That might work if Aquaman wasn't a glorified goldfish in terms of power and probably the least popular but kind of major hero.

What fic is this? Sounds like a Saturday morning read

 

Obviously, it should be set in the universe of The Prince That Was Promised.

 

Well... Underwater sex sounds pretty kinky. I'm assuming Aquaman is able to breathe underwater.

 

It's called Time Alone With Herself, enjoy.

 

I want to read a Neville Longbottom / Margaery Tyrell scene.

The idea just popped into my head for no reason at all.

 

Someone give me an HP or Naruto prompt, no crossovers and no old people (15-20+ year age differences).

 

Harry had never liked Herbology, or Professor Sprout, but then, he didn't know what type of plants were growing in Greenhouse #5, or maybe he would have had higher scores on exams. Of course, being assigned remedial courses with a Ravenclaw is bound to ruin anyone's high...

Harry Potter/Marietta Edgecombe

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Harry inhaled, enjoying the feeling of warmth touching his lips, followed almost immediately by a rush that was altogether foreign, and yet, pleasurable in a way that he had never thought possible. Then, his lungs burst and he coughed so hard his glasses fell off of his face.

Marietta was lounging against the closest arm chair, smiling. "First timers always cough," she admitted, "so don't worry. You'll get the hang of it."

"Is it always this harsh?" he asked, feeling like Norbert had spit a fireball in his mouth.

"No, no, only the really good shit," she said, waving off his concerns. "Sprout keeps that for herself..."

 

Accepted.

Well, that makes it easier.



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“What?!.. no wonder Neville is always hanging out down here with her on his time off.” There was a.. simmering.. in his head. Like a heat wave on a pleasant summer afternoon, lethargy seemed to spread through every inch of him as he tried to work out a way to get rid of the burning in his gums.

“So how do you know about this?” He asked as he settled into his seat, glancing over at Marietta quizzically. Her first response was a mumble, but he noticed the bright blush that spread over her cheeks, the light rosy tinge failed to clash with her hair, like Ginny normally did.

“What? Didn't catch that?” Calm followed the lethargy, and miraculously Harry found that he wasn't nervous at all about talking with Marietta. Alone.

“..I said I recognized it from home. My parents grow some on their windowsill and they always enjoy before they, uhmm...' Her blush got even brighter, but the tone to her voice was all he needed to guess what she was talking about.

“Wow, and you decided to share with me, huh?” Where that came from, Harry had no idea, he barely recognized himself in the calm delivery and the teasing smirk. Suddenly he wasn't worried at all, he was familiar with her after all, From the D.A., what with her being Cho's best friend. While the reddish bonde wasn't as pretty as Ravenclaw's seeker, Harry couldn't help but notice, what with the topic of conversation, that she wasn't exactly hard on the eyes after.

“Potter, are you checking me out?” For some reason Marietta seemed to find this hilarious, and broke into a peal of tinkling laughter right after that set Harry off laughing with her. It took a good few moments for the chuckles to wear off before Harry was able to respond without starting to laugh again.

“What do you expect, talking like that?” Normally, at this point, he knew he'd have been blushing up a storm and stammering, but instead he just raked his gaze up and down her once more, lingering at the flare of her hips and the swell of her bust for just a half tick longer.

When he finally forced his eye's back up to her face, Marietta was biting her bottom lip and her gaze had gained a quality he wasn't entirely unfamiliar with. Years of being a celebrity meant he could recognize longing in the eyes of a girl.

When she spoke a moment later, her voice was husky, and she had sat up in her recliner, leaning forward towards him. “Like what you see?” Harry blinked, wondering when the top few buttons on her shirt had come undone. A surge of something warm and determined boiled up from inside of him, and for once it wasn't smothered by his nervousness. Normally, girls terrified him, but now? Now he was feeling just fine with her intent-laden eyes on him.

“Of course I do, you're fantastic to look at.” And despite his best efforts, he found it incredibly difficult to look anywhere but the inviting swell of her breast, as if the pair of tits had suddenly developed a magnetic pull on him. He found himself stood up before he realized his intentions.

Two long steps were all it took to cover the distance between them, one hand lifting as Harry reached out and pressed two fingers against the base of her neck, slowly dragging them down, now, though, worry bloomed in his gut, but still he continued on. “Show me a bit more..?”

Marietta's eye lids had dropped, and she gazed up at him from underneath long lashes with her lip bite having returned with a vengeance. “Alright.. “ Not long after, he spotted movement from one of her hands, and saw her fingers deftly undoing button after button, working it's way up slowly, but her acceptance was all a certain part of him needed before his previously comfortable trousers were suddenly uncomfortably tight.

Only a moment later, Harry Potter was feeling his first handful of titty. Marietta hadn't fninished unbuttoning her top yet, but he hadn't waited. Two fingers became a groping five that wrapped around Marietta's left breast and squeezed, gently. His touch elicited a little gasp from Marietta, and the delicious sound was enough to draw his eyes away from what he was doing, even as excitement thrummed through him, only she wasn't staring at him, anymore.

Or rather, not at his eyes, she seemed to be locked directly onto the bulge in his trousers. His blush and nervousness returned with a vengence when he saw the tiny tip of her pink tongue dip out and draw over her top lip. “I want to see too, Potter, this isn't a free show.” He could tell she tried to inject some lightness into her tone, but it didn't do much to mask the velvety undertone that seemed to have weaved itself into every word.

“Uhmm... “ That was a bit farther than he felt comfortable with, and it must have reflected in his voice because moments later Marietta was meeting his gaze. The longing from earlier had only grown.. but there were elements he was only mildly familiar with, and couldn't put a name on... a moment later, though, she seemed to come to a decision.

Harry heard what he would later recount as the most wonderful sound in the world, the light brush of fingers on satin, and then a little Snap! His eyes followed the source of the sound, and Harry lost all coherent thought a moment later.

He wasn't even consciously aware his other hand lifting, but the way her rosy pink nipples dragged across his palms, the incredible pillowy, silken softness of her skin under his fingers left no room for doubt or worry over her request. Left no room for anything but the need to feel more.

“I'll take that as a yes...” She was a bit hesitant about it, but one of the Ravenclaw witch's hands lifted and pressed against his thigh, only to slide up and over the now painfully intense bulge of his erection. At the same moment, Harry found himself fascinated with her nipples, rubbing a finger over either drew the second sexy sound from Marietta of the night.

This time, though, her gasp was much sweeter, breathier, and Harry suddenly found himself desperate for relief from the confines of his pants. “Alright.. alright.” It took a moment, and strangely, Harry wondered where the pleasant calm from before was, but he gathered up his courage and quickly undid the snap of his trousers, pulling his pants and boxers down just far enough for his dick to pop out and nearly bop Marietta in the nose, she was leaning in so close.

The pretty strawberry blonde stared.. seemingly speechless, even while delicate fingers wrapped about his shaft dragging up and down, slowly, exploring him he gasped when one of her nails dragged along the base near the tip, the sensation some mixture between pain and pleasure, with how oversensitive his excitement had made him.

It took several long, deep breaths for him to bring his heartrate down enough to speak, when, from nowhere, the calm from before returned, there was a pretty girl with a hand around his cock, why was he so worried? “Like what you see?” He said in pantomime of her earlier teasing. Marietta's grip tightened in response, and Harry felt himself pulse slightly in her grip. Finally, though, she tore her eyes away from the head of his cock and looked up at him, nodding once.. “Yes... yes I do. “ It suddenly occurred to Harry that he was in position for maybe, something a bit more.. his left hand lifted, and rested atop the back of Marietta's head, where he put only the slightest amount of pressure. “Why don't you see if you like the taste, too?”

For the first time since this whole thing started, Marietta looked away from him, as her blush went nuclear, it seemed. Inside, she was torn. On the one hand, the warmth and courage and tension and desire were swirling around inside her like never before.. and Harry Potter, famously unresponsive to girls and their advances, was asking her HER for a blowjob.

Not Cho, not Hermione, not any of the other dozens of girls after him. Her. She was incredibly flattered.. but nervous, too. On the other hand, she'd never done this before, and was afraid of doing something wrong. Already she was dredging up every piece of gossip or sordid tale swapped between her and her mates, quick Ravenclaw mind putting things together even as Harry's hand in her hair pressed a bit harder.

Committing herself to it, Marietta returned to their locked gaze, and nodded, once, without saying anything.. before leaning forward and wrapping her lips around very tip of Harry's dick.

Harry, for his part, could already feel himself starting to approach that edge, but was frantically holding off. Trying to summon images of every old, wrinkly, or obese person he could was only just keeping him from getting any closer.. but as soon as he felt the wet and soft sensation of Marietta enveloping him he couldn't stop his hips from jerking forward, just a bit. Another inch sliding between her lips.

Harry didn't remember closing his eyes, but when he pulled them back open and looked down, Marietta was looking up at him, and the sight of it, her pretty eyes gazing up at him while she had his dick in her mouth dragged a long groan from him, then she was looking back down and leaning forward, taking more of him.. and pulling back as he felt the brush of her tongue.

Her other hand lifted, and wrapped around the base of him, gripping what she didn't feel comfortable taking past her lips and stroking, softly at first as she began to bob up and down on his dick. Harry, had fisted one hand in her curly locks, another moan escaping him.

“God.. uhn, Marietta, more.. I want to feel more.. “ How was she supposed to refuse the need in his voice when she'd already started? She pushed a bit further, next time, while at the same time fiicking her tongue right beneath the head of his dick, and in response he pulsed and throbbed between her fingers and in her lips. His hips jerked again, but luckily she was sliding back, or she was almost certain he'd have hit her gag reflex.

Harry was on the edge. The hot, wet, smooth pleasure was the center of his entire existance at that moment, already holding back was starting to become impossible, once again he forced himself to open his eyes, wanting to have a good memory of his, after it was over. He took in the way her strawberry blond hair swayed lightly with each bob up and down, or the way her delicious tits bounced as she leaned forward or pulled back, ever so slightly.

It all came to a head, when, a moment later, he felt the slightest brush of her teeth dragging along the top of his shaft, the sensation was too much for him to handle and he knew it. In the last moments before he lost all control he despeately gasped out a warning. “Mmm, Cumming!” before unloading. Not thinking to let go of Marietta's hair sothat she could pull back if she wanted. Every muscle in his body seemed to tense as he unloaded in her mouth. Spraying spurt after spurt of hot release against her tongue and the back of her throat for a frantic few seconds before he finished and let go of her hair, his knees inexplicably weak and suddenly he was a bit dizzy.

It was all he could do to land, heavily, in the chair he'd been in previously before he collapsed entirely. The biggest, stupidest grin plastered onto his face as his heavy, gasping breaths started to slow down.. dimly, in the background, he heard the unusually loud sound of someone swallowing.. which tickled his mind back into a semi-active state.

When he looked at her once more, he knew the sight would be forever burned in his mind, it seemed he'd painted her face with a bit of his seed as well, Marietta sat there with her curly, long hair framing her face, blushing like mad, her tits rising and falling slowly with each breath, teeth worrying at her bottom lip as she looked at him as if she was suddenly shy.

A moment later, he learned why..

“....so, is it my turn now?”


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This is why I don't do these things, I suck at short. Really, really suck at short. Sorry for the wait, I know I'm way over the 30 minute mark.

On the other hand, you got 2.1k words, instead of a measly 500, lol.

As is expected, this is an unbetad rough first draft. So, uh, I know I used the same phrases a few times, repetitively, but I was trying to get this out as quick as possible.

 

Best Harry/Marietta I ever read. Make of that statement what you will!

 

LoL, Don!

Prompt: Harry and Hermione choose to return to Hogwarts for seven year, and are awarded Head Boy and Head Girl positions.

Ron, however, doesn't return, and now that the war is over, all sorts of previously suppressed desires come out to play.

H/Hr, cheating on Ron, instigator or aggressor Harry, Hermione who isn't completely flat with the figure of a little boy, please.

(Emma Watson has a beautiful face, but no womanly figure to speak of, sadly.)

 

Why not that him and Hermione didn't work out and he didn't go back to Hogwarts for the seventh year? Why cheating? Just.... why?

 

Because I think it would be sexy and awesome and add some depth to the scene.

Plus I despise Ron getting off lightly after his multiple betrayals. Karma is a bitch, Bitch!

 

You've been reading too much fanfiction, I see.

 

I'm not arguing with you about this, there are already tags in the thread about you being annoying. I know what I want, if someone wants to write it, awesome, if they don't, oh well, I'm not going to cry.

 

Who's arguing about anything? I asked a simple question, got an answer to it, and replied to you in return. That's the sum of it.

 

This is not the thread for it Odran. Please stop. Or as the tags so eloquently put it, plz stahp.

 

This is no place for judgement. If someone wants a fic with infidelity, then go for it.

Prompt:

Dresden/Molly - Changes - In the car outside Rudolph's house. Molly thinks stake-outs are boring and finds her own fun.

Or, if it tickles your fancy, Dresden/Murphy. Similar situation, set some other time.

 

Where is my Dresden/Charity you motherfucker.

 

Hmm, anyone in the mood for a shot at a barmy (in a good, non-harmful way) Ron/Luna? Could be he was affected more by those brain tentacles in OotP than anyone could have guessed.

 

It's finished. Been beta'd. I just need to fix some of the stuff brought up by the beta. Calm your fucking titties.