#fics otw

[revnjo]

I just fucked the prof for a good grade. YALL KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!!!🤪

[frownyalfred]

today’s reminder: the ao3 policy & abuse folks work tirelessly and sometimes reporting does help!

[manfuckthisimout]

This look RAHHHHHH

Your relationship with your boss was an odd one. It was obvious to everyone in the precinct that you and the detective were more than just boss and secretary. But you would never admit that, and August D had a weird way of showing his fondness. It was the same way every workday—come in at 6:30, find the detective already at his desk, make him coffee, start the day. He would fuss and scold you for little things, make excuses to stay at your desk and talk to you.

You two kind of danced around each other, an unspoken possessive from the detective, and you playing coy until he finally fesses up that he likes you.

He storms out of his office while you’re scheduling his next meeting.

“Didn’t I tell you not to mix up these documents?” he says, holding up a manila file folder. He looks quite frustrated, cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth, suit jacket off and sleeves rolled past his forearms.

Yelling at you like this does virtually nothing in his favor—if anything it just makes you rub your thighs together. “I’m sorry sir,” you smooth out, batting your eyelashes up at him. “I thought your desk needed some tidying, and you were out in a case so..�� He gives you a pointed look. “That doesn’t give you a reason to touch anything in my office. If I want you to tidy anything of mine, I’ll ask you to.” You nod, turning your attention back to the computer screen in front of you.

“Did you schedule my meeting with Captain Jung?” He asks, leaning over the front of your desk. You can feel him staring into your forehead, almost trying to make you squirm in your seat. “Of course sir, I just finished. Your meeting is for 4:30 today.” “Good.” He gives you one last long look over before pushing off your desk and walking back into his office.

You look up from your computer, staring at the deep mahogany that separates you and your boss. “Y’know, we have a running bet pool on which of you is gonna confess first.” Your coworker, Su-min slides over to your desk and props her hand under her chin. “What are you talking about? There’s nothing going on between me and him,” you sigh. “Sure. Tell it to the rest of us.” She chides back. “Don’t you have a case to be doing right now? That missing girl right? How long has it been?” “About a week or so. I really hope we can find her alive, but it’s starting to look grim.” She grimaces. “I hope you end up finding her either way—“

“Y/N! My office, now!”

Suddenly his door was cracked, and you could see him walking back to his desk, waiting for you.

You turn to Su-min and grimace. “Duty calls. Tell me about the case after I get done with this.” She grins at you. “Don’t start fooling around in there, keep it PG!” You roll your eyes, standing from your desk and walking into the detective’s office.

“You called for me detective?” You answer sweetly. “Sit. I have something to talk to you about.” You sit in one of the leather chairs in front of his desk, feeling his eyes on you the whole time. He gets up and rounds the front of his desk, leaning against it to look at you better. “We’ve known each other for quite sometime now,” he starts, arms folded and head down. He smirks. “You and I both know that I’ve been dancing around you these past years-“ “Is that what you call it sir?” He pauses. “Excuse me?” “Is that what you call it, this situation I mean. I was very aware of your feelings about me from the day we met sir. The whole precinct knows how you act around me.” “..I’ve been that bad at hiding it then?” “Pretty much.”

He sighs. “I know I haven’t been…vocal..about my feelings for you. I’d like to fix that. Do you want to go to lunch with me sometime?” You smile at his bluntness. He’s always been bad with words like this, saving his poetical vocabulary for high-stress situations with criminals. “What’s so funny?” He asks, brow raised, smile on his face. “You are. You’re so bad with words sir..” You giggle. He leans down, gripping either side of the arms on the chair. He’s so close to you now, noses almost touching. “I am, hm? And that’s funny?” You nod. He chuckles. “I’m looking forward to getting to know you.” “Lunch right? What time?” “Lunch time.” You grimace. “Well, I assumed that much. 12 or 1?” “12:30.” “12:30 it is. I’ll mark it on your personal calendar.”

He lifts himself from his position, rounding his desk again and sitting in his chair. He stares at you longingly. “I’d suggest you get back out there. Wouldn’t want to keep the office waiting on who won that bet.” You chuckle. “Yes sir.”

Second fic rawr

This came to me in a feverish daydream

Also because of boredom

Hope you like!!

[nininikki]

two men looking at me like this when

[lemoniiiiiii]

luke cooper, cooper day, max cooperman????

[strawberrycowtime]

stg ive read like 10 terumob fics in the last two days. they make me ill

[nobigsecrets]

Feedback Fest 2024: H50 Fic Recs

for International Fanworks Day, February 15 (for more info see this post by @transformativeworks)

I haven't posted a rec list in a long while and I'm taking this opportunity: in alphabetical order here are ten of my favorite H50 fics (by far not all of them though):

1. Agitated States of Amazement by @emphasisonthehomo Rating: T, Words: 5,823 He meets Stef when he’s like 18, on a sub-reddit that doesn’t exist anymore. She’s kind of a huge fucking cunt. Danny’s kind of in love with her. OR: Sometimes the people you meet on the internet stick with you.

2. Anchored by lavvyan Rating: E, Words: 883 One of the things Steve takes pride in is that he knows and understands Danny better than anyone. Better than his parents, certainly better than Rachel, and probably even better than the brother whose name shall not be spoken. Pure, plotless smut.

3. the art of leaving and saying goodbye by verasteine Rating: E, Words: 115,812 2007 is the year Danny learns that choice can be the worst kind of heartbreak. AU.

4. The Bareknuckle Poet by pleasebekidding Rating: E, Words: 66,793 After a serious accident left Steve temporarily wheelchair-bound, working towards his recovery, he enrolled at Rutgers for a year. He met Danny Williams in his criminology course, wearing pride pins and chipped black nail polish, so sure of himself that Steve found it breathtaking. What happened next redefined Steve's sense of self, his ambitions, and many of his priorities.

5. Guided Missile by McParrot Rating: E, Words: 11,772 Steve is primed and targeted and he’s not stopping until he’s hit that target or crashed and burned.

6. Grand Theft Octo by Cattraine Rating: n/a, Words: 8,741 Danny is no cephalopod expert, but he’s pretty sure regular octopi don’t hang around the docks getting drunk from stolen beer.

7. I Know You're a Mistake I Won't Regret by LunaCanisLupus_22 Rating: E, Words: 40,958 “I don’t know how your omega at home lives with you,” Danny says, half serious, half mocking. It’s a throw away comment. Not meant for further thought but Steve stiffens considerably, hackles rising with the urge to attack and defend. Mostly because there is no omega waiting for him at home. And there’s no alpha Lieutenant Commander, Steve McGarrett, either.

8. Signals by Destina Rating: E, Words: 1,674 Steve knows how to read the signals.

9. Still The Rain by @thekristen999 Rating: M, Words: 21,720 Danny turned around until he faced Steve McGarrett, Danger Magnet. "Mountain cliffs; dinghies in the middle of the ocean; nightmare camping trips. You had to add a rainforest adventure during a monsoon to the list, didn't you?"

10. Up In The Air by JoJo Rating: G, Words: 1,261 Eight hours in a supply plane to think about how nothing was solved.

[ambeauty]

I just think it’s really neat when Dick and Kory…

[acciomjolnir]

PSA, because people are confidently being wrong about this in places where they hold undue influence:

You do not own the copyright to fanfiction, because you are playing in someone else’s universe.

You DO have intellectual property rights. The plot, dialogue, prose, all of that is YOURS, and you CAN defend against bad actors. This is why we are able to avail ourselves of OTW lawyers to help us take down illegal binders. To get our stories off sites like Auvexa. To request our fanfics not be listed on Goodreads alongside published works.

Do NOT let anybody tell you that you don’t have any rights or ownership of your own hard work. That is an insidious falsehood and no one who cares about a fandom community should be spreading those kinds of lies.

Please educate yourselves from people who know what they’re talking about in this matter. Here’s the OTW:

[transformativeworks]

Have you been waiting for the

FANEXPO CHICAGO COLLECTION!??

HERE IT IS!

~ Mod Remi

[lowkeyren]

hi lovelies, halloween fic out soon (in like 4ish hours) no spoilers but it's a character i haven't written for in a while :3

will link here!

[gentil-minou]

so if I put Free Palestine in the title of my fic will OTW censor that too?

Where do they draw the line? Or does the line only exist when it comes to BIPOC?

[jangmo-othewarrior]

hello i may of dropped off the face of the earth but i have news

this is my child.

that is all.

[remersgf]

please

doug remer x fem!reader

1.5k words

cw: smut, dom(f)/sub(m) dynamics, bondage, edging, overstimulation😊

enjoy!

“pleasepleaseplease.. please, fuck!”

you had been edging remer for the past hour. it was his idea, and you didn’t think you’d be that into it. you were wrong. he persuaded you with a, ‘let’s try this out, we might hate it, but what if we love it?’, even though not much persuading was needed. you were willing to try everything at least once, and you’d be lying if you said you never thought about teasing remer until he was totally and completely submitted to you. with his hands bonded by a pair of pink, fuzzy handcuffs above his head, you were sure it couldn’t get better than this.

“what do you want? use your words, baby. i won’t have any idea what you’re talking about if you don’t use your words.” you said softly, teasingly.

you kneeled next to his laying body, tracing your finger up his bare abdomen with a malicious grin. you took note of how hard and flushed he was against his stomach, even with a lack of stimulation, and how his pink tip leaked onto the patch of pubic hair that rested just under his belly button.

“please, baby, just want you to touch me, just for a little. you know i’m good, i’m such a, fuck, such a slut f’you…” he whimpered as he desperately bucked his hips into nothing.

“i know, honey. i can see that.” you laughed, poking his cock before pinching him in the side lightly.

“y/n…” he begged in defeat, curly locks meeting the pillow and fanning out under him as he threw his head back.

“okay, doug, i’ll touch you for a little bit.” you feigned a contemplative look, pretending to weigh your options to add some suspense. humming as you bring your thumb to his slit, you smile at the look on his face when he feels you.

“thank you, thank you, th- fuckkk…”

you watched him squirm next to you, looking him over and observing his reactions as you start to lazily drag your hand over his length. his face was contorted in a grimace, almost as if the pleasure was so strong it hurt; like he couldn’t handle it. despite his big-baller, confident demeanor, it was incredibly easy to make him jelly in your hands.

“does it feel good?”

“mhmm-yes, jesus..”

he was pathetically desperate, rutting against your palm to meet your strokes, and you couldn’t help but swoon at his display of submissiveness. you were on a power high; the number of times you slowly brought him to the peak but took it away at the last second did something to your ego. his brow furrowed, tiny drops of sweat beading above them and on his forehead. you knew well he was getting close again.

the sounds filling the room as you worked over him were nearly pornographic: wet squelches of your hand pumping him, his whiny moans, and your gentle coos of praise guiding him to euphoria. the metal of the handcuffs began to clink together; he was fighting the urge to reach out and touch you, or at least to grab onto something. you giggled under your breath at the scene. even though it was his idea, you found it funny how you managed to get doug remer, baseketball star, to melt under you like this.

“wanna cum… please, y/n…” he whimpered, stuttering his words and rutting against your hand with a bit more purpose now.

you squeeze the base of his dick, gripping it a little too hard to produce a whimper from him, “you want it bad, baby? i’m gonna need some convincing…” you tease menacingly.

“please, please- s-hit! y/n, honey, i’ll do whatever you want, i’ll worship the fucking ground you walk on, anything, just please let me cum!” he ends with a loud whine.

“let me cum, ahh!” you mimic, “i don’t think you’ve earned it yet, doug.”

you pull your hand from him, leaving him to cry out in frustration and writhe violently against the bedspread. you laugh louder this time, and you swear you can see the apples of his cheeks turn bright red in spite of the dark lighting. he really is enjoying himself.

“wanna count down for me?” you soothe, petting his hair affectionately.

“10..” he starts, whining like a brat who didn’t get the toy they wanted.

“good boy, remer. you’re doing so good, keep going.”

you trail your finger absentmindedly across his tummy, watching his muscles twitch every time you pass over a sensitive spot. when he eventually reaches ‘1’, with struggle, you make your way back to his aching cock. tracing the tip of your finger over his hip, to his thick bush of pubic hair, to his balls, and all the way back up to his furiously red tip. you wrap your fingers around him gently, almost scared you’d startle him.

“thankyou.!” doug spits out with a guttural moan, his head leaning back impossibly far into the pillows.

“there’s my sweetheart,” you giggle, “you look fucked.”

“y/n… gonna- gonna cum if you don’t stop. i’m so fucking close, i’m right there, baby.” he moans, pants synchronizing with the pace of your fist.

he wasn’t lying, he was so hard that it felt like his dick was about to burst in your hand. you look over him once more, trying to soak in the moment as much as possible before it ended. how his chest hued a soft pink, how his curls thrashed against the pillows, how his whiny moans went straight to your crotch. something for you to remember him by when you spend your nights without him, craving him.

given you could physically feel your wetness oozing down onto your thighs, you took pity on him and started rubbing his cock harder and faster with each stroke.

“thas’ it… c’mon,” you smile lovingly down at him.

what really does it for him is catching a glimpse of your face; your lips tucked between your teeth in concentration, looking more desperate for his orgasm than him. his long-awaited release finally catches up to him, exorcising a throaty, loud, moan from deep within.

white, gooey droplets spurt from his twitching tip and spill into your hand. you watch him cum, and you think he must be unreal. jaw agape with rosy cheeks decorating his fucked-out face, his body shaking under your touch; he’s so fucking pretty. pearl-colored honey drips over your fingers and down your wrist with a delicious tickle, and you have to hold back a moan at the feeling.

he looks absolutely gone, stuck in a haze of bliss and ecstasy. you worked him through his orgasm, slowing the pace of your hand down ever so slightly when you watch a shudder wash over him. when his back starts to arch slightly, you know you have him right where you want him.

“ah- ah! too much, too much, babe… please…” doug whimpered, squirming away from your touch and squeezing his eyes shut.

“if you wanted to cum so bad, you’ll do it again.” obviously, if he really wanted you to stop, you would. but you knew neither of you wanted that.

reverberant squelches filled your ears, his cum lubricating and making it easier for you to work over him. it sounded obscene; everything was just so wet and obnoxiously loud, which made butterflies twirl and flit in your stomach.

although slightly painful, your hand felt like the best thing in the entire world to him. soft, wet, creamy; against his better judgment, he started to thrust into your palm. it was all very confusing: if it hurt so bad, how the hell did it feel so incredible at the same time?

surprising himself, he muttered out, ‘’m gonna cum,” weakly.

after a few gasps, and bucks of his hips, he spilled into your hand for a second time this evening. it dripped from his tip and leaked down to collect at the base of his cock. a meek, drawn-out whimper left him as he came, chained hands balling into fists. his face contorted in pleasure, and your clit throbbed as you watched him. you mercifully pulled your hand off him and licked his cum from your fingers, even if he wasn’t watching. his cum was your favorite thing to have in your mouth, besides pasta with vodka sauce. but that doesn’t matter.

you lay down next to him, draping a leg over his as you bring your hand up to twirl his curls in between your fingers.

“hi,” you giggle when he finally opens his eyes and meets your gaze.

“oh my god.” he sighed, throwing his head back down on the pillows with a lazy grin.

“was it good?” you ask, all smiley. love has made you a total sap, but you can’t say you hate it.

“could you tell?” he giggles, droopy eyes adorning his face.

you kiss him gently, caressing a palm over his cheek. when you pull away, you remember the cuffs.

“want me to help you out there, bud?” you laugh, nodding to his big, masculine hands in the pink furry handcuffs.

“no, i kinda like ‘em like this. come up here, come sit on my face, baby.” he says lowly, adjusting his head so it’s flat on the pillow.

“fuck…” you whisper.

you knew you were in for a long night.

[meadowziplines]

#IFD2024 Feedback Fest: 10 Dreamling Fic Recs

10 Dreamling Fic Recs // 10 Gen Sandman Fic Recs // 10 Femslash Sandman Fic Recs // 10 Fic Recs For Other Fandoms

I have not provided additional cw's beyond what is in the summary; please check work tags before reading.

I didn't tend to include authors whose works are already quite popular. Also, it was hard picking these and I love many more fics! And feel free to tag in authors whose Tumblr handles I don't know.

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[T] Now I Lay Me by Cheshyr/@five-and-dimes (10.5k): Dream is the Dreaming and the Dreaming is Him. So he tries to take one of those out of the equation. (A magical suicide attempt and how Dream's loved ones save him.)

[T] Tread of an Echo by LivingProof (14.1k): Hob Gadling does not free Dream of the Endless from his prison in the Burgess estate. There is no grand rescue. No barging in, guns blazing, no daring adventure, no dashing escape. There is only this, after. Pints in the New Inn and coffee and conversation in Hob’s office and the slow, slow building of a bridge, brick by brick. Hob does not free Dream from his prison. But he might help save Dream, all the same.

[T] Echo of a Myth by LivingProof (64.1k): Dream seeks to neutralize what is left of the Order of Ancient Mysteries. It should be a simple matter. But while the Endless may be many things, they are as prone to repeating old mistakes as anyone. Or: Dream misses another appointment. This time, Hob is determined to find out why.

[T] to make a heaven of hell by katheneverwrites (mandolinearts)/@mandolinearts (5.7k): "Where did you get this?" Hob’s exclamation is almost, almost incredulous. He can see Dream’s handwriting on the paper sticking out. It’s in pencil because Dream preferred saving ink. He would also chew the end of the pencil when he was deeply focused. Hob would never dare mention this to him.

"Found it in the fireplace," the man says as if stating the obvious. The lenses of his sunglasses glint. The sky is still clouded over. "You should know - manuscripts don't burn," he shoots Hob a smirk and hands him the folder.

An urban fantasy AU heavily inspired by the novel Master and Margarita by Michail Bulgakov.

[T] watch the world from the sidelines by hondayotas (11.1k): dream has always been on the periphery of life, never wanting to get his hands messy, but hob gadling is pulling him in more than he'd like to admit.

[T] it is not a language we know (yet) by Chrome (1.2k): “Alright,” Hob said. “So. Decide what sin you’re letting go of, and—let it go. That’s it, huh? It feels too easy.” He broke off a large piece and held it over the edge of the bridge, waiting.

“It isn’t,” Dream said softly.

Notes: Obligatory Rosh Hashanah fic! Shana tovah, friends.

[T] Galaxies on the Floor by aliaoftwoworlds (55.9k): Hob hadn’t planned to confess his immortality to anyone, but it had seemed the right thing to do at the time, and he turned out to be very grateful for it one day as he and his most knowledgeable student knelt on the floor of a classroom beside the smoldering body of a demon, trying to hold down a writhing, shapeshifting creature that usually masqueraded as Hob’s man-shaped lover.

[M] If I Am Nothing, If I Am Trying by Lost_Elf/@lostelfwriting (6.5k): The Endless family has some skeletons in their closets, and they tend to get between Morpheus and Hob.

(this was a gift for me and wahhh <3)

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[E] By the Dead of Morning by Essie (39.7k): When Despair is killed by the Kindly Ones for spilling family blood, she departs to the sunless lands, never to return. Thus, Hob Gadling, a lowly mercenary living in London in 1389, becomes Hope of the Endless.

Over six hundred years later, Death takes him out for a drink, Desire in tow, to the Tavern of the White Horse, where he meets Morpheus, a down on his luck mortal crying into his sangria after a recent break-up. Desire believes that Morpheus’s death wish is genuine and that he will be dead within a year, but Hope is certain the man has too much to live for. Death offers a solution, she will not take Morpheus until he asks for her gift, but as soon as he does, she will grant it.

Hob approaches Morpheus with every intention of winning a bet, but Hob is the youngest Endless by far and doesn’t know the family’s full complicated history. Or their connection to Morpheus.

A reverse-verse, canon divergent AU.

[E] it's warm, the skin i'm living in by hardly_an_escape (2.4k): Hob realizes Dream is being a little… extra creative when it comes to their love life. When he asks his boyfriend what’s going on, some of Dream’s deep-seated fears are revealed. One part fun shapeshifting sex, one part Dream being incredibly insecure, one part immortals being disgustingly in love with each other.

[bang-bang-gang]

you know what would be cool? a fanfiction archive like AO3 but for professional wrestling. the AO3 source code is public so in theory, anyone with the know-how could create one. general fandom archives squidgeworld (extra) and superlove both have guides on how to set it up. fandom specific archives like comic fanfic archive and ad astra star strek fanfic archive already exist: it would be so awesome to have one like that for wrestling fic.