#between certifiable and bliss

[princessbrunette]

Dealer!jj asking if you can lay over his lap and use you like a rolling table for his joints 🤭🤭🤭 he can’t help but slip his hand between your legs (certified pussy grabber) and he’d slap your thigh if you move at all, telling you to stay still so he doesn’t make a mess 🫠🫠

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you’re a giggly mess, high and blissful as you lay over jj’s toned thighs, letting him use you like a rolling table. it was a silly little idea that the two of you had joked about whilst he was smoking you out, and with a cat-like slickness, eyes low and pink— you arched your way over his lap, encouraging him to use you.

the sexual tension was barely simmering anymore, the same way it always was whenever your dealer smoked you out for free. there was just something about jj— something so charming and boyish and yet rugged and sexy that always ended you up in or over his lap, one way or another.

“might just… toss out my old tray. this is way better. by like, a mile.” he concentrates with a smirk, careful not to spill any of the leaf that had crumbled out of the second joint of the evening. “seriously, one of my best creations.” he lifts it so you can see from your position and you go to push yourself up. instead of letting you, he places a warm hand on your lower back, halting you from moving. “hey, woah— not done with you. yeah, you’re uh— you’re gonna have to stay juuust like that a little longer. you’re cool with that right? figured you… enjoy bein’ over my lap.” his dialogue slows as his eyes trail down you, now letting himself focus on the way your skirt was riding up your ass cheeks. “damn.”

“i don’t mind staying right here. you’re real comfy, jj.” you giggle, looking back at him from your compromising position. he sends you a charming little smirk as a hand creeps up the back of your thigh, soon to massage at the doughy flesh of your ass.

“well sweetcheeks feel free to stay just like that all night.” he jokes, the little southern twang in his voice always ten times stronger when he’s high. after groping you, his hand finds itself sliding between your legs, cupping your hot wet heat through your destroyed panties. “well what do we have here?” he teases and you let out a breathy little whimper.

“its the weed, i swear.” you attempt, but you catch yourself out with an airy giggle, pushing your cheek into the beaten up couch cushion.

“uh-huh, oh i’m sure.” he pushes a tongue into his cheek, fingers applying attention to your clit through the fabric and rubbing in circles making you buckle. “eeeasy there, wouldn’t want you to make a mess. not yet, anyway.” he plucks some of the fallen herb off your skirt from where he’d been using you as a table.

“take ‘em off, jayj.” you whisper, eyes closed now on cloud nine and he smiles happily, shaking his head in disbelief.

“man, i freakin’ love my job.” he grins — giddy, sliding the pink ruined fabric down your legs.

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[heyjude19-writing]

I really enjoyed that u made a drarry starter kit/guide to reading that genre. Can u by chance make one for dramione (pls plug in when i should maybe read ur works, cuz all i see is so much praise for it! and im so excited)

happy new year !

Happy new year anon, and I'm more than happy to put this together! A quick disclaimer: I won't be recommending any dark fics. I’m not much of a dark fic reader myself and unless that’s something a reader specifically asks for, it’s not what I’d recommend starting with for dramione, especially if you’re new to the pairing. As always, read/write what you want, this is a purely subjective list. It’s also doomed to be incomplete/lacking. This ship is 20-plus years old at this point, there are more than 20,000 fics on Ao3 alone, which doesn’t account for the FFN-only fics as well as those lost to FFN purges and deleted LJ communities over the years (pours one out for Hawthorn and Vine). Don’t be afraid to fall down an older fic rabbit hole, there’s loads out there if you don’t mind looking.

Let’s start with fics that focus on Draco putting in the work to earn his redemption.

The Disappearances of Draco Malfoy is a Deathly Hallows rewrite and an excellent way to ease into this ship.

Once you've read that, come on over to the post-war side of things where we completely disregard the epilogue:

Remain Nameless

Wait and Hope followed immediately by Beginning and End

Apple Pies and Other Amends

The Eagle's Nest

Graveyard Valentine

Avalanche

Somewhere Down the Line

Not Fond of Asking

commit this to memory

Waifs and Strays

Tin Angel

Okay, now that you’re convinced Draco has the potential to even approach Hermione and that they could eventually be a couple, here are some more plot-driven fics.

Love and Other Historical Accidents

Heavy Lies the Crown

Distance

Enekpe’s Clock

Between Certifiable and Bliss

Carpathian

Looking Glass

Five Days

Okay, now you’re fully sold on these two and want to run the gamut of tropes, ratings, and story length:

Out of Order

Mutually Beneficial

Movements, Contrived and Improvised

He Becomes

Les Pelerins

The Alkahest

In These Silent Days

What You Think is Right

Boardwalk

Well Said, Hermione

Strange Birds

Mugglefied

The Seduction

Sex Ed

Breath Mints / Battle Scars

Ardent Bonds

Ordinary People

Ways and Means

Draco Malfoy’s Halfway House for Wayward Hens

Out of Mind

Celestial Navigation

I also want to acknowledge my FFN roots, since the first ever dramione fic I read was called their room. Some more FFN fics:

Macbeth

Fallen

The Mountain and the Sea

Bus Stop

Eight and Eighth

One Day in Autumn

Okay, that's probably more than enough to get people started 😅. Happy reading anon!

[romanoffsbish]

Married to her Craft

Natasha Romanoff x Reader (no pronouns used)

Natasha finds solace in her muse… | WC: 814

Warnings: “Addict” used

Smut: Oral (afab!R) | Restraints | Overstimulation | Implied Squirting | Filth

Natasha admired the artists of the past, many of them resorting to insanity for the sake of their craft. These men and women dedicated themselves to their muses. She too considered herself a tradesman of the craft.

—Seduction | Lust | Mouth Acrobatics—

You name it, and she does it with a devilish flick of her tongue like a certified madwoman. However, she wasn't severing her ear off like Van Gogh, now that was insane. She did find herself sorta relating to Picasso in a way, except her guns were live, and no one at the end of her barrel ever lived on to tell the story. Frida Kahlo too, the woman who channeled her pain into art; Natasha got that—she'd never known what love was until she met you, and so now she stays burrowed.

——

The point being, she understood the madness, it was a thrilling thing to be inspired all in the name of a muse.

Which is why she was lying between the silky smooth legs of her living easel, it is what held the canvas she'd recycled countless of times in place. She'd never bore of the way it would differ in shade the longer that she played with it. With her tongue, or her fingers, or a mix of the both, it didn't exactly matter as she remained sloppy and carried you with an expertise to ecstasy.

Natasha loved to hold you still as she gave you bliss, with ruby red ropes tied around your strained limbs, and with her hands firmed against your hips. Only she could give you pleasure, you couldn't even chase it, you were at her pitiless mercy. Her head was shaking at an insanely fast pace, if you weren't so lost in the pleasure of her animalistic approach you'd be worried about the likely strain to her neck. Luckily the redhead kept you busy as you moaned expletives out into the toasty air of your far away little cottage, many a fire roaring inside.

There was no stopping her, the redhead pushed you well beyond your limits. Too lost in the haze of you that she couldn't even hear your low pleas for her to stop. Everything ached, your taut muscles, the gut that had been twisted into knots countless times, and your puffy irritated pussy that craved reprieve. You'd lost count of your orgasms around the tenth— your limbs trembled, and your thighs had tried to close around her head but the restraints kept your natural defenses at bay.

The sounds that filled the room riddled with the stench of sex were Natasha's encouragement to get even crazier and in the end those cries were your downfall.

Your moans were no longer auditory, throat too dry from your never ending screaming to produce the sounds now. Natasha's tongue was numb, but she didn't care to stop, not until her face was coated in your delectability. It was never enough just to taste you for the hours to come, she wanted—no, she needed to smell you against her pillow in the afternoon when she woke up. Her every pore needed to be filled with you, she just wouldn't be able to fall asleep until her hair was coated in delicate patches of a glistening white.

You could feel it against your forehead as her reddened face hovered yours, you sighed in relief against her face, helping to cool her down some. Once she had felt a little more sober, not entirely still drunk on you, but just desperate enough for another taste she kissed you. Her tongue lethargically entered your mouth, and you both moaned at the experience. Your teeth scraped against the sore receptors on her muscle, and you tasted a hint of what's made the redhead an addict.

You understood, there was nothing more rewarding than leaving a person satisfied with just your tongue, it was everything that you needed, but couldn't have. The redhead untied you then fell into the crumpled sheets with a graceless thud, and with her hands on your hips. She effortlessly flipped you on top of her, she settled in then titled your chin up onto her chest and delicately kissed your saccharine lips, then smiled contentedly.

A smile graced your face too as you drifted off to sleep, the redhead pulled the blanket over your bodies and went to sleep satisfied. Well, not entirely, but she knew you'd make good on your promise come morning time.

It's why she let you sleep instead of bathe, plus, she had a thing for the unique must that came in the morning. You called her a freak once; she didn't care.

An artist wouldn't be doing something right without a critic she'd muse, then she'd pull you in and remind you exactly why she was a master in the art of you.

Come morning you'd be a freak too...

[remotewatch]

nothing but a sentence 🩸

Jack Schlossberg x reader | 1.8k wc

summary: period sex with jack for anon ‼️ hope you enjoy lovely 🤍

cw: period sex, period head, certified boyfriend material jack, domestic bliss, whereee did all this fluff come from, sacrilege if you squint, messy eating, unprotected sex (VOTE IF YOU WANNA RECREATE ETC ETC), shoutout to my darling editor Sabrina @mystardustmelodyyy for saving this from limbo 🙏

minors dni get off my lawn

At this point in the relationship, Jack manages your period more than you do. You tend to forget that it requires actually going out and purchasing supplies unless he calls you from the pharmacy to complain.

“Why would they stop carrying ultras? That’s so fucked up! And the boxes are getting smaller, it’s sick what they’re doing to you guys!” It’s too easy to picture him waltzing around with three cases of san pellegrino under one arm and an overflowing snack basket in the other, phone pressed between his ear and shoulder while he yaps about pink taxes.

“Do you want canned or fresh lychee? Never mind, I’ll get both.” he decides before you can respond. “Did you want anything else?”

“I want to sleep,” you mumble. You were currently being throttled on two fronts by nauseating cramps and a vicious migraine, leaving no energy left to manage his shopping list. It was hard enough just to reach and grab the ibuprofen without alerting your uterus that you had moved, yet he’s still talking as you doze off:

“We’ve got edibles and melatonin in the cabinet, but I’ll get some mag glycinate, and are you SURE you don’t need…”

“Dealer’s choice, I trust your judgement,” you murmur. “When will you be home?”

“Alright, fair enough. I’ll be back around 6.”

“See you then. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

He finds you wrapped in two heating pads, face pressed into the couch, full water glass in the same spot he left it on the coffee table.

“I feel like I just died,” you groan, rubbing your eyes and tentatively stretching your legs.

“Come on, you gotta hydrate,” Jack rustles through the grocery bags looking for a loose water bottle with a sport cap before pressing it against your mouth. He frowns and doesn’t take it out when you try to move away.

“At least half a glass, come on. I’m following orders here.” He’s very gentle not to flood your mouth and make you cough, but you can see his eyes flicker down to watch your lips wrap around the cap (he’s only human, after all).

“Thank you,” you croak when he finally sets it down, voice slightly less raspy than before.

“Do you want a tea? I’m making you a tea.”

He’s off rustling through the kitchen for the ginger lemon amid the boxes of just ginger or just lemon, but despite his best efforts, the noise is killing you. Every shut drawer sounds like a door slamming with this headache, and Jack sounds like he’s still speaking into your ear even though he’s mainly talking to himself.

“And I’ll get started on dinner-what would you like? I’ll figure something out, don’t worry. Oh, also! I got those vaseline body balm rollers you like.”

Your eyes shoot wide open and light up as he trots over to hand you your treat.

“Oh my god, and you found the cocoa butter kind! You’re the best!”

The rich, nutty scent of the balm floods the room when you unscrew the top and gives you a second wind. This and a shower will fix you for sure, just as soon as you can make your way to the bathroom.

Jack fills in the blanks as soon as you look back up at him apprehensively and start with the vague gesturing and “would you mind…”

“Of course not. There’s no need for you be walking right now, that would be crazy!” If you weren’t in so much pain, you’d be swooning at the way he effortlessly scoops you up and walks over to set you down on the glossy teak shower stool (a million percent worthwhile at times like this).

“Do you want any more help in there?” It sounds like a joke, but you know he’d wash you in a heartbeat if you asked. You can’t help matching his smile.

“I think I’ve got it handled.”

“I’ll put dinner on, then.”

When you emerge, your headache has all but subsided, and while you’re still pretty out of it, the heat has done wonders for your cramps and stiffness. You can’t be bothered to do anything but throw on a pair of thinx and flop down onto the bed, slathering on more of your new balm just to keep smelling it.

Jack knocks at the open bedroom door with your tea and a fresh glass of water.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were baking in here,” he teases as sets them on the nightstand. “Dinner is on in 30 by the way.”

The idea of leaving your bed right now sounds about as appealing as getting all your teeth pulled, but you’d never dream of eating on the scrumptious new Matouk linens; the utter disrespect!

“Can you just put me back to sleep instead?”

“Sure, of course. You want a gummy or-“

“Jack!”

“Right, got it!” And he’s skittering off to grab a vibe and towel while you untangle yourself from heating pad cords.

Jack is nearly skipping coming back from the hallway closet with a fistful of toys before rolling you as little as possible to tuck the towel under your lower half. As soon as he’s back within reach, you grab a handful of his hair and drag him down to kneel next to you. He nods at the pile of silicone on the nightstand as he playfully snaps at your elastic: “Are we feeling manual or automatic?”, but you’re already bucking your hips up to shove the underwear down your thighs and wincing at the sudden movement.

“You ok?” He drops the playful tone immediately and furrows his brow in concern. You throw your arm out to grab a toy at random, landing on a satisfier. Perfect.

“Ask me again in ten minutes,” you sigh dramatically to lighten the mood, but you’re still not feeling great.

“Roger that,” Jack bites back a smug grin -as if he’s ever needed all ten- and crawls gingerly into bed to snake one arm under your waist and accept the toy with the other.

It has to be some sort of sick joke how you’re this unbelievably sensitive when you still feel so shitty. Every single nerve ending in your clit is humming in tandem with the pulses of the satisfier; the delicious sensations ricochet up and down your body enough that even your eye sockets feel tingly.

He’s entirely absorbed in making you cum and tuned into every move you make, still glancing up now and then to check for any hint of discomfort. As much as he’s committed to pleasing you, he can’t conceal the blush creeping up his neck and down from his temples, nor his ragged breathing. There’s barely enough time to acclimate and enjoy it before you feel yourself getting drawn right over the edge.

“You’ve got it-don’t fucking move-so good to me, Jack, fuck-thank you,”

You screw your eyes shut on pure instinct while your orgasm rolls through; one of your hands fumbles for purchase in his curls as he mouths sloppily over your breasts. When you manage to take another peek at him, his eyes are all crinkled up like he’s smiling while his mouth remains focused on the task at hand. A little tug on his hair and he’s cheerily licking his way down your abdomen, really letting his tongue drag so he has more time to grind against your thigh. You can already feel the wet spot forming on his boxer briefs, such a romantic!

“Having fun down there?” you purr. Jack jerks his head up, revealing a red splotch on the point of his chin.

“God, yes. Can I lick you? Please?” You’d think he’s the one who’d just came from how breathy he sounds. You cross your ankles between his shoulder blades and readjust your grip on his hair.

“Always.”

For once, Jack shows some restraint eating you. It’s all broad, slow licks in time with your heartbeat; he falls right into a natural rhythm that reminds you of crashing waves. His fingers lace together across your stomach like he’s praying, and each adoring exhale only adds to the effect. Every time he dives back in after catching his breath, a new drip flows out hot and coppery to coat him from the nose down. It’s such a perfect mess; the harsh-edged, gleaming paint job stretching ear to ear and the little smear between his eyebrows make him look like he’s been baptized in your blood.

It’s a wonder he can even hear your faint whispers of “Jack, just-just fuck me, please,” over how shamelessly he’s dragging his face through you, but he’s always been something of a miracle worker.

There’s a long, indulgent slurp like a bathtub finishing draining that makes your thoughts blur around the edges before he allows you to pull him off you and slide your feet languidly under his shorts. You’re way too sleepy to be of much help, but he’s happy to shove the waistband low enough to tuck under his balls and half wipe his mouth with the back of his hand as he crawls back up to you.

The blood pools sluggishly towards the high points of Jack’s face, and a drop splatters onto your cheek before he can stop it. Without hesitation, he swoops down to lap it up and kiss a fainter mark in its place. Barely audible, you somehow remember to pant a reminder into his ear.

“You just gotta be careful right now, my cervix is like-”

“-right up front, I remember. I gotcha, no worries,” he presses another sticky kiss to your temple as he pushes halfway in, abs clenching to keep from slipping too deep. He’s delightful as always, but each thrust is winding your nerves tighter, making your clit ache just as much as the rest of you. Fumbling once again at the nightstand, you find another vibe designed to rest snugly between you two so he’s got both hands free to rest his chin on, just rocking away while he watches you drift off. When he hits at just the right angle, you back bows up hard enough to audibly crack in relief. Those waves of relaxation mixing with the constant rumbling from the toy overwhelm you once again, dissolving what’s left of your discomfort and tugging you towards unconsciousness.

Jack can’t hold himself back when he feels you practically sucking him back in on every outstroke, and a brazen whine bursts from his throat as he pulls out, freeing a gush of pink tinged cum. It only feels natural to lean up to kiss him and lap the residual streaks from around his lips.

“Feel better?” he sighs against you, grinning so wide the drier patches on his dimples crack and start to flake off onto the towel.

“So much better,” your words slur together, and the rest of your thoughts scatter once your heads falls back onto the pillow

“You want a hot washcloth?”

“Mmmm,” It takes you a second to piece the simple sentence together; you’re still blinking away the residual stars from your vision.

“In ten minutes?”

[xythlia]

꒦꒷♡ . . . HONEYMOON WEEK 𓂃 ITTO \ CERTIFIED PUSSY EATER . ·˚ ༘

♡⃕ ࣪ WARNINGS | ༝ f!reader ⸝⸝ overstim ⸝⸝ fingering ⸝⸝ possessiveness ⸝⸝ oral ⸝⸝ squirting ⸝⸝ pwp ⸝⸝ clit sucking

♡⃕ ࣪ NOTICE | welcome to day one of honeymoon week! <3 tysm again for all the luv & support on my works n I hope u guys enjoy this + what's coming up :3 ps sorry if there's errors I wrote this w my clit & im penis delirious for this man gn

♡⃕ ࣪ HONEYMOON WEEK M.LIST

You admitted it quietly one night, eyes looking anywhere but at him.

"No ones ever made me cum before," you mumbled.

"How about I be the first?" He watched your eyes widen, heart already thrumming with the thought of what it would be like to make you cum especially since he'd fantasized about you in the past always hoping you'd see more in him.

That's how you ended up here, squirming with him between your legs and his thick fingers curling against your walls, making your thighs shake. One of his hands kept a firm grip on your right thigh, keeping your legs apart while the other eagerly explored your soaked cunt.

"I bet you look so fucking cute when you're cumming," he groaned out, feeling you squeezing around his fingers. His eyes were glued to your face, obsessed with seeing every detail of your expression.

It was all you could do to moan back mindlessly, too busy being sucked down into the whirlpool of pleasure he'd throw you into. You can't believe it's only his fingers that have you feeling like you're cracking open. Looking down to see his hand working relentlessly against your pussy gave you a head rush, choking on your cries as your leg muscles tightened.

"Who else's made you feel this good, huh?" He asked, voice cracking as he felt his cock straining against his pants.

You couldn't answer, bliss as thick as honey had flooded your brain, a thick coating that blocked out anything but the pulsing of your clit. He leaned over you, making you whine at the feeling of his lips brushing against your ear.

"Who else has made you feel this good?" His whisper carried a twinge of something your fuzzy mind couldn't place.

But you made yourself slur out, "Nobody." Your nerves felt like they'd caught fire, legs jerking in his hold as you felt it crash over you, your orgasm so strong it stole the breath from your lungs. Your fingers curled against his shoulders, moans ringing sharp against the walls of the bedroom as tears washed the world around you in watercolor.

He tore his eyes away from your face to watch the wet spot beneath your ass grow, your orgasm and the way your cunt clenched making fluid seep out erratically. It was mesmerizing to watch, making his need to bury himself inside you even greater but he steeled himself. This was about you, after all. He wasn't going to be another person neglecting your wants and needs, not when he's waiting so long to have you.

You squeal as he shimmies down the bed, his hands on your hips dragging you down until his breath fans over your wet folds, making you wriggle in his hold. You'd barely come down from the first-

"Shit-" you cry out, hands frantically twisting into the sheets. The feeling of his tongue lapping against your pulsing clit makes your heart skip, Itto isn't holding back with his arm up and splaying a hand over your tummy and the other gripping your ass cheek as he tilts you upward.

He's like a man possessed, sucking on your clit and letting his tongue dance around it, ripping high pitched cries from deep inside your lungs. If you clutch the sheets any tighter surely your fingers would break, but it was the only thing anchoring you against the rolling tide.

"Fuck-", he slurs against your cunt, "you're so amazing," the muscles in your abdomen contract as he slips two fingers back inside you, tears sliding down your cheeks feeling that band of pleasure tightening again inside you.

With the rhythmic pumping of his fingers and the way he sucked on your clit that band snaps back with force, your hips jumping up wildly as fluid drenches his mouth, neck, and hands and your cries become desperate, devolving into garbled chants of his name.

With a certain hunger he licks up every bit of cum, gently licking against your spasming pussy before pulling back, your bleary eyes meeting his watching as he sucked his fingers clean.

[killzenin]

˗ˏˋMR. KILLERˎˊ˗

★—where geto works as a scare actor in a haunted house!★

💭—its just me and my murderous pookie bear against the world ✋🏻😞

📍MINORS/BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT, mutual masturbation, teasing, begging, spit, established relationship (friends with benefits), fake bl00d, quick/hidden sex.

in the dim light that came through a small window by the top of the haunted houses closet door— the crimson substance, that was a good substitute for blood, painted part of geto's face. along with a poorly sown 'stitch' that ran along his forehead. his appearance provoked a stir of emotions within you. geto looked eerie, and dark and mysterious. this was a now certified guilty kink as your cunt spasmed and sucked in around his slender fingers.

"ughh~yess fa-faster suguru, please-ahn~!" you mewl into geto's neck, trying to keep as quiet as you could while the pleasure he ensured made the pumping you did on his cock sloppy.

geto's ring and middle finger slide themselves in and out your squeaky, wet pussy with quick ease. while his thumb playfully fondled your clit in circles, stimulating the knot of pleasure building up at the base of your stomach.

"you ready angel? is your pussy stretched enough to take me?" geto said in-between shaky breaths. you nodded urgently as you detach yourself from his neck to face him, not caring if he fitted inside or not.

a string of drool escaped geto's lips and aimed towards coating his angry red tip as a means of lube substitution. you soon followed dripping your own drool onto his tip, smearing the leaking precum and saliva all over his length.

you were perfectly aligned to recieve geto from where you were sat on some wooden boxes. as you kept stroking along his coated cock you whispered, "come closer."

he obeyed to your commands. inching closer to you, as your hands still on his length, you lead it to tease around your longing pussy lips. the both of you couldn't keep at bay the lusty moans as both caressed on each other.

"sugu~mmm, need you~!" you pushed his cock head to peek inside your entrance, not even halfway in and the fullness you felt made your sweet moans to echo through the small room.

geto had to silence you down to his displesure, wanting to hear more of his little angel's squeals and moans. so, the two fingers he previously used to bully your pussy, found shelter in your mouth as he finally pushed himself inside of you with a heavy thrust.

your eyes rolled back by such intense pleasure while you tasted geto's fingers enveloped with your juices. geto was merciless pounding on you, abusing your cunt to his fullest desire. you couldn't help but wrap your legs around his waist and your pussy around his girthy cock.

"oh baby, just like that~ fuck'n cum all over me angel." his free hand roughly gripped onto your waist, deepening his thrusts. his voice, your constricted moans, as well as the sloppy melody of your bodies skin slapping in the constricted room, made you reach a quick orgasm.

your orgasmic slick began to drip to the floor as geto still pistoned himself inside you in full bliss. geto felt your gummy walls contract onto him, encouraging him to reach his own orgasm.

your gaze was fixated on your sex-friend, watery dolled up eyes met his. the two fingers he placed in your mouth still rested there. the lewd face displayed by you made geto pull out and cum right then and there, without a care if he came too soon. painting your fucked-out pussy lips creamy white.

taking out his fingers you became quick to confess, "fuck me dressed like that again." geto's eyes broke free from his trance, from watching your cunt shudder with cum all over to see you face to face surprised.

"sugu you look so fucking hot, i wanna get fucked by you again like this."

geto adored your idea, his heart thumping like a wild rabbits foot with excitement. "then let's ditch this place and let me fuck you the way you want angel." he whispered while helping you down and adjusting your skirt and panties up. geto straightened his attire and you both hurried away from the haunted house straight to his home to continue what you had started.

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[aurorsworld]

dramoine fic rec ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

please check the tags for any trigger warnings before reading as some of these fics revolve around some heavy topics. happy reading!

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➼a season for setting fires by mightbewriting

➼the right thing to do by LovesBitca8

➼pros and cons by ChaosAndCrumpets

➼the disappearances of draco malfoy by speechwriter

➼this world on any other by olivieblake

➼happy pills by malfoy101

➼wait and hope by mightbewriting

➼seventy times seven by steeely

➼between certifiable and bliss by HeyJude19

[morsmvrdre]

Fic Rec Masterlist (UPDATED AUGUST 2024)

all of these have some kind of explicit content. PLEASE read tags. i'm not responsible for you reading something you don't like because you overlooked a tag.

(in order of ship [dramione, nottpott, jegulus, and wolfstar] and then word count. new additions are categorized with an asterisk.)

Dramione

your lonely calls to me - senlinyu (3,085)

“Less than a year post-war, trainee healer Hermione Granger visits Azkaban to perform volunteer medical check-ups and finds something she isn't intended to see, and has no choice but to do something about it.”

Break the Ward - thisisnotadance (6,499)

“So, you like this skirt then?” She asked with a smirk. “They should throw me in Azkaban for the things I want to do to you in that skirt.”

The Wizard from A.U.R.O.R. - Wanderingfair (6,836)

“OR The one where Hermione asks a simple favour as she and Draco confront their unresolved feelings for each other immediately before an important mission.”

The Seduction - senlinyu (11,686)

“Hermione’s expression grew indignant but Draco ignored it and pressed on. “I am trying to seduce you,” he said, staring her straight in the eye. Her indignation faded as her mouth dropped open and her eyes slowly grew round.”

Season Pass (To This Ass) - mightbewriting (16,390)

“[In which Hermione dumps a Quidditch fan and dates a Quidditch player instead. Spite is a beautiful motivator.]”

Ardent Bonds - Musyc (16,741)

“Maybe it was wrong to think about this, maybe it was horrible to even consider, but if Draco Malfoy liked to dominate, she couldn't stop herself from picturing it. Picturing him.”

Sated Thirst - Notawriter_17 (17,415)

“A story told in three parts. Ron. Theo. Draco. Hermione's journey into the world of BDSM and sexual enlightenment.”

Seven Times Seven - steely (21,589)

“Hermione had expected some level of resistance from Draco at her incarceration, but not to this extreme. He was unraveling himself while desperately trying to keep her together.”

* The Tie that Binds - EvergreenTuesdays (22,526)

"Narcissa Malfoy struck a bargain with Albus Dumbledore before he died—that at an unspecified pivotal moment, she would turn the tide of the war, ensuring Voldemort’s downfall. In exchange, her son Draco would be married to the Golden Girl immediately following the war, guaranteeing her family’s return to grace." (READ TAGS!)

Five Months Until Summer - allofthelights11 (27,464)

“She's tried three times over holiday break and it hasn't worked out. Now she has a little more than five months until summer when she can try again.”

Ten Out of Ten - morriganmercy (61,559

“In which Hermione is determined to find a loophole to free her from a forced marriage with Draco Malfoy. But with only two weeks until they are legally required to consummate, it would be irresponsible not to prepare for every contingency.”

Lose Control - madrose_writing (70,082)

“In Elysium, that girl behind the white mask, begging for permission to come undone could be the Golden Girl. That man behind the black mask making her beg could be the Boy Who Had No Choice. In Elysium, anonymity is key. If you could be anyone, who would you be?”

Private Tutor - allofthelights11 (77,407)

“That time Hermione offered to give Draco Malfoy some much-needed sexual experience.”

Wait and Hope - mightbewriting (94,946)

“[In which Hermione loses the last six year's worth of her memories, including the entirety of her relationship and marriage to Draco.]”

A Season for Setting Fires - mightbewriting (95,639)

“[In which a soulmate bond appears while Hermione is tortured at Malfoy Manor. Canon divergent from that moment onward.]”

Between Certifiable and Bliss - HeyJude19 (97,712)

“In the ensuing years, he did not need to constantly remember that blissful, impossible dream. He further did not need Potter bursting into his mostly turned-around life to embroil him in a conspiracy at Azkaban. And he definitely did not need to embark on a clandestine investigation into prisoner mistreatment with Hermione Granger.”

* FAILSAFE - Hypothetically (99,476)

"Professor McGonagall didn’t know that Hogwarts had a Failsafe. The Spell she used to protect the students triggered the castle to protect itself. It’s been creating labyrinths. Some of the loved ones of the missing ventured in, never to be seen again. It’s like they never left. Draco Lucius Malfoy, the verdict alteration comes with a stipulation that you must return for the rehabilitation of Hogwarts."

The Injury of Finally Knowing You - VanillaSage (123,751)

“10 years ago, tucked away in a secret room during their Eighth Year at Hogwarts, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy fell in love. 10 years later, the echoes of how that young love burned down still haunt them when, on the day of her divorce, Hermione stumbles upon her old flame once again.”

Meet Me In Dreamland - sinflower81 (126,169)

“A Post-Hogwarts fic in which Hermione and Draco fuck (a lot) without realizing it. Alternating POVs, kinky combos, and a dramatic, spice-driven plot.”

Rosemary for Remembrance - rubber_soul02 (167,789)

“A post-war, slow-burn, enemies to lovers Dramione story about healing, redemption, and second chances. Featuring a full cast of your favourite snarky Slytherins.”

Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Loveisthisselfcare (199,548)

“Hermione straddles the Muggle and Magical worlds as a medical researcher and Healer about to make a big discovery. Draco is an Auror assigned to protect her from forces unknown – to both of their displeasure.”

Bring Him To His Knees - Musyc (246,526)

“Draco is on the case of a murderer, but to investigate, he needs a fake relationship - and a kink club play partner. When Hermione volunteers to take the role, both do their best to maintain the lie without letting each other know the truth: neither of them are acting.”

A Game of High Stakes - In_Dreaming (263,110)

“In theory, the task is simple: kill Draco Malfoy. In practice, putting a curse through the Dark Lord's favoured lieutenant will take everything Hermione has―especially since he's trying to kill her, too. Even more so when the lines between them start to blur. Sometimes, the only way out is through.”

Manacled - senlinyu (370,515)

“Harry Potter is dead. In the aftermath of the war, in order to strengthen the might of the magical world, Voldemort enacts a repopulation effort. Hermione Granger has an Order secret, lost but hidden in her mind, so she is sent as an enslaved surrogate to the High Reeve until her mind can be cracked.” 

NottPott

Chaperones - RoseHarperMaxwell (5,561)

“I'm going to court Granger," Draco said around a mouthful of toothpaste. He spat into their sink and rinsed his mouth, leaning against the doorframe with a casual air that belied the enormity of such a statement. "We need you to be our chaperone." Theo closed his astronomy textbook, using a thumb to hold his place. "I'm sorry, what?” Draco nodded, as though he'd expected disbelief. "Courting Granger. That's something I'm doing now."

No Expectations - In_Dreams (6,963)

“To avoid attending Hermione's promotion dinner solo after a breakup, Harry agrees to a blind date for appearances only. But his resolve crumbles when his arranged date is the disdainfully gorgeous Theo Nott.”

Jegulus

Taking Care - Quietlemonhush (5,084)

“James learns lessons about how to love Regulus.”

The First Person You Loved - Anonymous (8,539)

“Regulus shows up at the Potters' house bleeding and hurt, which reveals something about James' relationship with him to Sirius.”

As if Through Water - third_crow (8,611)

“Or, Regulus learns he and James have more in common than he thought”

* pretty as a peach, bruised like one too - completefailure (29,976)

"From the moment Lord Voldemort had laid eyes upon a stiff backed and scared Regulus, he had been doomed. Sometimes the only way out is through." (READ TAGS!)

* definition of insanity - bizarrestars (54,800)

"(Or, the one where Regulus flirts a little too close to the sun and loves getting burned.)"

The Mystery of Pears - sonwar (89,958)

“In the cave, Regulus doesn’t beg for it to stop. He begs not be left behind, alone. Perhaps this is why, when Kreacher gives one last look over his shoulder and sees terrible, pale hands reaching for his master, he appears in a flash at Regulus’ side, clutches him by the elbow, and Apparates them both out of the cave, directly disobeying his master’s last order.”

Pathological People Pleaser - rweoutofthewoods (114,435)

“(OR: all it takes is a summer-long holiday in Italy, James Potter's teetering mental stability, a secret relationship, friends with benefits, Marlene’s secret, and enough stupidity and insecurity to go around for everything to come crashing down around them.)”

* To the boy who… - ibbsterkisster (238,799)

"Or; the one where Regulus gets forced out of hiding to face the world, make the right but painful decisions, and fights with more than just one Dark Lord." (READ TAGS!)

* chew me up, but don’t spit me out - damagecontrol (261,000)

"Or, this is a story about identity, addiction, self-expression, and love in all of the varying shapes they can take."

Wolfstar

* The Ink Around Our Scars - Written_Willis (10,876)

"Sirius is a tattoo artist that specializes in clients with scarring. In walks Remus Lupin and his damn eyes and flirty smirk causing Sirius to forget his own name. Add in some daddy Regulus and James, Barty and Evan being Barty and Evan, a bit of toddler Harry, and a touch of misunderstanding."

* Underglass - Anonymous (24,496)

"King of the low-down, lord of mud and everything beneath the surface—Remus Lupin is the king of sordid exchanges happening under the Death Eaters’ noses. Nobody has ever been able to make a feint at him and survive to tell the tale. But when an intruder drops in, unexpected and wholly disarming, everything tilts just so on its axis and might tumble the lot of it to ash."

that’s the art of getting by - sarewolf (40,459)

“What do you want me to do?” Remus says, tiredly. All he wants is to curl up on his bed. Smoke a pack of cigarettes. Get drunk. He can’t stop looking at Harry. “Remus...” Dumbledore is gentle. Remus hates when he has that tone. Hates that he knows it will hurt. “There is no one else left.” A bitter laugh escapes him. “So you’ll curse the poor thing with a werewolf for a guardian?”

* At The Healing Edge of Broken - heartofspells (191,322)

"Sirius is a pro football star who finds himself injured. Through a recommendation from Lily, Remus becomes his physiotherapist. Or: Sirius is flying high on success until it all crashes down around him, but he realizes that maybe crashing doesn't always mean the end to everything. Someone's there to throw him a life preserver. He only needs to open his eyes to find it." (READ TAGS!)

[firefeelsfine]

HELLO pretty people!!!🌸 <3

The intro post is finally here...🫴🏻✨

ABOUT ME :- she/her | 8teen | Pisces | ENFJ -A | Girl's girl | certified panick mechine | super random | desi | hopeless romantic.🌼

Wanna know more about me, here you go:-

🌸 yepp, so my name is KEHKESHA which means Galaxy & The name originates from Persian language.

( I am truly in love with my name, so please try not to mess it up while interacting. )

🌸I am a die heart fan of SRK and RK.

( it's okay if you don't like them or the way they act...I respect your views nevertheless.)

🌸what do I mostly post?

Random shit, that's right. Relatable kinda shit , random funny looking pictures , memes and rants. In short everything that would show a sense of carelessness towards life and people. Because let's be honest , we all are struggling with stuff one way or another. So ig it's better to deal with that shit by making it somewhat random.

But but but, at times I may tap into my devdas zone, and post or reblog something kinda sad. ( Not negative or something devestating, just simply sad) Something that may or may not touch that hidden empty void in your heart.

🌸 there is nothing in this world that will ever come close to how much i love tulips 🌷🌷🌷

🌸I am not religious but very spritual.

🌸I respect every religion with all my heart. I am obsessed with Indian myths and history. I would really appreciate hearing anyone speaking of there culture, the traditions they follow, the facts and the myths, all of it together and everything in between as well. Feel free to reach out to me for the same.

🌸my favourite colour changes with my mood, today it's rose gold.

🌸I am seriously very chaotic. If my chaos makes sense to you, we're meant to vibe together.

🌸my favourite vibe:- midnight thoughts with Lo-fi Beats.

🌸 I have bunch of interest, here goes the list:-

• imtiyaz ali movies ( my go to )

• F.R.I.E.N.D.S ( nothing compares to that common! )

• music:- jagjit singh, Mukesh, kishore kumar songs are a bliss to me. Shreya Ghoshal, Mohit Chauhan, Arjit Singh top my playlist every now and then. The weekend, JVKE , arctic monkeys, Chris brown make my playlist near to perfect.

But but but...LANA DEL RAY & ISABEL LAROSA make me tap into my siren self way too quick.

• I am diagnosed with moderate anxiety and an undiagnosed mild ADHD awaits me.

•THE SCARLET WITCH from the MCU is my comfort character. ( It's weird ik)

• I like every existing shade of maroon.

🌸 relationship status :- in love- hate relationship with my life.

🌸I am in love with the idea of being in love.💌

🌸I get lost in my books every now & then ( I won't be posting anything about what I read , in this blog, because I cannot tolerate listening to anyone having an opinion on why they don't like a character that I may be obsessed with at that very point of time. I will get defensive and that won't end good . I know me)

🌸 recommendation for kdramas, songs , movies and tv shows of any kind are appreciated.

( need an recommendation from my end ? Do try watching • It's Okay to Not Be Okay • 2020 ‧• Romance • kdrama )

• I really cherish this drama because I feel it is very me coded. Don't forget to tell me your views on it if you do watch it.

🌷🌷🌷 I am obsessed with my govind, my protector, my bestie and my supreme support 🌷🌷🌷

NAGAR NANDJI NA LAAL...💌💌💌

Also, my two alltime favourite songs ( hindi)

My alltime favourites ( english)

If you're a creep who just wants to disturb people's mental peace first of all get a life, And second of all try not to try your dirty tricks on me. I am not a girl who will ignore or block you. I very well know some people , who would not only trace you but will make sure to get your life as miserable as possible. MARK MY WORDS !!!

PS :- My brother's bachelor's degree in criminal justice works like magic at times.

🌸 other than this , I am a really friendly person, so feel free to reach out to me.

Tons of love to my stunning mutuals <3 🫴🏻✨I adore you guys so damn muchhhhhh 💌

[tealeavesandtrash]

stick of gum

Jegulus oneshot for my @marauderswithpalestineproject prompt from @sequinhaze: "james and regulus breaking the news to sirius that they got married (hella drunk) in vegas and don't want a divorce (they weren't even dating in the first place)" (This snippet is SWF, but the full work on AO3 NSFW)

The night air is prickling hot, not that Regulus should have expected anything else for the middle of summer in what is technically a desert. The humidity makes the air heavy, the clamminess clinging to his skin like a sweat he can’t wash off. The air conditioning unit in his room is on its last leg, doing little to nothing to help with heat. And judging by the sour-faced attitude of the receptionist, there isn’t much hope of switching rooms.

Stepping outside helps somewhat, the slight breeze is a welcome change from the stuffy air of his room. Regulus walk softly along the balcony, all the way to the end of the block and down the rickety metal stairs to the car park. It's so quiet - save for the buzzing of the neon vacancy sign and the occasional truck steaming down the adjacent highway.

The peace and quiet is a welcome relief - a blissful moment of escape to be alone with his thoughts. They’ve been on the road for weeks, leapfrogging down through California and across the South West, hitting as many tourist hotspots as they can. Between camping out in the wilderness, to being crammed in a rental car with three other grown adults, to James’ anxious energy that ripples off in waves and sets Regulus on edge - he’s barely had a moment to breathe.

The paper sits heavy in the bottom of the Regulus’ luggage. It’s buried deep underneath all his clothes - hidden from daylight and any prying eyes. He hasn’t touched it, not so much as looked at it since he first saw it in a very hungover state on their last morning in Vegas. But even out of sight the burden of it hangs heavy and the words have seared into his mind.

State of Nevada Marriage Certificate This is to certify the lawful union of James Fleamont Potter and Regulus Arcturus Black.

He’s not upset at James, how could he be? If anything James is just as much a victim in this whole mess if not more so. And those wide, sad puppy eyes when he had to break the news to Regulus that the certificate seemed to be a very much legitimate and legally binding document - it had been pitiful almost, seeing James so apologetic and pleading about how he was going to fix it, make everything okay and get things back to normal. If Regulus hadn’t been in such a state of shell shock, maybe he would have made a jab at James about his commiserable state of being.

No, he’s not mad at James. He’s mad at himself for losing control, for letting something so stupid happen. He’s mad at Sirius for buying round after round of shots - most of which being tequila which he has never been able to handle. He’s mad at Remus for making some stupid joke about getting hitched by Elvis and probably planting the seed in their mind to begin with. 

Around the back of the motel, away from the (albeit minimal) light pollution of the flickering street lights, Regulus bathes in the silvery glow of the night sky. This might be his favourite part of the trip, something he has never been able to appreciate in the UK or during the city portions of their holiday. The constellations are so impossibly bright, stretching out across the vast sky that seems to go on for hundreds of thousands of miles. Out here, under a million twinkling stars, everything seems so inconsequential. He feels so tiny and insignificant and normally that could cause him to spiral into existential dread, but right now it just brings a wave of tranquillity.

He doesn’t spot James right away, so caught up in the magnanimity of the stars and all their glittering beauty that he doesn’t see him leaning up against the wall.

For a moment Regulus watches James watching the night sky with a wistful look in his eye. He follows his gaze to the sky, tries to guess which constellation he’s watching. On instinct, his eyes seek out his own star before glancing around to find Sirius as well, brighter than anything else in the sky bar the moon. It’s second nature to him, to search out the two of them whenever the sky is clear enough - a habit long built up from obsessing over astrology books and sneaking into the back garden with Sirius at night when they were children.

He wonders if James has found the stars as well, if Sirius ever took him stargazing and taught him how to find them. He contemplates joining James now, striking up a conversation about it, but with everything that’s going on the situation feels too heavy for lighthearted anecdotes about the stars and their mythological backstories. It hangs so heavy in the air that to talk about anything else seems impossible.

For the first time, it really hits him. That is his husband - in the eyes of the law, they are legally bound and dependent on each other. It comes like a sudden wave of loneliness. James is no further than a few feet away, Remus and Sirius in their room within shouting distance, but Regulus feels a million miles away from everyone - as far away as his namesake. He can’t talk to anyone about this. Sirius is oblivious. Remus suspects something - has made the odd remark here and there, scratched at the surface but Regulus can’t let on any more. And James, well, where to even start with that? Regulus can’t even articulate the words in his mind, let alone speak them aloud. And besides, the only thing they’ve said to each other was to confirm their legal separation at the very first chance they get, it feels too weird to open up on such a deep emotional level now.

It catches in the back of his throat, choking him up slightly and he turns his attention back to the night sky. His star still shines brightly in the corner of the Leo constellation, named for the Nemean Lion with golden fur impervious to attack and claws stronger than any armour, undefeated by everything except a demigod.

In a moment of inspired bravery, Regulus moves silently to join James. He leans up against the motel wall and lets himself slide down so he’s sat on the rough ground, knees knocking James in lieu of a greeting. 

Neither of them say anything right away. James is drinking a beer and he silently offers Regulus a slip which he willingly accepts. 

“I hate this,” James says finally after another swig. He sounds so defeated that it pierces Regulus and buries itself in his chest.

“I’m sorry.” The words fall from Regulus quieter than a whisper.

James' eyes flicker to him, Regulus can feel them burning on his skin. “It’s not your fault,” he says with such soft earnestness, but Regulus can’t bring himself to believe him.

A minute passes, maybe two or three, it’s impossible to judge the passing of time with nothing but the constellations. There are words Regulus wants to say but he doesn’t trust himself to formulate them in an articulate manner.

Like he can read Regulus’ mind, James speaks up again. “I don’t hate this whole marriage thing, it is what it is,” he clarifies. “I hate how it’s made things weird before us and I hate the guilt and I hate not being able to talk to Pads about this.”

Regulus stills as the words settle in his brain, processing the implication of them.

Of course, the worst part about this for James is Sirius - that he has been lumped together with the worse brother, the fact there’s something they can’t talk to each other about, that for the first time since they were twelve, there is a wedge being driven into their friendship. 

“If that is meant to make me feel better,” Regulus speaks slowly, carefully enunciating each word and trying to mask any emotion in his tone. “It doesn’t. I’m sorry that I caused such a drag in your life, but as soon as we get this annulled, I’ll get out of your way and you can go back to normal and forget all about this.”

James stares at him in confusion, “I didn’t - I don’t think you’re a drag.”

Regulus just shakes his head, pushes himself to his feet. “No, it’s fine, sorry for getting in the way of you and Sirius.”

James' feet beat on the ground as he jogs to catch up with Regulus. He whisper-shouts his name, quiet enough not to disturb the other motel patrons, but loud enough that it's obvious Regulus is intentionally ignoring him.

He catches Regulus outside his room, grabbing his wrist and forcing Regulus to turn and look at him. His throat is tight but he refuses to look James in the eye, pointedly looking past his shoulder instead. Maybe it’s an attempt to throw James off or maybe it's just to avoid the submissive undertones when he's inevitably unable to hold James’ gaze longer than a few seconds.

“You’re not getting in the way of anything,” James says but the words don’t mean anything to Regulus.

He shrugs off James’ gasp. “No it’s fine, I get it. It’s weird, you hate it.”

"I don’t hate this.” Although the words come more like a question and the uncertainty makes Regulus want to simultaneously strangle him and run away from this forever.  

“It's fine, James," Regulus repeats. "I know I’m the last person you’d want to get stuck with and I know you hate this and that’s fine as well, but you don’t need to lie about it.” 

James takes his hands, holding them gently in his own. He looks at him so softly, something shifting in expression that makes Regulus’ stomach twist. “I don’t hate you Reg. I know it’s weird  but I don’t - I don’t hate this.”

Reg breath hitches. “You don’t?”

James steps closer, reaches up cautiously to rest his hand on Regulus’ cheek. Regulus doesn’t pull away, just looks up at James through thick lashes and focuses on the sensation of those calloused hands on his skin. He feels a little light-headed - lost in dark eyes and the touch of those big, strong hands. Regulus swallows. He wants those hands on his chest, gripping his thighs, around his neck. James is intoxicating, it’s the only way Regulus can describe it, and as much as he would like to blame it on the alcohol, the buzz he’d built up when they were all drinking at the bar early that evening has long worn off. 

In a moment of sudden bravery, Regulus lurches forward - grabbing James by the collar and crashing their lips together. There's a faltering moment when he thinks James is going to push him away, but then James is pushing him back against the door of his motel room and Regulus is fumbling with the handle.

They stumble into the room, James wrapping one arm around Regulus' waist, pulling him impossibly closer as he kisses him back and he tangles his other hand in Regulus’ hair. Regulus snakes his arms around James' neck, lets out a stifled moan as James leans down, almost dipping Regulus as he arches his back to meet James’ chest.

“Fuck, Regulus,” James mutterers against his lips. ‘“What made you think I could ever hate you?”  

Regulus shifts, cranes his neck as James moves to kiss the corner of his mouth, his jaw, and down to his neck. His touch is exhilarating as Regulus lets his eyes flutter closed. “You’re the one who’s been avoiding me,” he mutters.

“Not because I don’t like you,” James retorts. “Quite the opposite.”

Regulus blinks a moment, cups James' face with his hands and forces him to look up at him. His cheeks are flushed, lips parted and panting slightly and Regulus searches futilely for a hint of a lie. “You’re not just saying that?”

James just grins at him with that dazzling smile that makes Regulus giddy. “Cross my heart.”

continued on AO3

[wannab-urs]

The Spreadsheet Digest - Fic Recs | Vol 6

Howdy friends! Happy Friday and happy Fic Rec Day!

Here's everything I read this week and my silly little thoughts about them.

As always you can find The Spreadsheet here

Recs below the cut :)

June - a Joel series by @atinylittlepain

-> The writing in this is just... absolutely beautiful. I love the story that's being set up here and I love the way it's being told. This is definitely one to keep an eye on. Fell in love immediately. Warning, though, this one is probably gonna hurt a little.

Heat - an Ezra one shot by @ezrasversion

This fic had me in javi p, smoking a cigarette, hand pressed into forehead era. It was hot. Ezra talking dirty is just... top fucking tier man.

PMAMC 2023 - (almost) all the boys got pegged and I made a masterlist! Fics by @wannab-urs, @jksprincess10, @beskarandblasters, @cutesyscreenname, @serenaxpedro, and @atinylittlepain

-> All the major boys except Marcus Pike (coming soon), Dave York (coming soon), and Jack Daniels (unclaimed) get the rides of their lives! We pegged all of them... so if that's your thing, click the link for enough to keep you fed for weeks

Catalyst - a Joel/Frankie series @ezrasbirdie

-> I think I'm in my "I want two guys to rail me while also being into each other" era, but anyway... this was so fucking hot. I loved all the little details and story bits in there. Made it feel like a believable situation, which is not alway the case with Pedro boy on Pedro Boy action lol.

Shots - a Jack series by @julesonrecord

-> Uh... oh my god??? I love the rewrite of the ending (I like when authors keep Whiskey's actions but change that terrible ending ugh). I am so fucking into the plot of this story. I am riveted. I cannot wait for more. What is he doing? What's gonna happen? AH. Oh and it wouldn't be a certified Gin Fic Rec if I didn't tell you that the smut is delicious. Riding that line between explicit description and fucking poetry. You really uh... feel it... you know?

Hokaanir Riduurok - a Din one shot by @proxima-writes

-> Din with tattoos... shirtless,,, marrying you... then fucking while totally blissed out on some crazy mando wine... If I need to say more there's something wrong with you. This is everything.

put your lips close to mine a Joel one shot by @swiftispunk

-> A gorgeous follow up to her other masseuse!reader x Joel fic. I think I could read about Pedro boys getting or giving massages forever. It will literally never get old. All the luscious fuckin descriptions of his body.... PLEASE. And who doesn't love a happy ending?

buried - a Jack series by @something-tofightfor

I love this story so much I think I could recite it from memory. Jack is literal perfection in every way in this. I love a sad broken man who slowly learns to love again YESSSSS. The plot? immaculate. The smut? worth the god damn wait.

Speechless - an Ezra one shot by @sneetsnootyoit

-> Someone finally learned how to shut Ezra up... all it took was a good dickin down lmao. (AMAB Reader, sorry if you didn't get into fandom through a gay ship like me and this isn't your thing).

------------ things i read months ago and never recced -------------

Grays - a Frankie series by @fuckyeahdindjarin

Starstruck - a Dieter series by @ezrasbirdie

Possession - a Din one shot @prolix-yuy

Sin Without Limits a Javi P one shot by @jake-g-lockley

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Happy reading, dear friends <3

[finitepeace]

last week on me reading dramione

trying the oneshot ones because if I keep reading the longer ones I will have no life but reading dramione lol  (well, not a bad scenario though). 

Coloured Perceptions by another_lonely_writer | 17k words | years through hogwarts AU | Hermione can see colors on people and Draco’s piqued her interest. 

i have gone at dusk through narrow streets by i forgot to blink | 4k words | a moment of dramione on 5th year Hogwarts 

Eye of the Beholder by eilonwy | 2,5k words | a dramione fragments on 6th year hogwarts 

The True Master by Margot_le_Faye | 11k words | deathly hallows AU if draco realized the true power of elder wand in his possession | 

Epiphanies and  The Gift by eilonwy | 7k and 5k | 6th year dramione being cute over assignment and on valentine day

The Thing About Biscuits and epilogue  by eilonwy | 4k and 1,5k words | divorced dramione bonded over sending gift for their kids in hogwarts 

Notice me three times by darkeningskies | 7k words | moments when draco fell for hermione

Beer, Potions, and Unwise Notions by HeyJude19 | 13k words | magic-drunk hermione spilling her secret crush on draco 

To Look a Gift Horse in the Mouth by Onyx_and_Elm | 6k words | ministry employees dramione, hermione offering to teach draco how to conjure patronus

Kiss Me, Haunt Me, Kill Me by LovesBitca8 | 4k words | draco returned to hogwarts as potion master and to his surprise, hermione is now a ghost haunting hogwart halls. 

Draw Constellations On My Spine by actanonverba7 | 3k words | malfoy manor incident AU, prepare your heart 

By the Book by DarkoftheMoon | 12k words | jaded draco is now a muggle bookshop keeper, hermione accidentally went to his shop. 

Never Have I Ever by meditationsinemergencies | 12k words | dramione in arranged marriage, sexy time. 

Blindsided By: secretdiary | 9k words | 6th year Hermione challenged by the whole gryffindor to kiss Draco. 

here are the long ones that I read: 

Apple Pies and Other Amends by ToEatAPeach |  72k words | [recommended by @orchita, thanks!] hermione bakes and shares it with everyone, including the Malfoys (where their paid, well-dressed elf said, “mister draco looks at missus hermione like drowning man looking at air” 

Best Shot by AccioMjolnir | 23k words | 8th year hogwarts hermione visited by a time travelling hermione keen on saving draco, her husband (and probably make them together faster) 

Between Certifiable and Bliss by HeyJude19 | 97k words | in 6th year, a dream of hermione helped draco through the year, after the war, the real hermione helped him through his life 

Kiss, With Tongue by tamlane | 59k words | 8th year hermione had a race with Lavender and Pansy to finish their sexy to do list |

Pros and Cons by ChaosAndCrumpets | 47k words | Minister of Magic Hermione is accidentally pregnant, the father? her highly competent political strategist Draco malfoy. 

Just one more by emotionalsupporthufflepuff | 93k words | in which dramione took a page from Weasley family and had a horde of beloved children in their Granger-Malfoy clan.

Presque Toujours Pur By: ShayaLonnie | 173k words | in which  hermione is a secret member of the so called pureblood Black family. The fic has all my favorite trope: Snape has friends, Sirius and Lupin are alive, Buckbeak’s reappearance, and Hermione being happy. 

The Troublesome Thing About Time by LadyKenz347 | 38k words | time travelling Draco trying to save his wife, involving present hermione who is definitely not in love with current Draco Malfoy

*looking at the amount of fics in this list* huh, maybe I  dont have a life already...  

[butmakeitgayblog]

Stealing the other anon’s question! Whats the best sex CI Clexa has ever had?

The answer to that changes a lot over the years because these two are certifiable nymphos 🥴 While previously Lexa's never been big on touch, Clarke's main love language always has and always will be touch. And over time that intimacy between them helps break down a lot of Lexa's barriers and aversion to physical affection, which really opens up their sex life to a whole other existence. At first they easily would've sais the days of sneaking around were the most thrilling - the fear getting caught, the illicit taboo of it all as they slowly grew in love. But then they moved out and got their own place, and that was something entirely different. Then they could fall into bed whenever the hell wanted. And they did. To an annoying degree. Like most "new" couples, they just couldn't keep their handa off each other. Entire days spent fucking and obsessed with each other. It felt pretty life altering. And then good god, they got married, and there was the bliss of all that. The several months long honeymoon spent christening any stable surface they could get. The constant rush of being newly weds and starting their life together. The sex was just... it felt like it was on an entirely other level.

But then life happens. And they settle into the minutia of being married; the every day grind of actually having a life together that isn't marked by grand milestones and running from a past either would rather forget. It's in that time, years down the line, that they actually find the most pleasure in each other. They don't have to keep running off on vacations like their parents did just to make things feel fresh, they don't have to keep playing these games with each other to ignite some lost spark between them. Because yeah, the "spark" is gone after so many years together, but that's because in it's place is a steady, comfortably roaring fire.

It's honestly any given Thursday, or Tuesday, or Saturday, when Lexa's already had an annoying week at work and just wants to shut her mind off, when Clarke has finished up a big project at the gallery and she has that sense of accomplishment warming her ego. That's when they can just slip into bed to share kisses, touch, and talk, working each other up over and over until they realize they've come a dozen times before sunrise. That's truly when they really have the best sex.

On a one off basis tho, it'd probably be a time when they were flying overseas and had a long bout of horrifying turbulence. Very adrenaline filled, loud and rough and desperate fucking. Because "if we're gonna die, we're at least gonna die while getting off 😒" was the thought process. Obviously they lived, but also Lexa couldn't walk right for like 2 days

[thetypingpup]

Let's talk about the certified munches: chan and haechan taking turns sucking on your p*ssy! ugh, their dynamic is so identical yet distinct but the way their tounges swirl and meet in the middle to eat you up lets you know that all they care about is making you cum over and over and over again. haechan is of course in the back, he loves gripping your ass, teasing that tight little hole, and chan adores your tits, tugging on your nipples and sucking hard on your clit. when they're done making you sweat they just have to share a few kisses, sucking on each other's tongues then letting you have a taste of course cause you all love the taste of your sweet, tangy cunt 🥹

The way I would've never thought to put these two together, but this combo sounds perfect. Both of them would just be brimming with energy, even as everything is glazed over with a lethargic haze. Imagine being between them, feeling the heat rise as their hot mouths lave all over your pussy. Greedy laps of tongues and presses of lips stimulate you, making you grab onto the cushion of the couch for purchase. Pleasure thrums through you as their tongues sweep over your clit, keeping you fully immersed in bliss. Their hands only add to the experience. The way Chan fondles your breasts, the way Haechan gropes your ass, only accentuates the pleasure you feel.

"Fuck, she tastes so good." Haechan groans, eyes rolling back as the sweet tang of your essence settles on his tongue.

"So fucking good." Chan concurs, tongue instantly circling your clit once more.

Ecstasy crests in waves the longer you’re submerged in sensations. Your moans are easily louder than the soft music playing in the background, and they follow the tune of your sounds of pleasure instead of whatever’s playing from the bluetooth speaker. Every time Haechan grabs you to pull you closer, Chan makes it a point to press his face in deeper, and suck on your clit with enough intensity to make you squeal. It’s easy to bring you to the edge like this, when your body is already alight with ecstasy and sensitive to their every touch. You cum, right against their mouths, your entrance quivering as they both lap up the release that spills from your centre. 

The kisses they share are little more than lewd presses of lips between broad sweeps of tongue. Moans emit from the two of them, low and resonate, as they exchange the flavor of your release between them. Just as quickly as their mouths meet, their mouths part, and they dive back in to get more to taste. You lie in bliss as they make you cum over and over, all the while they keep sharing you between them.

[heyjude19-writing]

20 questions for fic writers

Thanks for the tag @simplifiedemotions and @malpal132 ❤

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Technically 27 as one is by a fantastic artist that used my words in their piece.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

717,180

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Harry Potter: Dramione, wolfstar, ronsy, nottpott, and coming soon(ish) drarry

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Remain Nameless

Movements, Contrived and Improvised

Between Certifiable and Bliss

In These Silent Days

Ceremonials

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I really try to respond to every comment as it sometimes leads to fun discussions and even friendships. I also like letting readers know I appreciate their support. I haven't had the time or energy to do this with my recent WIP and I miss that aspect of fandom.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

A Safe, Devoted Darkness. I love that little spooky story so much, it is my creepy goth child.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Almost all of them do have happy endings, but the one that makes me want to cry and vomit rainbows the most is Remain Nameless.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Sure do! 😎

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do and I write all kinds, whatever the story calls for. I tend to write more emotional smut, where the sex scenes are furthering the characters' arcs/relationships but i've also written hate sex and pure kink.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nope.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, I have so much gratitude for translators in this fandom, thank you for making my stories more widely available.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

None that have made it past the chaotic shared google doc stage.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Dramione.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I think probably Ceremonials because I have so many ideas for that universe and I don't know that I'll ever truly be done with it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and character arcs.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Appropriate and consistent chapter length. Staying within a (self-imposed) word count limit.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

It's fine, I've done it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Published: dramione. Unpublished: beatles. Yes i wrote self-insert time travel beatles fics as a pre-teen, and what about it?

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Remain Nameless, always and forever, it holds so much of me in its words.

tagging @mallstars and anyone else who sees this float across their dash and wants to jump in

[iamnoctisx]

Between Certifiable and Bliss by @heyjude19-writing

This is one of my favorite fics, and I absolutely love how this turned out. The classic simplicity with the chocolate foil HTV turned out so good.