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nametakensff · 2 years ago

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🥀 for Eddie~

Ok. So. This ended up being 6k 💀

Please enjoy a fic of E/ddie being absolutely overwhelmed by multiple allergens before he completely loses all control in a most magnificent way ❤️

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Content:

M/M, pre-relationship, pollen allergies, perfume allergies, sensitivity to cleaning products, cat allergies(ish), both S/teve and E/ddie have the fetish but don't know that yet, E/ddie turned on by his own sneezes, m/asturbation, humiliation, slow build of increasing allergic irritation

CW: a tad of self-hatred and internalised shame regarding the fetish

Slapped under a read more as this is very much NSFW!!

When Eddie had woken that day to a torso-crunching sneeze tossing him upwards in bed before he’d even been able to open his eyes, he knew he was screwed. It was peak allergy season, and they were hitting him hard. He scrambled for the bottle of meds on his bedside table, dry swallowing a couple of pills and steeling himself for the rest of his first fit of the morning.

“Hih! Hddt-! Ehg’tchiew! IDDHT’shiewww! Enngxt’tchiew!! ‘TShh’ieww! HIG��tchieww! Fuu’huckk-! IGK’tchiewww!!”

He let the sneezes do as they wanted, lying back against his pillow and allowing them to shudder through him. He felt the copious spray rain down on him in a gentle mist. It was gross, really, but he had just barely woken up – and it’s not like anyone was around to see him being so nasty. He briefly fantasised about what it would feel like for Steve to hold him as he convulsed, blessing him after each fittish release. Maybe he wouldn’t be disgusted. Maybe he would find Eddie…attractive like this, the way Eddie felt all the blood rush to his dick the few times he’d witnessed Steve let loose with a loud, messy sneeze of his own. His morning wood twitched half-heartedly in his boxers at the recollection.

He groaned, shaking his head and scrunching his eyes tightly shut, embarrassed by his own outrageous fantasy. It wasn’t normal to feel the way he did about sneezing – ridiculous to imagine anyone ever lusting over his relentless allergies, let alone Steve Harrington. These thoughts were becoming increasingly frequent, however; he didn’t know why his brain was so intent on torturing him like this. Steve would never be interested in him; hell, he didn’t even think Steve would be interested in any guy. It’d only clicked that he liked guys as well as girls – well, when he’d witnessed a shirtless King Steve tear a paranormal bat monster in two with his bare hands. He had no clue how to deal with these feelings. And so, he would continue to bury them.

He swiped at his nose and let out a bitter chuckle. He’d sworn he would no longer run away only a few months prior, and to be fair, he had the scars to prove he didn’t. So tell him why the thought of having feelings for Steve was scarier than facing an entire army of evil bat demons? Just his fucking luck.

He suffered through another 15 minutes of tickling, teasing fits before he felt his medication kick in – he’d long lost count of how many times he’d sneezed, and his erection hadn’t flagged in the least. He hesitated for just a moment before licking his palm and wrapping it around the length of his cock, squeezing himself generously. It wouldn’t take him long to cum – sometimes his own sneezes got him as worked up as other people’s, especially if he kept going. He buried the shame as he always did and focused on the pleasure, finally feeling it crest, mouth open in a silent scream as his orgasm pulsed through him. He tried not to think about the fact that the image of Steve’s twitching nostrils had been the last thing to pass through his mind before reaching release.

He lay in bed just a few minutes longer, luxuriating in the afterglow and blessed break from sneezing, before getting up and starting to dress for the day. It was Saturday, and he had lunch plans with Robin and Steve before meeting up with the others later that afternoon for dinner and a movie marathon at the Harrington household. He still hadn’t quite gotten his head around the sudden increase of new friends in his life, and definitely not the intensity of their bonds in such a short amount of time. Trauma would do that, he mused.

Stifling a few errant sneezes as he went, and just about avoiding spraying the bathroom mirror with a mouthful of toothpaste when a particularly evil tickle had ground at his sinuses, he successfully managed to get ready. A quick one over in said mirror had confirmed no major damage – his nostrils were maybe a little pink around the edges, his eyes a tiny bit watery, but nothing he couldn’t brush off.

He made his way out of the new government issued ‘we’re sorry a supernatural portal opened up in your living room ceiling’ trailer and into his van. That short walk had been enough to chip away at some of his optimism that he could keep his allergies at bay. But dammit, he had to try. For the first time in a long time, he felt shy. He’d always been embarrassed about the intensity of his allergies, sure, and only Gareth had really had the privilege of seeing him at his absolute worst, poor guy – but there was something about these new friendships, these new opportunities to connect with people outside of the tiny world he had felt resigned to, that felt serious. There was no way he was pushing them away by being a drippy, sneezy mess.

Easier said than done, he thought to himself as he settled in the driver’s seat, blindly fumbling to close the door behind him as an absolutely nuclear tickle had his eyes scrunching shut and nostrils flaring wide. He shuddered as another fit tore its way out of him, forcing his chin to his chest and jerking him forward almost rhythmically.

After he’d finished the fit with a particularly harsh “GXXXTT’shieww!!”, he blinked his eyes open to assess the damage. Steering wheel: drenched. Dashboard: thoroughly baptised. Window: visibly sprayed. God, today was not his day. He found a half empty and partially crushed box of tissues near the bench in the back of his van and almost used the rest of them just to wipe his interior clean and blow what felt like his entire brain into a wad of them. Satisfied he was done for now – and hopefully the rest of the fucking day – he made his way over to the dinky but excellent little diner he had been frequenting with his newfound friends for weeks now.

As soon as he walked in, he spotted Steve and Robin in their regular booth. His heart skipped a beat when Steve looked up and saw him, waving and breaking out into a much goofier grin than Eddie imagined the previous King of Hawkins High capable of. Eddie felt his own probably just as goofy grin emerge as he gave a little wave himself and joined them in the booth.

He was good for about 30 minutes – enough time for them to get their food ordered and shoot the shit about whatever it was that was running through their minds. It was never forced or dull, hanging out with Steve and Robin, and it made Eddie even more boisterous than usual. As he jousted fries with Robin, a pretty, new waitress walked over with Steve’s food. Eddie had never seen her before, and he was sure he would have remembered if he had. She was probably in her mid-twenties, super cute with a disarming smile and sweet composure. The other two must have found her equally as charming, if Robin immediately dropping her fry-slash-sword to her plate and the straightening of Steve’s spine were any indication.

“Here you are, honey.” She smiled at Steve as she leant across the booth to place his plate in front of him. It was as she moved back that the cloying scent of her perfume hit Eddie in full force. It was lavender, and she was wearing so much of it he had to wonder if she’d taken a bath in the stuff. His nostrils twitched traitorously, the previously unforgotten tickle bubbling to the surface. Eddie had no time to hold them back; he snatched his napkin off the table and brought it to his face to smother the sudden fit that rocked through him.

“Ingkt’tiew! Hig’tchu! Igxxt! Engxt’tchu!”

He felt himself starting to blush – he’d intended to stifle them into silence, but they’d come out sounding high-pitched, desperate, and embarrassingly girly. At least they weren’t that loud. Maybe the others hadn’t even heard him.

“Oh my god, Eddie, did you just sneeze? Because they were possibly the cutest sneezes I’ve ever heard in my entire life, holy shit!”

Fuck.

He peered out over the protective barrier of the napkin to find Robin and Steve both staring at him – Robin with an expression of gleeful amusement, Steve with something indiscernible to Eddie – concern, maybe? It didn’t matter. He had to play this momentary lapse in weakness off convincingly.

“Yeah, sorry, Birdie. Made ‘em nice and sweet, just for you.”

He flashed a dazzling grin her way, looking over at Steve with the same cheeky expression. Their eyes met, but only for a moment before Steve ducked away, looking almost bashful.

“Bless you.” He muttered softly before shoving a forkful of food into his mouth, effectively silencing himself.

Eddie felt his stomach flip over in giddy excitement at the blessing, the thought of eating suddenly the last thing on his mind. He managed to keep his face from colouring with a gleeful sort of embarrassment and quickly started up another teasing argument with Robin, desperate to move on and tuck away this recent turn of events to be returned to the next time he played with his cock in the privacy of his bedroom. They returned to their regular banter, Eddie sneaking off to the bathroom only once to let out a vicious round of harshly stifled sneezes that left him just a little bit dizzy, and before they knew it they’d been there for several hours.

They paid for the food and made their way to the parking lot, intending to split up and regroup at Steve’s with the younger kids in tow. Steve would be picking up Max and El, while Eddie was responsible for Dustin, Mike and Lucas (no Erica, this time – Tina’s house called). Nancy and Jonathan would arrive with Will and they’d all be assembled and prepared for a horror movie marathon, something Eddie, Max and Jonathan were eagerly looking forward to. Eddie had never spoken to Jonathan before all this mess, not really, and had been delighted to find out he was a secret horror fanatic – they had bonded over their mutual love for ‘The Evil Dead’ one evening while Nancy rolled her eyes beside them.

Before Eddie could make his way over to his van, before he could even finish saying goodbye to Steve and Robin, a pressing tickle wrenched a sudden, fiercely contained fit out him.

“Engxt’chiew! Heh! EDDT’tchiew!! Eshhhiew! IDDT’shhh! Jesus, sorry.”

“Bless you!” Robin cheerily offered.

“You okay, man?” Steve inquired, resting a warm hand on Eddie’s shoulder as the metalhead worked his itchy nostrils back and forth against an open palm, attempting to quell any further explosions before he could get to the safe haven of his vehicle. He was slightly crestfallen that Steve hadn’t blessed him. Ridiculous.

“Yeah, man, m’fine. Just something in the air.”

“Do you have – allergies?”

Eddie tilted his head to the side slightly, buzzing nose forgotten. The way Steve had hesitated was…odd. And the way he looked just now was….wait. No. Eddie wouldn’t entertain the thought further. He was projecting his own weird obsession onto Steve and that wasn’t fair on either of them, even if Steve had no idea what went on in the privacy of his mind.

“Yeah, but they’re not that bad. I’m fine, really.” He lied through his teeth. It didn’t feel good, but it felt better than admitting how much of an allergic mess he really was.

“Okay. I’ll, uh, see you in a bit, man.” Steve didn’t seem too convinced. Dammit.

“Later, dude.”

Waiting for Steve to pull out of the parking lot, Eddie allowed himself one fully open sneezing fit.

“Hah’hh!! HIH!! HIDDT’tchieww!! IGXT’chieww!! ISSSH’ieww!! ‘TCHIEW! Hah! Hh-hh-HH!! HAHDT’chiewww!! Mother FUCKER.”

Okay, enough of that. Time to collect the kids.

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“Dustin. What the fuck is that.”

The teen in question gave him an incredulous look.

“This, Eddie, is a domestic cat. A feline. You may have heard of them before.”

Cheeky little shit. Eddie swatted at him as he piled into the back seat, Lucas and Mike close behind him.

“No, Henderson, I mean what the fuck are you doing bringing it with you?”

The cat in question was extremely cute, Eddie had to admit. He’d briefly seen it before, clutched to the breast of Dustin’s nervous mother as they had an awkward conversation in her open door, waiting for the teen to make an appearance. He wrinkled his nose instinctively just taking in the sight of its soft black and white fur. He wasn’t allergic to cats, per se – maybe a little sensitive. He’d sneezed at cat hair a few times before – perhaps out of the ordinary for a normal person with an immune system not hellbent on murdering them, but for him it was nothing. Today, however, he was already feeling the pressure from the absolutely obscene amount of pollen in the air, and the cloying scent of that lavender perfume seemed to linger in his sinuses.

Dustin stroked the cat’s little head, earning a tiny mew in response. Eddie watched several hairs drift to the floor of his van.

“I had to bring Tews with us. Mom’s out of town tonight and she would lose her shit if she knew I left him alone.”

Oh, yeah. Eddie remembered now. Dustin’s mother was already an anxious person by nature but given that her previous cat had been eaten by some kind of demogorgon dog thing, she’d become extra possessive of her current one. Eddie couldn’t recall whether she knew the circumstances of her pet’s demise. Not that it mattered right now.

“Does Steve know you’re bringing a plus one?” He started the van’s engine.

“Nope.”

“Think he’ll be okay with it leaving its dirty little paw prints all over the fine upholstery of his extremely expensive furniture?”

“Tews is NOT dirty!” Dustin bristled. Tews mewed in what Eddie could have sworn was agreement.

��He’s gonna have to be okay with it.” Mike shrugged. If there was one kid cheekier than Dustin, it was Mike Wheeler, Eddie thought.

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So far, so good, Eddie thought as he settled down onto the sofa next to Steve. He’d only sneezed once on the drive over, stifled into silence as he stopped at a red light. The boys in the back had been too busy arguing over something inane to hear him. Said boys were now scrambling around on Steve’s living room floor sorting Horror movie tapes into categorical order of best to worse, and it was getting heated. Will, who Eddie had met later, was as animated as he’d ever seen him. It was nice – he seemed like such a sombre kid, exactly the kind Eddie took under his wing at Hellfire club. Back with his best friends again, it had only been a matter of days before he’d perked up like a blossoming flower opening its petals to the sun. Perhaps not the best metaphor to think of right now, Eddie lamented, subtly rubbing his nose against his wrist.

He'd been greeted at the door of Steve’s house by Nancy, who’d taken him into a hug almost immediately. Eddie would have never guessed such a refined, curt human being could give such warm and comforting embraces, but here he was. El and Max had come out of the kitchen to greet them, along with Jonathan, who smiled openly at Eddie. It was bizarre, all of it, this mishmash of people – and yet it felt so right.

Before Eddie could make his way into the living room to find Steve and Robin, he felt his sinuses come to life with an urgency more intense than any other time that day. Of course – the sharp lemony scent of cleaning products that seemed to hang around the Harrington residence permanently, nothing he couldn’t handle normally, had reignited the tickle he had been fighting so hard to keep dormant. He ground his teeth in frustration and quickly excused himself to the bathroom.

Locking the door behind him, he’d sneezed over and over into a hastily grabbed handful of toilet paper. Luckily for him, it was as luxurious and expensive as everything else in the Harrington domicile. He was especially grateful for that after 3 minutes of non-stop sneezing, when he pushed the tissue inside his itchy nostrils with his fingers and rubbed furiously, pleading with his nose to please, just give him a break, just this one time.

He'd wound down from the fit and checked himself in the mirror – he looked much more worse for wear than he would have liked. His nose was starting to look embarrassingly pink, his eyes the same. He splashed water on his face a couple of times, hoping this would help. It didn’t. He sighed in exasperation, then plastered his best devil-may-care smile on his face. He would just have to be realllly good at faking it. Pageantry was, after all, his forte.

So he’d made his way back into the fray, sat down next to Steve in the seat he had seemingly saved just for him (there went his stupid heart again), and let himself fall back into a steady rhythm of banter and laughter.

He was feeling great, feeling fantastic. This was so much fun – Steve was laughing at a joke he’d cracked at Lucas’s expense, and the rich tone of it made his heart soar. He wanted to hear that laugh every day if he could help it. He’d been so absorbed in the scene surrounding him, he hadn’t noticed Tews, bored of Dustin ignoring him and depriving him of pets, making his way along the sofa arm towards the latest target of affection. Unfortunately for Eddie, that was him.

Tews suddenly dove onto his lap, startling him enough to make him yelp. The kids laughed and watched in amusement as Tews started to settle into a loaf on Eddie’s lap. Dammit, it really was a cute little kitty. Eddie hadn’t had any animals growing up – he felt a little awkward around them to this day, but this cat was a particularly friendly one that Dustin had assured him didn’t scratch or bite.

Steve’s tan hand suddenly came into sight as he reached towards Eddie’s lap to stroke the little cat, shocking Eddie and making his heart race by pure proximity of angular, sexy hand to his crotch. Each stroke down the feline’s spine sent hairs gently lifting into the air and over Eddie’s jean-clad thighs. It was doing nothing to help the ever-present tickle, but he’d be damned if he was telling Steve to stop.

He was fine. He could handle it. Pollen, perfume, cleaning products, cat fur? No big deal. He was an allergic expert. He could hold back sneezes for hours at a time – did do every allergy season. He pumped himself up in his head, not unlike the sports coaches he had ignored and driven insane in gym class. Nothing was going to make him sneeze.

It was at the peak of this mental pep talk that Eddie felt the sudden soft, not entirely unpleasant sensation of something brushing under his sensitive nostrils. It felt velvety and foreign – but most of all, it tickled. Perhaps more than anything had ever tickled him before. To his utter dismay, he realised Tews was dragging the tip of his tail back and forth under his nose.

That was it. There was no holding back. Every single tickle he’d felt that day thus far seemed to combine and build into a commotion so strong, so maddeningly itchy that he reeled with it. His breath snagged, a desperate, noisy gasp inflated his chest to capacity. Time stood still for him as he held that breath for a pregnant pause, feeling as if the oncoming sneeze was simply too big for him to handle, that his body simply wouldn’t be able to get it out. And then, at last, the tickle reached its apex.

“HAHH-AHHGKK’SHIEEWWW!!!”

It was a monstrous sneeze, colossal as it wrenched its way out of him, sending him sprawling forward over his knees and almost out of his seat. If it hadn’t scared him, it had certainly terrified the shit out of everyone around him. Chaos ensued.

The cat in his lap startled, bolting across the room with a shrill and angry mewl.

“TEWS!” Dustin cried, hot on the cat’s heels as it attempted to scale the Harringtons’ fancy new curtains.

In the kitchen, El and Max screamed, and Eddie heard the sound of shattering glass as the bowls containing various snacks crashed down on the kitchen tile.

Steve jumped so hard beside him he was nearly stood upright, a hand clutching his chest like an old lady clutching her pearls.

The younger boys had yelled and dropped the tapes where they knelt around the VCR, Will actually clapping his hands over his ears.

Robin had jolted mid-sip, pouring the majority of her coke down her front and snorting some up her nose.

Jonathan, making his way into the living room from the kitchen carrying a bowl of pretzels, had tripped over Nancy’s suddenly outstretched legs as she jumped forward in her chair. The snacks rained across the room in a glorious arc of salt and crumbs, showering the kids on the floor and scattering over the carpet. Eddie was vaguely aware of a small piece landing in the messy tendrils of his hair.

You could have heard a pin drop, the air almost vibrating with the same deafening silence that followed an echoing gun shot. The only sound to be heard was Robin gently choking on her soda, and the rhythmic thump of Steve’s palm slapping her on the back. Eddie could feel every eye in the rooming burning into him.

It was objectively hilarious. Had it been anyone other than him, Eddie would have been in hysterics right now, struggling to breathe for laughing so hard. But it had been him, and he was mortified. As if things couldn’t get any worse, he could feel the tickle flare up again almost immediately, and he knew he was fucked. He’d been holding back all day – he’d been on borrowed time, knowing his allergies were hell bent on making him miserable, and it was finally his time. He muttered a breathy apology, face burning, before clamping a hand to his face and stumbling blindly down the hall to the bathroom, ignoring Steve’s concerned call after him as he went.

Seconds after he managed to lock the door with his free hand, he was pitching forward into his other hand with an intense fit – not as loud and forceful as that insane first sneeze, but just as draining.

“GHKKK’TSCHEWWW!! EH’GKKTSHIEWW!! IGGGSHHh!! HEH-ENGXT’TCHIEWW!! Jesus f-fukkk’KKKKSHIEWWW! EGK’KSSH’IIieEWW!”

His voice had cracked weakly on that last one. They were merciless, finally taking advantage of his lapsing defences to pour out of him, leaving him shaking, eyes and nose dripping. His palm was drenched, the mess threatening to flow down his wrist in rivulets. He needed a tissue – he needed to sit down and steel himself for the next round. Closing the toilet lid and tearing sheets of toilet paper to scrub at his palm, he hitched helplessly. He prayed the others couldn’t hear him, though a small part of him knew they probably could.

“Heh! Hih! Hh-HH-HDDT!! HIIID’SCHIeww!! EH’NGXT’tchiewww! AHT’chieww!! GISSSH’iewww!”

He buried his nose in the tissue paper, worrying at his nostrils frantically. Despite the embarrassment, despite the shame, despite the fear that he was already alienating himself from his newfound friends, he had to admit it felt good to really let go and sneeze out the tickles that had been torturing him all afternoon. When the sneezes gave him a small chance to breathe, he blew his nose, filling the tissues instantly. He pinched at his sore, buzzing nostrils and brought a new bundle to his face, letting further releases do as they would.

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The sneezes were starting to wind down now, after what Eddie guessed was about 10 minutes or so. He was exhausted, his entire face felt itchy, and he was so deeply ashamed he could die. It wasn’t like him, this total lack of confidence – he surprised even himself with how down in the dumps he was feeling. He supposed it was a testament to how much he cherished these new friendships. Not that it mattered now, he thought, grinding a knuckle against the side of his itchy nose.

A sudden knock on the door had him almost jumping out of his skin.

“Eddie? You…you okay, man?”

Shit. Steve. No, no, no, not now. He was the absolute last person he wanted to see him in this sorry state. He jumped to his feet and took in his reflection in the mirror, heart plummeting as his eyes scanned his flushed face, puffy eyes and swollen nose.

“Um…yeah, Steve, I’m – I’m fine.”

At least he didn’t sound nearly as congested as he felt. Sometimes blowing his nose nonstop caused his sinuses to almost swell shut under the abuse, but blessedly, mercifully, he sounded just about normal. If he could keep Steve behind that door and successfully convince him to leave, he could make a break for the front door – any door, any exit – and make his escape. Keep driving until he left the town, the state, the country.

“Could you open up, dude? I have some stuff that might help.”

Eddie blinked, stifled a silent sneeze against a raised finger. Stuff? What kind of stuff? Either way, he wasn’t letting Steve in.

“Honestly, Harrington, I’m just peachy keen. I’ll be out in a few, just-“

“Eddie. Come on. You’ve been in there for 15 minutes. I could hear you out in the hall. It sounds like you were having trouble breathing.”

If Eddie had been blushing before, it was nothing compared to rush of blood to his face right now. Steve could hear him? Steve had been listening to him sneeze and sniffle and blow his nose, Steve had been waiting in the hall? And if Steve could hear him, what about the others in the living room? Had he been loud enough to reach even them? Jesus fucking christ. His eyes prickled with tears anew, this time in emotional rather than physical distress.

“I’m fine, Steve. Please. Just leave me alone.”

His voice was thick with emotion. Great. Now Steve could hear him crying as well. God, he was a mess. It was just too much.

There was silence for a beat outside the door before he heard Steve reply in a soft but firm voice.

“I’m not leaving you alone. I’m worried about you – we all are. I have some water for you, some Claritin – Dustin said he’d seen you take that before – and I just want to help.”

Eddie shook his head, knowing Steve couldn’t see him but struggling to find his voice. Steve waited, and when no response came, Eddie heard him sigh.

“Fine. But I’m camping out right here, whenever you’re ready to come out. I can’t have you asphyxiating in my bathroom all alone.”

He wasn’t expecting this – wasn’t expecting genuine concern from Steve, or anyone, for that matter. But if Steve had heard him and the cacophony he’d been making and still didn’t walk away in disgust, maybe it would be ok. Before he could chicken out, Eddie reached for the door, unlocking it and opening it gingerly to peer out at Steve.

He watched Steve’s eyes do a quick scan of his face, an almost imperceptible expression of shock crossing his features – ow – before a look of warm concern took over.

“Hey, man. Can I…?” Steve gestured towards the bathroom. Eddie moved aside and closed the door behind them. Steve sat on the edge of the bathtub, waiting patiently for Eddie to take his seat on the closed lid of he toilet. The older man only then noticed the tall glass of ice water Steve was holding out to him. He took it and gulped it down greedily, not realising how much he’d needed it. Steve also held out the blister pack of antihistamines, but Eddie shook his head.

“Already taken too many. Won’t be able to drive home.”

“I’ll drive you home. Or better yet, you can stay here! Some of the kids are camping out in the living room tonight.”

Eddie vaguely remembered hearing something like that. But more importantly, his heart soared at Steve’s unwavering kindness towards him. He already knew he was a great guy, had witnessed it first-hand when everything had gone to shit a few months ago – maybe he just didn’t think he deserved the full force of Steve’s good will directed solely at him. The realisation of this shocked him. This shyness was so out of character, so not like him. Eddie rubbed the back of neck, not able to meet Steve’s gaze head on. Those baleful brown eyes would’ve melted him where he sat.

“Umm….I mean, if it’s not – if it’s not too much trouble? I’m not sure I’d be able to drive like – well, like this,” He gestured in the general direction of his face, “-even without taking the extra meds.” He flashed what he hoped was a convincing smile at Steve and relaxed slightly when the younger man seemed to perk up at the acceptance of his offer.

“It’s no trouble at all! I asked you first.” He chuckled softly and carded a hand through his perfect hair.

Eddie felt the all-too familiar Steve-induced butterflies returning. Steve smiled softly at him and he found himself smiling back. After a beat, Steve, as if suddenly remembering he was here on duty as a mother hen, shook his head and faced Eddie with a firm expression.

“But listen, man….why didn’t you tell us your allergies were this….extreme?”

Eddie didn’t miss the way Steve seemed to fluster slightly once he started discussing his allergies. He’d been the same at the diner, and then the parking lot. Again, Eddie ignored the growing suspicion blossoming in the back of his mind, convincing himself he was projecting his own twisted desires onto Steve. It was hard enough to talk about his allergies with his unfortunate crush – the possibility that this would potentially be like dirty talk to the other man was so wild he couldn’t – wouldn’t – entertain it. For now.

He sighed and looked down at his lap.

“I don’t know, Harrington, only because it’s probably the most humiliating thing ever? On top of being absolutely repulsive and a total downer. I guess I just…”

He paused for a moment, eyes not leaving their fixed gaze on his nervous fingers as they twisted the rings on his knuckles, round and round.

“…I guess I just didn’t want to push you all away with my – my afflictions.”

They sat in an uncomfortable silence for a few seconds longer before Steve exploded with a sudden, uncontrollable peal of laughter. Eddie’s head spun round at the sound, fixing Steve with a confused stare. That was definitely not the reaction he’d been expecting. He was vaguely aware that the dormant tickle in his sinuses was starting to creep back up on him but was so otherwise transfixed on Steve’s baffling amusement he couldn’t find the energy to care.

As if realising how out of the blue his reaction had been, Steve paused almost mid-laugh, coughing nervously into a raised fist, a slight blush dusting his tanned cheeks. Eddie continued to watch him, trying to decide if he should be offended or not.

“Sorry, sorry!” Steve started, pushing his hand through his hair again. “It’s just – that’s so ridiculous, Eds! You’re not repulsive. You’re not gonna push us away. You’re not gonna push me away. You can’t help it.”

Before Eddie had a chance for the words to fully sink in, the tickle crested and he gasped with it.

“Sorry, I gotta-! Engxt’tchieww! IGKT’tiew!! Eh’TCHIEW!! Ugh, Jesus…”

He ripped another wad of tissues from the painfully depleted roll and dabbed at his damp nostrils, not wanting to blow his nose in front of Steve, even knowing he’d been listening to him before. He flashed a sheepish smile at the younger man.

“’Scuse me. Couldn’t hold that back.”

Steve visibly shuddered. Shuddered. Now that, Eddie could not ignore. Was that a shudder of revulsion? Surely it wasn’t-? It couldn’t be-?

“…’S’okay. Bless you.”

Steve’s voice was thick with some kind of emotion, so guttural it was almost a purr. His eyes were fixed on Eddie with a gaze so intense, so burning, that the older man almost shriveled under it. He wasn’t even sure Steve was aware of the way he was looking at him – heavy lidded, intoxicated, almost. Like a cat that got the cream. Eddie’s eyes drifted down to Steve’s crotch and saw, to his absolute surprise and utter arousal, that Steve’s cock was trying its absolute best to make itself known within the confines of his tight Levi jeans. Holy fuck.

He looked back up at Steve’s face with an incredulous grin, and it was Steve’s turn to shrink under his gaze. The ex-jock opened and closed his mouth several times, clumsily crossing his legs in a poor attempt to disguise his arousal, but the damage had been done. Eddie couldn’t brush this off as projection any longer. If there was a clearer sign that Steve was into his sneezes than popping an enormous boner and whispering a blessing to Eddie in a voice he imagined Steve had used to tell his girls to suck him harder, take him deeper, he’d sure like to see it. Holy shit. Steve was turned on by this. Holy shit. Holy shit.

“Uhmmm, sorry dude, haha, you know how it is sometimes – has a life all of its own, damn thing.”

Steve stutters lamely, eyes darting all over, anywhere but on Eddie, and Eddie relishes in the relief of his own humiliation seeping out of him while Steve picked up the slack. It was pretty sadistic of him, he had to admit, but he just couldn’t care – all of his insecurity, all the fear of losing Steve (though he couldn’t be certain of the others) had melted away entirely. Right now, he was riding the high, the suggestion of what this wonderful discovery meant for the both of them. He continued to grin, beaming so brilliantly the Cheshire Cat would be put to shame.

“I get you, Harrington. Guy problems, am I right, big boy?”

Though he blushed at the nickname (perhaps slightly more poignant than Eddie had originally intended), Steve seemed to buy it. Eddie wanted to laugh but held back. Poor Steve. He was truly, utterly adorable, especially in this frazzled state. Eddie couldn’t wait to tease him for the rest of allergy season, genuinely starting to look forward to it for the first time in his life.

“R-right. Um, I’m gonna, go tell the others you’re okay – they were worried – and, we’ll wait for you.”

Steve stood (erection flagging noticeably, Eddie observed), and put a shaking hand on Eddie’s shoulder before squeezing it gently. He cast a quick glance at Eddie over his shoulder on the way out, and then he was gone.

Eddie sat for a moment, collecting his thoughts and calming himself as much as he could in an attempt to settle his own reciprocal erection that Steve had (thankfully) missed. He splashed his face with water, sneezed a few more times, and after a long moment of deliberation, decided to take the extra medication. As much as he would like to monitor Steve’s reaction to his lingering sneezes, they would be surrounded by their friends – most of whom were literal children – and he didn’t trust himself to contain his own reaction, giddy as this most arousing confirmation had made him. It would be better for all involved if he passed out, in the end.

Eventually, he made his way back to the living room, where he was showered with copious concerned comments and playful jabs at his expense. He was still relatively embarrassed, but the genuine affection he felt radiating from every person in the room mollified him almost entirely. Things were really going to be ok. Feeling soft and mushy, he took his seat next to Steve and welcomed the sleep that not even the screams of the kids on the floor, enthralled by the demonic antics of ‘The Return of the Living Dead’, could shake him from. He dozed, peacefully, anchored by the warmth of Steve’s thigh as it pressed up against his own.

#s/tranger t/hings #nametakenfic #snz kink #sneezefic #sneeze kink #snz fet #snzblr #snzfucker

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simothys · 5 months ago

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ik you rb'd these a few days ago but if you still wanna answer some: 17 for whoever tickles your fancy 👀

i rb'd it a few days ago when u asked this, then didnt get to it for ages, so.. whoops! tysm for asking :D i am now finally getting to it fjsnfn

17. Does your OC have an enemy? What happened between them? Is it mutual or one-sided? Is it petty or serious? Is one party seeking revenge? Does one person want the other dead or are they content to hate them from afar?

OH GOOD YOUVE GIVEN ME AN EXCUSE TO DISCUSS AN OC IM STILL MAKING: AGNES. i dont know her vibe fully, moreso the pitch. in a setting thats modern fantasy vibes, kinda on the edge of a national park in the states. shes a fey creature who, by extension of being fey, is in fact federally protected. this does not change that the butch park ranger (who is messily divorced & desperately misses her ex wife)(who is my sweetheart @dumpstermaster 's OC) does NOT like her. Agnes a menace and looks like the stereotype of rural (usually white) women who smoke. flip flops, bedazzled shirts that still has maybe 1 or 2 of the rhinestones, hair that was bleached nicely at some point maybe, tattoos, belly button piercing, etc. im describing at least 2 of my friends moms from high school but idk if its actually a widespread vibe, i think it is??

anyways Hank (the park ranger) is not fond of her. Agnes doesnt really give a shit. she even likes Hank! but she wont fuck with her. not cuz she doesnt want to - it would be fun! but cuz there's bigger creatures in the woods than her that've claimed Hank. so she's good, actually. she'll pass

it is absolutely petty. Agnes is just rude & a literal trickster spirit, and Hank hasn't had a singular good day in the past 15-20 years, plus the stick up his ass isn't helping matters.

#ask #ask meme #agnes #<- don't have a better tag for her rn #i should tag this setting too but i dont know what to call it either lmao #THANK UUUU #i like to thank people who send me asks w their name but i always gotta check to make sure i Know the Name Right. im like 'ok i think i-#-know this one its—' ah. not listed #so im NOT guessing if i have it right gjdncnf

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montdargent · 7 months ago

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mid-year book tag

tagged by @pinkasrenzo

1. Best Book You’ve Read So Far in 2024? going postal, by terry pratchett. another discworld book, no one is surprised 🐢🐘🥏

2. Best Sequel You’ve Read So Far in 2024? technically going postal is a sequel. besides that, the dreaming vol. 4: waking hours, by willow wilson and nick robles

3. New Release You Haven’t Read Yet, But Want To? the chalice of the gods, by rick riordan because my percy jackson love has been revived

4. Most Anticipated Release For Second Half of 2024? heavenly tyrant, by xiran jay xhao (i would have said alecto the ninth but it doesn't have a release date yet! tamsyn!! i desperately need news)

5. Biggest Disappointment? i haven't been disappointed much by any books. but i guess i was hoping to like the first two installments of the dead boy detectives series more than i did

6. Biggest Surprise? piranesi, by susanna clarke. from the (very) little i knew of it i thought it would be more abstract and confusing and although it was that at times, i got really into it after the first 1/4 of the book and ended up absolutely loving it!

7. Favorite New Author? ryoko kui. dungeon meshi was the first manga i ever read, i devoured (!) the series in two weeks and it took over my life. she changed the way i look at so many things, especially certain fantasy tropes and characters and her art style tickles my brain so goood

8. Newest Favorite Character? murderbot from the murderbot diaries series by martha wells. it's so funny and tragic and i would love to sit and watch trashy media with it any day

9. Newest Fictional Crush? heather after from waking hours i just need one chance please! ❤❤❤

💕Best Ship💕 disaster bisexual triad wu zetian/li shimin/gao yizhi from iron widow. more heroines should get two boyfriends who are also boyfriends with each other i think. for the culture

10. Book That Made You Cry? i don't think i cried but i came close at many points in the dungeon meshi series, especially the end

11. Book That Made You Happy? dungeon meshi world guide: the adventurer's bible, by ryoko kui. let's bring back world compendiums for fantasy books i love that shit so much! show me all the character lore and worldbuilding and "useless" deatails you could't fit into the main story!

12. Favorite Book Adaptation You Saw This Year? for adaptations of books i have actually read, dungeon meshi (shocker). otherwise, interview with the vampire (s2 was so good it rewired my brain)

13. Favorite Review You’ve Written This Year? i don't write reviews but i did gush extensively about dungeon meshi on a discord server

14. Most Beautiful Cover? dungeon meshi: volume 11, by ryoko kui but honestly the all the covers for the series are works of art

15. What Books Do You Need To Read By The End of The Year? i still have 7 on my list for the reading challenge i'm doing. but i also intend to finally finish the discworld series

#discworld #dungeon meshi #the sandman #percy jackson #dead boy detectives #iron widow #piranesi #murderbot diaries #iwtv

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destinyimage · 9 months ago

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4 Pitfalls of Charismatic Movement: A Prophetic Call to Reignite Your Spiritual Fire

They can kill ministry faster than the combined fury of a moral scandal, an IRS audit, and investigation by 60 Minutes.

Like massive blood loss, these people can inflict a drowsy death. Their effect is the same as the black holes of deep space that suck up everything around them. They will use up a ministry, a leader, and even a move of God.

I call them “high-maintenance/low-impact converts.” Because of them, pastors dare not preach past noon. They are the reason leaders burn out. These “preemies” demand constant care and yield nothing in the way of service. In many Charismatic churches, leaders are neglecting prayer, evangelism, and vision as they blindly try to counsel, entertain, and lend life support to this group that never seems to grow out of danger.

They are born arrogant and weak. Imagine the combination! This breed is the product of the 1980s theological genetic engineering. They have never felt the sting of repentance and, therefore, have never experienced true resurrection.

Since they are born with an inflated sense of self-importance, they interpret every Scripture and define every experience from a “What can it do for me” attitude.

They boast of great authority, but they crumble at the first wave of adversity. They know of all their biblical rights, but none of their responsibilities.

To tickle their ears, leaders have endowed them with disastrous misconceptions—victory is no longer a matter of contending but escaping and avoiding pain. They wage war in a “Sesame Street” fantasy world and dismiss any challenge of life with the collective cry of, “I don’t receive that!”

High-maintenance/low-impact types run the gamut. They range from the cold, nominal Charismatic whose murky concept of God’s love rationalizes drinking, occasional indiscretion, feeble worship, and sporadic church attendance—to the wild fire, commuter Charismatic who yells and froths at the mouth during “bless me, teach me” extravaganzas.

Their common bond is that they are users, not givers. Their fickleness has leaders in a panic and constantly running to keep them distracted. These brats call pastors at all hours for even trivial problems, until the leader finally collapses.

They have no thirst for depth, no long-term commitment, no faith beyond feeling, and no sense of mission to a hurting world. The thought of denying self to grow and be equipped to touch others is as beyond them as quantum physics.

Their unanimous condition is leanness of soul. This was the judgment of God on the Israelites in the wilderness. They soon forgot His works; they did not wait for His counsel, but lusted exceedingly in the wilderness, and tested God in the desert. And He gave them their request, and sent leanness into their soul (Psalm 106:13-15).

Modern Charisma stands guilty of those same four wilderness sins:

We forgot the miracles that birthed our movement.

We didn’t wait for His counsel.

We lusted in the wilderness.

We were finally given our request, but produced converts with leanness of soul.

The current crop of Christians, garbed in their high-sounding confessions of power, are critically lean of soul.

There is no foundation to build a soldier. The normal immune system that fends off disease is missing. For all their confident boasts, these “weakened warriors” dare not wander beyond the barracks. True combat would be their immediate undoing.

Worse yet, because they are the darlings of our movement, we don’t see their destructive impact.

We see ministries stagnating and leaders know they are exhausted. America is not listening to us anymore. Our sermons, which are largely harmless talks, are continually being crafted and tooled into even less threatening self-help talks that further foment egotistic Charisma.

To be sure, we pray! But at the same time, we blame the devil and accuse the secular humanists. The American church has come to believe that the lack of money is the root of all evil. We frantically search for the cause of our depletion, while right under our nose this “parasite” attitude consumes all that is precious.

The 1980s Message that Created High-Maintenance/Low-Impact Converts

Millions of people rushed into the Pentecostal/ Charismatic Movement from the late 1960s to the mid-1980s.

We were an innocent, compelling phenomenon. I was in Los Angeles during what must be remembered by many as a “golden age.” It was 1969, and in the Shrine Auditorium, Jesus wrought astounding miracles by the hand of Kathryn Kuhlman, evangelist and “faith healer.” Every month for a decade, it was standing room only! What a presence of God followed that woman! These were meetings with violent miracles in an atmosphere of dignity. Now we have violent meetings, but few miracles. All who believe today that they have inherited her mantle should be quiet! There are still many of us who remember her anointing.

David Wilkerson was preaching at the Melodyland Theatre every month at this same time. He spoke as a prophet to the lost youth of Los Angeles. There were nights when 1,000 souls were mightily converted. The conviction that accompanied his preaching was thick and wonderful. It seemed the whole of Southern California was swirling with outreach, power, and an infectious simplicity and joy.

But this charged atmosphere was by no means limited to Los Angeles. Similar reports of power covered America.

The preaching of that time was demanding. The sinner was accosted by love and fire and directed to change now and change totally.

Against the backdrop of power and glory, preachers could be demanding. Obeying God in this atmosphere seemed reasonable; radical change followed automatically.

As stated before, every revival movement reaches a point where original fire wanes to a flicker. What is done at this time is crucial to the future of this awakening.

What we should have done was to repent and to plead for the fire to be restored. My contention is that, like Samson, we “knew not that the Spirit of God” had left so many of our projects (see Judges 16:20).

Healthy awakenings change the secular culture around them. Weakened movements begin to absorb surrounding cultural trappings.

The message we began to preach in the 1980s was born of double panic—dwindling crowds and the need to compete with American greed.

Too many of our leaders were intimidated by the selfishness of the 1980s. They began preaching as revelation a message that was nothing more than “scripturized Wall Street.” Back then, the infection was believing that you can have it all and get it without effort. A nation gorged itself on pleasure without responsibility; excellence without exertion; and expression without restraint.

What this lie did to America is beyond calculation. The family is a war-ravaged refugee; the public school system is a nightmare; the USA is so violent that few nations on earth approach her potential for mayhem.

Many ‘80s preachers will answer to God, not only for not rebuking that insane decade, but also for perpetuating the madness.

Here is a distillation of the teaching that lured an entire generation into a synthetic faith:

God wants you to have it all now.

You are instant royalty and, therefore, immediately entitled to authority, power gifts, and profuse blessing.

Don’t let Satan rob you of your joy, finances, or anything.

Rebuke adversity; don’t receive it.

Now observe the basic tenets of early Charismatic/Pentecostals:

You have been snatched from eternal damnation to show forth the praises of Him who called you out of darkness.

Your body belongs to Jesus; be a living sacrifice. This is reasonable service because you were bought with a price. Crucify the works of the flesh daily.

The baptism of the Holy Spirit has been given to you to be a witness and to fulfill the great commission.

Live modestly, vigilantly, and in constant prayer and fellowship because of end-time darkness and because your true reward will be in Heaven.

When you contrast these two sets of values, it is easy to see what kind of person each produces.

One is selfish, turned inward, looking for more candy from God. The other is sober, gratefully serving Jesus as Lord, and strong in faith.

One is addicted to feelings and flattering leaders. The other is low maintenance, standing in God and reproducing other strong disciples who are ready to turn the world upside down.

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danplansfwtickle-blog0 · 10 months ago

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ill have these questions answered as if danplan characters are answering them!

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1. What’s your favorite tickle tool? (added: to use against)

Daniel: ill use anything against my friends, just as long as its very affective and it irritates them, especially stephen.

2. Favorite Ler? (Tag them if you dare~)

Annabelle: i don't know, its hard to choose...hmm ill say daniel, he can be a load of fun!

3. Favorite Lee? (Tag them to call them out~)

Stephen: keep this in between us, although its obvious, but its always gonna be hosuh

4. Opinion on blindfolds/restraints? Why or why not?

Jay: not into them, too much for me to handle

5. A spot that gets you squealing?

Hosuh: .... 0///0 umm, m-my neck....

6. How long do you estimate you could last before calling mercy?

jay: a short while probably, it doesn't take a lot, but if i was nervous before hand, then id call it before anything would even happen..*timid giggling*

7. Ever have tickle fantasies?

Stephen: ....no comment..

8. Why did you make your tickle blog?

ME: because i want to share my special interest combined with my favorite youtuber of all time, danplan! and hope that people will find it just as entertaining as me and a friend does! also because i wanna see danplan in a new light such as a wholesome topic, such as the TK community on tumbler, originally i was gonna have it happen in wattpad but found tumbler more interesting instead and had finally found my place here! im happy about it whole heartedly <3

9. Does anyone irl know of your interests?

ME: no, im way too uneasy about sharing it :(

10. Can you say the t-word?

Daniel, Stephen and Jay: yes.

Hosuh and Annabelle: no.

11. Verbal teases, yes or no and why?

Daniel: yes..no......maybe...

12. Upper body tickles or lower body tickles?

Hosuh, Daniel and stephen: upper body.

Jay and Annebelle: lower body.

13. Neck or ear tickles?

Jay: ears

14. Pinned on your back, or your stomach?

Stephen: its easier to shoot glares of hatred into the person who's torturing you on your back, back for sure.

15. What do you love about the lees you know?

Daniel: stephen and jay, they get annoyed with me everytime, i love their hatred haha

16. What do you love about the lers you know?

Hosuh: stephen told me to keep this a secret between us but im gonna break a promise just answer, he pampers me afterwards and gives most of the affectionate playful attention to me.

Annebelle: jay is very gentle with me when he knows that the moment calls for it and on the other hand we end up get in a game of cat and mouse, our fav part when were in a good mood, sometimes its a game of hide and seek <3

17. Feathers or Paint Brushes?

Daniel, stephen, jay and annabelle: feathers.

Hosuh: paint brushes, for art reasons.

18. How long have you known about your interests in the community?

ME: not too sure, probably over a year since i have been here for that long pretty much? thats my guess.

19. What’s your favorite way to be tickled? (As in provoked, teased into asking, etc.)

Annabelle, Stephen and Jay: provoked.

Hosuh and Daniel: teased through body language and facial expressions, its more tense that way.

20. Are you/Do you like Polite Lees or Bratty Lees? (Asking for tickles vs Pissing someone off for tickles)

Stephen: im obviously bratty, idiot *eye roll* but i do love to irritate hosuh every now and then *cocky smirk*

Hosuh: polite lees, even though stephen is cleary fun to tease when hes upset :)

Jay: bratty, too fun to pursue such as ann, sometimes i pursue her even when shes having a little bit of a bad day, just to lighten her mood.

(i did my best on this T-T)

#sfw tickling community #danplan #danplantickling #actually stephen #stephen #hosuh #plan3 #oddjayalter #jay #daniel

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tinylightningfics · 10 months ago

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Spin Update

Chapter 15 has taken me months to write and I'm sorry to anyone waiting. I had such bad writer's block after taking an unplanned break from it (work was ridiculously busy) and the timing couldn't have been worse -- considering it's the final arch of the story and I want to get it RIGHT.

It's getting there though, slowly but surely. I'm not even sure if anyone is still interested anymore but I owe it to myself (and them to finish it).

To anyone who is waiting: please accept some Ferdie pining...

It was Saturday night — technically eighteen minutes into Sunday morning — and Ferdinand was flitting around his room with the kind of nervous excitement he hadn’t felt since his teens. It would be around eight twenty where Hubert was waking and Ferdinand could picture him vividly; all wild hair and dark circles. Stumbling to the nearest coffee supply and primed to eviscerate anyone impeding his fix.

Four long weeks had passed since Ferdinand stood shivering outside Hubert’s apartment, a lump in his throat as he watched Hubert and his driver load luggage into a car. Too self-conscious to invite himself to the airport, yet not cool enough to have stayed home as they’d agreed. Plumes of condensation rising into the crisp morning air as Hubert stepped over to him, tugging at his coat with a strained smile. Their noses brushing before a soft press of lips melted into a heartfelt goodbye.

It had been on the tip of Ferdinand’s tongue then. When Hubert pushed his curls aside and looked at Ferdinand with the full force of his green eyes. When he squeezed Ferdinand’s hand and dropped a kiss to Ferdinand’s left cheek. As he sighed and checked his phone, muttering an agreement to the driver and commencing his typical routine of patting every pocket. Even as Hubert climbed into the backseat and adjusted his jeans. When the door slammed shut and they waved to one another through darkened glass. Ferdinand thought, over and over: I will miss you.

And every day since, it held true. In spite of the regular contact. In spite of the daily updates, and the flirting, and the book recommendations. The exchange of work woes, Hubert’s latest culinary discoveries and Ferdinand’s new favourite memes. The flirting, the teasing, and the pictures. The vivid fantasies divulged across innumerable voice messages and gratifying video calls. None of it was enough. None of it changed the fact that Hubert was on another continent and Ferdinand hadn’t touched him for over thirty days.

It made his chest ache to think of all the things he’d taken for granted. The morning tickle of curls against his neck and the shock of ice between his calves. The way they slotted together on Hubert’s sofa, Hubert’s chin resting on his neck with one arm wrapped around his waist. The smell of citrus and sandalwood. Freshly ground coffee and waterlily detergent.

They said that absence made the heart grow fonder, but no one ever talked about the torture of it all. The humiliation. To have butterflies, at thirty-three. In anticipation of a video call, of all things. It was a mortifying secret Ferdinand would take to his grave.

#writing is hard #throwing my woes into the ether #snippet

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xpiester333x · 1 year ago

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So I didn't beat every game I intended to play in 2023 but what did I play?

Not nearly as much as last year but I've had a great year with games so here is the list that I played this year, and my quick reviews.

1. Persona 5 Royal (x3 cause I had to 100% it): I don't think I need to elaborate on this one. This game has me in its CLUTCHES - 10000/10

2. Persona 5 Strikers: Great game, really played like a sequel and felt pretty true to the original game despite being a spin off - 8/10

3. Theatrhythm: I put an embarrassing amount of time into rhythm games this year and put an especially embarrassing amount of time into this game in just a month - 10/10

4. Persona 5 Tactica: I enjoyed this more than I expected to, lots of cute moments and I enjoyed the original characters quite a bit - 7/10

5. Persona 5 Dancing in Starlight : I put an even more embarrassing amount of time playing this game - 9/10

6. Persona 4 Dancing All Night: Of all my rhythm games I played this one the least because I liked the QoL changes to the newer games but I still played it more than I want to disclose - 9/10

7. Persona 3 Dancing in Moonlight: By far the best Persona dancing game strictly because the music from all the various P3 iterations (something I wish P5 had gotten) - 10/10

8. Shin Megami Tensei 3 (not finished): Definitely one I need to come back and finish this coming year. I was having a blast playing it, I just happened to get drowned in a million other games

9. Final Fantasy XVI: In any other year, it would have been my GOTY. It was truly one of my favorites this year. I'm dying to replay it and I really need to dive into that DLC - 8.5/10

10. Borderlands: Crazy how well this game has held up over the years. The last time I played a Borderlands game (2) I didn't have the best time but I've had so much fun with this one that it's redeemed the franchise - 10/10

11. Persona Q (not finished): I got 15h into this and loved every second of it and then it exploded in my 3DS, dead forever, and I'm sad - 9/10

12. Persona Q2: Like SMT3, I need to finish this because I REALLY loved this game, but it just fell to the wayside because of other games - 10/10 so far

13. Breath of the Wild: I bought this game on a socially awkward whim (funny story) and it was pretty fun but tbh it wasn't as fantastic as people made it sound - 7/10

14. Baldur's Gate 3 (not finished but God will I ever be? I'm 60 hours into it and still in act 1): absolutely deserved GOTY. A fantastic game, incredibly in depth, given constant love and updates from its devs, a quality voice cast, just absolutely a blast so far - 10/10 so far

15. Solasta: A less good example of a DnD styled game. Playing it with a group of friends currently and its not horrible but it doesn't look good when you log off BG3 and on to this - 6/10

16. Catherine (not finished): Absolutely going to finish this either this month or early 2024. I'm about half way through and what an experience. Can't even explain it - 9/10 (loses a point for making me feel dumb)

17. Persona 3 Portable: Great game, FemC, but also it's age def shows and that Tartarus grind is not so fun in the year 2023 - 8/10

18. I'm On Observation Duty 6: My life is more complete for having this game come this year. I love the Observation Duty games (but this one is HARD) - 9/10

19. Sea of Stars (not finished): I will be finishing this one in the near future. It absolutely deserved Indie GOTY, it's very good - 8/10

20. Cult of the Lamb: I played this off and on between other games. It's a fun simple little game that tickles that cute/horror itch - 8/10

21. Gris (mostly finished): I have like one level left. This game is visually stunning, the soundtrack is very peaceful - 8/10

22. Persona 4 Golden (replay): I wanted to 100% it and failed lmao (missed ONE achievement). But that's okay, it's always worth the replay - whatever I rated it last year

23. Core Keeper: Honestly a true alternative to Terraria. Played it with my friends, enjoyed digging a hole and dying to bugs - 8/10

24. Harvestella: I honestly still gush about this game daily. It was so enjoyable and I could gush more but read one of my past gushes - 8.5/10

25. Monument Valley: Super unique and fun perspective puzzle that was very worth the $.99 I paid for it on sale - 8/10

26. Monument Valley 2: See above, but sequel - 8/10

27. Inscryption: There is truly no game like Incryption. I hate to make the pretentious statement "it's more than a game, it's an experience" but it's kind of true. It's an experience, with cool game play - 9/10

28. Penko Park: This game spoke to me with it's aesthetics and it's monsters and its collecting - 7/10

#easy as pie #pie plays #last year was the year of more games #this year was the year of long games #and persona 5 #next year?#who knows #also everything got pretty good ratings but as my friend said when he did his rankings #i picked them to play so i was probably going to like them

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running-on-rants · 2 years ago

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Mental Health🏥: A Real Life Fever👹 Dream🏆

We all look for the meaning of life🤔🧐; people explore and poke around in religion, college, Corporate America, and other cults to tickle their pickle🥒 and see what makes them feel gooey inside. The gooey feeling I am referring to is a fever dream fantasy of pure uninterrupted bliss, thus letting us or this coming-to-the-lightbulb individual being able to live in bliss. I once overheard a woman🙋‍♀️ say to a friend, “I think I’m addicted to stress.” and that shit was eye opening to me to say the least. I’ve dabbled and witnessed addictions to understand while it is mostly a curse, it is also a sweet apple🍎 of Eden that makes everything go black but you feel everything at the same time. Did I witness the savior known as middle-aged woman in Ugg Boots and Hanes Hoodie speak the hidden truth? Are we addicted to stress? And now I ask the question: can our world survive without stress🤬?

Mental health has become a big buzz‼️ word and way of life in the 2020’s. Not only do people of our time prioritize their mental health, but they wear it with borderline cringe pride like a Juicy Couture Sweatsuit💕 in the early 2000’s. People will call out sick and say it’s for a mental health day, something no one, myself included, would imagine having the balls to do back in 2018-2019. Nah, we would just lie and deny or actually be sick in order to use a sick day. I once worked with a girl who took a mental health day to nurse a break up💔. Meanwhile, one of my good friends worked on the day her cat died🪦. Life sometimes really does embody the white woman doing math🧮 meme when shit like this is your reality.

When society overhypes or emphasizes something, it makes you wonder where you fall on the scale⚖️. Social media promotes the message “it’s ok to not be ok”- this may in fact be an actual slogan somewhere real- but where does the line get drawn? Is there a line or is there a spiral🌀? (Spiral is ironic considering that’s what most people don’t want to be in- except me and Queen 👸Stress Addict) For example, one of the biggest components of positive mental health is pursuing interests that limit or downright avoid technology. But how would people know about our mental health if we don’t capture it through technology📱🖥️💻?

I have fallen into the TikTok algorithm of hot girl, yet approachable but not really, morning routine and these girls walk, talk, and film their healthy mental health cult habits. I saw one girl wake up around 7 am 🥱and she immediately starts the day washing her face and doing her manifestation. By 7:30 am she is stretching and ready for her exercise. Fast forward to 8:30 am where our mental health queen showers then makes some sort of smoothie bowl that looks like it would cost $15 in a juice press palace. Finally we arrive to 9:30 am where she dives into her work and in between squeezes 💃in time to journal. While I respect and admire this nailed down and Tumblr-eque aesthetic✨, I can’t help but respectfully say, “Na.” I say na because I am overwhelmed at the thought of me doing all of those things before noon and letting my bowels💩 and coffee settle. When did life HAVE to be so busy? Where did the days go of peace and tranquility without actually doing things🪑 (especially the mornings)? Life to me is a balance of stress and peace. I like to set up goals and push myself, but there are limits to my bandwidth and willingness to get out of bed. And while I love the fuck out of being healthy, I also love knowing who I am and doing the things that make me feel good (regardless of the norms and social media propaganda). And to love myself I have to do the bare minimum of exercising, eating healthy, walking outside, dodge technology for a bit, yada, yada, yada. Oy, it’s a full time job to be a human without being paid 🤑to be alive. Where’s my Sims controller when I need her 👩‍💻(ain’t no fucking way is a man controlling me in a simulation)?

#girl thoughts #ramblings #what is life #high thoughts #nyc #existentialism

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glorioustidalwavedefendor · 1 year ago

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"It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents--except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agi

--Edward George Bulwer-Lytton, Paul Clifford (1830) An international literary parody contest, the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest honors the

memory of Victorian novelist Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton (1803-1873).

The goal of the contest is simple: entrants are challenged to submit bad opening sentences to imaginary novels.

Although best known for The Last Days of Pompeii (1834), which has been made into a movie three times and originated the expression "the pen is mightier than the sword," and phrases like "the almighty dollar," Bulwer-Lytton opened his novel Paul Clifford (1830) with the immortal words that the Peanuts beagle Snoopy plagiarized for years, "It was a dark and stormy night."

Recent Winning Entries

Winner: Grand Prize

"Hmm . . ." thought Abigail as she gazed languidly from the veranda past the bright white patio to the cerulean sea beyond, where dolphins played and seagulls sang, where splashing surf sounded like the tintinnabulation of a thousand tiny bells, where great gray whales bellowed and the sunlight sparkled off the myriad of sequins on the flyfish's bow ties, "time to get my meds checked."

Winner: Adventure

Leopold looked up at the arrow piercing the skin of the dirigible with a sort of wondrous dismay -- the wheezy shriek was just the sort of sound he always imagined a baby moose being beaten with a pair of accordions might make.

Winner: Children's Literature

Joanne watched her fellow passengers - a wizened man reading about alchemy; an oversized bearded man-child; a haunted, bespectacled young man with a scar; and a gaggle of private school children who chatted ceaselessly about Latin and flying around the hockey pitch and the two-faced teacher who they thought was a witch - there was a story here, she decided.

Winner: Fantasy Fiction

"Toads of glory, slugs of joy," sang Groin the dwarf as he trotted jovially down the path before a great dragon ate him because the author knew that this story was a train wreck after he typed the first few words.

Winner: Science Fiction

Timothy Hanson, Commander of the 43rd Space Regiment in the 52nd Battalion on board the USAOPAC (United Space Alliance Of Planets Attack Carrier) and second in command to Admiral L. R. Morris of the USAOP Space Command, awoke early for breakfast.

Winner: Western

Nobody knew just who the steely-eyed stranger was, where he came from, where he was headed, or what his intentions were while he was in Dodge City; but he wasn't an hombre you'd want to stick your tongue out at or flip off, and any man who tried to tickle him would be asking for a long stay in a pine box, if you know what I mean.

Other categories include Detective Fiction, Romance, Vile Puns, Purple Prose, Historical Fiction, and Spy Fiction.

Official Rules

 Each entry must consist of a single sentence but you may submit as many entries as you wish.

 Sentences may be of any length BUT WE STRONGLY RECOMMEND THAT ENTRIES NOT GO BEYOND 50 OR 60 WORDS, and entries must be "original" (as it were) and previously unpublished.

 Surface mail entries should be submitted on index cards, the sentence on one side and the entrant's name, address, and phone number on the other.

 The official deadline is April 15.

 Wild Card Rule: Resist the temptation to work with puns like "It was a stark and dormy night."

 Finally, in keeping with the gravitas, high seriousness, and general bignitude of the contest, the grand prize winner will receive . . . a pittance. Send your entries to: Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest Department of English San Jose State University San Jose, CA 95192-0090 Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest. March 2008. San Diego State University. 15 October 2008. [http://www.bulwer-lytton.com].

Midnight Pals: Opening Line

JK Rowling: hello children Rowling: i have excellent newssss Rowling: the british people have decided that harry potter hassss the greatesssst opening line of all time Poe: King: Barker: Lovecraft: Koontz: Rowling: jussst a real top opening line Rowling: a real banger

Barker: oh yeah? is that right? Poe: clive Barker: no no no let's hear this Barker: so what is the opening line of harry potter Rowling: itsss Rowling: Rowling: itsss a really good line Barker: haha she doesn't remember Rowling: I DO REMEMBER

Rowling: the opening line of harry potter isss Rowling: issss Rowling: Barker: haha she forgot the line Rowling: I DID NOT FORGET THE LINE Rowling: Rowling: sssomeone get me the book

Rowling: but you know what'sss better than the firssst line in harry potter? the firssst line in cormorant ssstrike Rowling: whenever cormorant sssstrike isn't around, people should be asssking where'sss cormorant ssstrike? Barker: nobody's gonna be asking that

Rowling: the british public hasss chosen harry potter as the best opening line ever! Rowling: [gazing thoughtfully out window, into the night] now sssomeday Rowling: ssomeday the british public will read a sssecond book Rowling: but rejoicccce becaussse today iss not that day!

Poe: does anyone actually remember the first line in harry potter King: i think it was something like "in a hole lived a harry potter" Poe: i don't know about that Barker: no that definitely sounds right Barker: that's definitely it

Rowling: the british public hasss once again vindicated me! Rowling: the people who made mushy peasss and kidney pie their national dish have once again proven their impeccable tassste!

Rowling: this alssso meansss i'm right about the transs Rowling: the british public isss on board with my final ssolution Poe: whoa uh Poe: i don't think that follows, joanne Rowling: maybe you weren't lissstening edgar Rowling: GREATEST. OPENING. LINE. OF ALL TIME!

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yeetusthedeetus · 4 years ago

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Prompto Tickle Headcanons

- The cutest little sunshine boy

- Noct has his eye on him

- Stupidly ticklish

- Like... Is there anywhere he isn't ticklish?

- Worst spot is by far his tummy. Like - no contest.

- Also likes to throw himself to the floor

- You poke him and he just falls straight to Hell its hilarious

- Noctis absolutely takes advantage of this and they have major tickle fights but Prompto always loses

- He always convinces himself that he'll win next time

- There's been about 200 Next Times so far and he still hasn't won

- Majorly Lee, can ler but prefers not to

- Bubbliest laugh ever oh my god

- Cannot take teases, he just goes so red its adorable

- Ticklish hips, which are even cuter because of the stretch marks

- You trace them and he goes all blushy but shy and it's just adorable

- Absolutely gets manhandled when tickled he's so little it's so easy for Gladio to just sling him over one shoulder

- Tag teamed by Gladio and Noctis all the time

- The three of them have three way tickle fights while Ignis is cooking

- The only way Prompto gets a reprieve is if he can somehow get Ignis into the brawl as Noct's brattiness can't resist besting his advisor

- So he just rolls away while Noct turns his attention to Iggy and Gladio let's him because someone needs to watch the Anak steaks while Ignis is indisposed

- Has to watch out for minor passive-aggression the next day bc Iggy is Not Happy

- Lots of giggles

- All the giggles

- Unrelated to tickling but his love for chocobos he's such a summer child I 🥺🥺

#tickling #final fantasy 15 #ffxv tickling #ffxv prompto #ffxv tickle #ffxv #tickle headcanons #tickle

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noctitty · 7 years ago

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#ffgraphics #Noctis Lucis Caelum #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #fish son!#fish for a better plot #every time i see this now i expect him to tickle my chin or something

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purple-babygirl · 4 years ago

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Hopefully Growing Masterlist

Please note that my content includes 18+ stuff, so if you're younger than 18 years old please do not interact with me or my posts for both your and my safety. Thank you! 💜

* = smut

Sebastian Stan

you're mine*: Mob!Sebastian doesn't like it when his baby girl smiles at other men.

her own galaxy: Sebastian's babygirl is an artist and he's her canvas.

Stackie

touch the sky: Fluff ft. Papa!Anthony Mackie

something lent*: Mob!Sebastian shares his puppy with mob!Anthony for a night.

Bucky Barnes

love is patient: No smut + excessive loving on Bucky.

fingers fantasy fulfilled*: If Bucky's doll wanted his metal fingers then that was exactly what she was going to get.

needy baby*: Bucky's little baby has a wet dream.

just another perfect day (Nonnie ask #1): A domestic blurb ft. daddy!Bucky.

dada, open up (Nonnie ask #2): Daddy!Bucky's little obsessed with feeding him from her plate.

chef daddy adventures (Nonnie ask #3): Daddy!Bucky dealing with a little who's a picky eater.

daddy's pretty (Aqua's ask #8): Bucky's little reflects on how beautiful Bucky is to her.

making daddy okay again (Nonnie ask #9): Bucky isn't being himself and his little attempts to help fix that.

for your sake: Mafia!Daddy!Bucky would do anything to keep his little angel, the one and only person he ever goes soft for, safe.

heavenly sweet: Chubby!Pâtissière!Daddy!Bucky teaching his baby to make pie.

of course you do: The one where reader braids Bucky's hair.

safe (Nonnie ask #11): Mafia!Daddy!Bucky's little gets attacked by an intruder and has to remain big to fight.

when period attacks (Nonnie ask #12): Daddy!Bucky comforting extra little little!reader when her period is being mean.

signature needed (Nonnie ask #13): Mafia!Daddy!Bucky lashes out on his little angel and has to find a way to make it up to her.

empty (Aqua ask #14)*: Bucky's little feels empty when Daddy's not filling her.

tickle time (Nonnie ask #15)*: Bucky's little being obsessed with him tickling her.

cozy and clingy (WW Nonnie ask #16): Mafia!Daddy!Bucky cozily chilling with his angel on a rainy day.

never too much (Nonnie ask #17): Daddy!Bucky stuffie shopping with his little.

no licking (Nonnie ask #18): Chubby!Pâtissier!Daddy!Bucky catches his little one licking the dough.

Teeny tiny blurb (Gracie's ask #19)*: Jealous!Mob!Daddy!Bucky Barnes fingering reader in front of the new boy who keeps checking her out.

all of you (Nonnie ask #20)*: Daddy!Bucky loves on his girl the way she deserves.

secretly a stuffie (Lil Liz ask #21): Chubby!Pâtissier!Daddy!Bucky is a stuffie according to his bonbon.

too hot (Lil Liz ask #22): Chubby!Pâtissier!Daddy!Bucky helps his little one out when she unknowingly bites into a chilli pepper.

falling for angel: (Nonnie ask #23): How Mafia!Bucky and his angel 'met'.

barefoot (Nonnie ask #24): Bucky's angel learns the hard way about the consequences of walking around with no shoes on.

officially daddy (Nonnie asks #25 & #26): the first time angel calls mafia!Bucky 'daddy'.

my bucky?: Bucky's angel finally sees the hidden side of him.

don't call me daddy: In a world where little are openly themselves, they volunteer to help and be helped by willing caregivers. In spite of himself, Bucky finds himself stuck with one and to keep the nagging away, he has to learn how to be around her with everything that that entails.

don't call me daddy II

don't call me daddy III

don't call me daddy IV

don't call me daddy V

perfect to me: Chubby!Bucky runs into his ex, who manages to mess with his head, bringing his insecurities to the surface again. His girl takes it upon herself to show him how perfect he is.

in the far corner of the forest I: For the longest time, the kingdom has used Bucky as their number one fighter, forcing him to win their wars for them. The only thing he asked for in return after he was done was that they give him a wife, and they did. They handed him the orphan he picked on a silver platter; it wasn't like anyone would miss her. It would've been perfect if she actually wanted to be there though.

in the far corner of the forest II

in the far corner of the forest III

in the far corner of the forest IV

in the far corner of the forest V*

in the far corner of the forest VI*

yours to hurt, yours to love*: They had a deal. She would surrender her control; he would take it. Love had no place in such a relationship, did it?

fallen: Steve thought Bucky falling out of that freight train was partially his fault. What if there was another unseen side to the story?

one with nature*: Fae Lord!Bucky lets the forest have a try at taking his captive girl apart.

SamBucky

learn to be careful*: Bucky's carelessness during a mission earns him punishment from reader and Sam.

broken rules*: Sam and Bucky's rules were not made to be broken and when they are, punishment ensues.

don't hide (Nonnie ask #4): Sam and Bucky's Little gets hurt and hides it from them.

unwanted (Nonnie ask #7): Sam and Bucky's Little runs away.

misunderstanding (WW Nonnie ask #10): Sam and Bucky have a fight and their little thinks it's over between them.

something lent*: Sharing is caring, no?

Stucky

daddy's best girl*: Uncle Steve just doesn't get how good Bucky's girl really is.

bratty angel (Nonnie ask #5): Bucky's little being bratty with Uncle!Steve when he's babysitting. Alternative ending (Nonnie ask #6).

Lee Bodecker

soft belly lovin'*: Reader's favourite sheriff gets insecure so she reassures him in her own way.

pinocchio*: Sheriff Lee Bodecker knows a lie when he hears one.

Ransom Drysdale

i own you*: Ransom bought himself a new toy and toys can't speak; they can't say no.

All dividers are by the beautifully talented: @firefly-graphics 💜

#masterlist #master list #purple writes

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taestefully-in-luv · 4 years ago

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Part I, no.15 kook please 💜

Pompt: “I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.”

Pairing: Jungkook x female reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, vaginal fingering, oral (Female receiving)

*sorry for any typos! enjoy:) And don't be shy, send me number and a member!*

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“One of these days y/n, you will just give in and admit you’re in love with me.” You want to wipe off Jungkook’s smug ass smile off his stupidly handsome face as he gazes at you, his arms crossed over his chest. You continue to ignore him though, dipping your chip into the dip.

“In your fucking dreams, Jeon.”

Ari is your best friend, she’s sweet, lovely and overall charming. Her brother though…not sweet, not lovely and maybe just fucking maybe a little charming. In his own weird way. You are more than used to his behavior towards you—he’s just your best friends annoying younger brother.

“Jungkook, why don’t you leave y/n alone?” Ari whines, “She’s going through something right now.”

Your eyes slide to Ari and you roll them, scoffing.

“I’m barely going through anything.” You huff out, “Sung-Ho can suck my dick.”

“He was your boyfriend of 6 months!” she tries to reason for you. “And he…”

“He what?” Jungkook cuts in, his voice serious. “Did he cheat on you? I knew that asshole was well, an asshole.” Jungkook starts getting worked up, his anger bubbling over.

“Chill dude.” You bring the chip to your lips. “The past is in the past.”

“It literally only happened last night…” Ari reasons again. “Anyway, the shower is free now y/n. Feel free to wash all that chlorine off your body!”

“Shall I join you?” Jungkook smirks and you hit his gut, causing him to groan. “Fine, fine.”

You make your way up the stairs and head towards the bathroom. Once inside you begin removing your swim suit and turning on the shower, the water starts off chilly but eventually warms up. You moan when you feel the hot water on your back, you dip your head back letting the water run through your hair and you feel grateful for the alone time. Sung-Ho cheated on you. You found out last night and came running to Ari’s arms, she held you as you sobbed and sobbed.

But today, you are stone cold. Trying to forget the very existence of your ex-boyfriend. How did you find out about him cheating on you? You heard it. You walked into his apartment and heard him fucking some chick in his bedroom. The sounds permanently in your mind.

You hurry with your shower, rinsing off before you are turning off the water. You grab your towel and begin drying off…you search the bathroom for your clothes when it hits you that you left them in Ari’s bedroom. Well, you’ll just make a run for it to her room, no harm no foul.

You leave the bathroom and begin walking towards Ari’s room when you hear a booming voice.

“I’m not leaving until I see her!” You know that voice. Your fucking ex.

“Sung-Ho, get out.” You hear Ari yell back, “Just go!”

You start to feel panicked…Sung-Ho is here? You are half way to her room when you decide you cannot do this. You cannot face him. In panic, you rush to the next closest room. You quietly make your way inside, shutting the door behind you.

You hear Sung-Ho say “Did you hear that?” and you decide you need to hide. You run to the bed and throw back the covers and slip inside the bed, bringing the blanket over your mostly wet body. You realize this is a horrible hiding place but maybe if he comes in here he will think it’s someone else just sleeping. Or something.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opens. You feel your heart begin to race, you swear anyone from a 25 mile radius can probably hear it thumping so loudly. You try to hold your breath, not ready to face this situation. You slam your eyes shut and breathe in and out, in and out. Then…the blanket is being lifted off your body, your wet body that is hardly being covered by this sorry of an excuse towel.

“I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.”

Your eyes shoot up and you see Jungkook standing, basically hovering over your body with his arms crossed over his chest. He has the most shit eating grin as his eyes scan your body.

“I’m wearing a towel…” you mumble lamely and he nods his head mockingly.

“I knew this would happen eventually y/n, but maybe not like this.” Jungkook smirks, gesturing towards your body.

“Shut up, Jeon.” You sit up, grabbing the top of the towel and try to slide it up higher, covering more of your breasts. Jungkook’s eyes you shamelessly, his smirk only growing. You take a deep breath and look at him with a frown.

“My ex is here so I’m hiding.” You admit, “Let me live.”

Jungkook’s smirk begins to fade as he processes your words, his eyes hardening.

“That asshole is here?”

“Yeah. So can you keep it down?” You usher for him to quiet down, your hands gesturing for him to lower his volume.

“Ari told me exactly what happened.” He says quietly. “Instead of lowering our volume we could…raise it.” He finishes with raised brows and a sly smile forming.

“W-What do you mean, Jungkook?”

“You heard him with another girl.” He sits down on the edge of the bed, “What if he hears you with another guy?” his fingers dance up your arm and you shiver. You aren’t sure if it’s because you’re kind of wet and he has his ceiling fan rotating in cold circles or because it’s Jungkook. And he sometimes makes you feel a certain way you would rather forget.

“You want me to get revenge?” you whisper shout, “You’re ridiculous.”

“Don’t you want him to feel what you felt?” Jungkook slides his fingers down your arm, until he’s playing with your fingertips. “I can help you with that.”

“How…how would you help with that?” you ask, feigning innocence.

You know how he could help with that. This wouldn’t be the first time you and Jungkook have messed around. Before you started dating Sung-Ho, you and Jungkook may have accidentally drunkenly hooked up after Ari went to sleep one time. Whoops.

“He probably isn’t used to the sound of you coming…but maybe he should hear it.” Jungkook’s eyes meet yours, they’re playful and scheming and you can’t help but fall for his charm.

“You think you could make me come?” you challenge, “How would you go about that?”

“How about I just show you?” He gently pushes you back by the shoulder, laying you down on his bed, your head falling on his pillow.

“This is just for revenge, Jeon.” You breathe out roughly, anticipating his next move.

He nods his head dramatically. “Oh, for sure.” He says with a smirk. “Revenge only.”

Then his hands are at the towel and he’s slowly unwrapping it from your body, revealing your wet, naked form.

“Fuck.” Jungkook whines, “I have fucked my hand thinking about this view again.”

“You’ve thought about me?” you play dumb, “In your fantasies, what do you do first?”

Jungkook crawls over your body and starts kissing down your neck, his lips tickling your sensitive skin.

“Kiss your body.” He admits weakly. “Over and over.” His lips find your collarbone, he sucks on the skin until he continues until his lips are wrapped around you left nipple, his hand massaging your other breast.

“Kiss all the way down.” He whispers, “Until you’re screaming for me.”

“Ari is going to hear…” you realize, your breathe quick and short.

“Mostly importantly your nobody ex is going to hear.” He kisses down your stomach, his lips traveling lower and lower. Then his face is hovering over your pussy, he darts his tongue out and looks up at you.

“Sweet, sweet revenge.” Then his face is buried between yours legs, licking a strip from your hole to your clit causing you to groan in satisfaction that you finally feel him. He starts licking you over and over, flicking his tongue just right. You squirm in your spot on his bed, your loud moans escaping your parted lips.

“Ah….” You whine, “Fingers too, please.” You begin to beg and Jungkook smirks into your pussy. He brings his hand to your center and enters one then two fingers inside your desperate hole.

“Two is all you get.”

“Ugh, one more, please.”

“I said, two is all you get.” He repeats, thrusting his fingers in and out of you.

“Such a….such a fucking brat, Jeon.” You gasp when he curls his fingers and they brush against a sensitive spot. “Need your mouth.” You beg and he digs back in, his tongue assaulting your bundle of nerves. His warm, wet, slippery tongue is setting you over the edge, your moans filling his ears, filling the room, filling the house. His tongue and fingers fuck you so well, it reminds you of the first time you hooked up with him, how he gave you his full attention.

“So close, Jungkook.” You whine, wrapping your legs around his head. Squeezing him tight as he finally adds in that third finger.

“Gonna-Gonna come.” You warn him, you feel your body tense and get lit on fucking fire as your orgasm approaches.

“Jungkook!” You scream out his name as a huge wave of pleasure washes over you as he continues to lick you up, you move your body around, feeling overly stimulated.

“Okay okay.” You sigh out, completely out of breath.

Jungkook kisses your inner thighs before he is rising from your body. “You were only a little loud.” He pouts, “Might have to fuck you so he can really hear.”

Your eyes widen before you are relaxing beneath him, you can’t help the smirk that draws itself on your face.

“Revenge, right baby?”

#ask game #prompts #jeon jungkook #bts #bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader

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hd-fan-fair · 4 years ago

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THE MASTERLIST OF H/D SEX FAIR 2020 FANWORKS

View the full list on [AO3] or under the cut below!

( Fanwork posted in chronological order by type )

ART

1. How hard can it be? (Digital Comic, Mature) Summary:

Harry and Draco have to stay over at their friends' places for a few weeks, since the renovation of the Grimmauld Place hadn't been completed by the time they were back from their honeymoon. That creates a slight issue with being intimate but the newlyweds are nothing if not creative...

2. Revelio! (Digital, Teen and Up) Summary:

It's that time of year again for Witch Weekly's annual charity event! By popular demand, this year they have prepared a calendar featuring the sexiest studs in the Wizarding World. Gracing the cover in style, the Hogwarts staff is represented by none other than DADA Professor Harry Potter and Potions Professor Draco Malfoy. Grab one before they're gone! Reserve your copy by owl today!

3. Handling Dragons (Digital, Teen and Up) Summary:

Harry brought over dragons to Hogwarts for a new Triwizard Tournament or for a class. Draco is hopelessly turned on by the resident Professor or Hogwarts Medic. Draco wants his dragon tickled by Harry. Unknown to him, Draco is the only dragon Harry wants to manhandle.

4. I plan on getting very wet. (Digital, Mature) Summary:

When they arrived at their private beach holiday, they didn't expect it to rain all the time. Oh well, boys can still find a way to have fun.

5. The Dragon's Boy (Digital Comic, Explicit) Summary:

Harry is chosen to be the next sacrifice to the dragon, but it turns out this dragon is interested in Harry for entirely different reasons.

6. The Art of Trust (Digital, Mature) Summary:

One piece of rope offers what Harry and Draco seek the most from each other.

7. (Intimidating) Brand New World (Digital Comic, Mature) Summary:

Draco's nervously perusing a sex shop for the first time when he sees a flash of dark hair across the store. He'd know it anywhere, but why is Potter here? And what on earth is in that box he's buying? Years of uptight parenting from his parents have left him woefully lacking in knowledge about his newfound interests. Potter's always been rather uncaring of public opinion, perhaps he could be the one to help Draco figure it all out...

ART & FIC

8. as much a light as a flame (6303, Explicit) Summary:

His mother paints a wolf on his chest, its eyes bracketing his heart, and its muzzle pointed towards his groin. His aunt fills in the spaces around his waist and ribs with symbols he's lost the meaning of in the wash of whatever plant had been mixed in with the steam. They move after her brush leaves his skin, turning from incomprehensible marks to his name to wolf to home to hunt and then back to misunderstanding again.

His legs are painted in patterned bands, starting from his ankles and ending at his upper thighs. His groin is left unmarked, the pale and empty skin meant to leave no doubt of the Claim once he makes it.

9. Starkissed (32631, Explicit) Summary:

“Your tattoos!” The intruder says, boldly stepping over Ron’s chaise and crossing in front of Hermione to get to Harry, eyes wide and hungry. Harry immediately sits up, pulling the towel draped across the back of his chair down over his shoulders. “No! Don’t cover them. They’re beautiful.” Harry hopes an indulgent trip abroad will help shake him out of the doldrums of his life. What he finds once he gets to Venice is more than he ever expected.

PODFIC

10. Infuse With Affection, Enchant With Love by bafflinghaze (1.5 Hours, Teen and Up) Summary:

It starts with Draco making protective pendants for himself, his parents, and his friends, after the war. Something that would watch their backs—and their fronts—as people spat on them in the streets and hexed them in the alleyways. Draco gets better at it, does a course on it, and takes enough commissions for charmed jewellery that he eventually opens his own shop.

But Harry doesn’t know any of this. So when he sees Malfoy in a shop of charmed necklaces, he immediately tries his best to uncover Malfoy’s machinations.

11. Things Worth Paying For (1.5 Hours, Explicit) Summary:

After leaving post-war Britain for Paris, Draco is finally happy, with friends and a job he loves, But then his newest client turns out to be Harry Potter, and everything changes.

FIC

12. Three Wishes (10161, Explicit) Summary:

Draco meets his fairy godmother and is granted three wishes. Unfortunately, they all keep coming back to the same thing.

********** Pop!

"Oh, wow," Vince says, and is that sarcasm Draco hears? "I never saw that coming."

"What?" Draco opens his eyes. He's prepared for the theatrics of the puffs of smoke—Vince, despite the sudden career change, was never blessed with an overactive imagination—but what he was not prepared for was the sight of Harry Potter, bare-chested and dressed in arseless chaps, his hands bound and mouth wrapped around a ball gag while lying face down on Draco's sofa.

13. H.A.G.S. (Hogwarts Alliance for Gender and Sexuality) (9517, Explicit) Summary:

When Hermione decides Hogwarts needs a LGBTQIA+ club, of course Ron and Harry are roped into helping. After a rocky start, Harry begins seeing the club as an opportunity to educate students and celebrate diversity and sexuality at Hogwarts. He also starts seeing it as an opportunity to snog Draco Malfoy.

14. You Don't Know Me (Like You Used To) (33106, Explicit) Summary:

"Buy me a drink as compensation for maiming me?" he asks.

"And why the hell would I do that?" It’s a perfectly valid question. A drink invitation from Harry Potter is about as likely of a scenario as me streaking down Piccadilly in broad daylight. Consider me completely thrown off.

Sometimes it only takes a week to change everything. The story of how twenty-five-year-old Draco Malfoy hit one Harry Potter with a door and knocked both of their lives into somewhere entirely new.

15. the best treasure is up Harry’s arse (2891, Explicit) Summary:

Harry and Draco probably had a tumultuous time getting together, filled with angst and denial and pining and brooding. However, this is not that story. Here, Draco makes Harry come (more than once).

16. Breakin' the Rules (3146, Teen and Up) Summary:

Harry and Draco are Auror partners. They're in a relationship that they've been forced to keep secret due to relationships between Aurors being forbidden. Harry is okay with this, as he hasn't come out to anyone other than Draco, but after a mission goes awry, their relationship is exposed.

17. The HogShagMan (31685, Mature) Summary:

Professor Potter is called upon to teach the first-ever official course on Magical Sexual Relations at Hogwarts and, in the process, must navigate the pitfalls of relationship-building, the nefarious schemings of those entrusted with school funding, and the uneven tempers of his boss and several co-workers. Clearly, only ‘the’ Harry Potter can pull it all off.

18. Let's not wait for France (17714, Teen and Up) Summary:

All Harry had wanted from his Eighth year at Hogwarts was a little peace and a little privacy but, from the moment that he stepped onto Platform 9 3/4, it was obvious that nothing was ever going to be that easy.

An accidental bond with Malfoy that resulted in them having to stay together at all times was the final straw.

Things couldn't be worse. So much to a quiet year in Hogwarts.

19. Take All That You See (19666, Teen and Up) Summary:

Draco Malfoy has only two goals for his eighth year are Hogwarts: 1) stay as invisible as possible, and 2) get enough NEWTs to be accepted at a university abroad and get the hell out of the UK. Everything is going according to plan until he is unceremoniously outed by the Daily Prophet and subsequently disowned.

Finding himself the unexpected focus of unwanted attention and harassment, he is suddenly dependent on the good will and protection of the last people he would have expected — Harry Potter and his gang of do-gooder Gryffindors (plus Luna Lovegood). With his world turned upside down, how will Draco make it through the rest of the year? And worse still, as he grows closer and closer to Harry, how will he get out with his heart intact?

20. True Children Still (34240, Explicit) Summary:

After years of dancing around each other, Draco and Harry have finally begun to date, though they're taking things slow. They've got enough to figure out as it is, and the last thing Harry needs is an unexpected introduction to desires he's not quite ready to face.

21. Asking For A Friend? (13734, Explicit) Summary:

Asking for a friend? Don't be shy! I'm Genna Russ with advice! Draco Malfoy, drag queen and agony aunt for the Daily Prophet, is very happy with his life. He loves his job. He loves his drag queen persona. And he loves the fact that the wider Wizarding world doesn't know who is offering them sassy advice with their morning news.

When he starts receiving letters from one Harry Potter – letters that are too racy to publish – he does the only thing he can do: he replies. His carefully constructed secret life is at risk of being blown wide open, but he just can't help himself. Draco never did have any self-control where the Prat Who Lived was concerned.

22. All I Have to Do (9575, Explicit) Summary:

The Patented Daydream Charm (Adult Edition) allows you to enter a top-quality, highly realistic thirty-minute sexual fantasy. Solitude and privacy spells advised.

Or: Draco finally has some alone time; Harry just needs to nip in for a book.

23. Take My Wonder (3949, Explicit) Summary:

Harry Potter is the author of very well-written children's text books. Joshua Starkweather is the author of not-so-well-written erotic fiction. Only one person knows that they are one and the same.

24. (There Is Nothing) More Than This (5431, Explicit) Summary:

Harry Potter returns home past midnight, distressed and anxious about the multiple murder case that he is leading. His husband Draco looks after him, comforting Harry with his hands, his mouth and his unwavering love.

25. the space between (what you want and what you need) (13601, Mature) Summary:

As a specialist Healer in dark magic, Draco has had his fair share of difficult cases and awkward patients. Still, nothing has prepared him for a curse-paralysed Harry Potter.

26. Walk in the sun (18233, Explicit) Summary:

Harry is perfectly content with the life he built for himself; simple and private, it helps him heal the wounds from the war. He then accepts to go out with one of Neville’s acquaintances, never expecting that decision would bring him back to his obsession for Draco Malfoy.

“That was his cue. Had Harry stopped to think about his situation, he could have left. Malfoy was nibbling at his neck, he had his hand down his pants. All things considered, a disaster incoming. And yet, his feet still refused to move. After all, he was not the stop-to-think-of-consequences kind of guy.”

(Features drunken confessions, bathrooms, a lot of smut, sexy pictures, panties, cats and only one bed)

27. You Need to Just Do Whatever You Want (7998, General) Summary:

Draco's confused when he receives a manual explaining his magical inheritance. Being a veela would be good (at least he would be prettier), and a vampire would have been fine (another excuse to hide himself in the Manor). But a descendant of the God of Love, complete with arrows and a love quota? Now that's just bonkers.

A story in which Draco is Cupid (sort of).

28. Under my Skin (8258, Explicit) Summary:

One year after the war and after Hogwarts restorations, Harry is back at school to finally finish his education. He wasn't expecting McGonagall to assign him to protect Draco Malfoy, in case he was bullied during the classes. Although really just wants to relax on his last year in Hogwarts, he'd seen how Draco had changed at the trials. He knew being around him would be easy enough... Wouldn't it?

29. Glory, glory! (16898, Explicit) Summary:

It's 2005 and Harry has recently purchased a new mobile phone so he can easily keep in touch with his friends. Little did he know that the Muggle technology would lead him down a path of self discovery and safe exploration that would lead him into the soft recesses of the last person he ever expected. As it turns out, very good things can be found in the dark.

30. Husbandly Duties (2108, Explicit) Summary:

Draco and Harry leave their wedding after-party early for some quality one-on-one time.

31. Sex, Relationships & Love (3873, Mature) Summary:

Draco Malfoy runs an anonymous sex advice column in the Witch Weekly magazine and gets hundreds of letters asking him for advice on sex, love and relationships. How was he to know that the advice he had given in response to one of those letters would result in Harry Potter showing up at his flat at 6 in the morning?

32. Disparate (6022, Teen and Up) Summary:

Ever since he went to Hogwarts, Draco realized that he wasn't quite the same as the others.

Or: Draco Malfoy over the years as he tries to understand and accept his sexuality.

33. Silver Scales in Pools of Green (26603, Explicit) Summary:

Draco is one of the last sirens of the seas, who escaped to the human world looking for friendship and food, but captivity found him instead. For seven years, he's gotten used to his life as human entertainment, and prides himself in his ability to make humans fall in step to his song.

That is, until everything falls apart when he has an audience with green eyes...

34. It's So Hard (9170, Explicit) Summary:

Draco has posed for some interesting photos, and it is currently making things very... hard for Harry.

35. On Your Shore (35113, Mature) Summary:

Clearing out a remote house full of cursed collectibles in the Outer Hebrides? Not a problem for an experienced curse breaker like Harry Potter. Spending a week with the straight, happily-married man that he’s starting to have feelings for? And sharing a bed with him at night? Surely Harry can handle that, too. But both the house and Draco Malfoy have secrets to uncover, and Harry might be in deeper water than he thought.

36. A Little Less Broken (6417, Mature) Summary:

After the war Draco thought he would never feel again. But a mix of revenge gone wrong and Harry Potter, might help him to feel just a little less broken.

37. Always (20147, Explicit) Summary:

In which Draco is the (in)famous erotica writer H.J. Belladonna, writing successful scandalous novel after successful scandalous novel and hiding his true identity, and Harry is questioning his sexuality after reading one of Belladonna’s books. Until ten years after the war their paths cross again, and Harry doesn’t only question his sexuality, but also the meaning of his obsession with Draco Malfoy.

“You look like something my cat dragged in,“ Blaise said from the sofa. Draco’s sofa, in Draco’s tiny flat. “You don’t have a cat, because you’re too vain, Blaise. A cat would get hair all over your expensive clothes,“ Draco replied and then ignored Blaise in favor of going into the kitchen to get some hot sweet tea into his system. Maybe that would make his day better, even if it had just started and the potential for disaster was high. Blaise followed him. “I’ll take one too.“ “You can’t use my home as your personal hotel, Blaise,“ Draco said, but he was already grabbing two cups out of the cupboard. He was too tired to use magic, after writing the whole night, he felt like all the magic had been absorbed by his parchment. Some of his sanity maybe too.

38. Absurd. (3773, Explicit) Summary:

When Draco discovers a kink that Harry's been hiding from him, he has no choice but to explore said kink, right? Right.

39. For Want Of Five Minutes (And a Locked Door) (4333, Mature) Summary:

It’s hard enough to get five minutes to yourself in a house of five kids, nevermind getting five minutes with your boyfriend for anything else.

40. Let Out the Beast (9649, Explicit) Summary:

In the wizarding world where alphas are looked down upon for their lack of control and unseemly aggression, it is generally accepted that they are not allowed to work in places like schools and hospitals where their nature could risk the people there. When Draco Malfoy suddenly shows up at Hogwarts smelling strongly like an alpha, Harry is beyond baffled. The fact that no one else seems to catch his scent only adds to his confusion. But, of course, the most puzzling part is how Harry’s body reacts to that scent.

41. Flowers, Dildos and Other Courtship Gifts (15853, Teen and Up) Summary:

Harry Potter is the Ministry's star auror trainee, and Draco Malfoy is the cute florist in Diagon Alley who Harry stares at through the window during lunch breaks and leaves. That's all they are and all they would ever be. (Really.) Until Harry accidentally mails Draco an autumn themed dildo (among others). Cue: bad planning, owl kidnapping, and flangst.

Or two emotional gay disasters fall in love in the middle of autumn.

42. he touched me, so I live to know (4729, Mature) Summary:

Five times Harry Potter is unsure about touching someone and one time he isn’t.

43. cut my name into your lip (6321, Explicit) Summary:

Harry can't take it anymore. Seriously. If Malfoy chews on the end of his quill/licks his spoon/sucks on the papercut on his finger one more time, Harry's going to put an end to it.

44. Realities, Unfurling (45487, Mature) Summary:

Draco Malfoy is released from Azkaban into a changed world.

45. The Delicate Balance of Light and Shade (13288, Explicit) Summary:

With the war finally over, Harry tries to find his own path in a world where he is free to make his own choice. On a holiday in France, he unexpectedly falls in love with art and painting. Returning to Hogwarts to help rebuild it, he is paired up with Draco Malfoy to restore the Room of Requirement - and unexpectedly falls in love with Draco. When the rebuilding efforts are done, Harry disappears.

Years later, Draco goes to Muggle London at Pansy's suggestion to visit an art gallery. The name of the Muggle artist is unknown to Draco, but the subject of the erotic paintings is shockingly familiar: it's Draco himself. It's time to confront the past and make some long-due confessions.

46. Tonight's the Night (Gonna Be Alright) (9181, Explicit) Summary:

Sex is hard to come by when you're 40 and have kids.

Or: Five times Harry and Draco tried and failed to have sex and one time they were successful.

47. The Spoiling of Sex From Enthusiastic Ignorance (6079, Explicit) Summary:

Draco is going to lose his virginity, so help him god, and he's going to lose it to one Harry Potter. Why? Because of his big cock, his status as The Top Five Quidditch Players in England, and Witch Weekly's Most-Eligible Bachelor for eight years straight. At least that's what he tells himself. Too bad first times rarely go as one plans, and now Harry is looking miserable and Draco doesn’t understand why.

48. you killed me on the moon (4906, Explicit) Summary:

'You barely know me. We do not know each other.’

‘Beyond this overwhelming need to submit to you, completely and utterly?’ Potter raises his eyebrows, stretching his scar. ‘Beyond this bone-deep awareness that you are made for me, and I for you? That our destiny was written in the stars, in the very foundation of our known world?’

An A/B/O Royalty!AU wherein a desperate Slytherin prince faces a proposal from the conquering Gryffindor king.

49. i just want your extra time and your... (9058, Explicit) Summary:

Ron should know better than to speak Latin in a magical library. If he’d just left well enough alone, instead of trying to badger Malfoy for the details of his newest novel, Harry wouldn’t have to listen to all of this chatter about how bloody decent Malfoy is, and he wouldn’t be dealing with all of these...feelings. Really, it’s all Ron’s fault that Harry’s mind is stuck on Malfoy like this again.

50. The Kisses Don’t Count, If No One Else Knows (41492, Explicit) Summary:

Minister for Magic Harry Potter does not love his job. The one bright point in his life is his secret relationship with Quidditch Super Star Draco Malfoy. When they're 'outed' by a peeping tom with a camera, Harry has to decide what's really important.

51. You Do Your Body Work, I Feel My Pulse Working Overtime (1627, Explicit) Summary:

Harry did not have an addiction to watching Draco masturbate on camera. He could stop any time he wanted to. Really.

52. Right Romantic Setting (6266, Explicit) Summary:

On the twelfth day of their romantic relationship, Draco and Harry take Albus, Scorpius and Rose on a weekend trip to Muggle London that Ron and Hermione were supposed to lead. At the fully-booked hotel where they'll be staying for the night, they're surprised to discover that their rather plain room has only one bed. It's definitely not the right romantic setting for their first night together but, as Draco comes to realise, there's good in taking things slow.

53. Portrait of a Marriage (130627, Mature) Summary:

Harry didn't want to marry Malfoy, he really didn't, but he also does want this house and Malfoy looked so smug and well - now they are married, and the house still doesn't like him, and Malfoy only looks more smug.

Draco didn't want to marry Potter, he really didn't, but he also does want this house and he never seems to be capable of escaping Potter anyway, so if he is already doomed to being married off he might as well decide for himself what he is worth, sign the papers and ignore everything wrong with that plan until physically no longer possible.

54. Regardless of desire, life hands you who you are (29803, Explicit) Summary:

When Draco finds himself wrongly accused – of course it's Potter who swoops in to save the day. Isn't it always Potter?

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