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To truly know someone is to differentiate between who they once were, who they are now, and who they're capable of being. Hermione realises the duality of one man as she rectifies what she knows of the past and begins to understand the pieces of who Draco Malfoy is now: a father, a son, and a man.

When long-time enemies, Bakugo Katsuki--the all-star athlete and rascal of Ise--and Izuku Midoriya, the town sweetheart, are paired together for a long-term project, the quiet beachside town of Ise suddenly gets a bit louder. In which, Katsuki is an asshole pole vaulter, Izuku is going to fail psychology, and both are about to have the most intense spring semester yet.

Hermione convinces Draco to spy for the Order and she becomes his handler. But what are his true motivations? Hard to say when he's still figuring that out himself. WINNER: 2022 Top Dramione Fics on Reddit4th Place Wartime2nd Place BAMF!Hermione .............................................................. Draco cut her off. “You may have my wand, but you're not in control of the flow of information here. It’s not your life on the line.” Granger bristled at his assertion. “My life is on the line every day.” “So. Is. Mine.” He growled back. “Give me my fucking wand and don’t be so bloody obvious when you contact me.” She narrowed her eyes. “I already told you I'd be more careful next time.” She better be. “One more thing.” “What, Malfoy?” she snapped, still angry she hadn’t gotten the information she wanted. He pointed his finger at her so she would understand how important this was. “You need to learn Occlumency. If you’re captured, I’m dead.” She stared back in defiance. “We both are.” He couldn’t argue with that. She tossed his wand to the floor and Disapparated with a crack.

When the Goddess of Sex dies, Odin is desperately searching for someone to fit her role. The lust and passion are disappearing from the realms and he needs a suitable replacement. Apparently, Loki is extremely interested. After becoming the God of Sex, Loki hears you praying to him about how you want to lose your virginity. He's curious about you and decides he'd like to your answer your prayers in a bit more personal manner. Loki comes to you, ravishes you, and when neither of you can resist the temptations of one another, you quickly enter into an intimate deal full of pleasure, lust, and your complete submission. *Started as a one shot, now a chaptered fic!*

If there’s one thing Hermione Granger is good at, it’s using magic to fix her problems. And this time, her problem is sex. Luckily, she has the perfect solution: a locket enchanted with the Patented Daydream Charm. Whenever she opens it, she’ll find herself in Dreamland, where she can live out all her filthiest fantasies risk-free. The magic is a bit tricky, though. For some reason, Malfoy keeps showing up there with her. Thank goodness it’s only an illusion—if that was really him, she would never live it down. Meanwhile, Draco is determined to figure out who the fuck is cursing him to suffer through highly realistic, erotic hallucinations of his secret childhood crush. When he finds the culprit, there will be hell to pay.

Based on prompt: Pretend Boyfriends AU where one of their families is always wondering why they're never in a relationship, so the other offers to pretend to be their boyfriend for some family event" Basic Steps to Getting Yourself In a Pickle With Both Your Family and The Guy You've Secretly Crushed On For Five Years (A Guide): STEP 1: After being perpetually single and constantly making up excuses to your family, give in and lie about having a boyfriend.STEP 2: Agree to bring said boyfriend to the family cottage for a week so he can be your date to your parents' wedding anniversary party.STEP 3: Panic.STEP 4: Say 'yes' when your best friend and closet crush - who you're convinced isn't interested in you that way in the least - offers to be your pretend boyfriend.STEP 5: Try your best not to fall in love with them during the trip.STEP 6: Fail miserably.

Midoriya is completely happy with his life. Nope, not one single regret in his twenty-seven years. He especially doesn't regret running into his old childhood friend/bully after almost ten years, nor does he regret spilling coffee all over his very expensive looking suit. How nice it will be to die with no regrets.~~~~AKA the sugar daddy AU I meant to be a one shot, that turned into a full fledged story.

After finding out the extermination would be 6 months early Charlie felt she deserved an evening for feeling sorry for herself and a few bottles of wine. She told herself it was a form of self care. A mini holiday. But she didnt expect to meet Alastor making beignets in the kitchen. She also didn't realise he had a fluffy tail.

“Jesus,” he blurted. “What—?” “Sorry, sorry,” she interrupted, closing her eyes and pressing a hand to her forehead. “I just…sorry, give me a second to clear my head.” She refused to explain why the first thing he’d seen when entering her mind was a rather vivid recollection of her last masturbation session. How embarrassing. She thought about walking in a forest – the least sexy thing she could think of – and then doubled down by picturing herself in the Quidditch stands at Hogwarts. In the rain. In January. “Okay.” She exhaled and met his eyes again. “Okay, it’s safe now. Go ahead.” He looked dubious but raised his wand and spoke the incantation again. --- Or, Hermione can't remember an important piece of intel and so Draco is assigned to help find it.

“It’ll be a phrase you’d say in bed,” Ginny supplied, grinning. “It has to be something provocative.” Hermione clicked her tongue. “Be sensible. It will be on my body forever.” “You can choose the phrase,” Ginny said magnanimously, then tilted her head, considering her. “And where. On your bum might be nice, for instance.” “I’m not getting my bum tattooed,” Hermione deadpanned, then sighed. “Fine. I’ll think of something.” “Think fast. We’ll do it first thing this weekend.” Ginny pushed to her feet, plucking up their empty glasses and walking them to the sink. --- Or, when Hermione is dared to get a tattoo.

Routine visits to different prisons and psych wards are mainly what your life consists of. You’ve encountered many unique individuals who express differences in their personalities, physical behaviours, and personal attributes. It was your field of study and you excelled at it, one of the best in your workforce in this small city. Forensic psychology was something you were compelled to do from a young age, you’re now 26 years old and pursuing your dream. After your last client had lost his life in a gang-related incident, you were assigned a new inmate. You were warned before you accepted, this prisoner was uncooperative and notoriously violent. It is your goal to break through them obstacles and find out the truth behind all of the gruesome crimes of Ryomen Sukuna once and for all.

You weren't surprised when you woke up in the pod - you always did. After every victory or death or failure, you woke up right as that mind flayer forced that tadpole into your eye. You killed the chosen three an infinite amount of times, destroyed the elder brain more times than you could count - died even more! And yet, no matter what you did, you always woke up at the very beginning. A lonely existence, for anyone, having to re-establish eternal loves and undying friendships all over again. It felt like a hopeless cause, having to play the same game over and over again. Resetting no matter how it ended. You thought it was an eternal, lonesome torture. Until you find out a certain devil is suffering in the same hell.

Minho is a third year dance major Uni student and the dance leader in his class. Jisung is your typical smart pretty boy but quiet and reserved second year student. He develops a crush on Minho and recklessly joins dance class just so he could get close to him but their first meeting turns out very bad because Jisung completely forgot that he couldn’t dance for shit and humiliated himself in front of Minho. He gives up and leaves it to him being way out of Minho’s league but Ji Su who happens to be Jisung’s sister ends up going out with Minho’s friend Chan who had lied to Ji Su saying Minho and Jisung were dating just to score points with her. Now Jisung and Minho have to fake a relationship and Jisung agrees because why not? He’s in love with Minho and this is just the perfect opportunity for him. Everything becomes all tangled and messy after with old exes coming back and sudden breakups. Will Jisung succeed with winning Minho or had he just signed himself up for heartbreak??

When moving out of your dorm and leaving your eccentric roommate goes to shit, you're offered by one of her friends to move in with him... for free! That is, if you don't mind living with two completely opposite college boys. However, life isn't that easy, and there's a hot asshole around the corner to piss you off. Especially when he's always up late at night when you're studying, purposely trying to get on your nerves in the most perverse way possible. You hate him. Yet, the tables seem to turn when he comes knocking on your door asking for your help. Under one agreement, that is.

“Doesn’t that deserve a punishment?” he asks silkily. “What,” you whisper, head spinning and barely daring to breathe, “punishment?”

Would he have been okay with Lucifer staying? Did he want him to stay? Did he want Lucifer to climb back into his bed and kiss him again in a way that was entirely, undeniably and unapologetically sexual? …Maybe. ~|~ I finally finished it! 6500 fuckin words of disgustingly fluffy (and yet also kinky) porn about two tired dads figuring their shit out together. MIND THE TAGS, y’all. Al’s a damn cannibal, don’t be fuckin surprised that I added blood play. <3 ~kisses ALSO a special thanks the lovely @Ntrashdemon on X for letting me scream at them about this fic while I was writing it <3

Park Jimin is a machine, a trained murderer, and a strong alpha. Nothing stands against him as the only heir of the Park Pack, the most violent and powerful criminal organization in the whole country. Once upon a time, he was forced to be a mere husk of a human being, all his feelings and emotions carefully hidden in a place even he himself can't reach anymore. He is like the water in an abandoned, covered pool—rotten, still, motionless. There's only one person capable of disturbing his composed facade: Jeon Jungkook, the son of his father's right hand and his rival since he can remember.

In which Sokka tries to get Zuko to relax and succeeds a little too well.

Katsuki is the first one to get his soul mark from their class, which should bring a smug grin to his face, but all it does is gnaw at his insides even more. He already knows his classmates are gonna go around telling everyone whose name they have on them as soon as they get ‘em, and while he would have been willing to tell someone like Eijirou or even Izuku if he pressed enough and his soulmate’s name wasn’t someone they already knew, he’s not so sure about it now. Not when 'Shouto Todoroki' practically bores holes into his face the more he stares at the name. -or, soulmates Katsuki and Shouto falling in love without knowing they're each other's soulmate

Momo, Sana, and Mina, are rich alpha sisters and co-owners to MISAMO Corporations. Omega sisters; Dahyun, Chaeyoung, and Tzuyu; get hired as their Secretary. One night, Dahyun caught Mina deflowering her sister, Chaeyoung. Outrage, she confronted the Alpha’s older sister, Momo, to have Mina stay away from Chaeyoung, which ends up Momo firing the omega sisters, leaving them jobless. The situation gets even more complicated when Chaeyoung ends up getting pregnant with Mina’s pup.

There aren’t many instances in which Henry would claim he exhibits a colorful vocabulary. In fact, he could likely list them on one hand: when wretched people say the most bigoted things, when the local grocer has run out of their Jaffa Cake stock in the minuscule international aisle, when he gets bored and resorts to writing homoerotic poetry in his moleskin journal with a fountain pen like some lovelorn literary scholar from the eighteenth century. And now, when he’s assigned to a gig he doesn’t want to be at. As in, he would rather publish said poetry to the unrelenting, merciless masses of the internet than be at this gig. “You must be bloody fucking kidding me.” - Or, When Rolling Stone names Alex Claremont-Diaz as the number one rising star to look out for, Henry is tasked with the sole responsibility of photographing him for their cover shot. Which, truly, wouldn’t be an issue—it’s an incredible opportunity—except Henry doesn’t trust that miscreant to be within ten feet of him ever since The Incident™

Sheltered northern prince, Han Jisung, is set to marry the warlord king of the notoriously barbaric south in a bid for political peace.

In the shadowed edges of a town bordered by ancient woods, where the line between myth and reality blurs, lives Hyunjin—a being of rare beauty and even rarer secrets. Masquerading as a beta among a society woven from the threads of alpha dominance and beta resilience, he harbors the truth of his omega identity, a rarity that could spell both salvation and doom. Amidst whispered tales of a cursed lineage and a world teetering on the edge of imbalance, Hyunjin finds solace in the depths of the forest, where a bond forged in peril with a baby fox named Aura becomes his only ally against the loneliness that cloaks his existence. But the arrival of the formidable Lunaris Pack, with histories entwined in vengeance and shadows, threatens to unravel the fragile peace Hyunjin has found. Unknown to him, they carry with them a legacy of hatred towards his ancestors. As the pack delves into the mysteries of rogue attacks that beckon them to this secluded town, where every heart hides a secret, and every secret holds the power to change the world, their path and Hyunjin's are set to intersect in ways that could unearth secrets long buried and challenge the very nature of the bonds that bind them.

Tav is an asshole and hands Astarion over to Gandrel at the first opportunity. Astarion is dragged back to Baldur's Gate, terrified by the thought that Cazador is just waiting to get his hands on him again. Luckily for him, a certain Cambion seems to be rather interested in his fate. Raphael offers him a pact: protection in exchange for servitude. Of course, the devil has his own plans, even if it's just to spite his father.

"Their gazes hold in the mirror as Remus takes a small step forward, his chest brushing up against Sirius’s knuckles, his arms still behind him in a halfhearted attempt to hook the corset shut. Remus brings his hands up slowly, starting at the base of Sirius’s spine and gently tracing the clasps already closed. Sirius’s hands fall to his sides but not before dragging across Remus’s abdomen, the tops of his thighs, before settling in their natural position. They haven’t spoken. They haven’t looked away." OR Remus has been in love with his best friend for years and everyone knows it but Sirius, who remains completely oblivious to their feelings for each other. So much so, that he asks Remus to help him with an errand--choosing some lingerie he can wear for his boyfriend, who very much is NOT Remus Lupin. The thing is, Sirius didn't tell Remus beforehand what he was helping him with, which might just be a terrible mistake...or the push they needed.

Where Alpha Taehyung is a CEO of a fashion company. Jungkook is one of the most famous omega models almost worldwide. After being at a party together they happen to get stuck into an arranged marriage. Taehyung hummed. "About the marriage, this is strictly for business. My father death wish was to see me get married and keep the company safe before he dies in some months." Jungkook listened to everything the alpha was saying. "After that, we can proceed with a divorce." Jungkook gasped with his lips parted. "What?"

“Oh no no.” The laugh following those words tore a shivering path down his spine as a thin finger tilted his chin up to meet the angel’s eyes. “If you think you deserve a show, you’re going to get a show.” Those words, dripping with sin, made Alastor’s heart ache. ~|~ This is entirely my friend’s fault, and you all have to deal with it. AU where Lucifer pole-dances at night, Alastor has insomnia and they’re both fools who don’t know how to deal with the fact that they’re in love. Enjoy the emotionally-constipated old men who don’t know how to express their feelings and resort to pulling pigtails like little kids.

you've wound up as Miguel O'Hara's assistant and it's been your personal purgatory. From work partners, to boss and employee, you weren’t quite sure when the switch was made. He's rude, impatient, ridiculously arrogant and you despise the air he breathes and every atom of space he occupies. People worship the ground he walks on, but you've only seen him at his ugliest. Demand after demand, task after task, your resentment for the man grows until you reach your breaking point. Now, you’re free from working under him but at what cost? But he’s back and needs your help. And what he’s offering for your help isn’t so easy to pass up

It was sometime after eight thirty when Utahime was able to check her phone again, and the pit of anxiety in her stomach grew when she saw the slew of notifications that flooded her screen. She had missed calls from almost everyone she knew; every sorcerer, every window, and both principals. Her texts were flooded too, overflowing—but it was Gojo's name that caught her eye, because there were five messages that she hadn't been able to check, all spread out. Gojo: i’ll be late Gojo: looks like i’m buying, senpai And then the last few, where his tone was serious in a way that made dread pool in her belly. Gojo: go home and stay there. don’t come here even if they tell you to. Gojo: don’t take any trains. Gojo: please.

A Pacific Rim AU where Caitlyn, a strategic and disciplined marksman, is paired with Vi, a fiery and impulsive brawler. As they fight kaiju and butt heads, their growing desire builds amidst the tension. A slowburn CaitVi with no spoilers for season 2. Vi was the first to break their heated gaze. And the silence. “I guess I ought to go clean my face properly.” She should, but Caitlyn didn’t want her to go. She didn’t want Vi to be left alone. “Your nose still needs a splint. I’ll come with you.” Vi chuckled, “I thought I was loathsome.” "You are," Caitlyn said, breaking the tension with a warm smile, "but I don’t leave anything half-finished." Caitlyn rifled through the first aid kit for the items she wanted, a soft bandage to cover Vi’s nose and some medical tape to secure both her nose and the sterile pad in place. She placed them into a small belt pouch that came in the box and secured that to one of the loops on her waistband. Every movement felt scrutinised. Caitlyn could feel Vi’s heavy gaze on her as she worked... Mainly from Caitlyn's POV.

Manfredi Sinatra gave a young, orphaned Olivia Benson a home, and when he dies, he leaves his criminal empire in her hands. Detective Elliot Stabler's job is to dismantle the Sinatra crime family and put Olivia behind bars. Over the course of 25 years, he pursues her, runs from her, and fights his feelings for her.

San is tired of people making assumptions about him. Wooyoung proves to be an exception. or, Brawny, big boy San just wants to be dicked down for once in his life and Wooyoung is more than happy to oblige.

Negan comes to collect heads for the loss of his men when he notices Maggie, the now widowed wife of one of his victims, and decides to take more than just a bloody bat home with him as a trophy. Now Maggie must navigate life in The Sanctuary as one of Negan's wives. She searches for a way to exact her revenge against him while trying not to let herself fall for the monster's tricks. But is his charm a trick? Or is the monster much more of a man than he lets on?[This "what if" story follows the Sanctuary-centered events of seasons 7 and 8, kickstarted by some changes to the events of the lineup.] Part One: Ch 1 - 27Part Two: Ch 28 - 50 Portugese translation by Ccm123:http://tinyurl.com/SeekingPT-BR

"You sold your fucking soul for candy?!" Vox snapped. Of all the idiotic shit he'd heard during his many decades down here, that definitely topped the list. "Yeah, you want some?" You offered sweetly, shaking the container of jelly beans invitingly. He stared at you in utter bewilderment and wondered how the hell had his life gotten so out of control that he was stuck hiding from angels on extermination day in a shitty freezer with a bona fide bimbo?

Draco desires, longs, to be fucked by the chosen one and his best friend.