#[ after my dumb cry fest ]

[animcsus]

Boy, oh boy.. The price of freedom... Is Steep....

Ind. Priv. and Selective Multi fandom Multi muse featuring muses from Disney, Star Wars, Final Fantasy, BG3, and more! Dearly loved by Jet. Personals will be blocked on sight.

CARRD. COMM.

[ggumjjun]

# his girl !! … nsfw

synopsis. jaemin likes it a little too much when you’re a little dumb,,, after all, you’re his girl to spoil.

tw. minors dni + nsfw !! somewhat bimbo f!reader, cocky jaem, college au, breeding kink, size kink, fingering, dumbification, pet names (his girl, princess)

a/n. my apologies to feminism uM this was a bit out of my control at this point loll it’s been so long since i wrote an actual fic ahaha this took forever

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it wasn’t his really fault. if he tried, he could have prevented your cute little sobbing mess,,, if it wasn’t for the fact that you’re cutest to jaemin when you’re a little useless. fat tears welling up in your pretty eyes, crying into his pillow because you just couldn’t understand anything on that last exam, your muffled whines still audible through your hiccups, it just didn’t make any sense! ’m gonna fail! and sitting at his desk, thighs slightly spread as his arm rests over the back of his desk chair, jaemin watches your little sob fest that inevitably comes around every exam season because it’s just so hard, isn’t it?

it wasn’t really his fault you failed again though… except for the fact that he could’ve had something to do with how you had next to no studying done,, given that you’re just so perfect when you’re preoccupied with jaemin making you feel a little too good, making you conveniently forget about the next day’s tests. and it certainly didn’t have to do with how often he lets you come over, slapping his thigh for your cute ass to come sit down, a hand on your hip slipping a little lower before you can even pick up your pencil. so maybe you couldn’t think straight when you already arrived late to your exam… not if jaemin fucked your cute brain out a little too hard the night before.

and it’s not like he meant to make you fail… it was going to happen either way. jaemin and his straight a’s, flawlessly making his way through his years and charming professors, recruiters, anyone who spoke to him could hardly resist slipping their business card into his hands. he really tried to tutor you at first, his darling girlfriend with a penchant for failure. somewhere mid way through a library tutoring session, your pretty lips pursed in a pout of confused frustration because for some reason, nothing he tried seemed to ever work itself out in your cute head. and maybe it had to do with your pretty lips also wrapped around his big cock and doe eyes looking up at him so sweetly rather than on the papers in front of you, fingers clinging to his thighs and his fingers threaded through your hair. and so maybe your little girlfriend-boyfriend tutoring sessions lost their original purpose, coming over to his apartment saying you’ll really try today,,, but jaemin knows better than that, and it’s not something he minds at all.

“c’mere princess,” jaemin gently murmurs as you peek out from behind his pillows, wet trails down your cheeks only enhancing your pretty features, your glossy eyes fixed on him as he pats his thigh invitingly, as if to beckon over his girl. when you hesitate, swaddled in his sheets, a soft sigh escapes his lips as a faint smile finds its way on his lips before he sits on his bed side. “this way better?” nodding tearily, your cheek resting on his shoulder when you crawl into his lap and arms, warmed by his presence and familiar heartbeat beneath your fingertips. “shhh, don’t worry about a thing, love,” jaemin breathes, tucking your face into the crook into his neck. and a slight smirk crosses his lips when you wrap your arms around his neck. his poor, dumb, sweet girl.

“i– i really t-thought i could do it–!” you whimper, “‘m so d-dumb.” true. “you’re just not meant for this…” jaemin murmurs, his hand resting on the small of your back comfortingly, “you’re meant for me, though.” lips pressed to the crown of your head, a reassuring kiss planted to your mind that’s a little useless for anything important. not that he’s against that.

“r-really?” your pretty eyes meeting his as you tilt your head back to meet his warm gaze, adoration warming his chest at your trust and faith in him, because he can’t help but love your innocence. “more than anything,” his fingers trail over your cheeks before holding your face as delicately as one would hold glass, “you know i love you, no matter what. even if you’re not meant for taking classes that don’t make sense to you. even if you’re always distracting me.” he smiles, unable to suppress the many memories of your cute self being the one obstacle in his life. ever. just as you’re meant to be forever.

“wouldn’t have put this here if i didn’t mean it,” he gently reminds you, fingers holding yours before pressing a delicate kiss to the promise ring sitting prettily on your ring finger, meant to keep his word. and he always means it,,, his sweet girl, can’t do even the slightest thing without him… just the way you’re meant to be. and the little smile that graces your perfectly shaped lips reminds him a little more how much he loves you, useless and all. “you don’t have to worry about a thing, i’ll always be here for you.”

and when his hand rubs your bare thigh slowly, soothing and reassuring, his lips slot against yours in a saccharine kiss, as if time pauses for a brief moment, time locked like your lips pressed to his. whispers exchanged between gasps of air, trapped in his arms against his broad chest, never a thought of hesitation. a string of saliva hanging from your parted lips for a second before his lips find yours once more, unable to bear parting for more than a breath of oxygen. heat pooling in your core, in only the way jaemin can trigger, thighs rubbing together in a weak attempt to alleviate the burning need, feeling warmth race beneath your skin wherever he touches because it feels so right if it’s him.

“j-jaemin,” you whimper, “want you.” your fingers slipping down to rest on his shoulder, because only jaemin can take care of you in the way you need, a smirk playing on his handsome features. “yeah? gonna let me take care of you, princess?” and without bothering to wait for a reply, his fingers deftly slip your top over your head when you obediently lift your arms up for him, turning in his lap to grind down on the prominent bulge in his jeans, skirt pushed up to let him rub your cute panties. thin, soaked fabric offering little resistance as you whimper and shift into his fingers, glistening slick wetting his fingertips.

“open up for me,” he murmurs, spreading your legs, licking his lips at the wet spot forming in your panties just the way he wants against his fingers. “j-jaemin, ‘s embarrassing–!” you whimper, avoiding his gaze as he grins lazily, still trapping you against his broad chest. “yeah?” his hand slips from your panties to discard his shirt, knowing his girl gets shy a little fast, “better now?”

skirt hiked up your thighs, two fingers buried in your soaked cunt, warmth spreading a little too quickly as he curls his fingers at just the right spot, only further encouraged as you whimper and arch into his arms, can’t hide anything from him, can’t you~? but as much as jaemin loves to spoil you,,, wouldn’t be as fun if you got tired from his fingers, would it?

and there’s just something to the way you whine his name when his fingers pull from your folds, tears brimming in your pretty eyes as you try to shove his hands back down, a little weak on deprived pleasure to really have an effect as he smirks and licks your arousal from his fingers, slowly as he makes you watch such a lewd sight. “don’t worry, love, i’ll make it worth it,” jaemin whispers, his voice dropping as his wet fingers lip behind your back to undo his belt. “just need to make sure i fit, yeah?” and in seconds he’ll have you on your back, legs thrown up over his shoulders, tip flushed an angry red as he drips precum over your glistening folds, the lewd squelch of your juices at the intrusion, your whimpers to his deep moans at your pussy taking the stretch of his girth, taking all his sanity to not fuck you full in a second,,,

“fuck…” jaemin groans as he bottoms out, the low sound emanating from his chest as his hands grip your hips a little tighter, teeth grazing his lower lip as he gazes down at the pretty mess he’s made of you. lips bruised from his kisses, remnants of wiped away tears glistening on your cheeks as your pretty eyes clench shut, adjusting to his size as incoherent mumbles fall free from your parted lips, begging just the way he loves to hear. “eyes on me, angel… that’s right,” he smirks as your eyelashes flutter open, so clearly flustered by the sight of your legs thrown over his shoulders, cock buried deep in your cute cunt. “j-jaemin, w-wanna feel you,” you whimper, even feeling so full’s not enough for you, after all,,, not until his fingers link through yours does it feel absolutely right.

lewd squelches of arousal, gasping mewls of flustered pleasure, your pretty voice filling his ears as jaemin roughly grips your waist, hips reading back to meet yours in a hard thrust as you cry out desperately, needing to feel him everywhere. “my pretty girl,” soft swears escaping between heavy panting breaths as jaemin fucks your cute cunt, tip roughly kissing your cervix as he thrusts deep, only for his girl.

“fuck, ‘m all yours, ‘okay? gonna be mine after this, gonna be mine forever, yeah?” “mm–! ‘m yours, j-jaem!” you hiccup, eyes glossy with tears of pleasure as your fingers tighten around his, the one touch keeping you grounded as jaemin roughly thrusts hard, a sheen of sweat on his forehead as his presses to yours. “gonna knock you up, make you mine—“ he groans, his voice cut off as your soaked cunt clenches down hard, “p-please, jaem— w-wanna feel full!” you wail, unable to hide the undeniable rush at the thought of being his, his forever, just meant to be his.

“yea? wanna be knocked up ‘nd let everyone know you’re mine, all mine—“ incoherently words slide off his tongue as if it’s the most natural act, as if he’s thought of knocking you up for so long now,,, what a lie it would be to say jaemin doesn’t regularly think of treating you like his darling, putting a real ring on your delicate finger and taking care of you the way you’re meant to be taken care of,, might as well put his baby in n make you his pretty wife, shouldn’t he? jaemin loves you a little too much, can’t even bear the thought of you lifting a finger when he could do it all for you.

he’ll take care of the rest, leave nothing for your pretty mind to ever worry or concern yourself with except being his,, “c’mon princess, cum for me, yeah?” and god, does it feel heavenly when your cute cunt clenches down as you mewl n cum for him all pretty, wet and warm release gushing around his cock as he fucks you through,,, n the way your fingers cling to his biceps has his head spinning, because fuck, you’re just a little too perfect for him, c’mon love, hold on to him a little tighter, need him.

and jaemin’s lost in another heaven when he fills you up, creamy n warm seed pouring in n painting your insides white with him, fingers gripping your hip hard enough to leave fingertip shaped bruises as you sob n milk his cock so well, hushed, panting swears groaned into your neck, chests heaving against one another, a sheen of sweat coating his skin pressed to yours as if there’s no way to possibly be closer.

“shh, i know, ‘m gonna keep you all full,” jaemin murmurs softly in response to your incoherent mumbles, his hand gently feeling your soft tummy, “feel how deep you take me… that’s my girl,” a light smirk on his lips when you whimper at the slight pressure as he pushes in, must feel so good to be a little too full of jaemin’s presence? and his sweet kiss to your cheekbone,,, sweet as he is, can’t hide the way lovesick grin he can’t hide when you meel at the feeling of his hips reading back again,,, after all, his pretty girl can take another, can’t you~?

reblog to sign up for jaemin’s princess treatment lol u just know he’s into spoiling his girl

[starshideurfics]

Thirsty Thursday - Shut up and dance with me

steddie, omegaverse, a little bit of fun during my angst-fest to celebrate some follower milestones 🥰

Steve keeps saying he feels goofy wearing a suit, even if he’s happy to do it for Robin. It’s non-traditional, sticking an omega in black-tie. But neither is an alpha like Buckley having an omega as her best man. Her mating ceremony is beautiful, Chrissy absolutely sparkles, and Steve cries through half of it because he’s so happy for his best friend.

Eddie might cry a little, too.

He’s seated in the front row, with Robin’s family, since he and Steve are ‘capital S’ Serious, and Steve has practically been adopted by Robin’s parents. Melissa catches him crying and smiles; she’s certain to ask when he and Steve are going to tie the knot themselves.

He’s nowhere near ready to answer that one. Especially without Steve to help. Eddie hasn’t wanted to rush things, even being friends so long beforehand. Knows that he loves Steve more than anything. But they’ve barely been dating a year…

After the ceremony, Steve catches his eye from the reception line. “You good?” Eddie mouths, quirking a questioning brow.

Steve makes a dumb face—pretends to cry—gives him a thumbs up, and it’s like everything rearranges, his whole world shifting a couple inches to the left.

He knows.

All his worries about it being too fast float away like so much dust on the wind. He’d be happy enough watching Steve from across the room for the rest of his life, to giggle and mime at one another.

But after the reception, he gets to take Steve home.

Not being in the wedding party, he should honestly head over to the venue soon—after going through the receiving line. He kisses Chrissy’s cheek, tells her she looks stunning, high fives Robin for locking down her perfect omega, and whispers, “I’ll be waiting for you with a cocktail,” in Steve’s ear.

He manages to cop a feel, squeezing Steve’s ass before pulling back, earning him a tiny whine as they part.

Forcing himself to keep walking, Eddie hates leaving his m—

Hates leaving Steve. He wants to run back and scoop him into his arms. To keep him close.

Instead, he gets in Steve’s car and drives to the reception, grabs a scotch from the open bar, and distracts himself from missing Steve by chatting with Jonathan who is just as in need of the company since Argyle and Nancy are also in the wedding party.

Eddie’s on his second scotch when he hears whispers that the limo has arrived, and he goes to order a Manhattan for Steve with extra cherries. He’s barely got the coupe glass in hand before the DJ is announcing the new Mr. and Mrs. Buckley.

They’ve changed into their reception outfits: Chrissy’s dress short and frothy, Robin in metallic pants and a shirt unbuttoned halfway down her sternum, both of them already dancing as they make their grand entrance.

The whole room hoots and hollers as they burst into cheers.

The rest of the party has changed too. Nancy’s in a slinky dress, the depth of the black of it the only thing hiding the outline of her dick. Argyle is in shorts that make him seem ridiculously tall, and Heather is in a romper covered in rhinestones.

Then there’s Steve.

He’s dressed to match Robin in silver-sequined pants, trading the button-down for a loose tank top that shows off too much of his golden skin, freckles and moles like so many stars in the sky.

Eddie’s mouth waters as he makes his way over to him, drink in hand.

“Damn, sweetheart!” he says, eyes locked on Steve’s tits, needing to hold him by the sides and slip his thumbs in to tease his nipples.

Steve grips hush chin, tilts his gaze up until their eyes meet. “Thanks, babe.” He smiles into their kiss, uses his teeth a little.

Eddie offers him the drink, and Steve happily accepts, plucking out a cherry and popping it into his mouth. Another kiss, this one cherry-sweet, and Steve downs his drink, holding his extra cherry between his teeth for a long moment, grinning as he bites it in half.

“Why is it so hot when you do that?” Eddie rasps, his dress pants suddenly a little too tight.

Steve smiles, pulls half the cherry from between his lips, and presses it to Eddie’s mouth. “Shut up and dance with me, Munson,” he says, laughing, barely containing his delight.

He drags Eddie onto the dance floor, the alpha going willingly, hands easily finding their way onto Steve’s hips. Falling to the beat, into moving with one another is easy. So easy, Eddie nearly forgets his revelation from earlier.

And he’s distracted again by Steve’s chest.

“You okay there, Munson?” he teases, using a single finger to direct Eddie’s gaze back up to face him. “Keep your eyes on me.”

A purr rumbles through Eddie’s chest as he leans in close. “Why d’ya still call me Munson all the time, Stevie?” he murmurs, then kisses Steve’s ear.

“Like the way it sounds. I like everything about you, Eddie.” The words are soft and vulnerable, barely audible over the pulse of the music.

It makes Eddie brave enough to be vulnerable, too.

“How do you like the sound of Mrs. Munson? Or Ms.” He smiles. “Whichev-”

Steve cuts him off with a kiss.

“I like the sound of that a lot.”

[pintrestgrl]

you said angst so... jj x kook!reader JJs starts pushing pogues and reader away and when reader tries to get through to JJ, he says awful things to reader hitting her/them below the belt by bringing up her trauma and the fact she/they are a kook. maybe she completly ices him and the pogues out(bc the pogues forgave him) and start hanging out with kooks. maybe the topper/rafe/kelce trio to really drive home she doesn't care about them anymore. maybe she's even there when pope and jj get beat up? IDK i thought this up off the top of my head. i don't reader crying in the shower heartbreaking sob fest angst. also i left what her supposed trauma up to you bc i don't know how far you're willing to go with that.

-💐

okay i lied. i’m doing this one bc it intrigued me.. lol. but also hi 💐 anon !! ur not overwhelming me i love all the asks, it’s just a matter of energy lol. but love u !!

also prepare for this to be lengthy due to the thick plot, lol

i actually am proud of this and how i wrote it, i rlly like it 🥹.

i will get out more posts today, likely 2-3. 4 if i get drink an alani lmao.

mean!jj x sensitive!kook!reader.

you had always known jj, due to the small size of the island. however, you just started getting closer with him the past few weeks.

you had always seen into him more then others did, even from afar.

you noticed the bruises on his cheeks, and how they’d fade over the next few days. you noticed when he’d gotten a haircut, likely from john b. you didn’t know why, but you found him interesting.

you probably shouldn’t have, considering your brother — rafe, absolutely hated him. he was a bad kid, you always saw him getting arrested with the rest of the pogues.

the reason you two started getting closer, was due to a drunken hookup you had a misunderstanding on. clearly, he looked at it as any other girl he would hook up with, no feelings and not a thought about it again.

you however, looked at it way different. you really genuinely liked him, truly. you didn’t care about any of the bad rumors about him, you didn’t see him as just the bad. you saw the good too.

a few days ago, you went to the chateau to see jj. you hadn’t talked to him since the hookup, expect for minor greetings. you wanted to get to know him more. understand him, fully and completely.

it’s safe to say it didn’t go well. you sat him down, explaining how you really did like him. he listened at first, but as soon as you started trying to open him up, he immediately tensed.

you asked him about how come he always has those bruises on him, and where they’re from. he stood up immediately, scoffing at your attempt.

“you’re fuckin’ serious? you just came here to make fun of me?”

you shook your head quickly at his misunderstanding, explaining how that’s not what you meant at all.

“y’know, it’s not shit you would understand at all. you’re too much of a dumb pretty little ‘kook princess’ with no thoughts in her head to figure it out.”

you swallowed at his harsh words, tears filling your eyes. you opened your mouth to speak, but he just kept spewing more words out.

“ever think that’s why i didn’t talk to you after we hooked up? because we couldn’t ever be anything. i could never be with somebody like you.”

tears fell from your eyes at his words, trying to take deep breaths. you attempted to speak again, before he interrupted you.

“just save it, okay? go back to figure 8 where you belong.”

you let more tears fall, listening to him and gathering your stuff and leaving the chateau.

you walked home with tears down your face the whole time, thoughts stirring. was that really all he thought about you? just a kook who never had to worry about anything?

your tears eventually faded, feelings going numb from exhaustion.

when you got home, you pushed your way past your family, going upstairs to shower.

when you got in, you immediately broke down again. tears filling your eyes and streaming down your face.

you wanted jj to like you, you really did. but if he really had those thoughts of you, you needed to let him go. you couldn’t go on thinking about him, worrying, if your feelings weren’t reciprocated.

over the next few days, you left jj and every pogue alone. you noticed him around, though. you didn’t see the pogues around him, either. it seemed like he was avoiding them, just like you were avoiding him. he looked almost upset, everywhere he went too.

after a while, he got over whatever little mood he was in and you saw him laughing, running around with his friends again.

you however, were not over it. his words really hurt, and you couldn’t get them out of your head. but you knew you needed to give him the same treatment back.

so you decided to start hanging out with your friends too. you started going to the boneyard with topper, kelce, and rafe. you knew jj hated them, but you couldn’t bring yourself to show any care if you weren’t receiving any.

you left him alone for a while after that, silently thinking and worrying about him in your head instead.

you opted for watching from afar, both of you making awkward eye contact at times.

you still wondered where those bruises came from, and if you would ever know at all.

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Yours

February Filth Fest : Day Eight

Kang Yeosang x fem reader

a/n: I WENT CRAZY WRITING THIS I CANT EVEN TELL YOU HOW MANY TIMES I "DAMNED" MYSELF .

"Convince me."

(>ᴗ•)genre:

smut w/o plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited, degradation, zero build up, name calling(lots), using a toy, edging, dacryphilia, dumbification, spitting, praise, pet names, slapping, unprotected(🍅🍅), possessive dialogue, i went all out for my boy

tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"What? Can't even take a little toy?" Yeosang quips, not even turning his head to look at you- instead looking at the movie that neither of you really pay attention to. But he can hear you crying from the unrelenting, gently vibrations. You use your free hand and grab onto his forearm, whining. "How will you take my dick if you can't even take that?"

"I can take it, I'm taking it! I am!" You whine as you hold the handle of toy as still as you can, tears blurring your vision entirely. The wand of it twirls around inside you, touching your g-spot every so often. A piece extends up just above the handle and rests down on your clit, vibrating all the while. "I can take it, I can take it, you know I can so stop testing me!"

But it's on the lowest setting. And it's not enough. And every time you try to get more friction and fuck yourself on it, he slaps you back to your senses before turning back to the TV. "Please, Yeosang!"

He doesn't respond to you, laying still on his side of the bed with his head propped up on his hand, smirking as he 'watches' the movie. He's so cocky and so beautiful and loves you and makes you cum like nobody else ever has. But he lives to hear you beg. "Baby, I need you... I took it like a good girl, please just fuck me."

He tutts his tongue, lifting his shirt above his head and tossing it to a far corner of your bedroom. "Took it like a good girl? Doesn't look like it. You didn't even cum, did you?"

"No..." You admit, hips jolting as he trails his finger tips, light as a feather, up your thigh to your hip. "I need you to make me cum, Baby. Please, I'm so fucking close."

"So you're not a slut... You're just a cock slut." He slowly crawls his way up the bed, keeping his eyes locked on yours even as they threaten to look at your gushing pussy. "That it, bitch? C'mon, tell me," he draws out as he slowly moves your hand away. Without you holding it still, it wiggles around more violently- making you cry out, tears completely flooding your pillow case.

He slaps your leg and holds his hand over the angry flesh to calm it as he all but growls, "I asked you a fucking question, Darling."

"Yes! I'm a cock slut!"

"Any cock will do?"

"No, yours! Need yours, Yeosang!"

"Mine?" He asks innocently, cocking his head to the side. "Just mine, Babe?"

"Yes, just yours. You're the only one, Sang... please stop torturing me, I need you so badly. I need- I w- please! I'm your cock slut."

"Awe," he coos, hands rubbing up your sides and wrapping around your shoulders. He pulls you down to be face to face with him. "My poor little whore... So cute, all needy for me like this." You almost combust on the spot when one of his hands grabs the handle of the toy and begins thrusting it slowly. "If you can cum on this, I'll fuck you as much as you want. Yeah?"

You nod, dumb. "Please, just don't stop." The feeing of the silicone dragging against your walls after so so long has you buzzing. Tears clouding your vision, you fail to notice the way his smirk widens as he speaks.

"I won't stop."

--

"Yeosang, Baby! S'too much!" You cry as you hold onto his shoulders.

He abandoned the toy the second you came, fucking himself into you before you even got the chance to catch your breath. His fingers had started a non-stop attack on your sensitive clit. "No it's not. You said you could take it," he grabs your face and squishes your cheeks together, spreading your lips. He spits right into your waiting mouth and places his hand over your lips. "So be my good whore and take it."

You gulp down his saliva, licking at his finger and smiling as he takes it away. You roll your tongue out in pride. "There's my good whore." He smiles back down at you, "my perfect fuck toy."

His loving smile fades as his hips return to their merciless thrusts. Your hips buck up into him, and it doesn't anything but please him. "Stay still." He puts more weight down on your hips and holds them in place as he pounds into you. You scream out, back trying desperately to arch but not getting very far. Now, all of his weight is ontop of you. "My dumb, pretty, little thing. Can't even follow a simple demand. Stay fucking still or you'll never feel my cock again."

You know he's bluffing. He knows he bluffing. But it doesn't stop you from stilling underneath him, simply wrapping your arms around him and trying to ground yourself as he fucks you to another planet.

"That's it, get comfortable. You're not going anywhere until I'm done with you." He wraps his hand up in your hair and holds you tightly, groaning into your ear. "This slutty little hole is all mine. All mine. Right, Darling? This pussy is mine?"

All you can do is stare over at him from where he rests his head next to yours, so fucking close that you can feel his hot breath. "Sang- Yeosang, I w- fuck."

He pulls you onto your side, hiking your leg over his hip as he slows his thrusts to give you a chance to think. He brushes back your sweaty hair, smiling gently like he's not about to spit venomous words at you. "You are my whore." He grabs your chin and pulls you impossibly closer. "Right?"

"Yes, Baby."

"Wanna hear you say it."

"I'm your whore."

"Cute," he mocks as he begins to fuck into you with an inhuman force. "Now say it like you mean it, bitch." He holds your head into his chest, kissing your head as you moan violently, clawing down his back. "Convince me, and you can cum as much as you want. You know good girls get what they want."

Yeosang is mean in the bedroom, sure. But he's never a liar. And with the promise that he'll throw you over the edge again has you groveling. "I'm your whore, Baby! Your cock slut, I'm your cum dump and- God!" You slap his bicep as he nibbles on your neck, grabbing at the back of his head with the other.

"Keep going," he urges, a neediness in his voice that makes your cunt tighten around him.

"I'm your Darling, your- fucking God!I'm your good girl, r-right?" He nods into your neck, licking all the way up to behind your ear, taking your earlobe in his teeth. "And I love it, love your cock! I love you, I'm yours, yours!"

"All fucking mine," he moans, content with your begging- his hand going down to your cunt and making good on his promise to make you cum.

[elisedonut]

❄️HARRY POTTER REC FEST 2023❄️

Lightning round because i for sure got distracted and never finished after day 12

so here we go i wont go into too much detail for any of these I did skip a couple that i didn't have an idea for as expected but enjoy!

13. A fic with over 100k words 

Percy Take the Wheel by KittySmith

My personal favorite long Percy-centric fic!

Based on the concept of “What if Molly and Arthur died between the first and second books and Percy ended up being the brother to step up to take care of his younger siblings”

14. A favorite series

Harry Potter and the Ticket Backwards by viciousmouse

Gen Time travel Au’s my beloved. Another Harry goes back in fic but this one has a ton of focus on smaller characters Dudley, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbott ect ect.

Also Harry convinces Percy to try to become a lawyer. 

16 A fic that made you laugh 

Hexes Are Not Romantic by Electroid

Flintley with Marcus being dumb and not going about this whole flirting thing very well. Very cute.

19. Fic with the hottest smut 

Points (not) Taken by Green

Flintley with honestly, again Marcus just not doing boundaries but i think about it alot, it’s probably one of my favorite Flintley works.

20. A fic rated G

Dancing Lessons by HPfanatic12 

Gen fic where Percy teaches Harry how to dance for the Yule Ball. Very cute and fun concept.

+ Ludicrous by mrsprobie 

Justin Finch-Fletchley/Percy Weasley, meet cute. Very cute.

23. A soulmate fic

Into Oblivion by hmweasley

Draco Malfoy/Percy Weasley, I know someone else has Rec’ed this one for this fest already but i am too it’s very interesting 

24. A holiday fic

Saving Christmas by A_Door 

Percy Weasley/Blaise Zabini, Very cute story of Blaise trying to show Percy their into him without saying it despite their many attempts going right over Percy’s head.

25. A fic rated T

wholly true by starsailing

Flintley, Once again awkward Marcus trying to court/flirt will never not be entertaining to me. In this case with gift giving 

26. A fic with an ending you can’t stop thinking about

There's Rue for You by Mr_Customs_Man

Flintley but only like kinda, anyway Ok so i’ll admit i'm stretching ending here. The part I think the most about with this is the end of Percy’s stay with Marcus but still I think about the regular ending too, because that whole last paragraph is just oof.

It’s fic exploring an AU where Peter polyjuiced as Percy after the fight and Percy goes through hell

27. A Muggle-AU fic

blueberry eyes ( seem to make time still ) by pandorascrate

Hannah Abbott/Percy Weasley. I liked that they didn't immediately get together. It took years in the story for them to get together. Also Percy feels good in this. I like the way he was written.

29. A post-canon fic More Lessons in Grieving as Taught by Dennis Creevy by angeladex

Gen Dennis and George talk after the final battle. Pulling Dennis into stories revolving around the Weasley’s grief for Fred is always really interesting to me and i’m not going to lie this one almost made me cry.

30. A pre-canon fic Life Lessons as Taught by Luna Lovegood by angeladex

Gen When Luna’s mom dies she goes to the burrow to tell the Weasley’s her family won’t be coming over for dinner after all and Percy walks her home. I really liked this. Percy’s reactions to a 9 year old Luna trying to weave around saying outright that her mom is dead was really good.

31. A fav amongst favs Vivaldi and Hot Chocolate by Patriceavril

Stan Shunpike/Percy Weasley, I’m very biased towards this one i won’t even lie but i love it very much. It’s cute, it’s sweet. Percy’s characterization is really nice. Stan’s characterization is really fun.

@hprecfest

[scabopolis]

In anticipation of the upcoming 2023 Logan x Veronica "New Year, New Fic" fest, I bring you a small selection of fics inspired by epistolary exposition. Traditionally 'epistolary' is story written through letters, but this could be letters, emails, texts, etc.

Day 1 of the challenge is February 1, 2023 so be sure to check out the #2023 LV New Year here on tumblr or the AO3 collection for more fic and art.

As a reminder, there are so many fics that fill these tropes. These are just a smattering, so make sure to make note of the ones you love the most and next week, when the challenge starts, maybe go drop those you love a kudos, a comment, or both to share the joy.

(Apologies for the s4 gif, but they're very cute if you just forget everything that came before and comes after)

Starting these fic recs with the two that inspired the prompt:

Fic: Three Emails Sent Across Continents (and Possibly Five Text Messages) by Care Rating: T for 'these two dumbs' Tropes and Themes: post-movie AU, sexual attraction to forearms, writing smut is challenging and Veronica acknowledges that Read if: You like a little romantic anticipation, also would ogle Logan's forearms over Skype, and appreciate the simplicity of a 'hi' text message that can make one's heart race. Also available as a podfic!

Fic: Wingspan by @theawkwardterrier Rating: G for General Wonderful Courtship and Romance Tropes and Themes: post-movie AU, Veronica writes letters, this person cries tears, 'funtimes communication porn' (author's description), issues will be resolved whether they like it or not Read if: You want to read a fic where intimacy slowly uncurls itself like a cat.

Fic: Just-in-Case Letters by @machawicket (must have AO3 account to read) Rating: T for TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE Tropes and Themes: Logan writes letters before each deployment and I feel emotions in every chapter, pitch perfect dry wit of one Logan Echolls Read if: DO NOT SKIP TO THE END OF THESE LETTERS. Promise me. The final chapter is the letter Logan writes during his movie deployment, but Macha builds to that moment in a way you will want to experience for yourself. (Though I am forever crying over "I want years with you, Veronica.")

Fic: Excerpts from Logan's Feelings Journal by bennet_7 Rating: Author lists as PG-13 but that's mainly because Logan is a smartass Tropes and Themes: Not a very couple-y Logan/Veronica fic but you can read between the lines, classic comedy fic from circa s2, journal entries as exposition Read if: You have 10 min and want some Logan snark in a short time frame and/or want to read a very clever way to account for the events of s2.

Fic: Snapshot by crimsonclad Rating: NR by author, I think it's a solid PG-13 for some thematic content and some swears Tropes and Themes: This fic is non-linear, this fic features a Target, this fic features domesticity, therefore this fic is wonderful and should be celebrated Read if: You want an unconventional cousin to an epistolary fic. Each section is bracketed by a story a tabloid has run about Logan (or a comment in the press) and then what was really going on behind the scenes. Also, a rare pairing of Connor Larkin and Weevil is always a delight.

Ones you love that I failed to mention? Make sure you make note and celebrate the wonderment when the celebration begins on February 1, 2023!

[firebuug]

13, 14 and 31 for the uncommon oc questions? for whatever ocs come to mind first

(also A and B for the creator questions for whoever comes to mind too :> )

before i look at the questions UHHH ill choose eva and centi because theyre bouncing in my head (eva bc brainrot centi bc hes my icon).

13. What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

eva was raised as a little nestie boy and in my mind very fancy rich colors are always light and pastel like marble and stuff and my brain always sees him dressed in white. i think he thinks he looks most dapper in white. maybe even gray. monochromes mostly because its hard to coordinate an outfit when your hair is fuckin Blue and you don't want to look like a stupid clown.

i however am in the impression that eva would look nice in red. and golds. and pale greens. and black. i just like eva

centi does NOT CARE in fact he HATES UNNECESSARY HUMAN CONSTRUCTS. what do you MEAN i cant go out to the supermarket in the human's PAJAMAS eva you are an IDIOT a FOOL a DOG to abiding to such STUPID human standards i am CONSERVING MY ENERGY . he doesn't care....but i guess he'd like colors that help him stealth or that he's had on him as a centipede bug

14. What animal do they fear most?

i . have never thought of this. UH. man i feel like animals are weird in PMworld. do they have zoos. obviously they have animals bc a lot of abnos are animal based but like. are they frequent. do people go to the zoos and see lions anymore. man. anyways i think if Eva met a chimp he would be scared. i feel like if he saw a hippo he'd be kinda scared. i dont think he'd be scared of horses he'd think theyre beautiful. i think, to a city dweller, animals arent as scary as the Daily Horrors you face, but at the same time, eva is a nestie what animals is he seeing? birds?? white eye crust dogs??????? lizards????? i think he'd be scared of snakes. oh my god he'd be scared of snakes. OH MY GOD HIS BOYFRIEND DISTORTS INTO A GIANT SNAKE BUG i think he'd be scared of snakes. i don't think he'd like bugs but he is fine with taking bugs out in a cup or throwing a newspaper at them but i think his parents kept his childhood house as bug-free as possible

centi is scared of anything that is scarier than him because it usually means it is a stronger devil than him. he is a predator bug outside of his fiend form and eats other bugs that are weaker and is very scary but he'd know his fucking place in front of Spider Devil or some shit. also he would probably not like dogs and cats. anything that poses a threat to a little centipede. however. as a human somehting like a bird? he laughs at now. dogs and cats? those can still fuck him up and put him in his place (owww scratches)

31. Who are they the most glad to have met? 

theres very obvious answers here. but genuinely even if they annoy him sometimes or make his work harder eva does appreciate meeting his friends and his future bf at lobcorp because, if he had worked here for this long without making friends with ANYONE. no matter what he tells himself he would have been so much more miserable. having friends isnt what he came here for but its what happened and hes grateful that his friends somehow didnt get tired of him and put up with his rocky beginnings because he doesn't know if he wouldve ever found joy in this work without them

he is also, as expected, very glad to have met julian because otherwise after the wing fell he probably would have no other reason to be on this earth other than "maybe make weird art until you run out of money and starve". jules kind of rocked his mindset too and helped him realize the people around him at the corp Arent just dumb npcs who are expendable, they are Human and Mortal and Will Die. they experience emotion just like him. and even if they ar einsufferable they are human and you will ifnd yourself crying when they die even if you only knew them as the guy from info team who made your life worse. he cant fester in hatred and hope someone innocent eats shit because one day theyll die and he'll be stuck with those emotions, and not everyone comes back like jules did

centi.... well. this is mostly just inner oc stuff with my friend and i's ocs hehe. but he is happy to meet another bug devil like him. because well...i like to think theres SOme sort of solidarity in being a scary bug. maybe hes a bit jealous. but then theyre just..homies. he doesnt have to face the isolation of feeling like an eldrich monstrosity living in some dudes apartment and getting yelled at for being an eldritch monstrosity and being Different and being Caged in a Stupid Inferior Human Body God FUcking Damn It alone. he has another bug guy going thru the same. we must imagine the bug fiends happy

also despite how much he despises eva at first he eventually realizes this weird as fuck THing is actually. not killing him. this is a devil hunter yet he's making me a grilled cheese. whats wrong with hinm. i can throw his stuff around and he can get upset but he will still let me sleep in his house and stand up for me. whats wrong with him. eventually he will slowly warm up to him...but he'll still bother him. thats what fiends do

A) Why are you excited about this character?

for eva? I DONT KNOW . I DONT KNOW!!!!!!!! HES JUST SOME DUDE!!!! BUT I GAVE HIM MY LOVE FOR MUSIC MY LOVE FOR FISH AND GAVE HIM MULTIPLE NEUROSES AND NOW I LOVE HIM . THE FUCK. i also really love his distortion. just. grips heart. a lot of my ocs and stories have this theme of isolation, i guess it's something i like to explore a lot, and considering eva is a (count with me) autistic transgender mentally ill born-rich kid who was raised kind of sheltered from the full extent of horrors and Forced to go down a pre-determined path from birth . and not only that but he becomes even more of a fish out of water post-lobcorp and literally experiences the isolation of not even having a true god reach him through the metal walls of the corporation. idk. i think he's pretty isolationcore and neurosispilled and his distortion is fun because YES WE CAN FINALLY GO APESHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!! CATHARSIS!!! BUT PAIN AND GRIEF MANIFESTED INTO A PHYSICAL BLIND RAMPAGED BEING!!!!!

centi because he is a fucking BUG!!!!!! AND HES EVIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND HES SILLY!!!!!!!!!!! CARTOONISHLY EVIL FREAK WHO USED TO BE A LEGIT THREAT!!!!!! I LOVE THOSE FUCKERS!!!!!! and not only that HE SHARES A BODY WITH THE POLAR OPPOSITE AND IS A HORRIBLE MONSTER BEING FORCED TO LIVE AMONG HUMA---god damn it its another isolation and not fitting in story. BUG DYSPHORIA

B) What inspired you to create them?

nothing crazy here- eva was randomly generated employee number 2 in my lobcorp facility, i grew attached to him thru keeping him alive and also i liked his grumpy little face. survived to the very end of my playthrough, and juleva started as a crackship but i did like their dynamic a lot..................... things just escalated from there

centi because ummm i made a csm au of my ocs and i wanted julian to be the Centipede Fiend to reference his distortion but i created a whole new personality for the Centipede Devil inside of him and went oh my god i love them, i need them to be a new person, i love them, oh my god

thanks so much for the opportunity to ramble! if you made it this far im marrying you.

[heavenlyhoundoom]

Knd x AWISC au part 10.(warning: this part contains the most queerphobia.)

(After a long day, Benedict goes to drama club. He goes to the boy's locker room to get changed, only to see Linda there.)

Benedict: Linda, what are you doing in the boy's locker room?

Linda: Well-

Timothy: I told the principal if he didn't make Jacob change in the boy's locker where he belongs, that I would pay the school to shut down drama club.

Benedict: You've gone too far this time, Timothy!

Timothy: Shut up, you dumb crossing dressing f**got supporter!

Benedict: Stop calling Linda that!

Timothy: I won't stop calling Jacob a cross dressing f**got until he starts acting like the man that he is!

Benedict: You need to stop calling Linda by male pronouns because she didn't like being a boy and became a girl, so she's a girl now and she's a beautiful girl and I love her!

(Benedict covers his mouth, not meaning to admit his feelings for Linda out loud.)

Linda: (blushing)Benedict?

Timothy: You're in love with him!?

Benedict: I didn't mean to say that out loud, I was feeling so many strong emotions at once that it just came out!

Timothy: Ew, you nasty f**got!

Benedict: I'm not gay!

Timothy: You're a f**got in denial, if you weren't, you'd only be into real women! Are there any other filthy queers I should know about!?

Monty: Most of us in drama club are queer, the rest of us are allys like me and Benedict, even our script writer is bisexual and his best friend, Arthur is gay.

Timothy: You're all disgusting sinners, and I'm shutting the queer fest down next week!

(Timothy then proceeds to splash everyone with dirty toilet water and exists the locker room.)

Timothy: Nothing but the worst for you queers and queer supporters, come on my hot feline girlfriend!

Zoe: Okay. A: I am not your girlfriend! B: I have a name, I'm not just an object that solely exists to satisfy your fetish! And C: I would never date you because I'm a straight ally who supports the LGBTQ community!

Timothy: You're a queer supporter!? Ugh, I don't know what I saw in you!?

(Timothy storms out.)

MS.Barkson: Looks like drama club is dismissed, forever...

(Everyone starts to cry.)

Carter: I don't want drama club to shut down.

Benedict: We have to do something, we can't just let this s̵̢̥̺̈͐̉ṕ̷̞̄̑̅o̸͔̞̟̯̾í̸̛̘͖̄̀l̷̗̊̚ę̵̬̤̫̓d̵̬͉͛͐ ̶̝̭̅̀̆̕p̶̯̟͍̯͂i̶̛̥͇͗̄ę̵̣̹͇̽͂̉̈ç̶̅̀́͝e̸̙͝ ̶͉̦̆̕o̴̩͗̿̚f̸̘̺̜̓̊͑̕ ̵̭̭̠̳̃͘̚m̵̩͒͆̈́̂e̵͓͎͉̓̈́ą̵̥̜̊͒̓̓t̴̺͍̋̔̀ get away with this!

Monty: Brother, did you just call Timothy a piece of meat?

Benedict: I don't know why I said that, I meant to call Timothy a spoiled piece of shit, not meat.

(The two head outside and got in their mom's car.)

Mariana: So how was school?

Monty: It was okay until the end...

Mariana: What happened at the end of the day?

Benedict: Timothy decided he was gonna shut down drama club next week.

Mariana: That jerk shouldn't be able to get away with that!

Benedict: I know, right!?

(The two talk about how much of a jerk Timothy was and how they wish he would just get punished for his behavior, they eventually get back home, say goodnight to eachother, and go to bed.)

The end of part 10

[gaybosposts]

Living Room Album Review

I used to be a fan of AJR. But after learning more about music and finding out about AJR hate. I’m a hater too. But if you like AJR, I’m glad you like them. If you don’t wanna hear negative comments about AJR, don’t continue if you’re a fan. Because I have a lot of stuff I hate about this band. Anyway… let’s start!

1. Overture

This is the most boring overture AJR has ever done. I don’t think I remember anything except that it’s just the upcoming songs from this album into this one song. 3/10.

2. Infinity

There’s a bit of country thrown into this whole album and I hate it. This was slightly more memorable than Overture. 4/10.

3. I’m Ready

At first, I thought this song was ok at best. But now, it’s so annoying! The sample and lyrics are not good. It’s just not good. 3/10.

4. My Calling

The “My Calling!” Part was ok. But I didn’t really enjoy it. It’s better than I’m Ready by a bit. 4/10.

5. Thirsty

Oh boy… This song is sooo bad… I think even AJR fans hate it. I don’t need to listen to it again to remember the terrible beat, lyrics and the yodelling… The fucking yodelling… This is the most terrible song that had ever graced my ears… this shit stinks! 0/10.

6. Pitchfork Kids

Yeah… it’s definitely better than Thirsty. But it’s still not good. But it’s the best one so far. 4.5/10.

7. Woody Allen

The beat ain’t bad. It’s just the lyrics are terrible and out of date. Nobody wants to be Woody Allen. 3/10.

8. Livin' On Love

Forgettable and dull. It’s not even as enjoyable as the beat for Woody Allen. I just keep getting disappointed. 2/10.

9. Big White Bed

I don’t even remember what it’s about! That’s how forgettable this shit is! But if I can remember as hard as I can, I think it’s about the singer wanting to be on a big white bed with his lover. I don’t know. If I get any of these meanings wrong, please let me know. I’m pretty dumb. But not like a 5 year old kinda dumb. 1/10.

10. The World Is A Marble Heart

What is this about? I genuinely don’t remember. All I remember is the beat. And it wasn’t interesting at all. 1/10.

11. The Green And The Town

*Screams in agony* why did I do this to myself?… Five minutes makes it worse. The vocals are trying to be what I hate the most about country. The exaggerated country voice. I hate it so much. But they fumbled it so hard that it’s almost laughable. 1/10.

12. Big Idea

Hey! I have a big idea! Let’s go back in time and tell AJR to not make Thirsty or Christmas In June. (Christmas In June is from their fourth album). Anyway, Pro Tools and a mix and a big idea is a terrible lyric. 2/10.

13. Growing Old On Bleecker Street

Great! A forgettable song to end off a forgettable debut album. 2/10.

Overall: This is the second most forgettable album from AJR. as their next album too. But this one has Thirsty. So it’s not as forgettable but for all the wrong reasons. I’m giving this snooze fest a 2.5/10.

I used to think Thirsty was actually good… now I just wanna cry myself to sleep and hope to think that thought away.

[queenkamui-kingcorrin]

Today’s my birthday

[puppy-coded]

Too Smart {G.E.}

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Reader gets called dumb, Reader feels betrayed, slight angst??? Use of the nickname "pretty girl" because it makes me happy

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Gareth Emerson x fem!cute!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 837 words

✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Gareth comforts you when someone tells you that you aren't smart enough to do what you want to do.

✰ 𝐀/𝐍: To the anon who said they needed more of this, ily. Tagging @ur-local-geek-fest bc she endorses my decisions and I showed her the collage so...

You were in a terrible mood after your last class and just wanted to complain to your boyfriend. You saw him by your locker and stomped over to him, steaming.

"Gareth, I need to talk to you about class." You told him, the anger still evident in your voice no matter how much your told yourself to calm down.

His face morphed into a softer expression when he saw you and heard how heated you were about... whatever had happened. "What is it angel?" He asked, trying to grab your hands.

You put your books in your locker and crossed your arms, looking upset more than anything. "You know Matthew Thompson?"

Gareth looked confused for a moment before answering. "The short one in band?"

You shook your head at his response. "No, no. The tall one on the football team. With the mullet and the freckles?"

Gareth's soft expression hardened at the mentio of that Matthew Thompson, he's a- Not Gareth's favorite person. "Oh... Him. What about him?"

You sniffed a little before starting your story. "We were in chemistry and we had a substitute right?"

"Right," Gareth nodded.

"She asked me what I wanted to do when I left high school and I said that I wanted to be a NASA scientist," You said.

"Lifelong dream, sure." He shrugged, not catching on yet.

You shook your head and ran your tongue over your teeth in annoyance before continuing. "And Matthew Thompson asked if I was sure I didn't want to be a housewife."

"Why would he ask that?" Gareth asked you incredulously.

You took a deep breath and swiped a finger under your eye, trying not to ruin your mascara with a tear. "I asked the same thing and he said 'Because it doesn't require intelligence to be a housewife. And you can wear as much pink as you want as long as your husband doesn't mind dating a literal child.' And you wanna know the worst part?"

"Obviously."

"Chrissy Cunningham laughed at his joke!" You exclaimed." She's one of my best friends, why would she laugh at something so hurtful?" You asked him, tears finally falling.

Gareth wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him. "You know what? They're just jealous because they don't have a 4.0 GPA."

You pushed away from him sadly and shrugged. "I don't know. I think I just want you to drive me home."

"How about this, what about we go to the mall?" He asked, trying to cheer you up.

"Didn't it burn down last year?"

Gareth's eye's widened before going back to normal. "New plan-"

You put your hand up to get him to stop. "No thanks. I'm good."

"Oh, okay." He nodded, leading you to his car.

The entire ride to your house was silent except for the radio softly playing today's greatest hits. It broke your boyfriend's heart to hear you crying in the seat next to him so he put a hand on your leg and patted it.

"We're home," He whispered.

You got out of the car and walked around to the driver's side. "Thanks. And I'm sorry for being like this today." You apologized, looking down at your shoes.

"Don't worry about it. Pick you up tomorrow?" He asked, practically hanging out of the window.

"Yes please." You whispered, not noticing he had wanted his usual goodbye kiss as you walked away.

He frowned before a newer plan popped into his head.

. . .

It was 6 in the evening and you were home alone in your pajamas. You jumped when you heard the doorbell ring and groaned before opening the door to see your boyfriend standing there with a plastic bag from family video in his hand.

You crossed your arms and leaned against the door frame. "Gareth, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at band practice?" You asked with a slightly annoyed huff.

He held up the bag with a wide smile. "Not when my pretty girl's upset! I got Snickers-" He began listing.

You pushed yourself off the door frame and gestured for him to walk into your home. "Come in."

"Wow it does not take much to convince you," He chuckled.

You closed the door behind him and turned on the television in the living room. "It's because I know you have Snow White with you."

Gareth followed you to fiddle with the VCR before popping in the tape. "It's because it's your favorite movie."

You sighed and sat down on the couch. "I just want what she has," You said dreamily. "And I do. My own personal Prince Charming," You cooed.

Gareth grabbed the bag with the snacks and plopped down next to you. "Aww. See? Already feeling better."

"Oh quit." You said, playfully slapping his chest. "Just turn on the movie before I change my mind."

[marveliter]

Insecure | Doc Ock

Summary: When Otto had accidentally walked in on you just as you were getting into the shower, you panic as you find a way to try and talk through it with him, but emotions bubble to the surface. 

A/N: hopefully this chapter isn’t so short unlike shower! warnings are as follows: fluff, talk about anxiety, also some insecure thoughts from reader (Y’ALL ARE GORGEOUS DON’T EVER FORGET THAT) yah that’s it :) 

The Single Word Series 

You were mortified. Absolutely horrified. Terrified.        You thought you had locked the door--you did, you swore you did. Your tired brain got the best of you.        He saw you naked. Otto saw you naked. The tentacles saw you naked--that was a thought you never thought you’d feel so insecure about, but Otto. . .        Fate, or some supernatural force decided to mess with you today: first it’s making him your crush, and now he sees you naked. Great. 

      Your shower turned from a relaxing, ready to jump into bed plan into an anxiety-riddled, scolding yourself nerve fest.        How could you have been so stupid?        He saw you--he saw everything you hid under your shirts and tucked into your pants. He saw everything you’ve ever loved and hated about yourself.        Peeking your head out of the bathroom door, you found yourself alone in your bedroom, as it has always been when you’ve taken a shower, but your nerves were starting to get the best of you. You approached your closed door and locked it, trying to make up for your dumb mistake before and trying to ease your mind by the slightest means.        It didn’t help.        Drying off with shaky hands, you put on your underwear, and just when you tug on the drawer full of your shirts, you look at yourself in the mirror. 

      Otto saw all of that. The way your chest didn’t look like how you always wanted it to, the way your stomach wasn’t flat and how everything else about your body just looked out of proportion.        Ugly. And he saw it. He saw it all.        You decided to go for a big crewneck you had in your drawer instead of a fitting t-shirt, and sweats that were baggy. The crewneck and sweats hid everything well so that when you decided to go talk to Otto, you didn’t feel so vulnerable and. . .well, naked. However, vulnerable is how you felt. You felt like a spotlight from a helicopter was following you around everywhere you went. 

      You found Otto in the living room, pacing, all four actuators up and clicking and whirring. He had a hand at his mouth, thinking, his eyes dancing furiously around at the ground. You thought you could hear him muttering, mumbling words ever so softly, his tone anxious, and the actuators mimicked his nerves. Just as you were going to grab Otto’s attention, an actuator turned towards you, it’s jaw opening quickly, spinning with a whirr. Otto turned in your direction a second after.        You both jumped at each other’s presence. You felt your face growing warm, and you saw Otto’s turning pink.        Perfect, you thought, adding more onto the embarrassing morning. He’s going to picture me bare for the rest of his time here.        But if he was going to stay here longer, you needed to address the elephant in the room.        “Hey,” you said with a weak nervous giggle.        Otto’s smile grew crooked, and you could see the genuine side of it, but you knew that it held the tension in its crookedness. 

      “Um,” you felt your face grow even warmer, as hot as fire. “I’m so sorry a-about this morning--”        “No, I’m sorry--”        “--I-I didn’t lock the door, it’s my fault--”        “--I just walked right in, this is all my fault--”        “--I’m really embarrassed that you had to see me. . .like that--I-I’m so sorry you had to see all. . .that, I--” you felt the tears starting to well in your eyes.        No, no, no, not now, not now, not now--he couldn’t see you naked and crying in the span of an hour.        Your breath hitched in your throat, your voice teetering in the change of tone, growing hoarse, on the verge of crying. Otto’s nervous, crooked smile dropped, and his expression immediately grew soft.        You forced a nervous laugh, closing your eyes, hoping the tears would go away. “Sorry--I’m just extremely embarrassed--” 

      “Why are you getting upset?” he asked. Otto turned more towards you, his eyes soft, brows furrowed with concern. “It’s okay, really, this was all my fault, I was too tired to realize you were already in the bathroom.”        You didn’t feel as much relief as you’d thought hearing that. Your mind was occupied with other thoughts, and you couldn't focus due to all of them swimming in your head.        “W-Well, I’m sorry that you had to see m-me n--just like that, and that’s just. . .it’s just embarrassing to me so--sorry you had to see that--”        Otto tilted his head at you. “Wait, what are you sorry for?”        You wanted to apologize for a lot of things you couldn’t fix about yourself. Your flabby muscles, big shoulders, your chest that wasn’t the same size as the other beautiful people in the world. You wanted to apologize for everything that made up you. So you did. 

      “Just. . .seeing me.” you said. Quickly you wiped a tear away, and seeing Otto’s reaction sent your anxiety into overdrive. “I--no one’s ever seen me naked before, I don’t--”--GOD DON’T SAY THAT--“--um--I’ve never--”--JESUS WHAT ARE YOU DOING? “--I’m not--I don’t like how I look.”        There. You said it.        Otto’s face softened once again.        You sniffed and sighed, avoiding his brown eyes. You hadn’t heard the actuators whirring or clicking. They had been as still as Otto. With your mind still in overdrive, you kept continued talking, which was something that happened when you were anxious and upset.        “Knowing that you had to see me, like that--I mostly feel bad for you that you had to see it because I wouldn’t want to see it either and--” 

      Otto chanted your name as he approached you from across the room, hand held up in an attempt to make you stop talking just for a moment. When he finally stood in front of you, he was frowning, lips slightly parted with his brows furrowed, his dark brown eyes looking down on you with concern.        “Why are you apologizing for the way you look?” he asked. “You shouldn’t ever do that--I’m apologizing for being stupid and inconsiderate of your privacy, but you? You’re apologizing for looking how you do. That. . .that’s not right,” his frown grew bigger. “That does things to a person, thinking that way,” he looked down for a moment, and you saw a small smile start to grow on his face as he chuckled. “I mean, look at me, I’m a big guy, what you’re degrading yourself about is nothing when next to me,” 

      You scoffed a laugh, a real smile finally stretching across your face, but you still felt bad for laughing even though Otto was laughing too.        “No,” you shook your head at him. “You’re not--”        “Don’t deny it,” Otto said gently. “You can’t possibly think that you are the most unlovliest thing in the world now, do you?”        You first laughed, “I don’t think ‘unlovliest’ is a word.”        Otto chuckled, “I’m a man of science.”        You smiled, but it started unraveling as you thought on Otto’s question. “But it feels that way to me,” you told him. “I don’t look like all the beautiful people I see out in the street, or the other women at work. I’ve seen old ladies who could be photographed for magazines at their age. And all those people, I wonder that since they’re so beautiful, I know that they are loved by someone, because someone saw everything they are and fell in love, body and spirit and--”       Your tears started falling heavy like a rainstorm down your cheeks. You swallowed hard trying to go on. Otto watched you with sad eyes.        “And,” you went on. “I wonder if I’m ever going to be as loved as the beautiful people if I look like this.” 

      There was a moment of silence as you and Otto stood apart from each other. You sniffed and wiped your eyes. Saying that felt good, as no one else ever really knew how you felt, as you thought you’d be a bother. But you also just told the criminal you were harboring for nearly a two weeks in the same time he’d been here. You’d never told your friends of five years about any of this, but Otto. . .you had this feeling he’d knew, like he’d understand.        You sniffed again. “Wow,” you forced a chuckle. “Um, I didn’t mean to pour all of that on you, I’m so sorry. You’re not a therapist--I don’t know why I did that--”        “No, no, no,” Otto spoke softly, coming even closer to you. He was right in front of you now, and he gently placed his big hands on your shoulders. He said your name, and then, “You’re allowed to tell people how you feel. You have a right to let your feelings pour out. I actually feel grateful that you told me all of this, because I haven’t quite told you everything about me yet, and you still help me by giving me a roof over my head and a bed I shouldn’t sleep in,”        You were going to make a retort to that comment, but Otto smiled and shook his head.        “No, no, it’s true, but. . .that’s where I get quite insecure myself.” his eyes grew darker, and his smile fell fast. “I. . .should tell you why I’m like this now, but in doing that, I fear that I’ll scare you.” 

      You looked into Otto’s eyes as he looked back at you.        “So, you see,” he said softly. “You are not unlovely, nor are you unloved because you think you’re unlovely. If anything, you are the loveliest person I’ve had the pleasure of meeting. I thought fate wasn’t on my side when my life got turned upside down, but I think meeting you is how it’s making amends.”        You smiled up at Otto, and with his hands still on your shoulders, you touched his arms, giving them a gentle squeeze.        “Thank you, Otto,” you told him.        “Of course.” he replied.        “Also,” you added. “It’s your choice to tell me about what happened before I found you. And if you never tell me, that’s fine too.”        Otto smiled, and you did the same back to him.        There was a pause. A moment where your hands and arms went stiff, and you had known you and Otto were thinking the same thing.        Was he going to hug you? Having a moment like this together, could you both hug? Was that how deep the relationship had grown in a matter of two weeks? He did hold your hand out of anxiousness the other day, so what could be said about that was fine but make a hug feel so awkward? The actuators even anticipated a hug--at least, that’s what it looked like to you when all four claws looked between you and Otto. 

      Slowly, both your hands dropped from his arms, and he took his hands off your shoulders.        “Uh, thanks again,” you said softly, awkwardly looking away.        Otto did the same, smiling small. “Anytime.” then, to clear the small awkward tension out of the air, Otto chuckled, “You must be tired.” He pointed towards your bedroom. “Please, take the bed. It’s yours anyways, and I’ve been feeling much better. I can take the pull-out.”        You smile and sigh sweetly, closing your eyes as you knew that this was his final way of telling you to take back your bed. “Only if your back won’t hurt.”        Otto’s smile pulled into the corner of his mouth, still genuine, but a little bit not. “Truth is, it always hurts. It’s something that can be fixed.”        You nod and pull on the sleeves of your crewneck. That didn’t make you feel any better, hearing that he was always in pain, but you were tired, and you knew Otto wanted you to go to bed. You knew he wouldn’t want you to worry over him. 

      So, you finally went to sleep in your own bed, under your own covers with your head on your pillow. It took a few minutes longer than normal to have you fall asleep, just because you couldn’t stop thinking about Otto, his spine, and just how much pain he had to deal with everyday. 

[from-a-reckless-writer]

The first tell was the body next to her. The second was the warmth. Her bed was never warm these days. The first two things had already clued her in that there was something off. Off was an understatement. She’s certain she passed out on her office floor clutching a bottle of alcohol and Jess was going to kill her in the morning. So, how the fuck-

The longer she stays there, eyes closed, feeling the breathing of a stranger, the more she’s convinced she’s suffered from amnesia. 

Beyond scared she opens her eyes, hoping, praying that she didn’t bring home some idiot from a cheap lesbian bar. Her eyes land on blonde hair and an all too familiar set of defined shoulders and Lena lets out a gasp of surprise. She sobers up, jerks upright. Jolting the pair of arms wrapped around her waist and making her companion wake abruptly. 

“Lena- Wha- Why’re you awake?”

“Kara-” That was all she was capable of as of the moment, because Kara was sitting up and flicking on the bedside lamp, letting Lena glimpse the small clock on the nightstand that read 4: 00 a.m. 

Kara’s voice was all raspy and sleep-laden and she was looking at Lena with concern. She was looking at Lena like they’ve done this all the time. And they did. 

Once. 

She remembers jerking awake screaming from nightmares and Kara holding her; remembers waking up to Kara’s screams and holding her. 

But this-

This wasn’t right. 

“Did you have a nightmare?” She asks, crinkle forming. And Lena just stares and stares and-

“Kara, this isn’t real.”

“What? Oh, baby, come here. That dream must’ve really done a number on you, huh?” Kara coos and she gathers Lena in her arms. Lena can do nothing but melt and follow Kara’s movements, her mind is still reeling. 

Trying to decipher the events that had led here. This wasn’t real. This-

A tremble shakes the bed. Lena’s heart rate ticks up, Kara seems to have heard because she’s tightening her embrace and more words come out of her lips, but Lena doesn’t hear a word of it.

“I’m here, you’re safe. I’m here.” 

Lena finally finds her voice and she slowly tries to extricate herself from Kara. She can feel her hesitating to let her go. 

“This isn’t real,” She repeats and Kara is ready to protest, “Please, Kara. Please listen to me?”

She nods. Kara was never one to deny Lena anything, anyway. Lena sighs a breath of relief. 

“Thank you. Uh- I think this isn’t real, Kara. I think I’m inside a Black Mercy induced dream.”

And as if it heard a cue, the bed and the rest of the room vibrates as if ashamed of being called-out so easily. 

“No, no, no. You aren’t. You’re real. I’m real, You-” Kara is scrambling for words, “Look- Here, feel this?” Kara frantically grabs her hand and presses it to her own chest, “Can you feel it? This is real. Don’t say it isn-”

Lena feels like sobbing, because it does feel real. The strong beats underneath her palm thundering through her very soul. It feels so so so fucking real. She’s never wanted something to be real as bad as this. She wants to believe, because Kara is looking at her with those baby blue eyes and she wants to say that ‘Yes, I believe it real. We’re real.’

She can’t.

“Kara, the bed is trembling. Can you feel it? This isn't real. You’re in my head.”

It was brutal. She watches Kara’s face fall. She retracts her hand back. 

“How are you so sure that this isn’t real?”

The question was asked with so much fear. 

“Because,” she starts shaky but certain, “I hurt you, Kara. And that is the one thing that I can never forget.”

It was true. She can never forget the way Kara crumpled to her feet. Can’t forget the way the Girl of Steel broke by Lena’s hands. Can’t forget the tear-stricken face. 

Can’t forget the pleas. 

“Don’t do this, Lena. Please, come on. Please, stay. Don’t leave. Not you, please I can’t-”

“Oh.”

The silence was deafening. She can’t look at Kara as she processes everything. So she takes the time to survey the room. And God, every inch of the room screams how much they’ve stitched their lives with the other. 

There were books haphazardly stacked in one corner, a painting easel in the other, Kara’s cape shining in the dim light of the lamp, Lena’s old MIT sweatshirt at the foot of the bed. 

A wedding portrait. They were married here. Fuck. 

Lena chances a glance at her left hand and not only does she find a ring but also a matching gold bracelet. A Kryptonian mating band. Now, she notices that Kara’s ring was worn on her neck next to her Mother’s necklace Lena supposes she wears it underneath the Super suit and a matching bracelet sitting on her left wrist. 

“I’m sorry,” Lena says ‘for everything.’ she wants to add but she remembers this isn’t her Kara. She doesn’t have a Kara. She doesn’t have any part of Kara. Not anymore.

“What are you sorry for? If anyone could figure out they were inside a parasite induced dream, it would be you.  You’re a genius but you’re dumb for apologizing. You should reject the fantasy now, Lena. You’ll die.”

Damn it, even here. 

Even here Lena is still hurting her and Kara still wants to save her. 

The tears finally fall. The sobs come next. 

“Oh, Lena. Come here. It’s okay. I’m here,”

“I- I know, I’ll die but God, Kara, I want to stay here. I- You’re my everything, you know?”

“I know, Lena. I’ve always known. You don’t have to die because I’ll always know. You need to get out of here now,” She whispers against Lena’s temple and Lena takes the time to breathe her in. God, even the scent smells real. 

“Y-you’re right. I should go, but-” Lena doesn’t know how to ask for what she wants. That was what her therapist had said the first time she booked an appointment.

“But what?”

“Tell me about our life here first?” At that Kara pulls away a bit to look into her eyes; gauging if this is really what Lena wants. 

It is, it’s what she wants but more than that it’s what she needs. The reassurance that somewhere out there, there was a world in which they made each other happy. That in a universe out there--whether real or not--the both of them had a taste of a happy ending.

“Okay, okay yeah. But first, promise me you’ll get out of here as fast as you can, once we’re done?” 

She was never one to deny Lena Luthor anything, remember? She was more than happy to recount the entirety of their love story to her.

“Thank you.” And Lena can’t help but press a soft kiss to Kara’s cheek. 

“Where do you want to start?”

“Do we have a dog?”

“Krypto,” Kara says with a shy smile as if she knows that Lena would laugh at the goofy sentimental name choice, “And a cat, Streaky Jr., you don’t allow pets in the bedroom so,”

“I’m impressed we have the time for pets,” Lena whispers as she shifts closer to Kara in the bed. Heart now beating in a steady calm rhythm, gone was the panic earlier, now replaced by a sense of security, no matter how false it is. 

“Well, you decided to distribute most of the workload to Jess--who you promoted to board member by the way, and to Sam. And since, Wednesday is my first day as Editor-in-Chief, my schedule’s not as busy as it was.”

It was nice to hear that. The way they have obviously chosen to grow into themselves together. She was glad that in her perfect world she hadn’t forgotten about Jess and Sam.

“Oh, and also you spend most of your days in our home lab with Jack anyway. So, the pets get plenty of love.”

“Jacky’s alive here?”

“Yeah, you reversed the nanotech matrix. You saved him.”

And the crying fest begins anew. 

“I miss him, so much.”

“I’m sorry.”

Lena doesn’t have to explain her reaction, Kara knows how to read her anyway.

At the reminder of Jack, Lena finds the courage to ask a question she’s never thought she would want to ask.

“What about Lex and Lillian?”

“Well, your brother’s probably drunk in an L-Corp gala somewhere and Lillian’s probably plotting about how she’s going to insult my next article-”

So, she still has her brother and it seems like Lillian’s not much of a xenophobe as she is in reality but she senses that she still is a bad mother with the way Kara talks.

“When did we get married?”

“Two years after we first met. We had two, actually.”

“I’m guessing I insisted on a Kryptonian wedding and you insisted on a human one?”

She knows that one, because she’s been thinking about it. Well, at least she was before everything went to shit. She wanted to give Kara a Kryptonian ceremony. She had wanted to show her that Lena would be honored to share everything Kara’s world had to offer.

“Are we-” she hesitated, “Are we happy, Kara?”

She wasted no time in answering, “The happiest. You make me the happiest soul alive in this universe and in any universe.”

Fresh tears fall down the side of her face and Kara wipes them away before speaking, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Well, I guess it’s only fair.” Lena sniffles and prepares her mind for what she knows will be an emotionally-charged exchange not that this has been an easy conversation thus far.

“Out there, are you happy?”

Lena’s air is stolen from her. Well, she doesn’t know how to answer that one. 

“Sometimes,” she whispers. She’s not happy most of the time but sometimes she is.

Sometimes, Ruby calls her to tell her about a science project or sometimes Nia sends her meme even though she hasn’t been to Game Nights for almost a year now, sometimes Brainy takes her out for a drink and she feels like she’s got a little brother to call her own. 

So yeah, sometimes. Because the thought of perpetual happiness without Kara in her life is impossible. 

“Only sometimes?” Kara asks, brow furrowing.

“Yeah, only sometimes. Not like it matters, anyway.”

“Well, of course it matters! Your happiness matters!” Kara exclaims, old habits die hard what can she say?

But then Kara takes a turn from defensive to curious again, “Am I happy? Out there? I mean?” 

“I- I have no idea.”

Lena waits for the answer to sink in to Kara. 

“What? What do you mean you have no idea?”

“Remember when I said I hurt you?” 

Kara gives her a nod.

“Well, I haven’t seen you for a long time. I’ve been avoiding you. Normally people tend to not seek out their exes, you know.” 

She’s trying to keep it lighthearted. She’s trying not to let this Kara see how much she craves her presence, how much she wishes she could see Kara again. Don’t get her wrong, Supergirl is plastered every minute on the news, but- 

That’s not who she wants to see. 

“She’s miserable,” Kara answers point-blank leaving no room for argument, “If you’ve been avoiding me, I’d be miserable.”

That has Lena speechless. 

Because miserable would be an understatement of how things had been ever since they ended things. 

Ever since Lena ended things. 

“I don’t like not being with you, you know?” Kara states as if Lena doesn’t feel the same.

“I- I don’t like that either.”

“I know.”

She has to go. Lena knows she has to go but Kara is looking at her so sincerely and she can feel the love and she knows this is nothing but an intricate trap formed by an alien parasite slowly killing her. She has to go but-

“Lena!” 

The both of them are startled and four eyes immediately land to-

Kara?! No, not Kara. Supergirl.

“Supergirl,” She says; surprise coloring her voice. She didn’t know Supergirl would go in and save her. Hell, she didn’t even know how she found her. But then again, she’s tried solving the puzzle that is Kara Zor-El but had never been able to piece it together. 

Supergirl takes a look at her doppelganger in bed with Lena; a scene so familiar to her. A scene she’s replayed again and again in her head. A scene that was once their reality then a memory and now an illusion. She takes a step closer.

“Lena, we have to go, please. Please believe me, this isnt-” 

“-real,” Lena finishes for her and Supegirl looks stunned, “I know, Supergirl. I know how to reject my own fantasy. I’ve had plenty of practice, after all.”

She aims for sarcasm, because fucking fucking hell, how the fuck does anybody expect her to function if there were two Kara’s in front of her?

That was asking for too much. 

Beside her, Kara had gone silent. It seems like she knows what comes next. She knows what Supergirl intends to do. They’re the same person after all. 

“It’s okay,” Lena hears Kara say and she breaks away from the hero’s gaze to find Kara looking at her with those eyes again.

“It’s okay, Lena,” She repeats, “It’s okay, Supergirl’s here. You’re gonna be safe. Stay safe for me, yeah?”

“Lena we have to go. Now,” Supergirl commands from the other side of the room. 

“Okay, yeah,” She whispers then she turns to Supergirl, “Just give me a chance to say goodbye, please?”

Supergirl stares at her for a moment then at Kara then she gives them both a nod and turns back to give them privacy.

“Last question?”

“Hit me.”

“What’s your surname?”

“Luthor.”

Fuck. She shouldn’t feel this surprised but damn, hearing Kara confirm it? Lena doesn’t know how to feel about that. She doesn’t know how to feel about all of this. 

“Just like you promised.”

“Just like I promised.” 

The words are echoed back to her and Lena hates the way she’s noticed how stiff Supergirl’s posture had become in her periphery. Ignores the fact that Supergirl has superhearing. 

“Thank you for indulging me, Kara.”

“Always.”

Goodbye, darling.”

And then everything fades to black.

author’s note: hiya lovely people send me an ask if i should write a follow-up for this.

[lumosatnight]

HP Rare Pair Fest Recs <3

The @hprarepairfest has ended for 2022 😢 and, oh goodness, was there some great fics. SO MANY great fics. Here are some of my favorites. You can check out the rest of the AO3 collection HERE.

Light & Fluffy (funny, feel-good, & sweet)

Unique Armature by @banana-ge-ge & brightened [Sirius Black/Severus Snape, E, 5.4k] ♥ You ever wanted a fic about mutual tattoos and boys being dumb? Well, look no further! Snark and banter and Sirius being Sirius. PLUS ART!

Summer Respite by @nightfalltwen [Hermione Granger/Viktor Krum, T, 5.6k] ♥ Hermione goes to visit Viktor in Bulgaria after the war. Great characters, great setting, and great fic overall!

Welcome to the Family by @danni-the-puff [Lucius Malfoy/Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger/Narcissa Malfoy, M, 4.6k] ♥ Draco's parents are swingers and Draco is about to find out in the most embarrassing way possible. Just 4k words of me snickering at Draco's dramatics.

Nicely Toasted (angst with fluff)

What would you like? by @orange-peony [Teddy Lupin/James Sirius Potter, E, 14.1] ♥ Explores Teddy's insecurities as a metamorphmagus and his hidden feelings for a certain roommate. Sweet and lonely and sexy, the perfect combo.

The Cost of Survival by @vdoshu [Barty Crouch Jr./Peter Pettigrew, M, 11.1k] ♥ A look into Peter's path to the Death Eaters through a relationship with Barty. Their relationship and characterization is just amazing! You really get to understand Peter's motivations, even if you don't agree with them.

Lovingly Named by @m0srael [Minerva McGonagall/Mrs. Norris, E, 11.9k] ♥ Mrs. Norris is actually a beautiful witch with a blood malediction. Story follows her relationship with Minerva and Minerva's quest to cure her. Gorgeous and moving with a HEA.

Slightly Charred (might make you cry but worth it)

Shades of Dawn by @corvuscrowned [Lavender Brown/Ginny Weasley, E, 2.6k] ♥ Werewolf!Lavender, bisexual!Ginny, hot smut, and well-written angst. A beautiful read with such heart-wrenching imagery that you'll feel like you're in the middle of it all.

Faintly Touched, Just Breathed on By Light by mouldy_voldy [Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott, M, 15.8k] ♥ Secret relationships, sixth year, angst and tragedy. A stunning look at a budding relationship and then watching it all fall apart. Definitely a tear-jerker, but so good. (Warnings: MCD, grief/mourning)

Flaming Hot 🔥🔥🔥 (gonna make you sweat 🥵)

Take Me, Big Daddy by @greenmegsnoham [Rubeus Hagrid/Gilderoy Lockhart, E, 4.1k] ♥ Gilderoy just wants some big dick and Hagrid happens to have just that. Gilderoy's flirting and the sex, OH MY GOD. Size kink, daddy kink, shame kink. *passes out from overheating* (Warnings: VERY rough sex)

Our Love (He's a Changed Man) by @maraudersaffair [Harry Potter/Severus Snape/Percy Weasley, E, 3.6k] ♥ Snarry as Hogwarts Professors in an established relationship. They want to bring Percy into the fold and it's as hot as it sounds while also being surprisingly sweet. As in it's HOT AS HELL.

Note: click to expand for the darker fics with possibly triggering content

Burnt Beyond Repair (proceed with caution 👀)

An O in Potions by @diandrastrikesback [Gilderoy Lockhart/Severus Snape, E, 2.6k] ♥ Gilderoy wants an O and Professor Snape is going to give it to him. This is just so in character for Gilderoy. A creepy, sexy, hilarious read. (Warnings: Rape/non-con elements, memory alteration, blackmailing)

Note: and because I STILL can't help myself, here's my fic for the fest! I'm really proud of this one!! It might make you cry though, so be warned.

Self-Rec (by me @lumosatnight | lumosatnight)

Your Cigarette Smell [Sirius Black/Narcissa Malfoy, E, 9.7k] ♥ Sirius and Narcissa slide into an intensely sexual relationship soon after Sirius leaves Hogwarts. But what is the cost of love in the middle of a growing war? Angst and porn. (Warnings: rough sex, infidelity, MCD)

[sweetestpopcorn]

What is your opinion on Daenerys and drogo? Many people romanticise it a little too much.

Hi there Anon!

I am inclined to say one of those people might be George 😂 either that or he fooled me well - he might have though to be honest, I am not a very insightful person. And I am not trying to be funny here, I might really be missing stuff because I am sort of dumb/slow sometimes.

I don't think he would have two people call each other "Moon of my Life" and "My Sun and Stars" if he wasn't trying to be romantic. Did he achieve this though? In my opinion no, and actually one of the things I would say *&* did better than George was how they wrote Dany and Drogo's wedding night, because in the books it felt like something not even a 12 year old on Wattpad would write.

Let's break it down. So Dany starts as being scared sh:t, finds Drogo terrifying, has 0 sexual experience, yet he gives her a massage and all of a sudden she's h0rny as f:ck and wants to bang on the spot? Going as far as putting his 👆 on her 🐈?

That scene in a nutshell: Tell me you don't understand anything about women or female sexuality without telling me you... you know where I am going with this. All that was missing for the perfect fanfiction s£x scene would be him entering her in a super painful way *blood and gore everywhere*, she cries in pain, and her still having a gazillion orgasms from 🍆 in 🐈 alone.

Not my first rodeo, George. Been reading fanfiction since I was *not saying*. And for someone who hates fanfiction that scene was like *sigh* fit for any DarkCharater fic I ever read. Not good. Not good.

On a side note during my years loving Twilight I read a lot of DarkEdward fics 😂😂 y'all can mock me for this, I mock myself.

Having seen the show (first two seasons) before reading the first book, I must say I quite preferred their relationship in there, or at least it made more sense because they went from bad to... I don't want to say good but better? In the books it makes no sense.

So Dany is terrified and doesn't want to marry him. Then he gives her the massage of a lifetime - I would pay to know what kind of f_cking massage that was - and she wants some hanky panky and they do IT. And then after seeking some sort of consent (?) from her, Drogo starts to not need it anymore and it's just r@pe fest :D 24/7 with Dany crying out in pain and wanting to kill herself. Then, after in a way being betrayed (?) by Drogo, who goes from seeking some sort of consent (?) to not caring and just f_ck her raw, she decided she wants to please him? Why?

This all to say I didn't find their relationship the least bit convincing. Not from Dany's part. Not from Drogo's part. In the show I found it more convincing because there's at least a logical sequence of events - that very likely lead to some sort of Stockhold Syndrome from Dany - and I think it's undeniable how much chemistry Emilia and Jason had together.

In either case, is their relationship deeply problematic? It is. Do I think George sees the full extent of how problematic it is? No, I don't. Do I think in the books Daenerys will ever have some sort of epiphany about how it was not true love between her and Drogo? Absolutely not. Just look at ALL the other couples George has made, even outside the main asoiaf books, and the types of deeply problematic relationships that are presented as true love. Yeah... not gonna happen - in my opinion at least, which is worth what it is, and if opinions were that good they would be sold not given so #there XD

I will show myself out X'D

Also in the asoiaf universe, I don't think we really are in much of a position to point the finger at problematic relationships given that IDK 99% of them are problematic in some way or the other. It's almost just a pick and choose game of what bothers people less and what they can work with.

I totally get not understanding why people like X couple, and yes I have my list of couples I don't understand why anyone likes and ships, but at the end of the day it's fiction. Ship and let ship. Focus on what you like and leave others be.

We don't have to like or understand others but we don't have a right to bother them. And this isn't targeted at you, Anon, don't think that it is please. I am just speaking in general and I do hope every one of you does this. It's one thing to rant with your friends in a private setting, quite another to call out people publicly or try to shame them when this is a fandom for one of the most problematic book series ever. If you can't handle the heat get out of the kitchen, people. This ain't Disney.

All the best to you, Anon 🤗