Throatfuck Thursdays

All his life, nobody truly believed in Midoriya Izuku's dream of being a Hero. Not his mother, his childhood friend, his classmates or teachers...not even the Number One Hero believes in him. What is a Quirkless boy to do? Show the world it's wrong, that's what. Finally, after years of no one believing him, there was one man who did. After All Might left Izuku on a roof with the answer of 'no', one man who was not a Hero finally told the boy, "I believe you can become a Hero." Izuku wants to prove the man right. Short version: One person, who is NOT a Hero, finally tells him yes, and Izuku decides to become a Hero through the Support Course, making friends along the way. (This is part 1 of a series, continued in part 4, updates were every other Tuesday but are now monthly because life is a thing :P)

Just when things start to go well in Wrench's life, ghosts from his past start to creep in. Can Marcus keep him from drowning or is Wrench's past too much for him?

“You’ve come at an excellent time, R,” Henri said suddenly, hooded eyes fixing on Grantaire. “King’s cup is only ever good with a decent number of people.” “Do you know how to play?” Alex asked him earnestly, and Grantaire laughed, pushing down the urge to stare, because it was so bizarre to hear gentle words from someone who looked so much like Enjolras. “Can fish swim?” Or: Grantaire finds an Enjolras lookalike and doesn't realise until they're already in a relationship that he's been subconsciously using Alex as a substitute for the person he really wants. Cue massive guilt, recovery with the help of his friends as Enjolras pines slightly off-stage, and eventual happy ending!

A warm arm drapes itself around Keith’s waist, a quiet chuckle blowing at his bangs and tickling his forehead. “Wow, Keith, I’m gone for two weeks and you claim the entire bed. Rude.” Lance returns after a long mission, and Keith welcomes him home.

A gathering of mostly unrelated oneshots to get us through this hiatus.

Some days, Tony likes to think they will be the greatest band in the history of rock'n'roll.

Weary from tireless nights, Dick is thrown off guard and his world is utterly wrecked in the span of only a few minutes. And while some care from Jason helps him deal with the aftermath, what he wants and needs is the support of the man he's come to love and trust, despite knowing who and what he is.

the last thing reaper expects to find is companionship on an assassination mission.

Its Facebook, Katekyo HItman Reborn style.

Stiles sends Derek to the bar to get the next round because it just makes more sense that the alpha do it. He’s larger, more physically imposing, and has a you-don’t-fuck-with-me attitude that magically clears a space for him wherever he wants to be. So Stiles sends him, even though sending an alpha off to do anything on their lonesome isn’t exactly the norm. But this club is pretty much his home away from home, so Stiles doesn’t see the risk in it.

Adam's not oblivious. He's not. He just doesn't always pick up on things that should be obvious. Or, the one where Adam's a bit clueless about certain things and Blake is better at Guesstures than Adam.

Alastor was an ace of spades who had no fleshly desires at all — or so he thought. Then Lucifer Morningstar came along, and he felt things he’d never felt before. Lust. Fear. Desire. He felt threatened, and what better way to deal with a threat than to take control of that which was threatening, by any means necessary? Lucifer just wanted to be a good father to his daughter, Charlie. He never expected to be drugged to the point of weakness by one of her so-called “friends” and he certainly didn’t expect to become a victim of something as horrible and cruel as rape. What makes it worse is that the rape forces him to remember that his body is hermaphroditic in the worst way possible. Charlie just wants to reconnect with her father. But suddenly, he seems so small, so scared. Like a porcelain doll that will break if she so much as looks at him the wrong way. She doesn’t know what’s wrong — but she knows something IS wrong, and she wants, so badly, to help him. But how can she help him when he refuses to speak about it? And why is Alastor so much more coy and buddy-buddy than usual, too? Somehow, she thinks it’s connected to her father’s sudden meek temperament, and she doesn’t like it one bit.

Cat wakes up Kara who's going into heat.

The second story in the Mellon ChroniclesWhen young prince Legolas is sent as an envoy to a neighboring kingdom, things quickly go from bad to worse when treachery rears its ugly head. There are dangerous and deadly things going on in the seemingly innocent realm of Dorolyn and it is up to Legolas and a mysterious stranger to sort things out before an evil more dark than they could begin to imagine is unleashed upon an unsuspecting land.

When the Skaikru are one step away from extinction, the Commander of the 12 Clans offers them an alliance, but only if they sacrifice four Skaikru omegas to be mated to four alphas of the Trikru. This is a six part series made up of three stories. Jude81 has written the first three stories featuring: Clexa, Ranya, and Lubby. Kendrene has written three companion pieces starting from the same scenario, same couples, but has flipped the ABO dynamic. Also...there is very little plot. It's basically sin. A lot of sin. You are going to want to read all six. Trust me. These stories will be posted in two's. Up first: two Clexa fics. Enjoy.

Disclaimers: Both guys belong to Yamane-sensei, just using them in the story. BETA by me for mild grammar errors/tweaks/added details edited 2015/16 ( and there still might be some) A/N – kept one crucial warning off the list about a main character, the others should suffice it, otherwise it just spoils the remainder of the story Some time has passed since Akihito's accident. His life goes back to what it was, with the exception of his growing relationship with Asami. That is until one day the inevitable happens, and Akihito loses what he treasures. Will his fire go out with it, too?

Every now and then, Sirius struggles to sleep after the war. It's hard to forget the scars from his past, but thankfully, he was not alone anymore, not with Moony by his side. Author's note: This story was kept in my mind for 10 years now :)

“I shall never forget the weekend Sansa died….” New York, 1947. When young fashion magazine editor Sansa Stark is found murdered in her apartment, Detective Sandor Clegane questions those closest to her in life: her Pygmalion mentor and famous columnist Petyr Baelish and her playboy fiancé Harrold Hardyng. The more testimony he hears about Sansa’s warm, charming character – and the more this reminds him of an episode from his own past – Sandor finds himself falling under the dead woman’s spell…but all is not as it seems. Follows the plot to the classic 1944 film noir Laura.

Bruce stumbles across Jason having an anxiety attack of sorts and find out that he has a lot more to learn when it comes to caring for his children.

Steve's been watching Tony for awhile, but holds himself back from acting on his feelings. Too late does Steve realize that he's in love with the brilliant young man when an array of attractive individuals come by and try to steal Tony's attention. Steve may be late to the party, but that doesn't mean he won't put up a fight.

Foggy was getting so fired. He done did bad. A.K.A. The fic where Ward Meachum falls in lurve, Foggy follows him and New York's second finest Heroes, save the world.

When Hamilton catches the flu, everyone at headquarters worries over him, but none more so than Eliza Schuyler and George Washington. Both do everything in their power to see him well again.

In the movies, g-men tend to have dog-daemons. And yeah, yeah, Skye's a hacktivst with a monkey-daemon, she understands all about image and usage of stereotypes in popular culture, but so sue her, okay, that's her point of reference. [set post-episode 102 "0-8-4"]

A random collection of Sanvers ficlets... because who doesn't need a little bit more Sanvers in their life..

Yang and Blake are forced into a convention. Hilarity ensues.

Michael was no one's meek, submissive Omega. He was in control and his little brother Castiel was going to follow every single one of his orders.