marguerite_26 | First Times Fest

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off line for a few hours (doing things much less pleasant than reading these awesome fills) so this masterlist will be out of date until later tonight, sorry!~~ Did I mention how much I love you guys?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.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

From:

ellecc.livejournal.com

Over the rushing in his ears, Draco can hear they’re both panting now, and the sounds are loud, reflected back as they are. Somehow louder than they were ten minutes ago, when it was about the panting and not about... whatever this is. Whatever’s happening in Draco’s stomach and a bit lower that’s catching him even more off guard than Potter’s first strike did.

He raises a hand—it’s not shaking, it isn’t—to his nose and isn’t surprised when it comes back coated in slick red.

He holds up his fingers. “Blood, Potter. You drew blood. I do not remember mentioning blood.”

Potter squints at him; Draco notices he’s missing his glasses and feels a flare of triumph. Though it pales slightly next to his aggravation about the scarlet on his fingers. “Huh. You might’ve done. Maybe I hit you so hard you—”

For the life of him, Draco cannot explain why he goes for Potter again. They’ve done more than the necessary damage by now. But he does, and this time he has the satisfaction of seeing Potter’s startlingly clear but hopelessly blind eyes widen in surprise just a moment before his fist connects. Maybe because they’re tired, what with the Quidditch and the shouting match on the pitch and Madam Hooch subsequently banishing them to the broom shed to tidy it up (without magic) as punishment, the follow through and momentum result in both of them sprawled hard across the dirty floor, the back of Potter’s head landing inches from the wall-length rack of brooms.

“Draco.” The name is in equal parts gasp and groan, and it does nothing to quell that stomach-rolling that Draco is now rather disturbed to find is manifesting as an erection. Again. Already.

Sometimes Draco loathes being eighteen.

Draco’s landed half on top of Potter, and though for the love of Merlin, this is not the time, he cannot stop himself from shifting until he’s all the way covering him. Potter mumbles his name again, far more groan than gasp, and his hands curl around Draco’s shoulders. He feels one of Potter’s feet start to slide up the back of his thigh. When a drop of his blood lands on Potter’s chin, Draco wipes at it, and when it smears more than anything, it seems like the best idea he’s had all day to press his lips to that place, to dart out his tongue and taste the coppery tang, before dragging his mouth to the corner of Potter’s.

“Draco, what are you doing?”

“Maybe you’re the one who’s been hit too hard if you need an explanation.” He tilts his head enough to assure their mouths come together just right.

Potter, ever the obstinate git, rolls his head to the side. “That’s not what I meant, you arse.” He struggles a little, though it feels more like squirming. It’s wholly unignorable either way. Where their bare skin wasn’t already pressed together, it is now. “It near on three. The others’ll be here any moment.”

Draco’s lips brush the rising red welt on Potter’s cheek. “Probably.”

Potter turns his head back, and at the same time, gets a hand just below Draco’s neck and pushes up. “Any moment,” he repeats.

“I heard you the first time, Potter. I haven’t suddenly gone deaf.”

“Have you suddenly gone daft? ‘Potter,’” Potter starts in that terrible would-be Draco impression he and the other Gryffindorks find so unaccountably hilarious, “‘how are we supposed to explain why the room’s an even bigger disaster now? Potter, you look a right mess, even worse than usual. Potter, we need an excuse or all my friends will know what we’re doing because Slytherins are the brightest and smartest and cunningest and—”

Draco pulls his mouth from Potter’s neck. “Most cunning.”

“What?” Potter momentarily stops struggling. Writhing. His heel has made it all the way up to the top of Draco’s thigh.

“It’s most cunning, not cunningest, you ignorant twat.”

Potter blinks and frowns. “Is not. It’s cunningest.”

From:

ellecc.livejournal.com

Draco rolls his eyes, another thing to add to his List of Affronts Suffered at Potter’s Incompetent Yet Bizarrely Strong Hands. He moves a bit, getting his knee inside Potter’s and forcing his legs wider open. “Where’s my wand?”

Potter rolls his hips. “Feels like it’s—”

Draco pulls his hand out of Potter’s hair long enough to swiftly apply his palm to the top of Potter’s head.

Potter glares. “Oh, that wand. Git. Over there, I assume.” He waves a hand to to the right, toward the pile... well, more of a spread, really... of discarded clothes. “Probably. Why?”

Draco resists another ignoble facial expression. “They can’t get in if the door’s blocked, can they? And unless you are volunteering to get up and conveniently rearrange some of this clutter....”

Potter lifts his head and looks around, though Draco doubts he’s seeing much past the end of his nose. “Uh, locomotor rack.” He flicks a finger vaguely toward the door.

Draco watches with dull resignation as the largest of the unorganized broom racks slides a good two metres to the left.

He looks down at Potter, who’s grinning up at him now. “I hate you, you know,” he says conversationally.

Potter’s grin widens, stretching the purpling bruise on his skin as his own jaw twinges in answer and reminds Draco very much what he’s doing on the filthy broom shed floor with a disheveled Potter beneath him. “I know.”

- fin -

From:

potteresque_ire

Oh, I very much enjoy this! Draco's reaction is perfect—he's fallen so hard and ... he knows it :). I love the physical interactions and how you work in their conversations—it's so very them, you know? It wouldn't have made much sense if it's other two people but it makes the most perfect sense between them two. And the final part is just so sweet and cute <3

PS Cunningest???? :D :D :D

From:

ellecc.livejournal.com

Thanks so much!! (After three years of reading, this is my first time writing these two.)

Sometimes I have such a hard time picturing them being truly 100% serious, no matter what's going on. They're always going to have that slightly abrasive banter thing--a large part of what makes them them, I think :)

From:

vlorahp.livejournal.com

This is awesome! The cunningest and the wand thing cracked me up. :D This is just so very them, well done!

From:

ellecc.livejournal.com

I swear I responded to you but I guess I only imagined it!

Thanks so much! I never know what's actually funny and what's only funny in my head--it makes me happy that sometimes other people like it, too :)