First Times Fest

[marguerite_26]

All right. I am having a shit, shit week. I need a happy distraction.

Comment fest anyone? How about First Times? They are always good.
Something like...
First time having ~those thoughts about a man.
First time she was ever truly afraid.
First time giving a blow job.
First time bed sharing (First time tent sharing)
First time sounding. (what? Just saying it does not need to be vanilla)


ALL PAIRINGS/ALL FANDOMS WELCOME. That includes HP, Merlin, The Avengers*, and yes, One Direction.
*Please warn for movie spoilers

Leave a pairing and prompt below, read through the prompts and write/draw a fill if you are inspired.
Subject lines are appreciated.

FILLS!!!

[The Avengers]
Tony/Bruce: Sounding by snapelike
Loki/Tony -- Freefall by lokifan

[Torchwood]
The First Time [Jack/Ianto, PG-14] by iolo1234


[Merlin]
Skin - M/A - light-NC-17 by kim47
Merlin/Arthur, Watching [NC-17, masturbation] by snarkyscorp
Merlin/Arthur -- First time Arthur milks a cow by anon
Arthur/Merlin, "My King" [R, role-play] by snarkyscorp
Gwaine/Nimueh -- Back The Way You Came by planejane
Arthur/Merlin - First Kiss Gwaine's Bet, the Haunted House and The White Cat by rotrude
Prom Night -- [unspecified pairing, warnings] by kattale
Knowing -- Merlin/Arthur by xfortytwo
One Blow -- Merlin/Arthur (NC-17, slight dub-con) by fuckyeah
Starting Over, Something New [Arthur/Merlin, NC-17, 2.8k] by planejane
Love Is a Doing Word (Fearless On My Breath) [Arthur/Merlin, NC-17,roleplay] by alby_mangroves

[HP]
Harry/Draco - Submission [D/s, bondage, implications of future sounding] by snarkyscorp
Harry/Draco The Indignity of It All - Light R, the most minor of bloodplay, by ellecc
Harry/Draco Punch (R; 800 words. No special warnings apply.) by potteresque_ire
HP - Petunia/Vernon (yes really) by omi_ohmy
Albus Severus/Scorpius - First Time Having Those Thoughts About a Man by potteresque_ire
Close To The Dragon's Fire [Neville, Alice - PG-13] by lordhellebore
Harry/Draco - Knowing Harry Potter by omi_ohmy


[I'll be off line for a few hours (doing things much less pleasant than reading these awesome fills) so this masterlist will be out of date until later tonight, sorry! Did I mention how much I love you guys? ♥♥♥♥♥ All caught up. If I missed your fill please let me know. It's a bit hard keeping track.]

Comments

[vlorahp.livejournal.com]

Yay, so very needed right now!

Harry/Draco- first time submitting. *goes with the not vanilla thing*

Harry/Draco - Submission [D/s, bondage, implications of future sounding]

[snarkyscorp.livejournal.com]

On his knees, it is altogether different. There is nobody to save but himself. Like this, he feels a tingle of fear that most men would have known living the life he has lived without it. Like this, he feels, and that is a true rush.

For the first time in his life, Harry knows what it is to be at someone's mercy.

Looking down at him, Draco runs his long fingers through Harry's hair in a subtly affectionate manner. It makes Harry tremble in ways that startle him. How badly does he want this moment? How badly does he need this release? It is like the moments during a chase, when the tails of Harry's red Auror robes flap at his calves as he sprints towards a dark wizard, in pursuit of the catch. Except now, Harry feels like he is being caught.

Draco's fingers tighten, but other than that, he does not move. The anticipation warms Harry's skin. When he turns his dark eyes up to meet Draco's, he sees a wicked, proud sneer. It's like Draco knows just how hard this is and also how necessary. Harry's heart begins to pound to the tune of Mal-foy. There is nothing else in his head; all blissful silence, void of the normal pressures of life.

Now Draco really grips. Tighter still. Until Harry's tied hands begin to wrestle the bonds, clenching and shifting against the small of his naked back. The ball gag in his mouth makes it impossible to speak, and every part of him is uncomfortable as Malfoy yanks his head back and forces him down onto his back. Harry can do nothing but lay there, so still, save the heavy-quick rise and fall of his chest as he panics.

Draco straddles his waist and sinks into a crouch before him, pale and delicate hands braced to Harry's chest. His fingers slide through the hair there, over his nipples, and it drives Harry wild not to be able to grab and restrain them above Draco's head like usual.

"Shall I stop, Potter?" he purrs. There is a safeword, but Harry realises he can't very well say it with a gag in his mouth. Does Draco know he won't use it, no matter? That the qualities that made him Gryffindor also make him stubborn? "You look so lovely. Like a little treat. All wrapped up for me."

Harry grunts as Draco's nails rake down his skin. His prick twitches. He can feel the drool seeping out from the sides of the gag. When Draco's fingers continue to scratch all the way down his torso, leaving angry welts in their wake, Harry knows where Draco is headed, and sweat begins to bead. Draco stops just shy of the sensitive, purple head of Harry's length.

"I'd like to see just how much you can handle, Auror Potter," Draco whispers. Their eyes meet. Harry feels the most intense desire to shut Malfoy up. To pin and fuck him like a wild creature lost to desires. But because he can't move, he growls instead. A warning. A useless utterance that makes Draco chuckle as he reaches out to pat Harry's cheek in a patronising way. The last pat is a slap that sends Harry reeling. "Stay. Like a good doggie."

Draco stands to his feet gracefully. His nude body on display, without worry, so masculine and lean, all angles and hard planes that Harry has licked and bit a thousand times over. Draco retrieves something from a side table, and when he holds it up, Harry doesn't know what to make of this. Draco slides the thin, silver rod over his tongue with lethargy, lubricating it, and it is then that Harry knows.

"Let's have a little fun with that gorgeous prick of yours, shall we?"

Once more, their eyes meet. Draco is seeking his trust; Harry willingly gives it.

[vlorahp.livejournal.com]

Tony/Loki- first time getting slapped. (inspired by this (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4m7ndwmaW1rvit9ko1_400.gif) gif)

[vlorahp.livejournal.com]

Or Loki/anyone really.

[ginger-veela.livejournal.com]

First time sounding

You have RUINED me, woman.

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

*is proud*

but where is your prompt, lady!

[hogwartsvixxxen.livejournal.com]

Sorry you're having a shity week (http://www.glittergraphicsnow.com/)

Hugs Glitter Pictures (http://www.glittergraphicsnow.com/hugs.html)

to get you through the rest of your week. Hope next week is better ♥

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

<3

Merlin -- Merlin/Arthur

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

First time wanking in front of someone else.

(though I would be happy with multiple fills with all the pairings/fandom you can think of on this topic)

Merlin/Arthur, Watching [NC-17, masturbation]

[snarkyscorp.livejournal.com]

[ AH DAMNIT THIS IS TOO DELICIOUS TO PASS UP HOW WILL I GET ANY WORK DONE NOOOW?? ]


Merlin pauses, gaping. He is looking at something spectacular. Something flawless. Something dangerous. More dangerous than a thousand dragons swooping in for the kill. More dangerous than magic gone awry.

It is Arthur he looks at. Arthur in the nude. Arthur on his bed. Arthur with his legs spread and his pretty blond head thrown back and his back arched and his prick in his taut fist, jerking. It is Arthur and it is somehow more than Arthur, because Arthur, alone, is never vulnerable. He is always strong and brave and wise and fair, and there has never been a time that Merlin has underestimated his king. But now, seeing Arthur like this, everything is changed.

Like this, Arthur is vulnerable. It turns Merlin on to see him so out of control, so wild. There is nothing Merlin wouldn't do for him in this moment except leave. Please, he thinks, don't make me leave.

It is inevitable that Arthur will realise he's not alone. It takes five minutes though. Five long, beautiful, exquisite, torturous minutes watching his brave king lose himself to ecstasy, and five intense minutes spent with his jaw clenched tight and his fingers curled on the pile of linens he'd brought with which to change Arthur's sheets. When Arthur looks up and sees him, Merlin certainly expects to be yelled at. To be reprimanded. To be sent away to muck his bloody stables and polish the shit on his boots with his tongue.

Instead, their eyes meet. Arthur pauses. Merlin tries to come up with excuses - gods, he has a million of them just waiting to flood his tongue, but his mouth is so dry, his throat tight. He cannot speak. And Arthur doesn't seem to want him to.

Merlin takes a tentative step forward. His breath is short. "I didn't... I only wanted to... I'm sorry." He laughs. He is beside himself. Arthur's hand is still wrapped around his length, the swollen head drizzled with precome and gods, why can't Merlin just kneel before him and lick it off? "I should go."

Before he can turn to leave, Arthur calls, "Stop," in a dark voice that Merlin almost doesn't recognise.

"Sire?" he asks, his own voice low.

"How long have you been standing there?"

Merlin's face is getting warm. All of him is getting warm. He wants to gape but tries to keep his eyes on Arthur's. "A few minutes," he says, honestly.

"Then it cannot hurt to stay a few minutes more."

Arthur's fist begins to move again. Merlin stands. Merlin watches.

The Avengers - Tony/Steve (no spoilers)

[otta-ff.livejournal.com]

Tony/Steve

The first time Steve comes home early and finds Tony trying on his Captain America suit and can't wait to get him out of it for all teh sex.

Re: The Avengers - Tony/Steve (no spoilers)

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

*spits coffee all over keyboard*

WIN!

Avengers -- Steve/Tony

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

First time kissing a man.

Re: Avengers -- Steve/Tony

[hardticket.livejournal.com]

As soon as my brain is no longer fried I will have something for this one.

[lordhellebore]

Petunia/Vernon, first time regretting their marriage.

HP - Petunia/Vernon (yes really)

[omi-ohmy.livejournal.com]

Solid

When they'd met, he was strong, dependable. Petunia was still reeling from the way magic had stolen her sister away: first, by taking her away to that school, then by changing how she saw the world. Petunia would never forget or forgive that loss; Lily's death had been the final stage of something which had started years before.

Vernon had been everything that Lily wasn't. He was honest, brutally so; he liked the things around him to be solid, to be real. He'd given her what she needed, including her son, who she was determined would live in their world: Dudley would never leave them the way Lily had.

And then the Boy had arrived, unannounced and unwanted. A small part of Petunia longed to hold him tight, to whisper her secrets to him as she had to Lily. But when she saw his scar she knew that he lived, somehow, in that traitorous world of magic. She feared it infecting her life, her son. So when Vernon sneered, when he shoved Harry into the cupboard suggesting that it was the right size for a baby, 'and his crying won't wake us up at night,' she agreed and shut the door.

The years passed, and Vernon grew ever more solid, until his flesh became more him than his name. She decided that solid was good. He was her rock, and when she clung to him she didn't have to see out to the wild seas beyond.

When magic came to take Harry, it was a relief in some ways. He left, and their lives became exactly what she had always wanted: safe and dependable.

Her life would have been perfect, if magic hadn't come back into it again, ugly and unpredictable. Fleeing her home with a witch and a wizard, she glanced back at Harry. She didn't know him, just as she hadn't known Lily. There was no point in saying goodbye to a stranger.

Later, they stood in a forest and shook with shock at their instant arrival. Dudley vomited noisily onto the forest floor. Vernon was standing still, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly. He looked, she thought, rather like a fat fish, dangling on a hook.

"We can take you to the safe house now," said the witch.

Petunia waited for Vernon to say something. After a long minute, she realised both that he wasn't going to say anything, and that she'd been waiting for permission to move.

"Ok," she said, uncertain. Dudley moved, but she had to prod Vernon in his side to get him to budge. As they walked to a house hidden in the trees, Petunia stumbled on a tree root, and held onto Vernon to regain her balance. His solidity kept her upright, but he did not ask her if she was ok.

After everyone had gone, leaving food and instructions to stay put, Vernon turned to Petunia.

"I don't trust this lot, not at all. Safe? Rushed out of our home, taken to the middle of nowhere – kidnapped, more like."

He grumbled for a while, but then Petunia fixed them all sandwiches and he calmed a little. She suggested that they explore the house. Vernon didn't answer; he was staring out of the window. Petunia realised that she was waiting for permission again. She went upstairs.

Light danced across the bedroom, the shadows of hundreds of leaves moving on the walls. Everything seemed so peaceful, and suddenly Petunia couldn't bear the thought of solidity. She wanted air, sky, and quiet. She closed her eyes and remembered lying in the garden as a child, looking at the clouds with her sister.

Later, when Dudley asked if Harry was ok, Vernon muttered that he didn't really care.

"Don't," said Petunia. "He's just a boy."

"A damned nuisance of a boy!"

"My sister's boy! Just... leave it, this once. Please."

"Leave it, like we just left our home? No, I won't leave it. I should have started running the moment I found out about your crazy sister. I knew it would end like this."

Petunia stared at him. Suddenly, all she could see was how he blocked out the light. She couldn't see past him. So for the first time she really looked at him. He was a solid block of indifference. She blinked, and he stared past her, through her. She sat back, uncertain of what to do next.

But when she closed her eyes she saw the sky, and green eyes. Freedom.

[ginger-veela.livejournal.com]

Bruce Banner/Tony Stark. First time sounding, preferably with a stirring rod. (They're scientists, right?)

:D

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

Nodding my head and grinning like a fool rn.

[vlorahp.livejournal.com]

Neville- first time visiting his parents at St. Mungo's.

[lordhellebore]

*dies* Such a sad prompt.

Merlin - Arthur/Merlin - roleplay

[otta-ff.livejournal.com]

The first time Arthur catches Merlin wearing his crown and falls to his knees for his "king".

Re: Merlin - Arthur/Merlin - roleplay

[imera.livejournal.com]

<3

Merlin - Gwaine/whoever

[junkshop-disco.livejournal.com]

First time pegging.

I have a thing for the idea of Gwaine having met Nimueh on his travels years before coming to Camelot, but Morgana or whoever else you fancy would also be relevent to my interests :D.

[planejane.livejournal.com]

LOVE. THIS. PROMPT. ♥

[ginger-veela.livejournal.com]

Loki/Svadilfari. First time beastiality.

[lordhellebore]

Damn you.

[stmurr.livejournal.com]

Evil voyeur Morgana

First time watching Arthur and Merlin...er...swimming nekkid in a lake

Avengers - Tony/Steve

[lippykid.livejournal.com]

First time Steve gets Tony's shirt off and sees the arc reactor.

Re: Avengers - Tony/Steve

[bookjunkie1975.livejournal.com]

WANT!!!!

[ginger-veela.livejournal.com]

Steve/Loki (male or female), first time getting laid. Bonus points if Loki gets pregnant. :D

[lordhellebore]

Bellatrix - first time meeting Voldemort.

[brunettepet.livejournal.com]

Merlin/Arthur First time Arthur sees Merlin naked

Skin - M/A - light NC-17? - 1/2

[kim47.livejournal.com]

It's been a...long time since I've written Merlin, hope it's not too bad!

*

The first time Arthur sees Merlin naked is not the first time they have sex.

The first time they have sex is frantic, up against the door to Arthur's chambers, harsh breath and fumbling hands, Arthur begging, imploring Merlin not to "ever do something that stupid again, please, Merlin, I can't lose you too." They don't get much past unlaced breeches, and Arthur bites Merlin's neck when he comes.

It happens again, and again; Merlin does something unbelievably stupid (and brave, Arthur's mind whispers) to keep Arthur unharmed, and Arthur can't stop the shuddering fear that overtakes him every time, can't resist the need to put his hands on Merlin, to draw him close and feel him shake apart, to remind Arthur that he's still alive. They always end up half-dressed, leaning against each other as they regain their breath. Hands fluttering under clothing, but never quite removing it.

It becomes a thing; somehow it's okay that they do this - it doesn't count - as long as it's hurried and desperate, a reassurance. As long as afterwards, Merlin can just straighten his stupid scarf and walk away. Arthur never presses, never asks for more, however much he wants so spread Merlin out on deep red blankets and taste every inch of him without the lingering terror thrumming in his blood.

*

The thought occurs to Arthur in the middle of breakfast one day, with Merlin humming a tune as he goes about his morning duties, that Merlin's seen him naked many, many times. He's helped Arthur bathe, he frequently dresses him, he's tended to more wounds than Arthur can count. It seems unfair, unjust even.

He watches as Merlin putters around his chambers, eyes following the line of his neck and the curve of his jaw. Merlin's always so covered up; boots, breeches, shirt, coat, scarf. The skin he can see is gorgeous, pale and smooth, and Arthur wants to lick and suck at it, mark it. He wonders if the rest of Merlin's skin is as perfect, if he would flush down to his chest while Arthur covered it with kisses.

Arthur sighs and returns to his breakfast.

center*

In the end it's easy. Merlin is drinking a glass of wine, at Arthur's offer, and his cheeks are flushed with it, his eyes bright. He's still completely lucid, arguing with and teasing Arthur, but he's also loose and easy with his smile. And Arthur is done with prevaricating, he wants this without the smell of blood and fear hanging over them.

Merlin comes to him easily, climbing into his lap and kissing him back hard. He rolls his hips down against Arthur's, just once, then shifts back, his hands going for Arthur's breeches.

"Wait."

Arthur tips him gently off his lap and follows him up, before Merlin has a chance to protest.

"I want to see you." It comes out a little too raw and desperate for his liking, but it's worth it when Merlin's eyes widen.

"Yes, yes, Arthur," he breathes and pulls Arthur back to him, kissing him frantically and tugging Arthur's shirt out of his belt.

Arthur laughs and stills his hands again. "No, this is my turn," he says simply.

He takes his time with it, loosening the knot of Merlin's scarf slowly and pulling if off. There's nothing for it but to lean in and kiss Merlin's neck, starting from his collar bones and working his way up to his jaw, pausing occasionally to suck and bite gently.

Merlin's torso, when Arthur finally gets rid of his shirt, is surprisingly muscled. Merlin looks almost painfully skinny clothed; unclothed, Arthur can see his wiry muscle tone, the taugh flatness of his stomach. A tiny smattering of dark hair covers his chest, and Arthur can't help running his fingers over it, smiling with Merlin shivers.

He pushes Merlin down on the bed then, eager to lay Merlin out, and starts to divest him of the rest of his clothes. Merlin's hipbones are just as sharp as they feel, and Arthur bites gently at each one, earning himself a light smack on the head.

Laughing, he pulls away to properly pull off Merlin's breeches, pausing to unlace his boots and throw them off the bed.

[planejane.livejournal.com]

Merlin - any of the knights

First 'indoor' sword fight. Interpret as you like. ;)

[kattale.livejournal.com]

I'd love to see this. :)

[aragorn.livejournal.com]

Harry/Draco - First time Harry hit him so hard it turned him on.

[vlorahp.livejournal.com]

Seconded!

[aragorn.livejournal.com]

Robb/Theon - First time blowjobs.

[aragorn.livejournal.com]

Stannis/Davos - The first time they met.

[meddie-flow.livejournal.com]

Harry/Draco - first time cuddling. And I see it with very little fluff, I mean when they get to that part after grudges and anger and much seriousness :P

Harry/Draco - Knowing Harry Potter 1/2

[omi-ohmy.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure if this is what you meant, but this is what I came up with.

Knowing Harry Potter

"Potter," said Draco. Harry looked up, his face guarded.

"Malfoy," he said. They nodded at each other, and walked off in their separate directions.

Draco heard Weasley say, "I don't know why you bother giving that pillock the time of day, Harry," before their voices drifted off into the distance. Draco smiled to himself. If only Weasley knew.

Three days later when Draco watched as Harry spun down out of the sky, cloak flapping uselessly in the wind as his unconscious body hurtled to the ground, he couldn't help the way he sprang to his feet, the way he held his breath.

"I wouldn't cheer too loudly when he lands," said Blaise, looking around him quickly. "Even amongst us. Come on, Draco," he hissed, dragging Draco back down into the hard seat of the stand. Draco let himself be pulled down, but his eyes didn't leave Harry. When he landed with a thud which seemed to reverberate around the pitch, Draco's hands were clenched in tight fists. The game was abandoned, and a sorry line of students trailed after Headmistress McGonagall as she levitated Harry back to the school. And then the rumours began to spread, whispers rushing through the crowds.

"He's broken every bone in his body....
"....St Mungo's for sure."
"I heard he was dead."
"....In a coma."

After a while, Draco stopped listening. He sat by the fire in the common room, his arms wrapped around his knees.

"I don't know why I'm so upset," a tearful voice said. Draco looked up: Pansy was sat near him, twisting her hands in her lap. "A few months ago, I wouldn't have cared. I tried to hand him over myself!" Her face was white, and her eyes red. "He's just... he's been the only one..."

Draco nodded. Harry was the only one to always say hello, to never complain about who he was partnered up with. Things had been hard for the Sytherins, and although the goodwill of Harry Potter wasn't quite enough to stop the name calling, or the shoves, it took a little of the sting away. Of course, some still hated Harry – Theo for example. Draco had thought he would, but—

But it hadn't worked out like that.

He gave Pansy a quick, awkward squeeze on her shoulder, then left the common room in search of somewhere quiet. On his way he passed the hospital wing, and the crowd of students bearing Bluebell Flames in jars. He gritted his teeth and pushed through, not stopping until he got to the place beyond Dumbledore's tomb where the trees met the edge of the lake.

Finally, away from everyone else, he let himself fall to the ground, cold and damp though it was, and rub his hands hard over his eyes. Damned idiot! He wasn't supposed get hit by Budgers or fall from his broom. He was supposed to be here, leaning against a tree, idly throwing stones into the lake, his face a picture of ease. Normally, after a game he would meet Draco here, and they would talk, candidly, about just how messed up their lives were. It was how Draco knew that Harry hated being back at school, how disconnected he felt from his friends. It was why he was 'Harry', not 'Potter'.

The first time had been an accident; both seeking the same isolated spot. There had been some half-hearted throwing of insults, which had slowed to silence. Neither really cared enough, anymore. They hadn't arranged it, but both had returned after the next match. Chatting here became the only tolerable part of the week. Honestly, getting injured playing the bloody Hufflepuffs! Draco hated the fawning Potter-worship almost as much as Harry did, and now everyone was doing it: hands clasped to their chests, weeping and wailing for their hero.

They all thought they knew him, owned him. But none of them did.

[alafaye]

Tony/Steve/Pepper, first time with a man

Merlin - Arthur/Merlin or Arthur/Gwaine

[alba17.livejournal.com]

Arthur/Merlin or Arthur/Gwaine, Arthur's first time bottoming

[planejane.livejournal.com]

I'm going to try to get to this later, as I know someone else who'd like to see it. RN I'm working on a pegging fill!