Thank you for the tag, @scone-lover​! It’s not Thursday any more but I’m doing this anyway.

I mentioned this in another post, but I like Outside the Line by sanskrits. It’s mostly nonbinary!Baz’s coming out process, and WATFORD HAS A GSA! Baz isn’t part of a queer community in canon, and also not in most fanfic, and community is such an important resource! 

New this week is Hair care for beginners by @fox--diaz​. fem!baz teaches fem!simon how to take care of her hair and then some other stuff happens too because touching.

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley Additional Tags: Post War, Rent Boy!Draco, Down-And-Out!Draco, Grimmauld Place, House magic, Portraits, First Times, Antagonism, Hurt/Comfort, Coming Out, Pining, Angst, UST, Kissing, Frotting, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Intergluteal Sex, Anal Sex, Homophobic Slurs And Attitudes, Internalised Homophobia, Derogatory Attitudes To Sex Workers, Some Mentions Of Sadistic Violence, Brief Thoughts Of Sexual Activity With A Sleeping Partner, Rough Sex, Brief Mention Of Harry With A Woman (Past Relationship), Mentions Of Dubious Consent In Connection With Sex Work, Community: hd_erised, Inexperienced Harry, Top Harry Potter, House Elves, Masturbation Summary:

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

Excerpt:

It wasn't too late to turn this around. “I know what you’re thinking,” Harry said. He couldn’t look Malfoy in the eye and lie to him, so he looked at the ground. “But I just didn’t want you to go with that man. He’s a sleazy bastard.”

 He glanced up at Malfoy’s face and said quickly, “I’ll pay you, of course. Whatever he was going to pay. I’ll pay double – just don’t go with him. Not now, or in the future.”

Malfoy’s jaw tightened and he spoke low and dangerous. “This shit? Again? I’ve told you, I’ll never take your money unless I can give you something in return. You’ve rescued me enough times.”

Harry opened his mouth to explain, but Malfoy put a hand up. “Stay away from me, Potter,” he hissed. “If you don’t want what I have to offer…” His face twisted in an expression that looked painful. “Well, plenty of other people do.” He spat the words out viciously as he turned to go back into the bar. “Don’t worry, I can easily find those two again and tell them that you changed your mind.”

Harry’s hand shot out before he was aware of what he was doing, and connected with Malfoy’s wrist. “No.” He held Malfoy there, feeling him struggle, the knobs of bone at Malfoy’s wrist shifting under his fingers. Harry didn’t let go, and after a bit Malfoy stopped trying to pull away.

Part of him still knew it was wrong, but it was hopeless trying to resist. Harry couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t control this need for Malfoy, so deep and fierce that he felt it in his bones. He did want it, more than he would have believed possible. He wanted it so much he ached for it, every nerve in his body singing the same desperate note of longing.

“OK,” Harry said, and it felt like a dive into madness, but there was nothing he could do. It had been inevitable from the moment Harry had seen him standing on Duke Street.

Malfoy’s face was still hard and closed. “OK what, Potter? OK, I go back to the club, find those wizards and let them fuck me every which way?”

“No,” Harry said firmly. He was still clutching Malfoy by the wrist, and they were both breathing hard. “No. I want you,” Harry told him, and now he had said it the first time, it felt like he might not be able to stop saying it. “I want you so fucking much,” he said, and Malfoy just looked at him, with an expression Harry couldn’t fathom. He stared at Harry, his features especially haughty in the washed out light, and Harry still holding onto Malfoy like he might get away. Then Malfoy grabbed Harry by the back of the neck with his free hand and kissed him, so deep, so demanding, that it felt almost savage.

Harry closed his eyes and gave way to the overpowering need pounding in his blood. The last ragged shreds of his scruples fell away, and he let them go without hesitation. He was going to do this. That’s all there was to it, and nothing was going to stop him.

“If you want me,” Malfoy said, breaking away for a moment, and Harry gave a short nod. “You’d better take me home and have me.”

Harry’s head was so full of Malfoy’s lush taste, the wiry strength of his body, he didn’t know how he found any space in there to focus on Apparating, but he managed to Side-Along the two of them to the hallway of Grimmauld Place, where the house greeted them with wild eruptions of flowers bursting forth from the ceiling.

They moved towards the stairs, Harry still trying to kiss Malfoy as he worked to remove Malfoy’s jacket and his own shoes. They stumbled at the bottom of the stairs and ended up half-sitting, half-lying across them, with Harry on top of Malfoy, tugging at Malfoy’s shirt and moaning at the expanse of smooth warm skin he found beneath. Luxurious, thick carpet sprang up beneath them, cushioning the treads of the stairs, and a riot of hothouse perfume drifted down from the flowered ceiling.

“Wow. Your house really wants us to fuck,” Malfoy panted, sliding his palms over the muscles of Harry’s thighs. Harry couldn’t even get Malfoy’s jacket off and he wanted – needed – to feel Malfoy pressed beneath him like this with nothing in the way.

“Uhhh,” Harry groaned, getting unsteadily to his feet and pulling Malfoy up the stairs. “Want you.” They reached the first floor.

“Too many stairs,” Malfoy said.

“I know,” Harry tried to kiss him again, greedy and desperate, but this time it was Malfoy who yanked Harry towards the stairs. “Bed. This way.”

“Uh– it’s been raining in my room recently,” Harry told him as they reached the second floor landing. “Keep going.”

“Shit,” Malfoy pushed Harry up against the wall and worked open a couple of buttons on his shirt, his fingers smooth and sure against Harry’s skin. “Can’t wait.” Petals fluttered down on their heads from above, Malfoy’s breath hot on Harry’s jaw. “We could do it here,” Malfoy told him.

“Oh hell, yes,” Harry said, as Malfoy undid another button, and pressed a wet, open-mouthed kiss to Harry’s collarbone which pulled a breathless sound from Harry. “Oh fuck, yes, Draco.”

Malfoy obliged, snicking another button free. “You’re going to come so hard,” he told Harry, then he palmed the bulge of Harry’s cock, slow and dirty, and Harry let out a sound he had never heard himself make before, a groan of longing and desperation, mixed with amazement.

“Oh, god,” he gasped out, but before Malfoy could do it again, a blood-curdling sound came from above.

“Filth!” it shrieked.

“No,” Harry moaned. “Not now.” Not now, when Malfoy’s hands were working at Harry’s belt, and Harry’s fingers were sliding over the warm skin of Malfoy’s back. But it was too late. They had woken Walburga.

Author: blacktofade

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Rating: R

Summary:

AU: Stiles visits Paris and ends up getting ridiculously lost. Luckily, he meets Derek, who has a sense of direction.

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Oh, I'm sure there are some (or more like a lot) in there, but I don't tag them and I can't think of any right now... Hmm. This one (40k!) has bottom!Steve for sure, and this PWP dirty little thing too.

*goes off looking some more*

then there's this huge thing, Tomorrow Belongs to Me, 87k, bottom!Steve. Your welcome xD Hope this helps.