isn’t home.”

“Hi Charity,” I said, with as much cheer as I could muster under the current circumstances. “It’s your help I need.”

She frowned at that, with great skepticism, and her gaze tracked over me and got stuck at by abdomen, where my shirt was a bloody mess.

“Mother of God,” she whispered and quickly stepped aside. “What happened to you?”

I stumbled through the door and with Charity’s assistance, made it into the little room she’s set aside for guests, sewing supplies and the occasional banged up wizard.

“Couple of red court vamps and a ghoul were harassing a guy. I objected.”

“I see.”

She shoved me a down on the bed a little bit more roughly than was strictly necessary and began to unbutton my shirt. She winced at the sight of the blood and the deep gouges of ghoul claws.

“You should be at the hospital.”

“Can’t. They’re being watched. They picked off a Warden in France a month ago.”

Charity nodded seriously and surveyed my injuries more closely. “Lie still. I’ll fetch the kit.”

She vanished through the door and I lay back on the guest bed, trying not to note how the blood still oozing from the wound was dripping down to the sheets. Within a minute, Charity returned with the med kit, settled on the edge of the bed and got to work.

It hurt more than getting injured in the first place and Charity displayed less mercy than the monsters would have, slowly and methodically cleaning the wound with a piece of cloth drenched in alcohol. I’m pretty sure she was enjoying torturing me.

Maybe I was a little bit delirious from the pain, but I suddenly noted that the flannel shirt she’d worn closed earlier was now open. She wore a white tank-top underneath and while it didn’t emphasize anything, per say, it didn’t hide some rather generous curves, either.

I closed my eyes. This was not okay, blood loss or no, checking out your best friend’s wife was not okay. I mean, I’d always been attracted to Charity in a masochistic sort of way that no doubt would’ve had Freud dancing around in glee.

“When was the last time you ate?” Charity asked a little while later. She’d bandaged the wound up and was running a hand up towards my ribs.

“What day is it today?” I asked and tried to cover my shudder of pleasure with a nervous laugh. It had been months since anyone had touched me.

Charity’s unamused, stern gaze fixed on me.

“Yesterday,” I said and tried to shift the leg closest to Charity up, to cover my awkwardly speedy reaction to her touch. I had actually showered and shaved today, since I had to leave my lab on a rare excursion, but the only pants available had been sweat pants…

And now I was about to pay the price for that decision.

Charity’s eyes tracked the movement of my leg and locked onto the obvious bulge in my pants. I was screwed. This was where I died. Charity was going to get a frying pan or possibly one of Michael’s swords and kill me with them.

But she didn’t. Instead, she raised an eyebrow and looked expectantly at me. I guess she wanted an explanation of some sort, but I really didn’t have one. So, I did what any manly wizard of the White Council would have. I tried to flee.

I didn’t make it. Before I’d even gotten moving, Charity swung her leg across my lap and straddled me.

“Lie still,” she said, her voice quiet, calm, but also a little bit husky. Slowly, very slowly, she settled down, the crotch of her jeans pressed against the front of my pants.

My efforts to calm down subsequently crashed and burned.

“Charity, what’re you-“ The protest turned into a groan as she ground her hips against me.

“Be quiet.”

Surprise and a considerable amount of lust sucker-punched me and kept me from thinking long enough for Charity to get the both of us out of our pants and undergarments. She looked at my straining erection for a moment, her expression unreadable, then slowly licked her lips and guided it inside of her.

It had been over a year since my last kiss, almost as long since my last hug. I hadn’t been intimate with a woman since Susan, and hadn’t gotten close since. Charity’s warmth enveloping me was a stark contrast to that and it damn near sent me over the brink.

And then she slapped me. Hard. I blinked at the sudden pain, which had taken my mind off the pleasure rather effectively.

“What the hell?”

Charity didn’t reply. She just began to move, slowly at first, but picking up pace quickly. I
reached up for her breasts, which were heaving nicely under the white top, only to have my hands slapped away.

To hell with that. I went for it again and when she once more tried to slap my hand away, I grabbed it by the wrist and flipped us over. It hurt. I was feeling light-headed and my bandage was going to be soaking through, but at that moment, I didn’t care.

I slowed the pace down to be able to keep my weight balanced while slipping the other hand in between our bodies, through sodden blonde curls to the top of her sex.

She cried out softly when I found the right spot and it didn’t take long until we had the rhythm down. Her (fortunately short) nails raked my back and buttocks but as her groans became more needy, her counter-thrusts more desperate, they descended to push my hand away from her clit to replace it with her own.

I didn’t protest. It meant I could speed up and I really, really needed to.

I came first and I had just enough sense left in the midst of the blood loss and weariness to pull out before I did. Charity’s fingers kept moving rapidly between her folds and she was too busy coming noisily a few seconds later to notice the soft sound from the doorway.

Molly stood there, with a hand down her pajamas, masturbating furiously.

***

Cos fuck you, Don. E. and your awesome ending. I do hope several of you feel supremely creepy at the moment.

 

This is going to become a thing, I see. Mind you, I approve.

 

That's it? That is your challenge ?

I'll do it, but I expect something harder next time.

 

Be a man and read Dresden Files. I'm not really that interested in HP anymore, so I can't think of many good challenges. In any case, I think it'd be pretty tricky to pull this one off while keeping the both of them in character.