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crack_van2005-11-14 10:27 pm
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The Sick Note by Rubynye (NC-17)
Fandom: LORD OF THE RINGS
Pairings: Merry/Pippin, Frodo/Sam, various
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rubynye
Author Website: To Hold A Star In Your Hand
Why this must be read: Rubynye knows how to mix and match hobbits to excellent effect and has written so many delicious hobbitpiles that it's hard to choose any one fic. This one, which is essentially a pre-quest Merry/Pippin PWP with a few provocative cameos, always makes me grin without fail (probably through the repeated application of the term 'proddy' to Pippin). Pippin writes Merry a love letter of his own peculiar style of flurried, randy mischief, and it has the inevitable effect.
I'm so proddy. I have to keep a pillow on my lap whenever Mam or Pearl come to check on me; knowing Pearl, she'd whack it with a hairbrush. My prick must be bored all on its own; it's tired of my hand. It wants yours, Merry. Your hands are wider than mine, and square, they feel different than mine when you wrap them round it. Besides, when you do, you kiss me, pushing me back against the grass or a tree or a wall or a pillow, pushing your hot wet tongue into my mouth for me to suck on, pushing your chest against mine so I can feel your heart pounding. And I can put my hands on your shoulders, in your hair, round your waist, holding your cheeks, any of the four of them. I could even wrap them round your cock and feel it twitch, feel the way the skin slides with my hand, feel the way the head gets all hot and damp-sticky. Maybe I'd even
(here, the ink color changes)
I got all excited writing that, and had to stop for a bit and toss myself off. I knocked over the inkwell, and had to clean up in a frightful hurry and tuck the letter away. If Mam saw it I don't think she'd let me send it. No, she's not worrying anymore that I'm too young for us to be playing tweens, but I don't think she'd think it gentlehobbity to write a letter about it. Besides, I just don't want her to see it. This letter's not for her, it's for you.
The Sick Note
Pairings: Merry/Pippin, Frodo/Sam, various
Author on LJ:
rubynyeAuthor Website: To Hold A Star In Your Hand
Why this must be read: Rubynye knows how to mix and match hobbits to excellent effect and has written so many delicious hobbitpiles that it's hard to choose any one fic. This one, which is essentially a pre-quest Merry/Pippin PWP with a few provocative cameos, always makes me grin without fail (probably through the repeated application of the term 'proddy' to Pippin). Pippin writes Merry a love letter of his own peculiar style of flurried, randy mischief, and it has the inevitable effect.
I'm so proddy. I have to keep a pillow on my lap whenever Mam or Pearl come to check on me; knowing Pearl, she'd whack it with a hairbrush. My prick must be bored all on its own; it's tired of my hand. It wants yours, Merry. Your hands are wider than mine, and square, they feel different than mine when you wrap them round it. Besides, when you do, you kiss me, pushing me back against the grass or a tree or a wall or a pillow, pushing your hot wet tongue into my mouth for me to suck on, pushing your chest against mine so I can feel your heart pounding. And I can put my hands on your shoulders, in your hair, round your waist, holding your cheeks, any of the four of them. I could even wrap them round your cock and feel it twitch, feel the way the skin slides with my hand, feel the way the head gets all hot and damp-sticky. Maybe I'd even
(here, the ink color changes)
I got all excited writing that, and had to stop for a bit and toss myself off. I knocked over the inkwell, and had to clean up in a frightful hurry and tuck the letter away. If Mam saw it I don't think she'd let me send it. No, she's not worrying anymore that I'm too young for us to be playing tweens, but I don't think she'd think it gentlehobbity to write a letter about it. Besides, I just don't want her to see it. This letter's not for her, it's for you.
The Sick Note