#fic: and though i burn

[rhearoyces]

if someone asked me at the end i'd tell them put me back in it darling, i would do it again if i could hold you for a minute

yet another incredible commission by the amazing @murmel-malt, this time of my favourite hotd lesbians, alicent hightower and my oc daena royce, stars of my future fic and though i burn

[theicarusconstellation]

chapter seven of my jegulus icarus x apollo au, and though i burn, how could i fall? is here <3

link

snippet: (tw nsft)

“When you watched – when you watched me, you – ngh – James, fuck –” Regulus’ arms finally give in, and he falls back against his mattress with a defeated, high-pitched groan. “How did you – you knew it was there – ?” His hands fly into James’ hair as pressures build within him.

“I knew,” James hums, “because I watched you when you were alone.” He kisses Regulus’ cunt and runs his hand up and down his thigh. “Because I watched you when you touched yourself.”

[licnheartedd]

jegulus fic rec!!

you will be seeing a lot of atib talk on my blog btw. this is officially a fan account

i have talked about atib here before and i will talk about it again because it is just,, so good. if you like greek mythology, or even just the story of icarus and apollo, you will love this fic. i reread it daily and probably will continue to do so for a very long time

[gongyussy]

deepthroating a gun without breaking eye contact...... he put his entire gongyussy into that | SQUID GAME 2

+ the video because the sound he makes when he puts the gun in his mouth? [redacted]

update: he improvised that. the man really said i'll go full slut.

[nimbus-bugs]

“Just know that I lost my daughter once, and I will not lose her again. So if I do, I will go on a warpath the likes of which no man, woman, or huevo has ever seen. Do you understand that?”

Mariana blinks in surprise, then leans back more and takes his hands off of Charlie. He finds, strangely, that he misses the warmth. “Yo entiendo.���

Burn You to Ash - Chapter 3 by @widowofshor

[sequinsandfins]

winter warmers day 15: roleplay | Carlos/Oscar | rated e | 626 words

Oscar is slightly nervous when he knocks on the office door of his Spanish Professor.

“¡Entrar!”

Oscar opens the door and feels his heart rate begin to pick up. Professor Sainz isn’t behind his desk like Oscar expected, instead he’s leaning against the front of it, a heavy book open in his hands. He’s standing right in front of the chair Oscar is expected to sit down in.

“Sorry, er, Lo siento,” Oscar says in a terrible accent.

“Mr Piastri,” Carlos Professor Sainz says and motions for Oscar to sit in the seat right in front of him.

Oscar inhales deeply as he slides into the seat, the Professor is barely half a metre away from him, and Oscar has a direct line of sight to the shape of his dick, outlined by the fabric of his pants.

“Sorry, I uh, I think I might have failed my last test? You sent me a message to come see you about it?”

Oscar tries to keep his thoughts on what he’s supposed to be saying, and not the fact that his mouth is starting to water with the idea of getting Carlos inside.

“Mmm yes, I remember. I’m sorry, I think I may have some bad news.” Carlos shuts the book and straightens up, his dick now closer to Oscar’s face. Oscar tries to maintain eye contact but his hands twitch, wanting to touch.

“I don’t think you’re going to pass my class Mr Piastri.” Carlos is watching him closely and Oscar isn't going to give him the satisfaction of breaking. He instead gasps in shock.

“No, please. I need to pass this class, I’ll do anything, please just tell me what I can do?” Oscar lets his eyes flick down to the now noticeable bulge Carlos is sporting and then back to meet Carlos’ gaze. He smirks.

“Anything?” Carlos takes a step closer to Oscar, he maintains eye contact.

“Anything, sir,” Oscar says, breathy as he leans forward and lets his nose brush against Carlos’ cock.

“Mierda, Oscar…”

“Yes sir?” Oscar’s not going to be the one who offers, he wants Carlos to beg.

“Por favor…”

“You want me to touch you?”

“Your mouth,” Carlos cards one of his hands through Oscar’s hair, ruffling it up.

“And then you’ll change my grade? I’ll pass the class?” Oscar says, mouthing the words against Carlos’ trapped cock.

“Sí, I’ll say you passed an oral exam instead.” Carlos says and Oscar snorts, even as his hands have moved to free Carlos from the tight confines of his pants and underwear.

Oscar doesn’t wait any longer, he’s quick to get Carlos out and sucks the tip of his cock into his mouth.

Carlos groans as he thrusts into Oscar’s mouth slightly. Oscar can feel himself getting hard. Carlos moans as Oscar flicks his tongue around the tip before he swallows as much as he can, lips sealing around the thick cock.

“Fuck, Oscar, I…” Carlos hauls Oscar up and kisses him. Carlos’s hands find their way to Oscar’s own erection and Oscar gasps into his mouth as Carlos squeezes him gently.

“You don’t want my mouth?” Oscar asks between kisses.

“No cariño, I want to fuck you.”

Oscar wants that too but.

“Carlos?” He says pulling back.

“Sí?”

“As much as I love this little, hot for teacher idea, I really want to ride you, in our bed.”

Carlos groans and pulls Oscar in for a kiss, “Sí mi amor,” he’s happy to abandon this little role play, almost, “But why don’t you show me just how desperately you want a passing grade?”

Oscar rolls his eyes but drags Carlos towards their bedroom, he’ll show him.

Carlos ends up rewarding Oscar some extra credit, for the effort he puts in.

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14

After sandwiches, Nancy turns to El. “Could you look for Barb again?”

El sets her mouth and nods. She glances at Steve, who also nods and moves to set up the living room again.

Eddie follows him in and picks up the blindfold. Steve doesn’t try to hide his smirk. “You’ve got questions, I’m guessing?”

Eddie shrugs, leans against the couch. Watches the fabric as he pulls it through his fingers. Right hand, left hand. Right, left. “Mostly thinking I was wrong about you. Even more than I initially thought.”

Steve smiles. “We never got to have this conversation in the future, but I do know what your bandana means.” He stops for a second, watches Eddie’s hands. Right, left. “I’m offering… not an olive branch, per se, but…”

“An invitation?” Right, left.

“Exactly.” He shrugs. “If there’s anything you want to know…” he trails off, lets it hang in the air.

Eddie smiles. “Just one thing.” He holds it up in his left hand. “Who d’you use it on?”

Steve grins and turns away, looking for the remote. “Myself.” His smile falls. “Or- I did. You heard about the Russians, right?”

Eddie steps up beside him. Offers him the blindfold. “Yeah. Makes sense.”

Steve shrugs. “I’d say if I could go back in time, but…” he gestures around with a grin, letting it widen when Eddie chuckles. “Turns out going back in time does nothing for the memories I already have.”

Eddie frowns. “Kinda fucked up, isn’t it? Your body reverted back to its sixteen-year-old self, but your brain is still twenty.”

“I mean, imagine me coming to school one day looking like this, and the next I come in with scars, looking half a decade older. People would talk.”

Eddie hums. “You’re probably right. Still, it can’t be easy, having those mental reminders with none of the physical.”

Steve grins at him. “Did you miss the part where I don’t have concussions?”

Eddie snorts. “Fair enough. Still, I bet the scars looked badass.”

“Very metal,” Steve agrees. “Y’know, if you’d survived? We woulda had matching scars.” He trails a hand down his side. “The bats ripped us both open. Woulda gotten me if you, Robin and Nance hadn’t gotten there when you did. You took on a bat with nothing but an oar from a rowboat.” He turns to look at Eddie. “You told me once, how you’re a coward. How you run.” He shakes his head, looks away. “You didn’t. Not when it mattered. And you won’t this time.”

“Maybe this time we’ll have matching not-scars,” Eddie says, then points at Steve. “And no concussions.”

“And no concussions,” Steve parrots, laughing. “If we have to deal with the Russians again, though? I’m definitely doing something different.”

“We,” Eddie murmurs, shrugging when Steve looks at him. “We’ll do something different. You think any of these kids are gonna leave you alone after this? You think Eleven will leave you alone?”

“I hope not,” Steve answers honestly. “And you? You’re staying?”

Eddie shrugs again. “You said I didn’t run when it mattered. Who’s to say this doesn’t matter just as much? I’m not running.”

Steve smiles softly at him. “You’re a good man, Eddie Munson.”

Eddie levels him with a look. “I sell weed, Steve.”

Steve snorts. “I’m well aware, dude, I’ve bought from you before. If all goes well, I’m planning on buying another.”

Eddie laughs. “Hell, man, if it all goes well, I’ll give it to you, free of charge.”

Steve winks. “I’ll hold you to it,” he says, then leaves Eddie to process while he goes to get El.

Of course wherever El goes, Mike’s not far behind, which means he, Dustin and Lucas follow, and of course Nancy follows, and since everyone else is already in there, Jonathan and Robin follow too, so they all end up crammed in the living room again, with bated breaths and tightly-held hands, as El settles in front of the TV and puts the blindfold on.

Finally, she speaks. “I see her. She is alive.”

Nancy slumps into the couch and lets out a breath.

Then El speaks again. “She does not have very long.”

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[takaraphoenix]

Was pleasantly post-drunk buzzed earlier and decided to take a self-care day of Not Writing today and then accidentally wrote a complete 2.4k fic

So. To every sweet and kind reader who commented on last Friday's fics with notes of concern about me burning myself out with four posting days a week: Don't worry about it!! I appear to be physically unable not to write, I guess!

I am not, like, forcing it to get the writing done for four days, I am adding a fourth fic because I do so much writing nowadays. Literally writing an average of 6k a day right now (so, I guess the 2.4k count as slow but then they ARE countered by Sunday's unreasonable 11k, staying on an average of 6k???).

I'm fine!! I just suck at not writing, I guess??

[yourfavouritefighter]

been m.i.a for a while so have the goobers

[svtskneecaps]

my personal pipe dream is that one monday the egg statistics drop and flippa (and maybe tilin) are just there. at the end. with one heart, and one gray checkmark.

what i imagine is the server flips their shit. alive!!! alive!!! but they log in and they don't see the eggs. instead they get a message. i do not care who it's from or how it's delivered. they're told the eggs are being held captive somewhere, but they're alive. all that's left is to find them, before sunday at midnight pst. bc if their tasks aren't done, they die (one checkmark, one quest set. once rescued they become triple check like the other eggs)

slimeriana come CRASHING back into the server, they don't know jack shit, ESPECIALLY mariana who doesn't recognize 90% of the island anymore but holy fuck, flippa is alive somewhere and they have to find her. and maybe mariana's still in the old server days mindset of raising his kid alone but slime's slowly been indoctrinated into "it takes a village" and honestly the absolute second mariana logs on, someone's gonna be in chat already like HEY MARIANA CAN I TALK TO YOU? be it baghera or cellbit or forever or bad or I DON'T KNOW, COULD GENUINELY BE ANYONE LMAO but like mystery and eggs in danger is chumming the water for this server

which is great bc A) mariana has a concrete goal for logging into the server (finding his daughter) and B) he would be interacting with the rest of the server along the way, because he's not going to be doing this alone (he wouldn't even be allowed lmfao the rest of the server would be at his doorstep asking to help him in like 15 seconds flat) which means C) he might get reasons to log in extending outside flippa and slime. bingooooo

i call this a pipe dream bc i can poke so many holes in this even rn (does cc!mariana want flippa back, like fr? i'm not up to date) but can you IMAGINE. LIKE DAMN. i'm putting this idea into the public domain fr go nuts with it.

[no-to-noto]

This started as a doodle, but I just love him too much not to give him a pretty sunset.

This is Charon based off of the Styx Beach AU by @jacqcrisis !

He is looking at Hermes. Of course.

[rhearoyces]

AND THOUGH I BURN — ALICENT HIGHTOWER X DAENA ROYCE

VERDIGRIS: the bright blue-green patena formed on copper, brass, and bronze by atmospheric oxidation

[theicarusconstellation]

chapter two of my jegulus icarus x apollo au is here <3

snippet:

It is a strange mix, that of blood, tears, vomit, and ocean. A cruel, malicious potion of disease.

[oflights]

wip snip 4.2

thank you for the tag, @elskanellis! your snip is so intriguing 👀

in return, have some more of time travel fic: extremely gooey and tender and basically what the next 10k or so words are going to be (the fic is currently 20k lmao) before things get Bad again. still heartbreaking in its tenderness, though, because baby harry is heartbreaking (a contextual reminder that he is 7 in this snip!!! adult harry is henceforth "potter" from draco's pov).

“This is for me?” Harry asks, doing another turn, clutching at the still unnamed dragon in his hands. “All of this, the bed and—I can—”

“Harry,” Draco says softly, coming closer and dropping to crouch again, ignoring his protesting thighs starting to truly feel all the activity of the day. “Yes, all of this. You can sleep in the bed, you can name your toy—it’s all yours. This is what looking after you means; everything that I can offer is yours now. I promise.”

“Do I have to—” Harry starts, and Draco simply doesn’t want to hear where that’s going.

“No. You don’t have to do a single thing. It’s just yours. Because—because you’re a guest, and a kid, and kids deserve these sorts of things no matter what.”

“Oh,” Harry says, sounding genuinely startled in a way that makes Draco want to punch—someone. Perhaps Vernon or Petunia Dursley, or perhaps Albus Dumbledore. He did not ever imagine he would one day find new and more infuriating reasons to resent Dumbledore this long after his death, but he supposes life is surprising that way.

Harry breaks up his surprised, revelatory stance with another yawn, and this time Draco makes sure his tone brooks no argument when he directs him to the bathroom with the pajamas. To keep busy and shove down the punching urge, he resizes another set of clothes from the wardrobe for the morning, startling himself when he leans too far in and his hand disappears through the back wall.

“Oh, right, I should warn you,” Draco says when Harry returns, changed and padding gingerly towards the bed. “The wardrobe is a portal to the treehouse, so be careful if you go too far into it.”

“You have a treehouse?” Harry asks with a gasp, and Draco smiles at him, striding over and pulling the quilt back for Harry to settle in.

“You have a treehouse. I’ll show you tomorrow, if you’d like.”

He waits as Harry clambers onto the bed and settles against the mound of pillows, smoothing the quilt over him and then making sure the dragon is tucked in, too. “Any ideas on a name?” Draco asks softly, tweaking the dragon’s snout. “Do you want to sleep on it?”

“Can I name him after a—a con—a constellation? Like you?” Harry asks, frowning in concentration.

“Yes, of course you can. Which do you fancy?” Draco sits on the bed near Harry’s feet and leans back on his hands, gazing up at the ceiling as it cycles over them. “There’s Cygnus, the swan I was telling you about—he was my grandfather, you know, and right by Draco, so that’s convenient. There’s Pegasus, too, a type of flying horse, and Cepheus, he was a king in Ancient Greece—well, he chained his daughter up to a rock, so maybe not the best role model, but a cool name nonetheless. Just stop me if anything grabs you, really.”

“What’s that one?” Harry asks, squinting up and pointing; Draco makes a mental note to solve the glasses issue as soon as possible. He looks where Harry’s pointing, southwest of the quadrant he’d been explaining, and spots the most recognizable constellation there is.

“Ah, that’s Orion. The hunter. He was a Giant, you know, and he got pretty boastful, so Gaia—super powerful Earth mum, you did not want to get on her bad side—sent a great big scorpion after him. They fought, so you’ll never see Orion and Scorpius—that constellation all the way over there—in the sky at the same time. But Ophiuchus—he was a Healer, that one over there, see how he’s sort of between Orion and Scorpius? He gave Orion some medicine and saved him from Scorpius.”

Harry’s eyes are drooping closed, but he still murmurs, “Really? Is that all true?”

“Well, sort of. They’re stories, myths; all the stars have stories. There are different versions and they change depending on who you talk to, but I have my favorite versions because they’re the ones my mum told me.”

Draco checks in to see that Harry’s eyes are almost completely closed, and keeps talking hoping they’ll close further; how many times had his mother talked him to sleep?

“If you’re in the sky, it means you’re pretty important, right? So that means lots of stories. I’ll tell you all of them, if you’d like. I think you’ll enjoy this room, and you’ll be happy here. I hope so.”

That’s all verging on a ramble, but he thinks it doesn’t matter because Harry is asleep. So Draco gets up gently, patting Harry’s foot over the quilt, shoots the still unnamed dragon a grin, and starts to leave the room.

He stops only when he hears Harry mumble, “Orion. That’s his name,” and curl around the dragon, breathing going smooth and even, arms clutching it tight against his small frame.

Draco smiles at them both. “Goodnight, Harry and Orion.”

tagging @teledild0nix @phoebe-delia and @thehoneybeet, fully randomly chosen so absolutely no pressure!!

[kaeyapilled]

kavetham different meeting au where theres a sort of fair for people who want to study in the akademiya to get to know each darshan, yknow those college fairs? where they talk to you about universities and courses? like that. and the kshahrewar and the haravatat booths are next to each other and kaveh and alhaitham are responsible for them and despite having just met they bicker with each other all. day. every future akademiya student that passes through one of their booths might as well have passed through both because they will not stop arguing about which darshan is better and which one the people talking to them should go to. its a very amusing experience to all involved except for kaveh and alhaitham themselves. and anyways. nuisances to lovers

[ryuki-draws]

Astrotrain has to hold Grease gently, like a baby, his tiny boyfriend 😤

They’re so cute together

They were doomed from the first time Astrotrain grabbed Grease and held him in his hand like an ice-cream cone.