[fanfiction] Assorted Multi-fandom Ficlets.

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I accidentally a lot of fic. Like, 9097 words of drabbles and other assorted ficlets originally posted under the i accidentally a fic tag on my tumblr.


Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
It’s always in the back of Louis’ mind: he’ll leave me.

There’s never been a time when he hasn’t thought that, hasn’t known that Harry will grow tired of hiding and secret kisses backstage. Maybe it fatalistic, maybe it’s putting a timer on a relationship that doesn’t have one, but it’s what Louis thinks.

He leaves marks on Harry’s skin where no one else can see, holds on too tight when they fuck, but he’ll let go when it happens for real. He will. That’s what he tells himself when their fingers twist together anyway.

It’s not something he believes.

OT5
“Right,” Zayn shakes his head, “This is definitely not going to work without some coordination. Hazza, lie down.”

There’s a moment where Harry looks like he’s going to argue, but Zayn shoves at his shoulder until he goes down, grumbling.

“So Louis is going to fuck you, and then Liam’s going to fuck him while you fuck Niall, and then Niall’s going to fuck me. At some point, everyone will get off and nobody will get elbowed in the kidneys. Good?”

Everyone murmurs in agreement and then Zayn tosses the lube to Louis.

“What are you waiting? Get to it.”


Harry Styles/George Shelley
the asexual snippet thing
When they’re set to go home, Harry presses a kiss to George’s nose. George laughs pulling Harry close and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Louis honestly doesn’t understand how they can be so playful when they spent most of the night grinding against each other to heavy bass, but well. They are.

“Text me,” Harry says when George’s pulled away, “yeah?”
“Of course,” George smiles, “I had a lovely time tonight.”
“Me too.”

With a wave, George bounds off to the cars that’s waiting for him. Harry waves back, and then he catches the way Louis is staring at him.

“What’re you staring at?”
“Why,” Louis manages, “are you not fucking that boy through a wall?”

Once Harry’s taken a deep breath and slowly exhaled, he gives Louis the look that Louis generally translates as “I can only explain the word asexual to you so many times before I punch you in the face.” It’s not exactly that Louis doesn’t understand, it’s just that Harry’s so Harry and sometimes the Harry in Louis’ head and the Harry in real life have philosophical disagreements.

“Bit narccy,” Harry says, “Besides, he’s more like me than I thought originally.”

Harry winks, walking over to the car they’d driven in. Louis can’t do anything for a moment, frozen in place.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

D/s au
george is sleeping in his cage when Harry comes home, and the sound of the front door tugs him out of sleep. When Harry comes into the bedroom and crouches down, fingers running through george’s hair and ruffling it, george is mostly awake. he presses into Harry’s touch on instinct, and Harry smiles.

“Hello, pet. Have you eaten yet today?”

It takes a moment for george to answer, absorbed in Harry’s touch, but then he carefully shakes his head no. Harry frowns.

“Oh, pet. You know you’re meant to eat when I’m away. You’ll need to be punished for this.”


Harry Styles/Nick Grimshaw
regular
“Pleasepleaseplease.”

Harry’s got a breathless chant going, fingers dancing along Nick’s waistband and eyes wide. It’s terrible, because Nick can’t deny Harry anything when he looks like this, when he wants so much and so prettily. He tries, though, trading one vice for another with a hand wrapped around the back of Harry’s head to pull him close enough to kiss.

It’s just a stalling tactic. Harry still ends up on his knees, eyes shut and tongue dragging along Nick while his fingers hold Nick back, and Nick can’t even pretend like this wasn’t always meant to be the outcome.

genderswap
It takes Harri five minutes to decide that she wants to be under Nicky’s skirts, and it takes five months before she works up the nerve to ask Nicky about it. The papers portray her as having all the boys wrapped around her finger when it’s really not that at all. She can get random people in clubs to have sex with her, sure, but that’s not the same as asking someone she’s friends with if mutual orgasms might be a possibility.

Harri probably shouldn’t have worried, though, because Nicky’s more than willing to let Harri go down on her and she tastes better than Harri could have ever imagined.

She’s not afraid of pulling, of tugging until Harri goes where she wants, and it’s so perfect that Harri has to slip a hand between her legs to bring herself off too. Nicky catches the way she whimpers when Nicky pulls her hair, tugging hard when she shakes apart.

When they’ve both recovered, Nicky spreads Harri out and coaxes another orgasm out of her. It’s the best thing that’s happened to Harri in a long time, and she thinks it’s worth it - even if it fucks up their friendship.

Louis Tomlinson/Nick Grimshaw
Louis bites down on Nick’s shoulder, because he can and because it makes Nick swear, and almost breaks skin. He doesn’t taste blood, which is good because Nick would probably kill him if that happened, but it’s the most satisfying thing Louis has done in a long while.

“You little shit.”
“I told you I’m a biter.”

Nick makes a disgusted noise, fingers tightening on Louis’ hips and pressing in rougher, faster. It’s just past good for Louis, but that’s not the point. The point is feeling, is knowing that you’re real.

If they wanted gentle, they’d go to Harry.

Niall Horan/Nick Grimshaw
1
Nick thinks he could get used to this, Niall staddling him and sinking down before riding Nick hard and fast. He thinks he could get used to the way Niall holds him down, knows what he wants and takes it if Nick’s willing to give.

(He’s always willing to give.)

There are things Nick has already gotten used to, is the thing. He’s gotten used to the way Niall steals the blankets and the way Niall kisses and the way Niall is always, always smiling. He’s gotten used to Niall, is the thing, and Nick doesn’t much mind at all.

2
Niall sits prenaturally still with his head bowed while he waits for Nick to finish with his shower. Hearing the water shut off, Niall shifts to tuck his legs under him. It’s not a position he can hold for very long because it cuts off circulation in his legs, but Nick tells him he looks beautiful in it. There’s soft footsteps, but Niall doesn’t look up - not even when Nick’s feet come into his field of vision.

“Safeword?”
“Nando’s.”
“Look up.”

Flicking his gaze upward, Niall feels something in him uncurl when he sees the glint in Nick’s eyes.

Harry Styles/Nick Grimshaw/Zayn Malik
radio intern au
The second Zayn gets in the door, Harry is already pressing up against him and kissing him like that’s the answer to every question Harry’s asked before. Nick laughs, sitting on the arm of the ratty couch they picked out on their very first date.

“I tried to stop him,” Nick smiles, “but he’s as impatient as ever.”
“You missed him too,” Harry says, just a little breathless, “You’re just trying to look cool because you’re older.”

Nick, to his credit, doesn’t actually deny that. He just saunters over, bumping Harry away from Zayn to give him a proper hello.

art school au
Harry leans against the doorway to Nick’s office, lips quirked upward, and Nick pointedly ignores him. He has work to do and the walls are thin and he is definitely not having sex with Harry on campus.

The problem with Harry, though, is that he’s nearly incapable of understanding proper boundaries. He wanders over to Nick’s desk, shutting the door and locking it behind him before perching on the corner where Nick generally sets his coffee. Nick continues ignoring him until Harry speaks.

“Hi,” Harry says, Chesire-smooth, “Professor Grimshaw.”
“Shouldn’t you be bothering Zayn?”
Harry grins, “Oh, I already did.”

Matt Fincham/Zayn Malik
regular
Zayn meets Matt because Harry drags him to a party Nick invited him to and Harry’s a coward who didn’t want to show up on his own even though he doesn’t have eyes for anyone but Nick once he spots him.

Matt slides into the space next to Zayn about twenty minutes in, and he’s unfamiliar but Zayn sees the way he’s watching Nick and Harry with an expression somewhere between disgust and fondness.

Getting fucked in a dingy bathroom is not precisely on Zayn’s mind when he strikes up a conversation, but he’s not complaining.

radio intern au au
Zayn’s on his knees, fingers pressing into Matt’s hips and holding him against the wall. It’s possible that they shouldn’t be doing this and possible that Matt’s dreaming because people who produce The Breakfast Show don’t get blowjobs in the bathroom from pop stars who are supposed to be on-air in fifteen or maybe ten minutes.

Matt knows that Harry and Nick (insufferable duo that they are) are never going to let him live this down, but Zayn’s mouth is all heat and fuck.

What’s he supposed to do?


Matt Fincham/Nick Grimshaw
1
Nick starts doing it to be a brat, starts doing it because he can see the way it makes Matt’s shoulders tighten just the slightest bit every time. Matt glares at him and Nick knows that’s the mere hint of what’s coming later. He racks up insubordination like it’s going out of style to try and makke Matt react, make him say something on-air.

Matt’s too professional for that, though. It doesn’t stop him from making sure Nick is punished for his behavior later, in the tiny world of their bedroom, which is really what Nick wants. Matt never disappoints.

2
“One of these days,” Matt sighs, fingers running aimlessly down Nick’s chest, “I’m just going to gag you so you can’t say anything at all. I feel like it’d be a definite improvement over your constant mouthing off.”
“You like when I mouth off,” Nick says, smirking just slightly, “Don’t pretend otherwise, Finchy.”

The slap is unexpected, the area where Matt’s hand connects with Nick’s face smarting, and Nick very wisely shuts up instead of saying anything more. He breathes slowly (in and out, in and out), and tries not let how much he likes it show. Matt knows anyway.


Joe Jonas/Nick Grimshaw
Maybe it’s because his name is Nick too, or maybe it’s because Grimshaw’s fucking hot and he smiles like he sees the way Joe looks at Nick like he hung the fucking moon. It doesn’t matter, because Joe ends up pressed against the wall anyway, Grimshaw taking him down and Joe scrambling to not bury his fingers in Nick’s hair because you’ll mess it up and you’re not that cute, popstar. His fingers flex uselessly against the wall; he can tell Grimshaw would be smirking if he could.

He comes and the name he says is right, but not correct.

Harry Styles/Nick Jonas
Harry presses Nick into a bathroom at the Teen Choice Awards, and Nick hasn’t done this since Miley or maybe Mitchell what feels like too many years ago. He tried to give token protest then, tried to remember that the ring on his finger meant something, but now he doesn’t. Now he lets Harry twist in him into place, sink to the floor, and take him in.

He tries not to think about what he can’t have, tries to focus in on the moment, but Nick’s never been as good at that as Joe. He remembers the right name, though.

Nick Grimshaw/Harry Styles
Nick’s fingers are twisted in Harry’s hair, pulling him further onto his cock and watching the way his eyes flutter shut. It’s something Nick loves about Harry, how responsive he is when they do this, and it makes his mouth run for some reason.

“Did he do this to you too? Did he root his fingers in your hair like this, pull you down and make you choke?”
Harry swallows around Nick, making him curse, and he’s palming the front of his jeans a little frantically.
“God,” Nick chokes out, “You really love this, don’t you? You’re fucking desperate for it, you can’t even stop touching yourself.”

Maybe Harry comes first or maybe it’s Nick, but it doesn’t much matter either way.


Pentatonix OT5
gangbang
It’s not Kirstie, and that’s the important thing no one ever forgets: it’s not Kirstie and Kirstie will kick your fucking ass if you get it wrong. No, the focus is Avi, who wants too much and has never found anyone willing to give him what he needs, to use him until he’s wiped out and doesn’t have to worry about anything anymore.

They take turns: first Mitch, then Kevin, then Scott, and then Kirstie last of all, holding him down and riding him until he’s shaking and breaking down, ready to be rebuilt anew by these people that love him so much.

mornings
“Nooooo,” Kirstie whines, tucking herself back into Avi’s side, “go away, Scott, it’s too early for singing.”

She squeals when Kevin picks her up anyway, flailing and trying to twist away as Kevin drags her out to the studio while Mitch and Scott try to get Avi out of bed.

“Sorry, princess,” Kevin says, ruffling her hair, “You gotta sing for your supper some time.”

Avi stumbles into the room followed by Mitch and Scott after a minute, and then Kevin returns with a bowl of cereal for Avi and a protein shake for Kirstie. They eat in silence while Scott and Mitch talk about the arrangement, still trying to work out one spot they’ve been stuck on, and then they’re actually ready to start singing.

Everything falls into place, even when Mitch is slightly too high and Kevin’s making things up as he goes along, and Kirstie wouldn’t trade it for anything.


Fun Ghoul/Graverobber
Graverobber fits the cartridge into the z-gun and smiles at Frank, all teeth and cat that got the cream.

“This is some quality Z, honey,” Graverobber says, voice smooth and unconcerned, “how are you ever going to pay for it?”

Frank drops to his knees, fingers already working at Graverobber’s belt, and Graverobber laughs.

Korse/Party Poison
Stockholmverse
Korse runs the fingers of his left hand through Gerard’s hair, slack for the leash Gerard is wearing wrapped around his right, and smiles at him.

“You’re so good,” Korse murmurs, “You’re not going to leave again, are you?”
“No,” Gerard says, and means it.

Swiftverse
Party Poison walks up and sits on the bench next to Korse, who immediately shuts his notebook and curls his fingers around it tightly.

“Hey,” Party Poison smiles, and Korse feels like he’s going to puke or die, “I haven’t seen you around lately.”

Korse is about to say something to that, but then Fun Ghoul drives up, glaring at Korse, and the moment is lost.


coffeeshop au
Kevin stumbles into the coffeeshop, exhausted and in need of caffeine. It’s early enough that there’s no one around except for a guy wiping down the counter. He looks up when Kevin gets closer, and Kevin forgets how to use words. Because the guy’s hot.

“Hey,” the guy says, “what can I get you?”
“Caffeine,” Kevin says uselessly.
“Okay,” the guy laughs, “One surprise latte for . . .?”
“Kevin. My name is Kevin.”
“One surprise latte for Kevin, coming right up.”

The guy (his nametag says Mike) winks, and when he hands Kevin his latte, it has a phone number on it.

Doctor Who au
Mike presses Kevin up against the control panel, careful not to throw any switches or press any buttons in the process. Kevin gasps, still surprised by the way Mike sometimes just presses him against some surface in the Tardis and kisses him like it’s his right.

Like he belongs there.

It’s not like Kevin is complaining, though - especially not when Mike sinks down, finger already fumbling with the closure on Kevin’s trousers.


Andrew Garfield/Emma Stone
random bdsm porn
Andrew twists against the leather of the cuffs, straining to try and touch Emma,who smiles and pushes him down. He goes, because it’s what Emma wants and he’s not going to be able to touch her anyway. The cuffs keep him close to the bed, linked around the headboard, and Andrew loves them even as he hates them. Emma runs her hands down Andrew’s chest before shifts to straddle him, sinking down in one smooth motion.

She rides him, and Andrew strains at the cuffs keeping him down. He wants to touch, to feel her skin, and he can’t.

cunnilingus
Emma’s never known anyone who likes going down on girls as much as Andrew does.

He’s overwhelming and thorough and Emma suspects his tongue might be magic. It’s not just that he’s good at giving head, but that he’s enthusiastic about it too: Andrew will bury his face between her legs and come back up for air, face shining and wet, before going back for more and making Emma twist and moan until she’s only got tiny, hiccuping breaths left in her.

superhero au
Emma hisses as Rob runs his hands over her torso, hands glowing green. She can feel her ribs knitting back into place, and it’s never pleasant when that happens. She’d rather it didn’t happen at all, but it’s a constant issue with her lighter bones and occasionally getting thrown into the Statue of Liberty.

“You all right, love?”

Andrew looks concerned, and Emma grabs his hand, lacing their fingers together. She’d try to smile, but Rob’s not done yet and it’d come out a grimace.

“Nothing I can’t handle.”

Something in Andrew loosens and he squeezes Emma’s hand.

“I’m glad.”


Atma/gyoza, dipping sauce
Atma runs her fingers across the gyoza, perfectly lined up, and selects one from the end of the row. Picking it up delicately, Atma holds it over the small bowl of murky brown sauce.

“You’re gonna be so good covered in this,” Atma whispers.

Careful not to spill or get any on her fingers, Atma dips the perfectly-shaped gyoza into the sauce before lifting to to her mouth to masticate. The salty-sweetness of the sauces mingles with the juicy vegetable filling, tasting better than anything Atma’s had in weeks. It’s exactly what she’s been missing.

“Fuck,” she sighs, “that’s good.”

Lucy/Reili
“I hate you,” Reili says, emphatic and a tinge annoyed.
Lucy smiles, all teeth, “That’s not what you were saying last night.”
“Last night,” Reili huffs, wrinkling her nose, “was before you made me beta 15k of Stymshaw and I had all these fucking feels. Now I hate you.”

It’s kind of precious how Reili puffs up like it’ll make her words more believable, but Lucy doesn’t tell her that, because it always ends in shrieking and sad eyes. Instead, Lucy tugs Reili close and kisses her. Reili still shrieks, but Lucy likes to think it’s more productive this way.

Craze/William Beckett
It starts because she’s at one of his gigs and Mike elbows him.

“She looks like you. You should go talk to her.”
“I’m not that narcissistic,” William says.

He ends up talking to her anyway, because he actually is that narcissistic and because it’s a small gig so there’s not a huge amount of people anyway. She seems slightly surprised when he approaches her, and it seems a little like she wants to fun away for a while, but she eases into the conversation after a while. Her name is Craze.

They exchange numbers, and everything goes from there.

Atma/Mio (Strike Witches)
Looking down at the sleeping for in her bed, Atma bends down to press a kiss to Mio’s eye patch. It wakes Mio up, and she yawns before smiling widely at Atma.

“Good morning,” Mio says, “or good night, depending on how you view it.”


Sam Tsui/Kurt Hugo Schneider
Sam’s fingers are twisted in Kurt’s hair, and he sings out as Kurt’s fingers wrap around him, sliding across spit-slick skin. It’s messy, wet, and exactly what Sam wants. They’ve worked this out, finally figured what Kurt’s exact boundaries are, and Sam doesn’t worry when his fingers tug too tightly, because it just makes Kurt’s eyes flutter shut.

Gabe Saporta/William Beckett
The world is falling down, bass pumping through the city as it crumbles, and William’s pressed against the wall of a building.

“Gonna fuck me because the world is ending?”
“No,” Gabe laughs, “I’m gonna fuck you because I feel like it.”

It’s not that different from any of the other times they’ve done this, fast and with the risk of being caught at any moment, but maybe the world ending gives it a different feel. Maybe they hold tighter, maybe William actually means the things he says.

Or maybe it’s the same and the world ending is only the excuse.

Zac Efron/Kevin Jonas
Zac tangles his fingers together with Kevin’s, pressing his hands to the mattress and kissing him. It’s the kind of slow and filthy that Kevin thinks he shouldn’t want because it’s the promise of something sinful, but he never stops Zac.

Maybe it’s a late teenage rebellion or maybe it’s because Zac makes something in Kevin twist and flip until he’s nearly sobbing under Zac. Kevin doesn’t know, and Kevin doesn’t exactly care.

He only cares about the way Zac feels against him and the way Zac smiles at him afterward, sweet and not even a little like the devilish being that’s dragging Kevin down to hell.

Kevin isn’t scared of that, not anymore. He’ll go to hell if that’s where Zac is, because there’s absolutely nowhere he’d rather be.


Reid/Morgan, movie star au
Reid doesn’t ever intend to be famous. It mostly starts because Lila freaks out about an audition and begs him to come with her, and Reid’s a sucker for Lila even though they’re not dating anymore. They’re good friends, and Lila puts up with his quirks and insecurities which isn’t something Reid can say about too many people.

The point is that he goes with Lila to her audition for Moral Support, and the casting director takes one look at him and casts him on the spot for a role they’ve been unable to cast. He tries to politely decline, but Lila tells him that he should go for it and well. Reid is, as previously mentioned, a sucker for Lila.

Lila gets the part too, and then they’re on set for this TV show and Reid’s being introduced to his castmates. He’s spent so long surrounded by Lila’s famous friends that it’s not a big deal to him. When he’s introduced to the main lead, though, Reid’s tongue gets a little tied up in knots.

It’s not his fault that Derek Morgan is so hot. Lila laughs at him later, but really. Derek Morgan is a god among men.

Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid
Hotch touches Reid shoulder, and Reid turns automatically. There’s a moment where they just look at each other, assessing, and then Hotch speaks.

“Are you alright?”

Reid opens his mouth, probably about to launch into a long explanation of how he is or isn’t okay and his current state of being, but then he pauses and frowns. The silence stretches a little.

“Yes,” Reid says finally, “I’m all right. Or I will be, which is the best you can hope for.”
“Tell you mother I said hi,” Hotch says, trying for a smile.
“I definitely will, she’ll absolutely love that.”


Hiyoko /Shuu
Hiyoko’s naked and strapped to the table, Doctor Iwamine looming over her, and she twists against the restraints-not to get free, but to feel them bite into her skin-while he laughs.

“Oh, Hiyoko,” he says, running the blade lightly between her breasts, “You know you won’t be able to escape.”

If she could talk past the tape Doctor Iwamine’s placed over her mouth, Hiyoko would tell him there’s nowhere she’d rather be-from the way he’s laughing, though, Hiyoko suspects he knows.

Hiyoko/Sakuya
Sakuya’s freaking out about his concert, has been freaking out about his concert for the better part of a week. Hiyoko thought it was kind of cute at first, but now it’s grating on her nerves. His concert will be fine, as long as he stops worrying himself sick. Touching a hand to the back of his neck, Hiyoko quiets him down.

“Sakuya,” she says gently, “do you need me to take your mind off the concert?”

She waits for the answer, giving him a chance to tell her that he doesn’t feel like playing right now. He doesn’t.

“Yes.”


Kelsi/Taylor
Kelsi rests one hand on Taylor’s shoulder, tangling the fingers of her other hand with Taylor’s. It still hasn’t sunk in that she’s allowed to do that, that she can now say my wife instead of my girlfriend. It hasn’t sunk in that they’re married now and they’re about to have their first dance together.

If Kelsi’s being really, truly honest? It still hasn’t sunk in yet that Taylor’s chosen her full stop. She has waves of insecurity, and maybe they show on her face, because Taylor touches their foreheads together.

“Don’t worry,” Taylor says, “I’m not going anywhere now.”

Chad/Ryan
Chad twists against the sheets, sobbing and trying not to buck up into the wet heat of Ryan’s mouth. He’d done it once, and Ryan had pulled away, walked away to settle into the nearby armchair to read a book while Chad stayed tied to the bed, and Chad’s learned his lesson.

He stays where Ryan wants him, even when Ryan slips in a third finger and swallows around Chad, making him cry out loudly. Sobbing, Chad comes and Ryanmilks him gently before crawling up. He kisses Chad, passing the taste, and Chad takes it without question. Ryan smiles, proud.

Troy/Gabriella
Gabriella’s ticklish everywhere, which Troy usually finds adorable but occasionally finds problematic. It’s not that he minds her hiccuping gasps or the way she twists underneath him, because Troy likes those things (really likes those things).

It’s that occasionally when she flails, she kicks him somewhere where it hurts and the entire mood is ruined. So the third (or maybe the fifth) time Troy gets injured in the line of cunnilingus, he sighs and flops back.

“Come here,” he says, “Let’s try this a different way.”
Gabriella’s skeptical, but Troy’s pretty sure she’s not after she shakes apart atop him.


Clint/Natasha/Phil
After the fight, after everything, Clint and Natasha go to find Phil so they can ask about Budapest. Phil knows the answers to all of the questions like this, questions about memories and what really happened, because he’s the one who wrote it all up.

It hit them then, though. Phil can’t answer their question because. Because Phil’s not around anymore. Neither one believes that he’s truly gone, of course, because it’s not like SHIELD would let one of their best agents go without a fight, but a bed made for three feels empty when it’s filled with only two.

Gwen Stacey/Peter Parker
Gwen presses a kiss to the gash on Peter’s side, traces of blood on her lips and not caring. This is the first time Peter’s come to her after her father’s death, and she’s missed the warmth of his body under her fingertips.

“Gwen,” Peter says, trying to pull away.
“No,” Gwen says, “Please don’t leave me again.”

Peter stills, maybe because of what she’s said or maybe because he just wanted to hear (again) that she doesn’t hate him. Gwen swipes the alcohol pad over the gash and presses a bandage on.

“I’m sorry for leaving.”
“It’s okay, Peter.”


Dylan O'Brien/Tyler Posey
Tyler’s tactile when he’s high (moreso than usual), and Dylan feels like he should maybe be less into it than he is, but it’s great. Honestly Dylan can’t think of anything better than the way Tyler will catch him after he’s taken a hit, sucking stale smoke from Dylan’s mouth.

Sometimes (most times) Tyler crawls into Dylan’s lap, fingers twisting into Dylan’s shirt, and kisses him fiercely without much warning. Tyler does everything 100%, and kissing is no exception. He’s a great kisser, and Dylan can’t help the way his fingers curl around the back of Tyler’s neck when it happens.

Scott/Issac
Scott’s got Issac nearly bent in half, fucking him without mercy, and Issac whimpers. It used to worry Scott, made him stop entirely the first time they did this, but now Scott’s eyes just flash gold and his claws extend, leaving slow-fading marks where he’s holding onto Issac’s hips.

Derek tried to take Issac away, once. He couldn’t, because Issac is Scott’s now. Issac smells like Scott, bears Scott’s mark in the dip of his collarbone, and no one can take him away. Not Derek, not Peter, not anyone. They’ll have to go through Scott first if they want him.

Danny/Everyone
When Danny asked, Stiles had gone quiet for a full minute and just stared at Danny for so long that the silence stretched out past comfortable and into the point where Danny was going to take it back-and if it had been anyone else, Danny would have taken it back, but Stiles only went quiet when he was really thinking about something and so Danny waited.

It’s worth the wait and discomfort, though, because Stiles gets him exactly what he wants: Danny’s tied down to the bed, surrounded by bodies, and utterly incapable of refusing what he’s given.

Maybe it’s Jackson fucking his mouth and maybe it’s Scott or Derek or Issac or Boyd, but Danny can’t tell and Danny honestly doesn’t care when the force of whoever’s fucking him makes the ropes cut into his skin.

Danny/Derek
Everyone sort of knows who Derek is, but Danny only meets him for the first time because Jackson takes him to a pack meeting and Derek spends the entire time blatantly staring at Danny-which is what gives Danny the courage to go over to Derek when he sees him hanging out by the bar at the club.

Derek fucks him in the bathroom, pressing him up against the wall of the too-small space and holding him up while driving deep. It’s fast, rough, and everything no one’s ever been able to give Danny so he keeps going back for more.

Danny/Scott
Scott’s slight, and he shouldn’t be able to hold Danny down like he does, but Scott presses him up against the wall like it’s easy and holds him there, nuzzling Danny’s neck.

“Hi,” Scott says, because he’s still the same kind of dorky he was before becoming a werewolf, “I missed you and you smell wrong so I have to fix it.”

Danny’s going to say something, but then Scott slides down, already fumbling with Danny’s jeans, and Danny forgets all the words as Scott swallows him down.

Danny/Jackson
Jackson wrestles him down, aware of his newly gained strength and not bothering to hide it, and Danny fights it the way that Jackson wants him to: twisting and kicking and trying (really trying, not just pretending) to get away. It makes Jackson feel like he’s really won their little battle, feel like he’s earned the right to hook Danny’s legs over his shoulders and fuck him hard.

The thing Jackson doesn’t know is that he’s wrong: he’s not everyone’s type, Danny is.

Danny/Issac
Issac’s just “that freshman on the lacrosse team” until Jackson starts hanging out with him, and then he’s a problem because while Jackson is definitely not Danny’s type, Issac is. He seems reasonably straight, though, so Danny stays away from him until Issac catches him in the showers after practice and sinks to his knees.

Danny’s not sure if the lack of gaga reflex is a werewolf thing or not, but he guesses it doesn’t really matter as long as Issac keeps doing it and never stops.

Danny/Boyd
Boyd’s gentle, surprisingly so, and he fingers Danny while he’s sucking him off, stretching him out and swallowing when Danny’s comes. It’s after, when Boyd’s pushing forward and Danny’s oversensitive, hissing with burn before Boyd fucks him hard and fast, that makes up for the gentleness. When Boyd’s assured that Danny won’t break is the point where he tries his damdest to.

Danny/Stiles
For someone who’s always talking, Stiles is surprisingly quiet during sex-his gasps are quiet and choked off, and he barely speaks unless prompted. Danny has learned, however, that Stiles speaks in other ways: the twist of his fingers in Danny’s hair, the insistent press of his hips, the way he shakes from head to toe.

Stiles is always talking, but Danny’s glad he’s the only one who’s learned how to listen when Stiles uses no words at all.

Scott/Stiles, fairytale
Once upon a time, there was a boy named Stiles, born from stardust and a little bit of pure laughter. His father had gotten very lonely since his wife had died, and stars do not like to see people so sad, so they gave him Stiles to care for and love.

Stiles’ father took this job seriously and said, many times over, that Stiles should never go into the woods. Werewolves lived there and it simply wasn’t safe. What Stiles’ father didn’t know was that the Prince of the Werewolves, Scott, would never let any harm come to Stiles.

Ever.

Erica Reyes/Allison Argent
Erica presses up against Allison, backing her into the lockers and smiling in the way Allison thinks she’s learned from the kind of glossy magazines Allison’s never been allowed to have.

“Hey, Hunter,” Erica says, breath warm on Allisons’ face, “you’ve been avoiding us.”
“I liked the old you better,” Allison says simply, twisting away from Erica and walking away without looking back.

Danny/Greenberg/Stiles
Danny and Greenberg are friends and have been since they were very young, Stiles thinks, if their easily traded smiles are anything to go by. They’re close, but he’s never been particularly close to either of them, which is while Stiles is startled when Greenberg falls into place next to him as he’s walking home from the detention from hell.

“You should come to the study group Danny and I have every Friday,” Greenberg says after a moment, “even if you don’t get any work done, you look like you could use a friend.”

Boyd/Erica/Issac
Erica and Issac say yes to Derek because they want something only The Bite can give them: power; Boyd says yes because he’s used to saying yes when people want things from him - if they pay the correct price. So when Erica’s hands are featherlight and dangerous on his hips, when Issac whispers what do you want? into his ear, Boyd doesn’t know what to say or what to do.

“You,” he says, and hopes they understand what he means.


Eduardo Saverin/Mark Zuckerberg
8bit heart
Mark reaches for Eduardo, holding onto his shoulders like it’ll ground him, and Eduardo shudders under the sudden feedback loop. Eduardo’s never sure if Mark’s doing it on purpose or he can’t help himself, but whenever Mark touches him like this, desperate and wanting, it’s like Eduardo can feel what he’s doing to Mark.

It’s the only time that ever happens, Mark twisting underneath him and scrambling for purchase somewhere, anywhere, and it’s in those moments Eduardo thinks he understands what it’s like in Mark’s head. There’s a constant stream of information and it’s overwhelming, consuming, like drowning.

Like love.

Mark likes giving head
Eduardo knows, somewhere in brain, that Mark isn’t actually picky when it comes to people: he’s picky when it comes to sex, because Mark is some kind of oral sex addict and (as he explained to Eduardo while very drunk) guys are just way more likely to let you go down on them.

Part of him thinks that maybe it’s not that guys are more likely to let you go down on them, because the way Mark looks when he’s on his knees with his fingers digging into Eduardo’s lips is obscene. Maybe it’s just that when Mark asks if he can blow a guy, it’s easier to picture his lips wrapped around a cock than to picture his tongue curling around a clit.

Kiki's Delivery Service au
“Mark! Get off.”

Eduardo bats at the black cat that’s hopped up onto his breakfast table and started eating his toast. Mark stares Eduardo down, chewing slowly and deliberately, and Eduardo sighs. He resigns himself to just eating eggs and bacon without toast for breakfast.

“Do you always have to steal my toast?”
“No,” Mark says, yawning, “Sometimes I steal your eggs. It keeps you on your toes. I don’t like your bacon, though. You make terrible bacon.”
“You’re such a fussy cat,” Eduardo rolls his eyes, “I don’t know why I’ve put up with you for all these years.”

Divya/Winklevii
Divya expected sex with Cameron and Tyler to be a little more . . .straightforward than the current situation.

It’s not that he minds, really, because Divya is all for experimentation in bed, but more that when he pictured this (when he let himself picture this) it was a lot more vanilla and bland. There were no blindfolds, no dangerously low voices in his ear saying guess which one I am and rewarding him with searing kisses when he gets it right. He can’t tell them apart at first because he’s unused to relying on his sense of touch, but Divya learns quickly.


Degrassi; Eli/Clare, monsterverse
Clare is tucked in a corner of the library, not crying right now but definitely having cried some time in the last hour. Eli doesn’t know for certain, but he can hear the way she’s breathing carefully.

Even though he could be silent, Eli makes sure his steps are clear and audible even for people without enhanced hearing. Clare looks up when he rounds the corner, and her eyes are definitely wet. Eli settles down next to her and there’s an awkward moment before he tugs her close.

“If it makes you feel better, you could eat me any day.”

Fifty Shades of Grey; Anastasia Steele/Christian Grey
I tremble as Christian pushes my thighs farther apart, ripping the foil packet and putting it on before sliding forward into my dripping sex. He fucks me fast and hard, and I can’t help the moans that escape my lips.

“Oh yeah, baby,” Christian says.

Inception; Arthur/Eames
Eames laughs, holding Arthur back against the wall and keeping him there. Arthur struggles, less to get away and more to look like he’s trying, and Eames doesn’t say anything about it.

“Trying to get away, darling?”
“You’re a walking sexual harassment lawsuit.”
“Oh, you would have stopped me if you were serious about it.”

The statement hangs in the air for a moment before it’s caught up in the way Eames kisses Arthur like a spring rain, fingers deftly undoing the front of his trousers.

Kingdom Hearts; Kairi/Riku/Sora
Kairi fucks fast and hard, which would probably seem incongruous with her personality to most people, but Sora and Riku know better. They know this Kairi, the one who’s never quite sure if she’ll see her boys again, and they know the way she wears them out even when she’s not fucking them and she’s the one being fucked.

Sora and Riku know, so they let her vent her frustrations and take everything out on their bodies, nail dragging down the skin of their backs to leave angry marks.

Salad; Parmesan/Crouton, Fifty Shades au
the parmesan laid across the couch, beckoning me forward. I shook my head, afraid of what might happen if I stepped closer.

“it’s okay, crouton. I won’t hurt you.”

though parmesan tried to comfort me, my heart still beat erratically in my chest. hesitantly, I stepped forward into the red room of pain.

Strike Witches; Minna/Mio
Minna sings out when Mio dips her head down between Minna’s thighs. They don’t do this often, schedules too full and pockets of privacy rare, but it’s something Mio loves to do.

She loves the way Minna twists, breaking apart and baring herself. When she finally cracks open, something about her ability pulls Mio over the edge too. It’s a sharp tug that always surprises Mio, makes her join in on Minna’s song, and leaves her sprawled next to Minna and content.

They’re fighting a war, but it’s important to remember they’re still people at the end of the day.


Actor RPF/Bandom; Gabe Saporta /Jesse Eisenberg
Jesse’s settled in Gabe’s lap and kissing him, because they’re waiting for the show that night and everyone else has gone out to eat. Gabe and Jesse stayed behind, because bringing the vegetarians along might have ruined everyone’s fun and this is the first time on tour that they’ve had a chance to be together.

Gabe’s hands are on Jesse’s hips, not keeping him there in the slightest. Absently, Jesse wonders when the others are going to get back, but he finds that he doesn’t much care when Gabe’s hand shifts to rest between his shoulderblades and press him close.

Actor RPF/Disney RPF; Corbin Bleu/Darren Criss
The first time Corbin and Darren meet formally is because of a Broadway benefit thing. Corbin’s doing Godspell, Darren’s doing How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying, and they’re performing together at a benefit because they’re both teen heartthrobs or something. Darren’s actually not too sure whose idea it was, but it was someone’s idea and Darren has to meet him for rehearsals.

He turns out to be a really cool dude, and Darren’s glad he’s not like. A douchebag or whatever, because there’s a lot of those in the entertainment industry and Darren’s really not fond of them

Actor RPF/Disney RPF; Jesse Eisenberg/Zac Efron
There’s really no reason for them to work together because they don’t do the same kind of movies, but Jesse gets cast in this weird little movie across from Zac Efron of all people. They’re playing a poet and celebrity who fall in love and enter a relationship doomed to self-destruct. It’s intense, and Jesse doesn’t expect to like Zac that much at all, but he’s easy to like and Jesse falls too deep.

When Zac kisses him off-screen, it’s natural.

There’s no second-guessing, no awkwardness: Jesse twines his arms around Zac’s neck because he never wants to let go.

Actor RPF/Musician RPF; Ke$ha/James Franco/Joseph Gordon Levitt
It’s not that Joe’s a prude.

That’s what Kesha or James will say, but they’re liars because Joe is pretty sure that anyone would be a little bit freaked if they walked into a studio to find people covered in glitter fucking against a wall - especially when those people are your best friends.

He thought they were going to make art. He thought they were going to make the best film the world had ever seen!

Besides, if Joe was a prude, he wouldn’t have joined Kesha and James in their quest for public sex covered in craft supplies.

Actor RPF/One Direction; Andrew Garfield/Harry Styles
When Harry’s hands fit on Andrew’s hips and their lips connect, Andrew is 90% certain that they’ve been in this exact position before only drunker. It doesn’t really matter, though, because Harry’s warm against him and not a half-bad kisser. Twisting his fingers into Harry’s hair, Andrew doesn’t worry about whether they self-destructed before - just kisses him and tastes the hint of rum.

Actor RPF/One Direction; Andrew Garfield/Niall Horan
It’s fucking cold, s’what it is.

There’s a proper snow going on outside, and Niall’s settled in the corner of a small coffee shop trying not to be noticed. He sips his frappe-sugar monster drink and watches the window, the way the snow falls, before noticing someone settling down in the seat across from him. Niall’s about to tell them the seat’s not free when he sees who it is. He smiles.

“Hey.”
“Hi,” Andrew says, smile bringing sunshine into the shop, “Catch any snowflakes yet?”
“No,” Niall grins, “Too many of them falling for it to be a challenge.”

Actor RPF/#y_slash; Charlie McDonnell/Matt Smith
Charlie is little hazy on how he ended up in the TARDIS with Matt Smith, who is apparently a bona fide timelord. He finds that he doesn’t much care though, because it’s a TARDIS and Matt Smith is awesome.

“I,” Charlie says, starstruck, “am going to be the worst companion.”
“Nonsense,” Matt laughs, “There’s no such thing as a bad companion because you’re all so very brilliant.”

He’s going to protest, but he figures that isn’t going to get him anywhere. He leans against a railing and breathes, taking in everything.

“This is going to be brilliant.”
Matt grins, “Exactly.”

American Idol/Disney RPF; David Archuleta/Nick Jonas
David meets Nick at one of the numerous events that they attend. They’ve got shared background rooted in songs for the glory of God and overbearing fathers that makes them both aware of each other. Where David is awkward, though, Nick behaves as if he’s never been out of the spotlight.

“Hey, you’re runner-up American Idol, right? We voted for you.”
“Um, yes. That’s me. You’re. One of the Jonases?”
Nick grins, “I’m Nick. Have you seen our show?”
“No, I haven’t. Sorry.”
“That’s cool. I’m not gonna accuse you of being a bad person. It’s a dumb show anyway.”

Disney RPF/One Direction; Demi Lovato/Niall Horan
regular
Demi wonders sometimes whether or not Niall knows and is waiting for her to break again. She tells Simon they’re just friends because she can tell Simon is still uneasy with her.

It isn’t technically a lie, but it’s not the whole truth either. It’s what Demi has come to call a “Disney” truth: something wholesome and palatable masking the whole, real story.

The real story is that Niall dips his head between her legs when they see each other, makes her shake apart and cry out before he fucks her through a second orgasm. The real story is that they’ve never quantified what they are, Demi afraid and Niall patient.

She calls him after talking to Simon, day brightened at the sound of his voice, and breathes shakily.

“You mean the world to me,” she says, “and I just thought that you should know.”

always-a-girl!Niall
Demi’s hands settle on Niall’s hips, and she thinks: I have a habit of falling for girls who will grow out of me.

Niall kisses her, shy and unsure, and Demi kisses her back like they have forever. She doesn’t know any other way to fall in love, even if it’s only been once. They don’t really compare, though, because Niall is curved differently under her fingers and she kisses like she’s trying to eat Demi alive.

Honestly, Demi thinks that she would let her. The problem with girls who grow out of you is you can’t make them stay.

Disney RPF/One Direction; Zac Efron/Zayn Malik
Zac doesn’t know how he ended up in the same place as One Direction (he knows who One Direction are, of course, because he was a teenage hearthrob once), but he slips them all drinks they’re not supposed to have in America and somehow ends up with Zayn Malik plastered against his side.

It probably would be more surprising when Zayn kisses him if Zac wasn’t already planning on it, hoping for it. He steals Zayn away, promising to return him. Zayn is bitter on his tongue and warm in his bed. Zac loves it.

He almost doesn’t return him.

Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog/Lightening Warrior Raidy; Hammerchick/Raidy
Hammerchick feels a little awkward being tied up in a dungeon - a lot like those girls in the hentai she sometimes encounters by accident - and she thinks that might actually be a tentacle monster coming to get her. Which, if it is, ew.

“Do not worry, fair maiden,” a cheerful voice calls out, “I’ll have the tentacle monster defeated and you rescued in no time!”

Glitter Herpes
They’re in Adam’s dressing room, and it’s really not the correct time for any of this but none of them are very good at doing things the way they’re supposed to. That’s why Ryan’s being supported by Adam, one leg hooked over Chad’s shoulder while Chad fucks him and Adam kisses him to swallow all the noise.

It’s Adam’s idea, Adam’s fingers that wrap around him, and Adam that whispers come on, sugar.

High School Musical/The Social Network; Dustin/Gabriella
Dustin is forever showing up in Gabriella’s office with tiny trinkets and candy, and Gabriella finds him charming enough that she never kicks him out - even when it’s clear that he’s hiding from Chris. They’re mostly just friends, and Gabriella hardly thinks of what Dustin does at flirting until Mark looks at her and says that if she’s going to kiss Dustin at work it had better not be anywhere he could see it.

Once it does occur to her, though, Gabriella makes sure that their first kiss is right outside Mark’s office - it really only serves him right for being so difficult.

Hatoful Boyfriend/Puella Magi Madoka; Hiyoko/Madoka
When Hiyoko opens her eyes, she’s nowhere at all and there’s nothing around for as far as she can see. It doesn’t feel scary or overwhelming, though, just safe and warm.

“Hello, Hiyoko,” an almost-familiar voice says, “it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
Hesitantly, Hiyoko says: “Madoka?”
“You remember,” the voice hums, curling around Hiyoko like an old friend, “I was worried you wouldn’t.”
“I don’t think I could ever forget.”

Hiyoko cries, because she doesn’t know what else to do and she thought that she’d made Madoka up - Ryouta had always made fun of her imaginary friend, after all.

“Don’t cry,” Madoka says, and something wipes Hiyoko’s tears away, “it’s not a good look on you.”
“I missed you,” Hiyoko sobs, “I missed you so much.”

Musician RPF/One Direction; Justin Bieber/Niall Horan
Niall wakes up to Justin’s shifting in his sleep and morning wood. Really, there are worse ways to wake up and Niall turns to find Justin awake.

“Good morning,” Justin grins, “What do you want for breakfast?”
“You,” Niall says, “and maybe tea.”

Justin laughs, real and light, and Niall shifts to tug his hips and pull him close enough to go down on. He comes easily, letting Niall tug his boxers down and tangle his legs in them to keep him steady while Niall blows him. There are worse ways to wake up, but this might be the best.

Musician RPF/The Social Network; Taylor Swift/Erica Albright
They meet by accident in a coffeeshop, Erica not paying attention to where she’s going and Taylor trying to keep a low profile resulting in an honest-to-God collision between them. Coffee gets all over Taylor, and Erica apologizes profusely, offering to buy her new clothes or something. Taylor just smiles.

“I think I can afford it. Let me buy you a new coffee, though.”

Erica tries to say no, but Taylor insists and then they’re chatting like they’ve known each other forever. Knowing the map of their bodies comes later, beneath silk sheets, but the coffee is how it starts.

One Direction/The Social Network; Divya Narenda/Harry Styles
Divya watches him sink to his knees, this boy who smiled and sauntered away so Divya had to follow him, and doesn’t complain. He wouldn’t have followed if he wasn’t okay with this, wasn’t okay with the twist of curls under his fingers and the warm, wet heat of a mouth.

It doesn’t last long, which is less because Divya doesn’t have stamina and more because the boy on his knees is so good. When he’s stood, he smiles again.

“My name’s Harry,” he says, unprompted, “You should remember it.”

Later, when Harry’s face is everywhere he goes, Divya remembers.

One Direction/The Social Network; Eduardo Saverin/Harry Styles, genderswap
Edi doesn’t pick her because she’s got curls and she’s too famous for her own good, except for how that’s exactly why Edi picks her. It’s not conscious; they happen to be in the same place at the same time and the girl, Harri, smiles like it’s just for Edi.

It’s not, because no one smiles just for Edi (not ever), but it seems like it is and that’s enough. There are only so many ways Edi can be strong, and this is not one of them.

She takes Harri back to her hotel and fucks her like a memory.

One Direction/#y_slash; Harry Styles/Sam Tsui
It seemed like Harry was forever in motion and nothing could slow him down. It’s something that Sam observed the first time he met Harry, and something he continued to notice the more he and Harry hung out. It seemed restless-bordering-on-manic, and Sam recognizes it vaguely from the way Kurt used to branch out a hundred different way. So Sam wraps his fingers around the back of Harry’s neck, just like he used to do for Kurt, and feel the tension drain away.

“Shhh,” Sam says, touching their foreheads together, “breathe.”
“Sorry,” Harry says, “I just.”
“It’s okay. I know.”

Royal RPF/One Direction; Prince Harry/Harry Styles
“D’ya think it’s a bit narcissistic to be fucking someone what with the same name and all?”
“You’re fucking the Prince of Wales and that’s what you’re thinking about?”

Harry presses a kiss to Harry’s shoulder in apology, trying not to think about anything other than the fact that he, eighteen years old and an international popstar, is grabbing a quickie with Prince Harry of Wales in Buckingham Palace. There are a lot of things about his life that feel surreal, but this definitely ranks among the top ten.

It might even be the first, but Harry doesn’t mind terribly.

The Social Network/Teen Wolf; Danny/Mark
Everyone is a little unclear on whether Danny found Mark or Mark found Danny, but they all know this: they arrived in Beacon Hills as a unit after Danny came back from juuvie, and Danny and Mark are terrifying together. Mark knows everything about everyone and he never forgets any of it; Danny doesn’t need to know anything about anyone, because they’d all love him anyway, but he still remembers birthdays.

One day Danny will stop giving Mark the looks that say not now to give Mark a look that says let’s blow this whole place up, and only they know when.

Teen Wolf/The Vampire Diaries; Bonnie Bennett/Lydia Martin
porn
The first time Bonnie laces their fingers together and opens up the flow of magic between them, Lydia’s never felt anything like it. Jackson fucking her, hard and ruthless, is the only sensation that even comes close and it pales in comparison. When the stories speak of sparks between people and electricity running through a body, they must be talking about how it feels when Bonnie touches her. Lydia keeps the feeling close to her heart.

The first time Bonnie laces their fingers together, her head between Lydia’s thighs, Lydia’s cries out and wants the whole world to hear it.

introduction
No, nonononono no! Peter is coming back and he’s out for her and he’s creeping into her dreams and nobody’s safe now not Allison not Scott not Stiles not Jackson not Danny not anyone and Lydia can’t breathe -

“Shhh,” someone says, cool fingers touching to her forehead, “it’s okay - I’m here to help you.”

Teen Wolf/The Vampire Diaries; Caroline Forbes/Lydia Martin
“Hm, no.”

Caroline pulls a emerald green scarf off the rack and wraps it around Lydia’s neck instead of the pink one she’s currently wearing. Taking a step back, Caroline surveys her work.

“Much better. I think you definitely just need to stay away from pink. It makes you look ruddy.”
“Majorly not a good thing,” Lydia agrees, turning to look at herself in the mirror, “Hm. I like this one. Do you think I should get it?”
“Totally,” Caroline grins, “Greens bring out your eyes.”
Running her fingers along the scarf, Lydia smiles and doesn’t feel like a freak.

Teen Wolf/The Vampire Diaries; Katherine Petrova/Laura Hale
Laura turns, the distinct sent of something that doesn’t belong close by, and almost misses the rush of air that tells her something’s moving. She ducks, but someone still manages to shove her up against a tree and keep her there even though most people are nowhere near that strong.

“Why hello,” the woman who’s got Laura pinned says, “little wolf.”

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