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by Anonymous

PICTURE THIS! A Grey’s Anatomy (loosely) based AU where Jungkook is an intern at a hospital and meets the man who made him want to become a doctor, Kim Seokjin.

Maybe he falls hopelessly in love with Seokjin.
And maybe he messes it all up on accident.
But maybe…just maybe everything comes back around and Jungkook gets a second chance at happiness with the talented and gorgeous trauma surgeon.

Words: 7681, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English



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I was tagged by @curiousartemis, thanks!

Hmm, far future of Dance in the Shadow of Honor (post-Baras, anyway.) I haven’t actually decided if I’ll use this or not (a bit more than six lines, lol), I’m mostly exploring the dynamic between Ucevi and Pierce, with the assumption that he’ll eventually work out that as long as he’s competent and stays respectful in public, he can speak his mind in private. Of course, opening the door to certain topics might not be the best idea when he’s talking to Ucevi…

>>>>>

“Something on your mind, Lieutenant?”

“With all due respect, milord, Quinn? Seriously. I don’t fucking get it.”

He’s almost petulant about it today. Ucevi’s mood instantly improved. Ah, he should know better than giving me that kind of opportunity by now when we’re alone. Even Vette doesn’t go there anymore. “Are you going to tell me that his ass isn’t worth admiring, Pierce? Though let me tell you, it’s even better when he isn’t wearing clothes. Mmm…” She turned her head just enough to catch his expressions.

“Yeah, I didn’t need that mental image, thanks, milord.” He pretended to gag. “I mean, he’s gotta durasteel bantha prod shoved up that ass, and you…” He gestured up and down, raising an eyebrow suggestively. “I mean, you’re not the kind of woman to settle for havin’ regulation sex outta the manual. You know?”

“Really, Pierce? You actually think I am settling for unsatisfying? Me? Just because Quinn understands, mmm, discipline?” She swiveled her office chair and propped her feet up on the side desk so she could look him in the eyes. Oh, he should fucking well know I have absolutely no reticence about my sex life by now. The absolute best part is that he’ll never ever repeat what I’m about to hit him with because the last thing he’d want to do is make Quinn look good.

Pierce, Vette and Jaesa gave away the fact that the sound-proofing on my quarters was…deficient. What about our accidental performance made you think I wasn’t getting exactly what I wanted?”

>>>>>

And that conversation quickly goes downhill from there, in detail, much to Pierce’s eternal regret :D This segment was on my mind after a conversation with @cinlat earlier, who has seen one draft of the full scene, lol. If I do ever use this, I want a follow up scene where Pierce can’t even look Quinn in the face, and Quinn takes one look at Ucevi’s smirk and goes “No, I do not want to know. I’ll be on the bridge.”

And I’m going to tag @cinlat, @rainofaugustsith, @aliyamirat, @riajade01, and @aeternalegacy (if you have something in progress and would enjoy this, of course.)

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An EdWinry rewrite of Ovid’s letter from Penelope to Ulysses
Set after the events in the anime while Ed’s off traveling. Al’s not mentioned bc, well, Odysseus doesn’t have a brother *shrugs*. The parallel’s not exact, alright?

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Ed,

I’m sending a letter to you, dimwit, because you’re so slow to actually come and visit. And you better not write back to me! I want you to actually come here yourself. You’ve accomplished your goals, but that goal means nothing to me when you are not here. Sometimes I wish Mustang’s train had wrecked and he’d never reached Resenbool. Then I wouldn’t be here alone in my room, complaining of each passing day; nor would the automail be sitting on my bench unused even though I’ve worked on it all throughout the night.

When haven’t I been afraid of things far beyond the terrors I face every day? Love is a thing ever filled with anxious fear. I dream you’ll find enemies that would try to destroy you; at the mention of Scar, my face pales. Someone told the story of Basque Grand’s death, and I became alarmed. Another told me how Hughes died, and I wept that intelligence could not win. Had another’s fate reached me, all my worries would have been renewed once more with that person’s fate. Whenever I hear of someone’s fate in the government, my heart grows cold because I worry for you.

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❣ One Shot

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→ Pairing: Wonho x female reader

→ Summary: a short story about how wonho loving your smell

→ Gendre: couple au // idol au. // Smut ♔ // Fluff ❀

→ Warnings: wonho being the sweetheart he is, smut, nipple suck, oral (female), marking, unprotected sex, fingering, riding, creampie, overstimulation

→ Word count: 2677

→ a/n: This makes my heart so warm

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Wonho was a member of the famous Korean group Monsta X, that is how people know him now, but for you, he was you lovely, intimidated, but soft in the inside boyfriend.

You had the chance to interview him along with other members, well, you boss did, you were still an intern at the time, so you just sit there and take notes, you didn’t even notice Wonho’s eyes looking at you writing all the word that came in the conversation in your little note.

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Corazones de papel (Fanfic)

Arthur x tú

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Odiabas los lunes, todos lo hacemos. Aunque en verdad más que los lunes, odiabas lo que los lunes representaban; el regreso a la rutina y el estar lejos de Arthur durante 12 horas seguidas. Pero así como odiabas los lunes, también odiabas los viernes, pues trabajabas hasta más tarde en la cafetería y nunca llegabas a casa antes de las 10 de la noche. Era el único día de la semana en que Arthur llegaba al apartamento antes que tú y a pesar de que llegaba muy cansado, siempre te esperaba despierto, normalmente viendo el Show de Murray. Los demás días de la semana te gustaba preparar la cena junto con él, era algo que Arthur disfrutaba. Sin embargo los viernes siempre le dejabas algo listo para que él pudiera cenar temprano y no tuviera que esperarte hasta tan tarde. Hoy era uno de esos viernes.


- Arthur!! Estoy en casa!!- anunciaste tu llegada casi a las 10:30 pm.


- Tengo una sorpresa para ti!!


Te quitaste los zapatos y el abrigo, estabas tan cansada pero al mismo tiempo tan feliz, pues era tu parte favorita del día cuando volvías a su lado. Y hoy te sentías particularmente feliz y esa felicidad se debía al contenido de la bolsa que traías contigo, una pequeña sorpresa para tu Arthur. Generalmente se levantaba y salía corriendo a recibirte, aunque estuviera viendo el Show de Murray. Nada era más importante para él que tú.


Pero hoy no hubo respuesta ni recibimiento. Te preguntaste si quizás ya se había dormido, puesto que era tan tarde. Pero al pasar junto a la cocina viste que la cena que le habías dejado preparada estaba intacta. Arthur no había comido. Dejaste la bolsa en la cocina y fuiste directo hacia la habitación. Cuando lo encontraste ahí, sentado en una esquina de la cama, abrazando sus piernas y descansando la cabeza sobre sus rodillas, se produjo una horrible sensación de angustia en tu pecho. No era un estado de ansiedad, más bien Arthur parecía estar como apagado. Ya tenía puesto su pijama y su cabello era todo un desorden. Sus lindos ojos verdes estaban abiertos pero su mirada estaba perdida. Y cuando notaste que en la tele corría el Show de Murray y que Arthur ni siquiera le prestaba atención, te preocupaste.


Te acercaste con cuidado, pues estaba tan abstraído que al parecer no había notado tu presencia y no querías asustarlo.


- Arthur?- dijiste en voz baja.


Al oír su nombre, reaccionó levantando ligeramente la cabeza y te buscó con sus ojos. Estaban un tanto vidriosos. Te sentaste junto a él en un costado de la cama. Te preocupó que estuviera enfermo y pusiste una mano sobre su frente pero no estaba caliente.


Eran noches así cuando Arthur se sentía muy triste. Lo notabas en sus hombros caídos y en lo callado que estaba. Esta noche era una de esas.


- Arthur, cariño, qué tienes?


Te acercaste un poco más, tomaste su carita entre tus manos y le diste un beso en la nariz. Era algo que le gustaba y siempre lo hacía reír porque le causaba cosquillas. Pero hoy el resultado fue todo lo opuesto y como si fuera un reflejo, las lágrimas comenzaron a caer de sus hermosos ojos verdes y corrieron por sus mejillas.


- Qué sucede, corazón?- preguntaste con un nudo en la garganta.


Pero Arthur no dijo nada. Abriste tus brazos y él simplemente se dejó caer en ellos. Abrazó tu cintura, escondió su cara en tu hombro y lloró en silencio. Lo sujetaste con fuerza y murmuraste palabras de amor en su oído. No sabías qué había sucedido pero podías imaginarlo.


- No llores, mi ángel. Estoy aquí. Todo va a estar bien…


Transcurrieron varios minutos así hasta que sentiste que su cuerpo se relajó entre tus brazos y su respiración se tranquilizó.


- Me quieres contar lo que pasó?


Arthur se limpió la nariz con la manga y sin separarse de tu cuerpo comenzó a hablar en una voz tan baja que tuviste que esforzarte para entender lo que decía.


- M-me tropecé mientras trabajaba…es que los zapatos s-son muy grandes. Y el letrero que tenía en mis manos se rompió.


Acariciarte su espalda mientras hablaba.


- Y cuando volví, Hoyt me gritó delante de todos y todos se rieron. Dijo que era un idiota y que me descontaría por el letrero.


- Te lastimaste?- preguntaste preocupada.


- No.


Lo apretarse contra tu pecho y le diste un beso en la cabeza. En silencio juraste que matarías a Hoyt, o al menos le darías una buena patada en los testículos cuando lo vieras.


- Tranquilo, Arthur. No hiciste nada mal, fue un accidente y a todos nos pasa. Sabes…hoy rompí una taza en la cafetería.


- En verdad?- preguntó sorprendido.


- Sí!- mentiste.


No era cierto pero querías que se sintiera mejor.


- Simplemente se me cayó y se hizo pedazos. Yo también soy muy torpe…


Arthur se desprendió de tu pecho y te miró a los ojos, como si te agradeciera en silencio por ese pequeño consuelo. Sonreíste, besaste su frente y terminaste de secar las lágrimas que quedaban bajo sus ojos. Tomaste sus manos y con preocupación notaste  lo frías que estaban. En tu mente maldijiste por no poder pagar una jodida calefacción.


- Cariño, tienes frío.- dijiste, levantándote y te dirigiste a la sala. Encontraste el saquito de hilo azul que Arthur había dejado colgado sobre una silla y regresaste con él a la habitación.


- Ven, déjame ponerte esto.- le dijiste y con mucho cariño lo abrigaste y le abotonaste el saquito.


Arthur te miró con sus dulces ojos que seguían tan tristes y tu corazón simplemente no soportaba verlo así. Rápidamente te cambiaste de ropa, poniéndote tu propio pijama y te metiste en la cama junto con él, tomándolo entre tus brazos nuevamente.


- Hmmmm, ya sé cómo hacerte sonreír…- dijiste de pronto. - Cierra los ojos!-


Arthur hizo lo que le pediste y por un segundo contemplaste sus hermosas pestañas que le daban un aspecto tan dulce.

Siempre guardabas una caja de chocolates bajo llave en tu mesita de noche. No es que Arthur no tuviera permiso de comerlos, simplemente debías evitar que se comiera todos de una sola vez. Ya había sucedido en una ocasión que llegaste a casa con una caja de bombones que te habían regalado en el trabajo para Navidad. Arthur había estado tan emocionado, pues rara vez podía disfrutar de un lujo así y definitivamente amaba el dulce. Pobre, no había podido controlarse y se había comido una docena de chocolates en un minuto, terminando con un terrible dolor de panza.

Sabías que un poco de dulce lo animaría en este momento, así que abriste la caja de chocolates y la pusiste sobre su regazo.


Arthur abrió los ojos y al ver lo que le estabas ofreciendo, no pudo evitar sonreír con la alegría de un niño pequeño.


- Escoge uno, bebé.- dijiste.


- Oh, pero…no tengo permitido de tocar esta caja.- te recordó.


Tu corazón se derritió.


- Por esta noche tienes permiso, cariño.


Sus ojos se iluminaron y supiste que tenía dificultad para escoger solo uno.


- Puedes escoger dos…- ofreciste.


Sentiste la felicidad más pura al ver a Arthur disfrutar tanto con algo tan pequeño y simple. Y es que las almas sencillas son felices con tan poco…


Arthur te abrazó y besó tu mejilla, dejando una mancha de chocolate sobre tu piel.


- Gracias…- murmuró.


- Espera…aún te tengo una sorpresa!!- dijiste, recordando de pronto la bolsa que habías dejado en la cocina.


Volviste con ella en tus manos, te sentaste y se la entregaste a Arthur. Sus ojos se abrieron de curiosidad y con mucho cuidado abrió la bolsa. Su linda cara se iluminó al ver que estaba recibiendo un regalo sin que fuera su cumpleaños, ni Navidad ni ninguna ocasión especial. Recibía algo por el simple hecho de que era amado y antes de tenerte en su vida eso nunca, nunca jamás había sucedido.


Sus ojos se llenaron de lágrimas de felicidad cuando sacó el libro que estaba envuelto en papel de regalo. Arthur amaba los libros, en especial los cuentos de niños, porque eran tiernos y fáciles de comprender. Amaba sobre todo esos en los que los personajes eran animales. Los animales no eran crueles y nunca tenían dobles intenciones. Son como Arthur, pensabas. No hay maldad en sus corazones. Por eso habías escogido este libro en particular. Más temprano habías pasado por la librería y la tapa colorida llena de dibujos de animales llamó inmediatamente tu atención. No tenías mucho dinero pero juntaste algunas propinas y lo compraste para Arthur. Sabías que le gustaría.


La parte que más le gustaba era que tú le leyeras los cuentos. Le gustaba el sonido de tu voz y como te inventabas voces diferentes para cada animal. Le permitías acariciar los dibujos con sus dedos y cuando te preguntaba por el significado de una palabra que no entendía, siempre tenías la paciencia para explicárselas. Nunca escogías cuentos tristes, solo aquellos con final feliz. Y amabas leérselos. Podías leerle la misma historia diez veces y Arthur nunca se cansaba.


- Gracias…- dijo Arthur, conmovido. - No merezco tantos regalos. Sé que son caros…-


- Mereces mucho más, corazón.- respondiste.


Viste la mirada en sus ojos y sabías lo que quería decirte y no se animaba. Después de tanto tiempo aún sentía cierta vergüenza de pedírtelo.


- Quieres que te lo lea, mi amor?- le preguntaste.


- Mhm- dijo Arthur, abrazándose a tu cintura y recostando su cabeza sobre tu pecho. Era su posición favorita, pues le permitía observar los dibujos a medida que volteabas las páginas.


Lo recibiste en tus brazos, lo cubriste con la frazada y besaste su cabeza, disfrutando el olor y la suavidad de su pelo.


- Mi dulce Arthur- dijiste - Te amo con todo mi corazón.-


Leíste y releíste el libro tres veces hasta que los ojos de Arthur por fin se cerraron y quedó dormido en tus brazos. Ya era muy tarde.


Con mucho cuidado lo recostaste y colocaste su cabeza sobre la almohada. Arthur murmuró algo entre sueños al sentirse separado de tus brazos.


- Shhh, duerme, cariño. Estoy aquí. No iré a ninguna parte.- susurraste.


Lo cubriste, asegurándote de que estuviera cómodo y abrigado y lo miraste dormir por un instante. Cómo deseabas poder protegerlo del mundo exterior y de todos los dolores de la vida. No podías. Pero al menos por esta noche, podías darle todo ese amor y cuidado, y eso hacía una diferencia. Arthur dormía a tu lado, en paz y con una sonrisa en sus hermoso labios. Y sabías que no podía haber paraíso más grande que ese, un pequeño y derruido apartamento en la parte más fea de la ciudad en donde sin embargo vivían dos corazones que se amaban.

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Valentine’s Day Sucks

(WARNING: This 2nd half starts out tame, but most of it is NSFW, if you don’t like smut or are underage, please stop reading after they return from dinner. Thank you. 😉)

Part 2

Draco was still dizzy when they landed, but even he could tell they weren’t in either of their bedrooms. The room was bright and lavish, with a large balcony window overlooking the Parisian skyline, and an even larger bed dominating the opposite side of the room.

“Harry,” he croaked, before clearing his throat, “Did you just apparate us to France?”

Harry rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “Portkeys make me feel sick,” he shrugged, “and I want to enjoy my evening with you.”

Draco threw his hands up, “bloody gryffindors,” he muttered, “rather risk death and dismemberment than a little nausea.”

Harry just grinned, “it wasn’t that far.“

Draco chose to ignore that and instead looked around the room. “Where are we?”

"The Four Seasons Hotel, the restaurant is downstairs so I thought why not book a room and make a weekend of it, we rarely get to spend much time together.”

Harry smiled at him again, But Draco just stared. "Did Hermione put you up to this?” he blurted and then cringed, he hadn’t met to actually ask that.

Harry cocked his head to the side, “what do you-“

But Draco cut him off, “I won’t be pitied Potter, so if this is some kind of charity date or you trying to play hero again you can just fuck right off!”

Harry looked confused for a second, but then his expression morphed into disbelief, and finally anger. "Why yes Draco, you’ve caught me. I called in three favors and payed an exorbitant amount of money in order to get these reservations two months ago, when they were already booked out over a year in advance, just so I could pity you.”

He turned and began roughly undoing the buttons on his Auror robes. "I also had a very awkward conversation with your mother around that same time so that I could pick up one of your nice suits and place an order with Armani to make absolutely sure my suit would complement yours, because I know how important details are to you, and I have to get each one right when I’m playing hero because-“ he was cut off at that point by Draco placing a hand over his mouth.

Harry was shocked to see the emotion on Draco’s eyes, his usually stoic face for once completely unguarded.

"You planned this two months ago?” He asked hoarsely, “but why?”

Harry’s face softened at once, “because I love you, you idiot, and I know this kind of stuff is important when your dating a posh git like yourself.”

Draco let out a slightly hysterical laugh before clamping his hands over his own mouth. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or scream. He had so many questions and he didn’t know what to ask first. “Since when are we dating-? Wait, you talked to my mother? And Granger and Weasley? How long have they known? When were you going to tell ME this important tidbit of information? Wait why the hell did you shove me in the closet last time your friends came over if it wasn’t even a secret? I thought you were ashamed of me! I thought, I thought-“ he turns away rapidly at that point quickly rubbing his eyes because he’ll be damned if he lets Harry see him cry.

Then he spins around again as the last few minutes catch up with him, “Did you just say you love me?” He whispers.

Harry, by this point looks thoroughly rebuked. "I do,” he murmurs, warily approaching Draco who looks a bit wrecked. His eyes are red and watery with unshed tears, his hair a mess from the apparition, and his face flushed from his angry interrogation. Harry slowly pulls him into his arms and squeezes him tightly. They stand there for several minutes as their heart rates slow, Harry resting his head against Draco’s, breathing in the scent of his shampoo.

After a minute Draco groans, “you do realize you just outed us to the entire wizarding world in the middle of our office.”

Harry just chuckles, and Draco pushes him away with a glare, “It’s going to be all over the papers tomorrow you know. Robards is going to kill you.”

Harry just shrugs, “he won’t, and as for the papers, I don’t care.”

Draco had to mull that over for a moment, it was true that technically Harry wasn’t his boss, since Draco was only temporarily on loan to the Aurors from the department of Ministerial Efficiency And Transparency or MEAT for short, (because of course Hermione always had to come up with long and complicated names that summed up into bizarre acronyms). But he was still fairly certain that a Deputy Department Head and a regular clerk dating might be a bit frowned upon, especially if that Department Head was in charge of law enforcement and that clerk was a former criminal.

But Harry was just standing there smiling at him, and his eyes were so warm and filled with happiness that Draco decided to just give in. He grabbed the garment bag off the bed and set to changing his own attire.

Three hours later, he and Harry were sat at their highly sought after table in one of France’s most elegant restaurants, enjoying a nine course dinner of the most delicious dishes and a bottle of fine wine. They talked more that evening than they ever had before, the walls Draco had kept up around Harry finally coming down now that he knew where he stood. They returned to their room after to share another bottle of wine on the balcony, overlooking the glittering city and Eiffel Tower. Draco’s entire body was tingling with happiness and he shivered when Harry laced his fingers through his.

Harry mistaking the shiver for Draco being cold, pulled him inside their suite and ran them a bath in their large soaking tub. They cuddled and washed each other and kissed, long sensual kisses that were almost better than all the sex they’d shared in the past. When they were done, Harry wrapped Draco in a large fluffy towel, cast a wandless warming charm and scooped him up so he could carry him in his arms to their large bed.

Before Harry had even joined him on the bed, Draco was trembling in anticipation. He had never felt so loved or cherished as he did this night. Harry smiled at him, pulling one of Draco’s hands toward him and kissing each knuckle, he looked up again into his eyes and brushed a fringe of Draco’s hair back with his other hand. Then he slowly, without breaking eye contact opened Draco’s towel and pulled it away.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, slowly raking his eyes up and down Draco’s body.

Draco couldn’t help but close his legs and pull them closer to his body a bit. Sex between them had always been a bit frenzied, with clothes being ripped off or simply pushed aside, and the two of them racing toward orgasm.

This was different, Harry was still wearing his robe, crouched over Draco who was fully exposed to his hungry gaze. Harry placed his hands on Draco’s knees, stopping him from pulling them any closer to his body.

“Oh no baby,” he cooed, his voice husky and raw, “spread your legs for daddy. Let me see all of you.“

Draco shivered and whimpered, he couldn’t ever resist when Harry spoke to him like that. He relaxed his legs, and spread them wide, reveling in the delighted look that flashed through Harry’s eyes, the way he licked his lips and moaned.

“Put your hands above you head and grab onto the headboard,” Harry ordered, his voice was even rougher than before and Draco could see the red, leaking tip of his cock poking through the gap in his robe. His legs were trembling now. All he wanted was for Harry to bury himself inside him and fuck him into the mattress, but Harry seemed to have other plans.

He leaned down kissing Draco’s forehead, his eyelids, his cheeks, and finally his lips. He kissed him deeply, cupping Draco’s face with both his strong hands, until Draco began bucking on the bed, trying to get friction against Harry’s robe for his desperately leaking cock.

“Uh uh uh sweetheart,” Harry whispered amused, “I’m just getting started with you, and you’re not going to come until I say so.”

Draco let out a high-pitched whine that he would be mortified to remember tomorrow, but immediately stilled his hips as he was told.

Harry rewarded him with another warm smile, and then dipped in again to begin sucking on his neck. He worked his way down his shoulders, each arm, and each individual finger. Then he worked back up to his chest, pausing to suck and bite each nipple as Draco’s leaked copious amounts of precum on the bed and slowly became a whimpering mess.

By the time Harry finally reached his naval and began a path down, Draco was sure he has going to pass out from the lack of blood flow to his brain, so concentrated as it was inside his aching cock. He was desperate to reach down and give it just one little squeeze, anything to provide a little relief, but he kept his hands gripped to the headboard, knuckles turning white.

But then, just as Harry reached his cock he stopped, sitting up and grabbing one of Draco’s feet. He kissed the sole of Draco’s left foot and then the top, then the inside of his ankle, working his way back up. When he finally reached the inside of Draco’s groin he pulled away again, starting all over with the right foot while Draco cursed and moaned and felt tears pricking at his eyes.

When Harry reached the inside of his right groin he sat up fully and stepped away from the bed. Draco whined again, “Harry please,” he cried.

“I’m sorry what was that?“ Harry asked smiling and raising one eyebrow in a perfect copy of how Draco always did it to him. He stepped away from the bed then and returned a minute later with a bottle of lube.

Finally! Draco thought, as Harry climbed back onto the bed. "Pull up your knees darling,” Harry instructed, “and keep them spread nice and wide for me.”

Draco did as he was told and shut his eyes with relief, holding his breath and waiting for the feeling of cold lube to trickle onto him. But instead he felt a burning hot, soft, wet protrusion to his backside and opened his eyes in alarm. He looked down to see Harry’s face buried between his legs, his green eyes dancing wickedly, his mouth open wide around Draco’s hole, and his tongue thrusting deep inside him.

Draco had never been rimmed before and the sensations paired with Harry’s sexy face were too much for him. It wasn’t more than a minute or two before he felt his orgasm hit him like an explosion, his body convulsing on the bed, and his eyes blacking out for a moment. His cum shot all the way up onto his own face and he could taste himself on his tongue.

As he came to, he felt Harry running his hands up and down Draco’s sides, letting him calm down slowly. When Draco had finally caught his breath he realized Harry had pulled his arms down away from the headboard, and was gently massaging away the soreness from his hands and wrists that had been gripping the bed too tightly for so long.

Draco frowned, “you didn’t come,” he pouted.

“Oh I did,“ Harry smiled, “I brought myself off all over your beautiful face same as you, I couldn’t handle how sexy that little performance was.”

Draco flushed red and looked away, but Harry just pulled his face back towards him and kissed him lazily. "Don’t worry,” he chuckled, “I cleaned you up after.”

They held each other for a while, just caressing and kissing, half asleep, but not quite willing to doze off just yet, as they waited to get their second wind. Harry set an even slower pace this time, opening Draco up for him slowly, almost reverently. When he finally buried himself deep inside him, Draco nearly came again, but Harry placed a tight grip around the base of his cock and squeezed. Draco cried out then, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. Harry kissed them away and set a slow, teasing pace.

Draco wasn’t sure how long they’d been at it before he began to beg Harry to go faster, but Harry only sped up to a moderate pace, and everytime Draco got close, Harry would slow down just enough to bring him down again, until Draco was reduced to a trembling mess, digging his nails into Harry’s upper arms and begging him to just fuck him already.

“Ask daddy nicely baby and I’ll give it to you,” Harry breathed in his ear, slamming his hips forward forcefully once and then twice, before backing off again, “tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”

Draco moaned and thrashed, Harry’s words shooting a bolt of electricity all the way from his cock to his toes. He’d never admitted how much he liked Harry’s dirty talk, or actively participated in his daddy kink. But Harry knew, of course he knew, because Draco couldn’t hide how much he trembled and leaked when Harry said those words, how hard and fast he came.

“Come on baby,” Harry whispered, brushing back Draco’s hair and kissing his forehead, “I want to take care of you love, I want to make you come so hard. Tell me what you want, tell me who you need.”

Draco, embarrassed but determined, squeezed his eyes shut and whispered, barely audible, “please daddy,“.

“Say it again,” Harry growled, stilling his hips, and tightening his arms around Draco.

Draco, opened his eyes and was mesmerized by the sudden change in Harry’s demeanor. His eyes had darkened so much that only a hint of green could be seen around the rim, and he was panting, his arm muscles straining under the effort of holding himself still inside Draco.

Draco smiled, reveling in his new found power to unravel Harry, and slowly bit down on his bottom lip. Harry watched the movement, and his cock twitched. Draco squeezed himself down hard around it and Harry moaned. Draco took advantage of the moment to lean his head back, baring his throat and batting his eye lashes a bit.

“Please daddy,” he whimpered, pulling his knees up higher and spreading his legs as wide as he could, just the way he knew Harry liked, “please fuck me hard daddy, fuck me so hard I-“ but before he could finish that sentence Harry was slamming into him, rocking the heavy bed forward into the wall and driving Draco’s shoulders back into the mattress.

Harry lifted Draco’s arse off the bed, nearly bending him in half as he set a punishing rhythm that hit Draco’s prostate on every stroke. Draco could barely breathe in this position and it thrilled him. Harry had both hands on his shoulders pinning him down onto the bed with all his weight and was pounding him into oblivion. Draco could feel his orgasm coming on fast and as he tipped over the edge he heard Harry cry out and spasm, fluid gushing out deep inside him and spilling out down his backside. Draco was once again coated in his own fluids, his arse clamped down so hard with the force of his climax that Harry couldn’t even pull out.

It took them even longer the second time to come back down, and for Draco to relax enough for Harry to pull free. He cleaned them up with a wandless spell, and for once Draco was too tired to call him a show-off for doing so.

It was a little while later, when they were all curled up, Draco on his left side with his back pressed into Harry’s chest, that he reached down to twine his fingers through the hand wrapped securely around his middle. He listened to the slow even breathing of the man behind him, and when he was absolutely sure he was asleep he whispered, "I love you too Harry.”

He didn’t see the brilliant smile that lit up the room behind him, but he felt the squeeze on his hand and the contented sigh against his back. He was terrified for a moment, but then Harry pulled him even closer and kissed his neck again. He smiled a little himself after that.

Gift fic for: @mothermalfoy

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BNHA fanfiction


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The first chapter takes place during the USJ attack during season 1.



The first chapter takes place during the USJ attack during season 1.



(You see todoroki walking through the landslide area before he reaches a area that has melted ice. There is a very young girl standing in the middle she has long red hair. Todoroki walks up to her while freezing the ground.there is a small area around her where there is no ice. A red aura grabs todoroki’s wrist and throws him back.the mysterious girl turns around.)


????:don’t tell me I am gonna have to help you to?


(The thugs look helpless and try to nod there heads)


????:I told him not to invite rookies


Thug 1:be careful that kid is a monster


????:hmm well this should be fun


(A giant blast of ice comes firing at her and she surrounds her body with the red aura and it turns blue things making the ice melt)


????:hmm what was that thing you said earlier


(Todoroki fires more ice at her melting it)


????:your a teenager dammit act like it


*deku/other student scenes*


(The scene returns to todoroki and the mysterious girl todoroki is hiding .)


Thug: hey kid let us out so we don’t die in here


????:don’t worry I will… eventually


Todoroki (thinking):if I use my Ice she will just melt it unless I get her by surprise.


(Todoroki waits before running up to her . The blue aura goes to the side he is running at. He uses his right hand and grabs her wrist slightly burning it before he uses the ice and in casing her in a taint ice trap. The blue aura isn’t melting it but you can see the girl trying to break out before giving up and passing out todoroki melt the ice and in cases her in a thinner layer before running to the center of the USJ)


Well this is kinda short but this would be between game over and encounter with the unknown. I am gonna have a Q/A for this oc story. You can ask questions to any characters that aren’t out of commission. This story is also on Wattpad so I may post a link later. If you don’t like BNHA you don’t have to read. I also need a title so recommendations are appreciated!


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  • pairing: eddie kaspbrak/richie tozier
  • word count: 5838
  • rating: M

Eddie wasn’t the biggest fan of Valentine’s Day, nor did he see himself as a romantic. But Richie, the stupid love of his stupid life, was sentimental as fuck and excessive beyond belief. And Eddie could manage to celebrate the dumbest holiday for Richie.

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by Anonymous

Right after becoming a Keyblade master, Riku has another Sora-related problem to solve.

Words: 3360, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English



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by Anonymous

Insert Yuuri Katsuki. He had dreams and aspirations, so what happened? Where did it go wrong? When did it all crumble and can his friends catch him before it’s too late?

Words: 1153, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English



source http://archiveofourown.org/works/22763950
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I finally managed to update this story after soooo long away from it. AU based on the Hitchcock film To Catch A Thief. Peter is Cary Grant! Tony is Grace Kelly! Phil Coulson is Everybody’s Mother! Nick Fury is Inexplicably French!

The steady hiss and beep of medical equipment turns oddly meditative after the first few hours, Peter finds. Unfortunately, the way the old man looks in his hospital bed eliminates any soothing effect the noises might have.

He looks smaller than Peter has ever dreamed he could – skin thin and bruised, bones fragile and broken. He’s got a tube down his throat, a dozen wires hooked into his grayish skin, and thick bandages covering the top of his head. He looked better when they were dragging him on a stretcher through a muddy French battlefield with a jagged piece of shrapnel buried three inches into the meat of his leg.

Even then, he was gripping the glowing stub of a cigar between his teeth and ordering the lot of them about like he wasn’t on the very doorstep of death.

This time, Adrian Toomes really should be dead. He was shot and then fell from a cliff onto jagged rocks. But somehow this stubborn bastard is still clinging to life. It’s a miracle, or some deal he made with the devil. Peter doesn’t care which. He focuses on watching the tube force his chest up and down. There’s a little hitch in the machine every four or five cycles, a delay in the mechanical shush of air, that makes Peter’s heart jump every time it occurs.  

“Don’t die on me old man,” he whispers, reaching out to take a cold, limp hand in his own. “Don’t you dare.”

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AN: Hello Hello Hello! Heres something me and @luvmetodoroki wrote together for our lovely Iida! Hope you enjoy lovelies ✿

Warnings: None

Y/C/N means your chat name ✿


Today was the amazing, one and only, class president of 2A, Tenya Iida’s birthday. However, with him being so busy with finals, being class president, and hero work, he forgot. That’s right. He forgot. However you, his lovely girlfriend, had it covered.

“Hey Tenya!” You said, giving him your biggest grin.

“Hey, babe.” Tenya says, not looking up from his assignment. He scribbled something down on the paper before tilting his head up to look at you.

You had a plan for today- you’d already spoken to his homeroom teacher, Aizawa, and organized a birthday party in the dorms with everyone. All you had to do was keep him busy- and this you intended to do.

“So… I was thinking… we should hang out for a little while- like, off campus.” Very subtle, you think to yourself. He purses his lips.

“Well, I’m quite busy…” He said,

“C’mon, Tenya. It’ll be fun. Just some one on one time.” You reply, grabbing his hand. “We can go wherever you want.”

He blinks, nodding slowly. “I suppose I could make time for it. Anything for you.”

You smile. Stage one of the plan completed.

——

In the end, you guys decided to go to the mall. As you walked around, you had discussions about all sorts of things- it seemed like it was helping Tenya feel better, so it worked for you.

“Let’s stop at the food court,” You said, aiming his attention towards an ice cream shop with the point of a finger. He smiles and nods, and you both take your place in line.

He fumbled with his wallet. “What do you want to get, Y/N?” He says. You shook your head with a smile on your face, closing his wallet for him while he stared at you with confusion.

“Tenya, I’m buying today.” You said, pushing his wallet back towards his pocket reassuringly.

“Hm,” He says, nodding slowly, still extremely confused. “Okay then. You’re being extra sweet today. Is there a reason?”

You give him a huge smile. “No reason at all, except that I want you to know how much I care and love you.”

He blushes up to his ears, and you laugh.

Stage two complete.

——

Back at the dorms, chaos ensued. Everyone was gathered in the common room, looking up at the ceiling where Uraraka had floated herself to be taller than all of them.

“Listen up people!” She screams, and some of their classmate’s eyes fill with pure fear. “Tenya and Y/N will be back soon! We need to buckle down and get this finished. I’m going to run through my checklist and make sure we have everything. Bakugou, Kirishima- Streamers.”

“Obviously, Round Face. How could we forget?”

“Good. Momo, Jirou- Drinks, orange juice required.” She barks, reading off the next line.

“Yes Uraraka, we got the orange juice.”

“Thank you. Kaminari, the cake”

Silence.

Kaminari, you remembered the cake correct?” She asks, panic filling her voice.

“Uh…” The blonde says, gritting his teeth and looking at Sero for encouragement. Sero’s jaw drops and his eyes widen in response.

“I knew giving you cake duty was a mistake, goddamnit. How could you even forget?” Uraraka says, exasperated, rubbing her temples. “This puts a dent in our plans. Deku-”

“Yes Ochako.”

“Call Sensei, have him arrange a ride for Kaminari to pick up the cake THAT HE FORGOT- anyway.” She says, glaring at Kaminari.

“Of course.”

She continued down the list, now filled with worry that the party was ruined. At least she and the Deku Squad had picked out an awesome gift for him, a few months before…

——

“Okay. We need something he’ll totally adore, Kero.” Tsu says, picking up a golden watch from the jewelry aisle and examining it with careful eyes.

“True, but Iida doesn’t really wear jewelry a whole lot,” Ochaco added, looking around at the other jewelry in the section with her lips pursed.

“Yeah, you have a point Ochaco. But what should we get him?” Midoriya questioned. He was unsure of what exactly she had planned.

“I don’t know yet.” Ochaco added, “Let’s keep walking and maybe see if anything speaks to us.”

They continued to walk through the mall, eyes peeled for something their resident glasses boy would love. As they passed through the middle of the shopping center, a small kiosk caught Ochaco’s eye.

“Hey guys,” She said, tapping on Midoriya’s arm and pointing at the kiosk.

“It’s beautiful.” Todoroki said with a small smile, straightening his glasses. (glasses of which he only wears on occasion, when the blurry vision in his left eye gets to be too much to handle,)

“We know what we’re getting then, kero.” Tsu said, and they all muttered in agreement.

XXX

Hand in hand, you head back to the Class A dorms. There’s sweat beading down both of your necks from the hot weather, but neither of you mind; the fun you guys had at the mall makes it well worth it.

Ding!

Your phone goes off and you look up at Tenya. He smiles and lets go of your hand so you can check the text. You’re thankful he didn’t read it, because it was Midoriya:

MidoriyaIzuwu: PLEASE COME BACK SOON

MidoriyaIzuwu: URARAKA’S GONE MAD- EVERYONE IS SCARED TO DEATH

MidoriyaIzuwu: jk take your time with tenya and have fun :D

You smile at Tenya and say, “Give me one second babe. Midoriya’s just wondering where we are.” He nods, and stares over at the sunset in the distance. You look down at your phone, replying:

Y/C/N: Thanks Midoriya. Headed back now :)

You silence your phone and tuck it into your pocket. You rest your hand back in Tenya’s, adoring the feel of your small hand in his.

“So… did you have fun babe?” You ask, looking up at him with a smile.

“So much fun. I really appreciate you taking me out tonight.” Tenya replies, grinning at you.

“Of course!” You reply, and following this statement comes a nice, comfortable silence.

When you two are near the dorms- about 100 feet away- he turns to you. “I know I already said this, Y/N, but I really want to thank you. I love you so much.”

You blush, and raise your arms to his neck. “I love you too.”

He closes the gap between you two, his soft lips meeting yours in a flurry of ecstatic energy. You deepen the kiss, smiling against his lips and rubbing his shoulder softly with your hand.

When you pull away, both of you are breathless.

“Let’s go inside.” Tenya says quickly, the blush just now reaching his cheeks.

“Okay.” You agree, your cheeks heated as well. You walk him to the door, holding your breath. As you open the door, he smiles and walks into the dark common room. He looks around blindly before flipping the switch and-

SURPRISE, IIDA! His cheeks heat even more when all of his classmates jump out at him, huge smiles occupying their faces.

He turns to you, beet red. “Y/N, What is this?”

“Happy birthday babe!” You say, smiling and throwing your arms around him. He pats your back, still looking around the room in amazement. You pull away as Uraraka runs up to him.

“Surprise, Tenya! Are you shocked?” She says, laughing at the deep blush staining his cheeks.

“Very, Ochaco. Very.” Tenya says, rubbing his neck. She grabs his arm.

“Come open your gift from the Dekusquad, Tenya! You’re gonna love it!” She pulls him away as he looks at you. You smile and follow, standing a few steps behind them.

Uraraka hands him an oddly shaped present- it looked like a mess of wrapping paper around a rock (it wasn’t, of course). He looks down at it before cautiously ripping the wrapping paper off to reveal a trophy engraved with the small words:

World’s Best Class Prez

“Aw… thank you so much, Ochaco.” Tenya says, smiling and pulling her tiny frame into his body affectionately.

“Of course, Tenya! Happy birthday!”

XXX

After merely hours of partying, you pull Tenya away from the group.

“Babe? What’s wrong?” Tenya asks, instantly worried. The moon shone directly on the front porch at which you had pulled him outside to, casting a marvelous beam of moonlight on one half of Tenya’s face. The light and the breeze gently blowing his hair made him ten times more gorgeous than he already was.

“Nothing.” You slip your hand into his, smiling. “I just wanted to give you your gift in privacy.”

He smirks.

“No, Tenya! Not like that, you dirty, dirty bastard!” You screech, followed by a mutual laughing fit. “I meant my present for you- I wanted you to open it where everyone wasn’t watching.”

“Sure thing, Y/N.” Tenya says, still chuckling. He watches you pull the small box out of your pocket, and holds out his hand to take it. You place it in his palm and watch as he slowly opens the gift.

Inside is a small pendant- two rings with each of their initials imprinted on them on a necklace together. The rings were hooked together, and when Tenya really gets a good look at the present his eyes brim with tears.

He runs his fingers over your initials, his hand soft and gentle. He turns to you and grabs your waist, pulling you in. He kisses you like the very first time- blissful and full of excitement and love.

When you part, he chokes out through the slow tears cascading down his cheeks, “Thank you, Y/N. I love you, babe.”

You smile.

“I love you too Tenya. Happy birthday.”

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“Stop it! Please!” The caretaker lunges forward. “I’ll do anything you want! Please don’t hurt them!”

The whumper smiles, leaning forward to caress the caretaker’s face. “Oh darling, I’m not going to hurt them.” They press something cold and hard into the caretaker’s open palm. “You are.”

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❤️ sss for the next chapter? 🙏🏻🙏🏻

Peeta stood in the hallway with nervous hands tucked into the pockets of his dress pants. His normally unruly curls were slicked back and he wore a pressed dress shirt tucked into a nice pair of pants and matching tie.

I whistled lowly, walking closer with an extended hand out towards him in greeting.

“Hello, I’m Katniss Everdeen.”

His thick eyebrows pinched in confusion and he laughed, shaking my hand.

“And you are…?”

“Peeta Mellark.”

“How funny. My boyfriend’s name is Peeta.”

“What are the odds?” he teased, bending down to meet my kiss as I pressed up on my toes. I smiled against his lips, running a hand down the length of his arm admiringly.

“You look good,” I whispered.

“You look better.”

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