#fic rec tag

[lazyneonrabbitt]

I LOVE RANRAN!! He and Grom would be besties! (Please let them never meet for the town will fall.)

Who Let the Wargs Out?

A Rings of Power one-shot

For @crookedmouth-mountainbones , who requested Adar with the wargs. Enjoy!

The fragrance of sage blossoms floated around him as he laid in the grass, the gentle warmth of the new sun brushing against his closed eyelids like a lover’s kiss. He was just so blissfully content, drowsing near the murmuring river. A warm weight settled next to him, welcome and comforting. Had he the strength to open his heavy eyes, the face of his companion would be but a lovely blur, the years having washed away the memory of its owner. For now, though, he was at peace with the closeness he felt towards this other, who oh-so-tenderly nuzzled his cheek and—

Started licking his face? The hell?

Adar pried one eye open and was greeted by one of the camp wargs shoving her tongue in his ear and another flopping onto his legs.

Adar gave a disgusted groan. “I can wash my own face, thank you.” He tried to shove the warg off, and was rewarded with drool going up his nose thanks to another lick.

Truly a wonderful thing to wake up to, surpassed only by having Sauron snore directly in his ear, sounding for all the world like a dragon with a headcold.

He managed to sit up and have a look at the pair of wargs, who were now wagging their massive tails emphatically. Adar gave them an unimpressed glare.

“You know,” he drawled, “I can’t feed you if I’m pinned down, can I?”

The wargs gave rumbling barks in response.

He sighed, then hoisted the second warg off of his legs. “Alright, move, you giant sacks of hair!” He groused good-naturedly. The pair trotted out while he threw on his boots. As he stalked out of the tent, he heard the soft sound of laughter. Looking over, he saw one of his adolescent children stifling their giggles.

“Yes, laugh it up, little one. Next time, I’m sticking them in your tent!”

_________

Adar sat at the camp smithy, quietly sharpening one of his extra daggers. He’d seen to the work assignments, handled disputes between his children (though one pair could easily solve their constant problems by finding a quiet corner someplace and making out for a while), and even managed to fit in some time to teach weapons training to the newest guards.

The rasp of the blade against the whetstone soothed the itch at the back of his mind like nothing else. He’d often take it upon himself to add a fresh edge to the pile of blades not yet finished, to the point where the blacksmiths would leave extra set aside just for him, since they saw how he enjoyed it. Such thoughtful children he had!

He was taken out of his reverie by a warm weight suddenly landing on the top of his feet. He looked down, and there was one of the wargs, holding a leg bone in his mouth and tilting his head quizzically.

“…can I help you?”

The warg set the bone at his feet, licking it pitifully and whining.

“Oh, don’t give me that!” He sighed. “You had a full breakfast, swiped one of Ogga’s soup bones, and you still want handouts?”

The warg rolled over onto his back, pawing the air with louder whines.

“Do I look like I have ‘gullible’ branded on my forehead?”

The saddest howl echoed through the smithy.

Adar rolled his eyes and put his dagger away. “Fine, fine, you big baby!” He groaned.

The warg rolled off his feet with a happy bark and a wagging tail that knocked a shield off a nearby table.

“…if Ogga smacks me with a ladle, I’m blaming you.”

(Ogga tried; Adar ducked.)

Later, full of kitchen scraps, the warg sat contentedly while Adar brushed out his fur.

“I swear,” Adar quipped, “no one is going to look at you and say, ‘look at that poor, starving warg!’. Oh, no, they’re going to look at you and say, ‘how did those Uruk manage to tame a wild boar?’. Because that’s what you are.” He put down the brush and took the massive warg muzzle in both his hands. “A fat wild boar; yes, you are!”

The warg responded to the attention by licking Adar’s face.

“Yes, right when my mouth was open. Thank you for that.”

_________

“Adar! Adar! Lookit!”

Adar hopped down from the roof he was thatching when he heard his child call. Running up the road was Gnoth, a youth of fifteen winters from the Ash clan. His family had joined Adar’s cause a century prior, and knit into the other clans like they’d been there since the beginning. It warmed his heart to see them adjust so well. Trotting behind him at a good clip was a scruffy warg with floppy ears.

“Look, Adar, I trained RanRan!”

Ah; RanRan. Affectionately known as “Eru’s Specialest Creature”, less affectionately known as “the stupidest warg ever to walk Middle Earth”. The running joke was that, on the day of his birth, RanRan’s face struck the ground with such force that the crater he left behind could be swum in when filled with rainwater. This apparently did nothing but make him sit up, sneeze, and go toddle off for his littermates. RanRan stared at him now, panting and slightly cross-eyed, tongue lolling out of his mouth in an approximation of a smile.

“You… you trained him.”

Gnoth nodded excitedly. “I did, Adar! Watch!” He faced RanRan and pointed. “RanRan, sit!”

RanRan obeyed the command by flopping face-first into the dirt with his front legs splayed beneath him and his back legs planted firmly where he’d been standing before.

Adar bit into a knuckle on his gauntlet to keep from laughing. “Gnoth…”

“No, no, wait! He can do this! RanRan, roll over!”

RanRan rolled onto one shoulder and raised a paw in the air.

The laughter became harder to keep in. “Son, it’s alright…”

“Hang on! I know he can do this one! RanRan, nampat!”

At this command, RanRan proceeded to lift his tail and let out a rather impressive fart.

Adar pressed his face into his hands. “Gnoth,” he asked, voice muffled in his palms, “did you teach him that one on purpose?”

Gnoth scuffed a foot in the dirt. “…yeah, kind of.”

Adar tossed his hands in the air, turned on his heel, and walked away with a sigh. He wasn’t dealing with this.

From behind him, he heard Gnoth yell, “UGH! RanRan, that stinks! What did you eat?!”

That was the other reason he was walking away.

_________

Long after dinner, when the rest of the camp was settling down, Adar lounged in his nest of blankets, reading from a pilfered Elven book. Yes, he’d read this one before, but he did so love a good romance. It was just getting to his favorite part, where the dashing pirate captain was to share a passionate kiss (and more) with his beloved in a hammock of nets.

The front of his tent fluttered open, and he looked up. His children were not so rude that they would not announce themselves before coming in, so who—

A snuffling lump the size of a large cat was dropped onto his lap. He looked down to see a warg pup trying to stand and crawl up his belly. He tilted his head over to see the mother warg sitting at his feet, looking pleased with herself.

“Is it visiting time, my lady?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. The warg responded by climbing into his nest and laying across his legs.

“What is it with you and yours that you all try to keep me from walking?” He huffed a laugh and set his book down. He scooped up the pup and settled it on his ribs, stroking its soft, thick fur. The pup snuffled at him, enjoying the attention, before shutting its eyes and immediately going to sleep.

“Would that our enemies could be so easily dealt with.” He quipped. The mother snorted as if she understood, rumbling quietly at his feet. She was quite warm, and the weight of her on his legs wasn’t unpleasant. Still, he’d have to move her soon enough.

In a few minutes.

(Those few minutes never came, as Adar soon drifted off to sleep, still stroking the warg pup.)

[beescake]

EVIL FUCKED UP KARKAT..HEH...JUST A LOOK INTO MY SICK AND TWISTED MIND...

have u read

Thoroughbred - egomaniac - Homestuck [Archive of Our Own]

literally my #1 fave most beloved dvkt fic heheh thanks for the opening! ive been itching for the chance to recc it (even dvkt antis 🫵 ur gonna like this one kisskiss give it a chance)

[negansbestie]

Top 5 favourite writers atm? I need new fic recs 😭

oh hiii, i'm so glad you asked me! i only read twd related stuff, but here's my list

the first author i read here was the main reason i wanted to make this acc, so i could read everything. that author is @naughtyneganjdm and whatever fic you read is awesome! But my faves are 'The guest' and 'Arcadia'

@violettwrites another great writer. everything she does is amazing, you can't miss her work. the tp!daryl series is just *chef kiss* but also her one shots are just a work of art, believe me.

i'm currently reading their 'Skeletons' series and it's an amazing story, it also follows the lines of the show in great detail. if you enjoy slow burn, @the-name-is-z is your writer!

@angelwings-crossbowstrings has been my comfort writer for a while. if i don't know what to read, i go to her profile and re-read anything i've already read, it never gets boring and it feels like reading it for the first time all over again. 'And baby makes three'? my fave mini series.

@daryl-dixon-daydreams is an author i discovered kind of recently, but i've already read most of her work. I'm obsessed with 'Bad Medicine' and 'Sacrifice'.

and since my obsession -besides twd- is pedro pascal, let me tell you that the best author for pedro's characters is @stylesispunk. you're gonna love her writing, i'm sure. 'Did the love affair maim you too?' deserves a nobel prize.

also, i'm currently reading an ongoing series, but i promise it's GREAT if you enjoy a good oc. @thevegandarkelf's series 'Finding me, finding you', you can't miss it.

I kinda cheated and it wasn't just 5 writers lol but i hope i was helpful 🤍

[hivepixels]

Speaking of ersl and fics have you read One of Our Submarines by Vastderp? It's incomplete but it's so good, Sollux becomes a helmsman and Karkat is trying to rescue him while also trying to start a revolution. And it's got the only ersl-ish scenes that didn't annoy me lmao

oho dang its long

but i really gotta 👀

[laracrofted]

fic rec tag

Rules: Recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is "most popular" and 2 that are "hidden gems!" Then tag some folks.

since I only just started posting fics, I am going to cheat a little bit and only do one of each. thank you to @anniesocsandgeneralstore for the tag!

most popular: we're run inside out from the cold

fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

complete / 1 of 1 / 2379

pairings: jake seresin x fem!reader (jake pov, no y/n)

warnings: fluff, swearing, just kissing, smut is implied only but jake has some impure thoughts so… minors dni

synopsis: jake takes his girlfriend home for christmas. (or i realized jake seresin will never chop down a christmas tree for me while making this mood board and had to soothe the ache somehow.)

i did not plan to write this at all, but i was feeling festive and melancholic for a cozy winter night, and here we are!

hidden gem: baby, i'm high octane

fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

WIP / 2 of 6 / 14,073

pairings: jake seresin x original female character, minor bradley bradshaw x original female character (and i do mean that, not a love triangle)

warnings: language, existential dread, alcohol consumption, slutty (affectionate) rooster, lovestruck hangman, eventual smut in later chapters (minors dni), set post-movie

synopsis: charlie blackwood's documentary filmmaker niece takes a contract on north island to have her existential crisis in peace and a cocky naval aviator can't seem to leave her alone.

nora... my avoidant attachment and existential crisis angel... and pining, irritating jake... time to listen to the archer and work on the third chapter of this...

no pressure tags: @t-nd-rfoot @theharddeck (i'd say i want fic recs but i think i've read everything you've ever posted lol) and anyone else who wants to join in!

[apinchofm]

Fic Rec Friday

A Promise Made in Haste by @waterlilyrose

I can't talk about how much I love this fic enough and its complete, so binge-readers - have a read for Kathony angst and love! Its so beautifully written and I love it so much.

THE PRINCE'S PEARL by @mejacintata

Rhaena needs a hug, and I need Aemond to hug her. Or kill Daemon, either way, I'm good, and I'm really enjoying this

Ragnall & Astraea, 1269-1270 C.E. by TheModernTypewriter

The third instalment to the Peregrinus Animus, Peregrinus Anima, Peregrinus Cor series about Addison and Gallowglass. Fernando learning that his daughter is not a virgin is the best scene and a reason enough to read this + de Clermont foolishness.

Caoimhe by @spitefularmand

I love a good bit of mythology and folklore and this little tidbit from Dear Miss Marina Thompson is a good chilling read.

The Education of Edwina Sharma by me!

This was so much fun to write and I'm thanking the lovely @hptriviachamp for allowing me to plot in their chat lol. Basically Edwina getting busy in the countryside.

The Matchmaker by @spitefularmand

Marina and Sophie being besties - lady and ladies' maid - with a helping of Benophie and Meloise

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

Fic Rec Tag

Rules: Recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is "most popular" and 2 that are "hidden gems!" Then tag some folks.

Tagged by @residentdormouse

thank you so much love <3

Most Popular: the echo (or the answer)

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

complete / 6 out of 6 / 48,752

Collective Note Count Across Chapters: 837

Pairings: Jake "Hangman" Seresin/OC, Werewolf!Jake/OC, Robert "Bob" Floyd/OC, Werewolf!Bob/OC

Warnings: language, angst, werewolf lore, werewolf mating stuff, violence, gore, explicit smut, slight love-triangle

cross-posted to my AO3

The town of Marnmouth, Washington has carried a dark secret for centuries. Werewolves live among them, roam in their forests, and live peacefully amongst the humans they live alongside. To everyone else, it's just an urban legend, but to a select few, it is reality and truth. One such as these is Veronica Bradshaw - human sister to the Alpha of Blue River pack, Bradley. But across the river in Bellmoral, another werewolf pack is forced from their territory and into that of Blue River. Will Ronnie remain loyal to her brother, or will the opposing Alpha, Jake, seduce her to the other side?

it's a werewolf au y'all not much else to it lol

Gem 1: The Princess and The Freak

Fandom: Stranger Things

WIP / 1 out of 8 / 2,353

Collective Note Count Across Chapters: 34

Pairings: Eddie Munson/OC

Warnings: fluff, mutual pining, tutor/student to lovers, angst, misunderstanding goodness

Eddie is determined to graduate this year, so he seeks helps from a tutor. Only the tutor he finds is Princess of Hawkins HIgh, Lydia Gasper.

I know I only posted one chapter of this and then immediately got sucked into the Top Gun Brainrot but I do still love this story and what I have planned. It takes place the semester before season 4 and Eddie and Lydia are just....Perfection, your honor.

Gem 2: The Power of Suffering

Fandom: The Maze Runner

WIP / 3 out of 9 / 11,804

Collective Note Count Across Chapters: 145

Pairings: Gally/OC

Warnings: violence, aged-up characters, blood/gore, angst, friends to lovers, gally being very soft

Gally was one of the toughest and one of the strongest fighters the Right Arm had ever seen. He took no shit, lead with an iron fist, and had a wit like a whip. But combat medic Joan got to him in a way he couldn’t really describe. She was kind to the point of stupidity, honest, and always saw the best in people. She broke down his walls and forced him to face the vulnerable part of himself he wanted to bury. But what happens when these two opposites are forced to face their feelings for each other instead?

Another WIP I'm determined to come back to someday. I love Will Poulter he is my BOO. And I really just love this fic. I did this really cool thing where there is a book quote, read by a character, at the end of each chapter that goes along with the theme of that chapter.

No pressure tags friends, just know I love you and would love some fic recs!: @a-reader-and-a-writer @loverhymeswith @blue-aconite @laracrofted @indynerdgirl @princessphilly @clydesducktape and anyone else who sees and would like to join!

[asirensrage]

Fic Rec Tag

Rules: Recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is “most popular” and 2 that are “hidden gems!” Then tag some folks.

I was tagged by @residentdormouse! Thanks for that.

Most Popular: Overall? The Art of Seclusion but Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down is coming up fast. AoS is only ahead because of it's numbers on ffn lol

The Art of Seclusion Amelia Elswood is smart. She knows her position is the most dangerous place to be…but it’s also the safest. She’s Erudite. She’s Divergent…and she’s Jeanine’s assistant.

Find it on Ff.net and Ao3

Hidden Gems? uhhh...well it's personal opinion and looking only at the series...

Caught in the Crossfire (Sam/OC, side Dean/other OC) Takes place during s5. Michelle was just trying to gain some semblance of normality. She didn’t expect to be a part of a fail-safe for the apocalypse. Reuniting with her best friend who should be dead, she struggles with trying to survive this world while being forced into a position that has her taking care of others who also don’t belong. She just wants to go home. Find it on Ff.net and Ao3

This Means War (Matt Murdock x OC x BIlly Russo) Kate wasn’t expecting to take New York by storm. She was just looking for some peace, but when disaster after disaster starts piling up, she begins to regret her choice. At least until one week, and two extraordinary men, change everything. A story about finding the important things: the truth, yourself and your people.

Find it on Ao3

soft tagging: @arrthurpendragon @elmunson @kingsmakers @jemmalynette and anyone else interested!

[that-tall-queer-bassist]

@toasted-cricket

this was me trying to explain everything i love about "Dark Cloud Descended Again" last night

(FIC REC LIKE AHHHHH its so so good and it makes me feel Big emotions and i notice new little details every time i reread you should definitely read it if you're seeing this)

don’t you ever read a piece of fanfiction so good you just

[cogentsummoner]

no part of a /reader fic has hit me as hard as when in chapter 27 of "Undercover Lover" by EAVanGeek on ao3, toshi's in his all might form, and he's having a romantic moment with the reader (who at this point in the fic has a very rocky relationship with yagi), and when they say "all might" he thinks to himself, "Toshinori. [...] My name is Toshinori."

that quiet, yearning desperation to be known as himself but complete unwillingness to actually finally reveal himself because he's scared they only like him for all might... that's the good shit. that's the kind of energy i want smite to have in the smite soulmate au. desperate to be known as himself but too afraid of wrecking his relationship(s) with the reader. desperate to hear his name but unwilling to say it.

anyways go read undercover lover right now

[hivepixels]

have you read "the serendipity gospels" on ao3? its incomplete but its so good

oH :O the art and formatting looks neat as hell i shall mark it for later

[sargeant-bxrnes]

you’re how i pray.

summary: reluctantly, you found yourself reaching out to the church for guidance, to better your “wrongs.” only to meet father charlie and realize there was a whole world of sins you’ve yet to indulge in. [REQUESTED.]

pairings: charlie mayhew x fem!reader

warnings: conversations about religion and moral, blasphemy (?), charlie is a manipulative freak!. SMUT: this is DIRTYYYY, fingering (fem), oral (fem), unprotected sex, manhandling, dirty talk.

WC: 3.6K (sorry, i got into it)

my masterlist!                     requests are OPEN!

Your steps echoed against the cold stone floors of the church. The towering figure of your aunt walked ahead, moving with self-righteous purpose. You rolled your eyes, biting the inside of your cheek to stifle the irritation that boiled beneath your skin.

Of course, therapy had been a good start. You had actually been making progress, learning to manage your anger, to quiet the voice inside you that urged you to rebel against every rule, every boundary. But your family… they believed therapy wasn’t enough. They had another solution.

Father Charlie. You had heard of him. A young priest, charismatic and well-liked by the community.

Your aunt wasted no time, walking straight up to the office where Father Charlie stood. His presence was larger than life, draped in his priestly robes, and yet his eyes—those piercing brown eyes—held a spark that didn’t quite match the image of a humble servant of God.

“Father Charlie, thank you for meeting with us,” your aunt began, already launching into a tirade about you. Words like rebellious, problematic, and sinful spilled out as though they had been rehearsed. You stood there, arms crossed, glaring at the rows of candles flickering on the altar.

Father Charlie nodded sympathetically but his gaze never left you. He didn’t interrupt your aunt’s sermon, though, and once the woman was satisfied that she had delivered enough holy condemnation, she patted you on the shoulder.

“Father Charlie will talk to you, sweetie. He’ll help you.”

With that, your aunt left, leaving behind a cloud of forced piety. The silence settled in as Father Charlie waited until the doors shut behind her.

“Guessing by your expression, I’m sure this wasn’t your first option, coming to me.” he said, his voice unexpectedly soft.

You shrugged, leaning back against one of the wooden furnitures of his office. “Yeah. My family has unfortunately convinced themselves that I’m a lost cause, and that only God can save me. Or so.”

Father Charlie smiled, and something about it made you feel more cautious than comforted. “Why do you think people see you that way?”

The question took you by surprise. Not the usual condescending lecture, not yet, anyway. “Because I don’t see the point in all these rules they’re obsessed with. I do whatever I want, and that annoys people. We’re born into this world, and instead of living the lives we want, we’re told what to do from the moment we can speak. Doesn’t that sound a little… cruel to you?”

“Rules are there to keep the community together. Without them, society would fall apart.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Maybe. But what’s the point if those rules only help some people? The rich keep getting richer, while the rest of us… we’re always at the bottom. And that’s okay as long as we obey, right?”

“So, you think life is about doing whatever you want? No restrictions at all?”

“Not exactly,” you said. “I just think people should be free to make their own choices. To live without constant guilt and fear hanging over them. This whole idea that we’re supposed to follow blindly or be damned… it doesn’t sit right with me.”

The priest studied you for a moment, and you could feel the intensity of his gaze. “Do you believe in God?”

Your lips pressed together in a thin line. “I don’t know. Maybe there’s something out there, something bigger than us. But the people in this community? The hypocrisy. The way they use their faith to control others. It’s toxic.”

Father Charlie nodded slowly. “You’re not the first to feel that way. But you’re not as alone as you think, either.”

“What do you mean?”

His smile was back, but this time, it held something else. Something darker. “Let’s just say… not everyone in this church follows the rules as strictly as you might think.”

A shiver crept down your spine, but you couldn’t tell if it was fear or something else. His words, his tone—they didn’t match the image of the holy man you had been expecting. You sat down on the couch, to keep some distance.

“Let’s talk more,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “I’m curious about your thoughts on freedom. On life… on sin.”

Your pulse quickened as he took a seat next to you, far too close for comfort, but you didn’t move. There was something magnetic about him. Dangerous, but magnetic.

“You know,” Charlie began, his fingers lightly tracing the soft edge of the couch beneath both, “a lot of people in your position feel trapped by expectations. You said it yourself: you don’t like the way rules seem to be designed to keep some people down.”

You nodded slowly, unsure where this was leading, but already feeling a shift in the atmosphere.

He tilted his head, his gaze holding yours, and there was a glimmer of amusement—something almost wicked—in his eyes. “You’re not wrong to want freedom. To want more. But what you have to understand is that most people… they’re too afraid to admit it.”

“Too afraid?”

“Yes. They bury their desires under obedience, hoping it will make them feel whole. But deep down, they crave… more. They want to push against those boundaries.” He leaned in closer, his tone growing silkier. “Don’t you?”

“I don’t know,” you said, though you did know. It just didn’t feel safe to admit it—not to yourself, and definitely not to him. “I mean, I get frustrated, but… it’s not like I’m going to rebel against everything.”

“What if you did? What if, just for a moment, you allowed yourself to explore that side of you? The one that questions. The one that craves freedom… and maybe, other things?” Charlie’s eyes sparkled with something that felt far more dangerous than faith.

Other things. The way he said it, as if it were an invitation, hung heavily between both. You could feel the tension building, the heat.

“I think…” you started, your voice shaky, “I think people would lose their minds if I did something like that.”

His lips curled into a slow, knowing grin. “Maybe that’s exactly what they need.”

He let the words sink in before continuing, his voice dipping into something darker, more seductive. “You don’t need to live your life based on what others expect of you. There’s power in choosing for yourself.“

This conversation wasn’t going the way you’d imagined. You had expected judgment, correction—but instead, he was… encouraging you.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper now.

You looked away, feeling a flush creep up your neck. “I don’t know.”

“You’re lying,” Charlie said softly, his voice dipping even lower. “I think you know exactly what you want. You just haven’t allowed yourself to feel it fully.”

Your heart pounded against your ribs, and you couldn’t ignore the way his words wrapped around you like a dark temptation. There was a part of you that did want something—something wild, something free, something dangerous. But this? Here? With him?

“It’s okay to admit it,” Charlie said, leaning closer, his lips dangerously close to your ear now. “Sometimes… surrendering to what you really desire is more powerful than fighting it.”

Your breath caught, and for a second, you leaned into him, drawn by the magnetism of his words. It was intoxicating—the way he seemed to know exactly what to say. But you pulled back, confusion warring with the strange attraction that was blooming inside you.

“You’re a priest,” you said, as though reminding him—and yourself—would somehow break the spell.

Charlie chuckled, the sound low and smooth. “I am. But that doesn’t mean I don’t understand temptation. Sin is… fascinating, isn’t it? Especially the kind that makes you question everything you thought you knew about yourself.”

There was something so wrong about this conversation, and yet, you couldn’t deny the pull. The way he was making you feel—seen, understood, even desired—was something you hadn’t expected to find in this place.

He held your gaze, his confidence palpable. “You crave connection. An escape from the chains of expectation. You want to live life on your terms, even if that means stepping outside the lines drawn by those who think they know better. I admire that.”

“You really don’t know what you’re getting into,” you said, trying to regain some control.

“Perhaps,” he said, the corner of his mouth quirking up in that infuriatingly charming way. “But what if I’m willing to take that risk? To explore those uncharted waters with you?”

“Is that what you do with all the girls who come in here, Father?” you shot back, trying to mask the way your pulse quickened at the thought.

“Most don’t provoke me the way you do,” he said, his voice low and velvety. “They’re afraid to stray too far from the righteous path. But you… you have a light about you that beckons me closer. It’s intoxicating.”

Your cheeks warmed under his intense scrutiny, but you quickly shook your head, refusing to be swayed. “You shouldn’t say things like that. You’re a priest.”

“Ah, but that’s the thing, isn’t it?” he replied smoothly, his gaze unflinching. “What does that really mean? I wear the collar, sure, but I’m also a man—one who understands the darker desires that lie beneath the surface. You’re drawn to them, aren’t you?”

“Maybe I’m just curious,” you replied, attempting to sound nonchalant.

“Curiosity is a dangerous game,” he said, his voice a seductive whisper. “Especially when it leads you to someone like me. You could explore all the answers to your questions, and perhaps even find the absolution you didn’t know you were seeking—if you dare to take that step.”

“And what’s the price for that?” you challenged, not ready to give in but undeniably intrigued.

“Just your trust,” he said, his gaze piercing through your defenses. “Let me guide you. Allow me to show you that the rules can bend, that the lines can blur. And in return, you’ll discover a side of yourself you never knew existed. It’s a fair exchange, don’t you think?”

“Maybe,” you finally replied, your voice barely above a whisper, “but I’m not so easily led.”

He leaned in closer, their faces mere inches apart. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He ran his thumb delicately along your lower lip. “Lose yourself in me. Let me be your forbidden pleasure, your dark indulgence. Together, we can create a sin so divine, it will set your soul free.”

You feel his thumb diving inside your mouth. He pressed his thumb deeper, exploring the warm, wet cavern of your mouth as if mapping your innermost terrain.

“Mmmm, so eager to please," he purred, his other hand sliding down your side to grip your hip, holding you steady. "Your mouth was made for sin." With a subtle twist, he coaxed your tongue to swirl around the intrusion, a sinful game of give-and-take that left you breathless and wanting more. "Such a willing little temptress,"

And before you can process, he’s kissing you. And things gets heated, fast. It doesn’t seem to matter that you both were sitting on the couch from his office, inside the church. He claimed your mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue plunging in to dance with yours in a primal, urgent rhythm. The scent of your arousal mingled with the musky undertones of his cologne, fogging the air with a heady, addictive haze. His hands roamed your body, possessive and demanding, as he pulled you closer, his own arousal throbbing against the confines of his trousers.

“So sweet," he growled against your lips, breaking the kiss only to nip and suck his way down your neck, leaving a trail of heated, open-mouthed kisses. "Such a delicious little sin."

His fingers deftly unfastened the buttons of your blouse, revealing the lacy bra beneath and the creamy swells of your breasts. You gasped, feeling his lips on your skin. Desperate and wanton, hungry.

He kissed and licked a path downward, pausing to toy with the lacy edge of your bra before tugging the delicate fabric aside with his teeth. His hot mouth closed over the swell of your breast, his tongue swirling to coax forth a responsive moan. His lips slid lower, fixating on your nipple. He suckled, the rhythmic pull of his lips and the scrape of his teeth sending jolts of pleasure-pain shooting through your sensitive flesh.

“Mmmm, you taste so divine," he purred, his free hand sliding up your thigh to brush against the damp fabric of your panties. "Every inch of you is made for sin."

You could foresee his intentions even before he started to move. His lips went lower down your chest, over your stomach, to the waistband of your skirt. With practiced ease, he slid his hands down your curves, peeling away the last of your garments with a hunger that bordered on reverence.

Your skirt and panties joined the discarded heap of your blouse and bra on the floor, leaving you bare and vulnerable beneath his intense scrutiny. His eyes raked over you, drinking in every inch of exposed flesh as if committing it to memory. The sight of you, spread out before him, was a feast for his sinful appetites.

“Exquisite," he breathed, his voice thick with desire. "You're a vision of decadence. I'm going to indulge in every moment of our encounter, savoring every morsel of pleasure you offer me."

With that, he sank to his knees before you, his fingers brushing against your inner thighs as he gazed up at you with a wicked promise in his eyes. He leaned in, his breath a hot whisper against your most intimate flesh.

And he went at it, eager to devour. He started off with a long, languid lick with the flat of his tongue, licking from the edge of your slit all the way to the clit. It was utterly sinful, erotic.

He lapped at you, his long, dexterous tongue swirling and delving with a sinful expertise that made you gasp and squirm. The flat of his tongue glided along your slit, gathering your sweet essence before he darted the tip to tease the sensitive bump of your clit. He licked and suckled, alternating between long, languid strokes and fast, frantic jabs of his tongue, each one designed to drive you a little crazier with need.

“You taste so good,," he purred, his words muffled against your pulsing flesh. "I could eat this sweet cunt all day and never tire of it."

Two fingers slipped inside you, stretching and filling you as his tongue continued its relentless assault. He pumped them in and out, matching the rhythm of his tongue's movements as he brought you closer to the edge. His fingers curled, seeking that special spot that would send you plummeting into ecstasy. With each pass, his touch grew firmer, more insistent, as if trying to coax the very essence of your being from your depths. His lips and tongue never ceased their worship of your clit, suckling and flicking against the throbbing nub in a maddening dance of pleasure and desperation.

He could feel you teetering on the brink, your sweet cum flooding his fingers as your hips bucked and writhed in mindless need. His tongue worked frantically against your clit, a dizzying whirl of licks and suckles that left you breathless and begging for more. One last, long lick, and you were sent hurtling over the edge, your orgasm ripping through like a thunderclap.

“Yes," he hummed, his voice a reverent whisper. "Let it happen. Let me feel you cum for me." And as the waves of your climax crashed over you, he remained, drinking in every last drop of your release like a man dying of thirst.

And you thought that would be it, but no. He rearranged you, laying you down as he stripped off his cassock in a hurried tug. The garment joined the pile of your clothes, and he wasted no time unfastening his belt and shucking off his trousers. His massive cock sprang free, the thick, pulsing length already flushed and throbbing with need.

He loomed over you, his thick, throbbing cock jutting out before him like a red-hot brand, burning with the need for release. With a knee, he pushed your legs apart, spreading you in blatant invitation, before positioning himself between your thighs. One hand tipped your chin up, forcing you to meet his burning gaze as he lined himself up with your most intimate entrance.

“Last chance to turn back," he growled, the tip of his cock notched against your aching flesh. "Once I sink into you, there's no going back. You'll be mine, body and soul." He paused, his expression almost wistful. "But I know you won't refuse me. You want this, as much as I do."

With that, he surged forward, burying himself in your warmth with a groan of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

He filled you slowly, deliberately, each inch a decadent slide into heaven as he stretched you impossibly wide around his girth. The sensation was overwhelming, the burn of his intrusion mixing with the sweet, tingling pleasure that only he could evoke. When he finally bottomed out, he paused, savoring the feeling of being completely sheathed within you. He was huge, and you could feel every throbbing inch of him as he pulsed and twitched inside you.

“So perfect," he breathed, his voice low and husky with satisfaction. He took a deep breath, his forehead coming to rest against yours as he fought to regain his composure. "You were made for me. Every curve, every hollow, every inch of your sweet cunt is tailor-made to take my cock."

He began to move, slow and deep at first, withdrawing until only the thick head remained before plunging back in, his strokes growing firmer, more insistent as he lost himself in the mindless pleasure of the joining. — He took you like a man possessed, his pace growing faster, more erratic as he chased his release. The couch creaked in protest beneath both, the sound mingling with the ragged breathing and the obscene squelch of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy. Your back arched, pushing your pert breasts toward his devouring mouth as he feasted on one while still pounding into you. He growled against your skin, the vibrations adding another layer of sensation to the maelstrom of pleasure wracking your body.

Your eyes rolled back, feeling him pounding deep into your cunt as he suckled your tit. Wary, you used a hand to cover your mouth, trying to muffle the sound.

His mouth left your breast with a wet pop, and he sealed his lips over yours in a fierce, dominating kiss. His tongue invaded, claiming yours in a sensual dance that left both breathless. All the while, he continued his relentless pace, his cock pistoning in and out of you with brutal efficiency. He could feel your walls fluttering around him, your sweet cream coating his shaft as you teetered on the brink of another orgasm. With a groan, he broke the kiss, his eyes blazing with a primal intensity as he prepared to unleash his own release.

“Cum for me," he commanded, his voice a raw, desperate snarl. "Take my cock, just like that. Fuck- come for me. Come on my cock.”

The mix of the sensations and the sheer desperation on his voice, how needy it suddenly sounded did it for you. As your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your inner walls clamped down around him like a vice, cum gushing out to coat his cock and balls. The sensation was enough to tip him over the edge, and with a hoarse bellow, he buried himself to the hilt and came, his thick seed pulsing deep inside you as his body shuddered and spasmed.

“Fuck!" he gasped, his hands gripping your hips like an anchor as he rode out the waves of his climax. "Yes... oh, god... yes..." He collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the couch as he struggled to catch his breath.

As you recovered, you started to process. Thinking to yourself. Did you- did you just fuck a priest? Maybe you ARE as troublesome as people claim.

He slowly pulled out of you, his softening cock slipping free with a wet plop. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a tender, lingering kiss, his eyes never leaving yours. "Don't overthink it, my sweet," he murmured against your mouth. "Just enjoy the afterglow."

He leaned on his elbow, his free hand gently brushing the hair from your face as he took in your flushed, sated features.

"We've both crossed lines. Lines we can't simply erase. But perhaps that's for the best. Perhaps this is the key to setting you free." A sly smile played on his lips as he stood, his naked form glistening with sweat in the dim light. "Now, how about we continue this little sin of ours in the bed, hmm?"

And as that idea enticed you… you realized that perhaps you ARE a lost cause.

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Y/N in the back with a dumbass grin on their face

Daryl: We all got our demons.

Daryl, jerking his chin toward Y/N: That one’s mine.

[betrayalandbetrayed]

If anyone knows of a crack fic where Jason and Damian are fighting over who has the highest kill count, and it turns into this large thing with like a betting pool. So Oracle takes over and spends like a week determining exactly how many deaths each person has caused.

I think it went Steph and Duke at the bottom with 0, Cass with 1, Dick with 11, then Jason and Damian, and finally Tim in like the 10,000s.

It was funny as far as I remember

[shady-swan-jones]

Alternative timeline

Elf-lover by mildthemes

Remember Me Like This by shady-swan-jones

Another Tale of Darkness Indeed by Hopeful_Foolx

This Fate Bound Throne by callitagift

Salt of the Sea and Iron Smoke by @poopsiekitten

Reforged in the Making by FormerlyIR (Irony_Rocks)

Bound to His Being by ChapterEight

A Deal with the Devil by Iblametumblrformyproblems

Poison & Wine by @coraleethroughthelookingglass

Human Halband

what makes night within us may leave stars by essaupe

These Hands are Rated E for Everyone by NumquamCedam

The Best Laid Plans by @ichabodjane

The Heat & The Pulsing Rush by AnMorrighan

The Adventures of the Low Man by @ichabodjane and @somebirdortheother

Heal What Could Be Hurt by NumquamCedam

But listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness, like a heartbeat, drives you mad by coraleethroughthelookingglass

Impulse Control by NumquamCedam

I Met the King of the Southlands Once (AND ALMOST DIED) by NumquamCedam

Back Into the Furnace by BetoWrites

I Could Get Used to This by orphan_account

Keeping Watch by @name1name1

Post s1

Know My Name As It's Called Again by @deceivedcomet

A Lord and his Builder by @90shaladriel

Lavage by kimsey

Binding by CartaEscarlate

Beautiful Lies by Ottertale

Queen of Night and Stars by @90shaladriel

King of The Southlands

The White Queen by LadyRosalune

Queen of the Southlands by FormerlyIR (Irony_Rocks)

Unsired by @shady-swan-jones

Shake Like the Bough of a Willow Tree and First Impressions by @myfavouritelunatic

Numenor

consolations of the flesh by framboise

All It Takes To Bind You by @shady-swan-jones

cry of the mourning petrel, tooth of the sea by @rain-sleet-snow

kalopsia by properhaunt

to call dark deeds good by prettybrilliantfunny

banquets have burned for you by @conundrumoftime

Adrift by bartagnans

The Souvenir by @somebirdortheother

A Curious Case of the Cart Trying to Push the Horse by orphan_account

What Happens in Numenor by @youwearfinethingswellwriter

Hands on You by @lisenberry

A Beacon Of Stars by @jhalya

Lady of the Seas by @conundrumoftime

i cannot heave my heart into my mouth by fallofrain

Slice of Paradise by @scriberated

Perfection by @nenyabusiness

All We Are, Flood Damage In The Dark by @klynnvakarian

Season 2

Splashes of colour on shades of grey by @mirroringdust

mitosis by @orcas86

the too plentiful light by @thefudge

More Painful Sacrifices by myfavouritelunatic

Until the Dawn Comes by @scribblecat27

light of the Two Trees by dxrklina

Primal Play by thenagil

destitute of the light he once craved by @mirroringdust

That all encompassing feeling by @naldoreth

and laid her soiled gloves by by @mortaltempless

A Goodbye by @youwearfinethingswellwriter

the labyrinth that binds us by eastwynds

Teeth by pinkishtea

A door, once opened by @maeday1551

I put a spell on you by @sixofwaffles

Darkness Bound by no_more_doubt

Stars & Shadows by @nowforruin

if that is to be the way of things by @hazelmaines

Epic Adventures (50k+)

A tragic age by @stitchingatthecircuitboard

The Trials of Mairon by bynightmylove

That Which Lies Across the Sea by @theriverwild

I could be your king by @cliffdivingsblog

Shadow-Bride by @conundrumoftime

In Case of Defeat, Break Glass by eastwynds

The Venus of Valinor by @thecoziestbean

Instruments of Salvation by @scriberated

The Lesser of Two Evils by @thrillofhope

Across That Fine Line by @myrsinemezzo

Beautiful Creature of Darkness by @pursuitseternal

Rainbow of Chaos by yletylyf

Litost and Beasts of the Hill and Serpents of the Den by @demonscantgothere

Special fics

the nameless by bimmyou

Half Moon by vuas

The Mirror and the Palantír by @oroniel

Dubcon/dead dove

Hérincë by  @mzladybird

those who eat, those who are eaten by thehoneydoll

Until the Dawn Comes by Scriberated 

Trespassers Beware and Lord of the Werewolves by @pursuitseternal

Part 2 - Modern AU, Explicit & Bonus (coming soon)

[ky-landfill]