antagonism

Harry’s not the kind of person who pays for sex. He really isn’t. Until he is.

"Come on, boys," Zabini drawled. "You’re only delaying the inevitable." Trouble always had a way of finding Harry, and eighth year was obviously going to be no exception.

In which Steve actually knows rather a lot about sex, but almost nothing about the lengths his friends are willing to go for him. (Almost nothing but sex. Did I mention there’s sex? There's sort of a lot of sex in this story. Sorry about that.) // Most Recent: Thor/Jane and Darcy team up for the win! //// Up Next: Wanda, Viz, Natasha and Bruce... Oh the smutty plans I have. //// I take requests!// ++ Each chapter has a summary! ++ There's something like an ongoing plot, but each character arc stands alone, so you can pick and choose the characters you like, or read straight through, whatever floats your boat. If you're skipping around, read the interludes related to the chapters you do read, because plot. ~*~*~The kink is perhaps vanilla-plus; risqué perhaps, but nothing you shouldn't try at home. Everything is consensual, usually enthusiastically so, though sometimes they're figuring it out as they go, and it takes a little work. Lots of dirty talk, vaguely naughty moments of teasing and playfulness, lots of caught-up-in-the-moment-roughness. Everyone's out to make each other happy, but now and again there's a miscommunication, folks have issues, and feels.

Hermione Granger hates Harry Potter just as much as the next Slytherin. Until she doesn't.

Harry felt lit up from inside as soon as he entered the bar. There were blokes dancing together, their bodies close to one another, not keeping a wary distance as Harry was always careful to do when he was near another man. God, he wanted this – wanted it so much he could taste it, a metallic tang of heat and desire. He suspected nothing would ever be the same again – especially when he saw who else was in the room.

If asked on his 18th birthday what he thought he’d be doing in three years, Harry never would have been able to predict that his answer would be “letting Draco Malfoy fuck me senseless over the sinks in the loo of a Muggle bar”. This is how the story begins. He never thinks to ask how it ends.

Professor Tom Marvolo Riddle, Defence Against the Dark Arts instructor and devious political mastermind, has never wanted a mate. He has only ever wanted power. But when he meets an extraordinarily powerful Omega student with a convenient Potter heirship, he realises he might just be able to have both. Thankfully, the Erastes Act of 1783 still holds sway, and gives Tom a legal, respectable means of pursuing his prey—his delightfully rebellious prey, which does not seem to understand that it is prey at all. Or: A plotty, slow-burn A/B/O romance in which Harry is a badass Omega who don’t need no man, and Tom isn’t nearly as in control of his own Alpha instincts as he’d like to be.

It isn't precisely how Harry planned to spend Christmas Eve: trapped in a lift with his ex-boyfriend, somewhere between the third and the fourth floors of the Ministry of Magic.

Post-MoS AU: A year after Black Zero, the Metropolis city government decides to hold a commemorative gala, with Superman as a guest of honor. And after a year of trying to gather intelligence on Superman without all that much success to speak of, Bruce Wayne is definitely going to attend. Except it turns out he may not be the only one with plans for Superman, and there might be a few other pieces of the puzzle that he's been missing. Or: Bruce Wayne's illustrated, step-by-step guide to how not to shake hands.

Harry's lonely in the aftermath of his divorce. Except for the weekends that he has the kids, Harry's cooking gourmet meals for one in his big, empty farmhouse, with only his seven cats for company. Until, that is, Harry finds Al and Lily playing with Scorpius Malfoy in the front yard, and learns that Draco Malfoy is his closest wizarding neighbor. Oh, and also, Harry's favorite cat is stolen (multiple times!) by someone who had the audacity to put a sparkly pink collar on her, with a nametag that reads "Plumeria Seraphin Snugglybug". These things (Malfoy and the cat-snatching) may or may not be related. Featuring: a cat-loving Harry who loves to cook, has playdates with Pansy Parkinson, and tends to rap when he's wasted, and good-dad Draco Malfoy who's still a prat, albeit an irritatingly attractive and charming one. Also featuring: a slew of adorable children, a stolen cat named Stormy, copious amounts of sexual tension, divorce betting pools, amoral yet charismatic Slytherins, peeping-tom Harry, foot massages given while under the influence, Harry's first time with a bloke, and did I mention cats?

Jaune Arc, in a fit of either madness or compassion, healed a mortally wounded Cinder Fall. The consequences were thus: another enemy whom he cannot kill, and an Aura bond.In the thin cleave of shadow, he saw her, aflame, and she stared back.

This thing with Malfoy might be starting to get a little out of hand. It'd be more of a problem if Harry didn't like it so much.

Harry returns to Hogwarts after Christmas. Malfoy's been waiting for him.

The first time, it was an accident. And the second. And the third.

Michael craved stimuli and yet despised it; Lincoln, in his own ways, was much the same. Michael tapped things, counted, checked, tested, always consuming more information. Keenly aware of what normal was and how difficult it was for him to achieve it, Lincoln got an early start dulling the edges of his own perception, because he wanted that kind of thing to get the fuck out of his head. There were times they wanted the same sensations at the same time, but there was always a line, some hidden seam between good and bad that neither of them could locate until they snagged it and the moment passed.

She dons the Elena Gilbert personality like an old dress she hasn't worn for a while but that still fits as well as it ever did. It feels almost comfortable now, after all this time.