#snarky's fic

[snarky-wallflower]

me: I could write some fic around the new characters and relationships we've got so far! After all, Sam's clearly got some history with the Magnus Institute, and Alice is amazing and I love her--

also me: screw you, the angles cut them when they try to think.

[snarky-wallflower]

so. op. i don't know if this'll become a full thing....but here's a snippet of how this destroyed me.

Curt falls to his knees, as Owen’s head sways off and on the staircase. His body hits the floor with a heavy thud, and Owen’s head is still moving with that reverberation. His eyes are open and glassy, wide with surprise. Surprise that will stay frozen on the man he loves’ face until he starts to rot.

He….he really hadn’t been expecting Curt to do it, had he?

Real men don’t cry, a mantra he’s heard since he was too young to remember. Real men are stoic in the face of grief, and soldier on.

But Curt?

Curt wails. He cries like he’s seven again and scraped his knee for the first time, like he’s fourteen and realising how the rest of his life will be wrong because of how his heart thuds when he sees Bobby Dorin throw a football, like he’s twenty-nine and just watched the love of his life die, like he’s thirty-four and just pulled the trigger, oh god, oh fuck, what has he done? He—no, no, no OWEN—

But Owen can’t respond. Owen can’t do anything. Not ever again, and it’s more Curt’s fault than it ever was before.

Curt feels like he’s drowning, sinking, dying as he wails and wails and sobs.

He’s gone he’s gone he’s gonegonegone, his brain shrieks, as Owen’s lolling body finally falls still.

i am willing to bet one hundred million thousand dollars that after curt shot owen, he stared at the body for a long fucking time. he dropped his gun and fell to his knees and just stared at the body of the man he loves more than anyone else, the man who's first death stopped curt's entire world. who curt's regretted killing for four, long years. i bet he started sobbing, after it truly hit, after he noticed some of owen's blood and brain matter had splattered onto his pristine blue shirt. he probably fucking wailed, kneeled over owen's cooling body like a fanatic at a destroyed gods altar, shaking him, desperate to wake him up, desperate to take it back. maybe he thought about shooting himself, right then and there. maybe he pressed the cool barrel of the gun he used to kill owen against his forehead and wonder if he should pull the trigger. in the end, he would be too much of a coward. instead, he would soak owen's shirt with tears, run his fingers through his hair, and just beg him to wake up. beg owen to come back to him. and when the effort would prove futile, eventually he would lie down beside him and stare into his glassy eyes, too drained to keep crying, to drained to do anything at all, but still unable to look away from the horror of it.

in the dim morning light, he would scoop the body up in his arms and quietly take him outside. dig a shallow grave with his bare hands until they were bleeding, and gently place owen face up in the ground. kiss him on his cool forehead and whisper a fervent prayer for him to forgive him, someday. wish that they both belonged to another world where they could've been together. and then he would shove the dirt over owen's pale flesh, watch his face disappear under the earth, and curl up on top of the grave to sleep.

[chemhorse]

POV: Your the unfortunate criminal underling who has to interrogate these assholes.

[gojosbf]

gojo is such a power bottom. it is truly sad people don't see the vision

[ultravioletbrit]

“murder” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 312 words

“I want a crow.” Regulus announces as he passes the last of a joint back to James.

Regulus and James were bored. It’s a Sunday night, they don’t have any classes tomorrow, all their friends are busy, and James had a joint left over from the party last weekend.

One thing led to another and now Regulus is lying on his back on the floor with his hands in the air. He interlocks his thumbs and is flapping his hands like a bird.

“You want a what?” James giggles from where he’s lying on the couch.

“A crow.” Regulus repeats. “You know… like the bird.” He flaps his hands in James’ direction for emphasis.

“Why do you want a crow?”

“Because they’re really smart and if you’re going to get a bird, you should definitely get a crow.” Regulus tells him.

“Who said I wanted to get a bird?” James asks.

“I did! Right now. Aren’t you listening?” Regulus drops his hands and rolls on his side to look at James.

“Sorry, love. I thought you wanted a crow.” James smiles at him.

“We should both get crows. We should get a whole murder of crows!” Regulus says excitedly as he crawls towards the couch.

“You want to murder the crows?” James asks with wide eyes.

“No, silly, that’s what a group of crows is called.” Regulus giggles and climbs up on the couch to snuggle in beside James. “We should get a whole group of crows, and we can feed them, and they’ll bring us little gifts.” Regulus yawns and cuddles even closer to James.

“Will they, now?” James says sweetly and wraps his arms around Regulus.

“Yup. That’s what they do.” Regulus says but his words are slurred with sleep and his breathing evens out almost immediately.

James squeezes Regulus one more time before he also falls asleep and has a very weird dream about crows.

[archivewriter1ont]

art by Blairaptor!

[muffinlance]

Hey fic rec time! I didn't do these often so you KNOW it's good

If you like Star Wars and Mandos and falling in love with character dynamics you'll never be able to find again because OP just smooshed together things that never existed before

May I introduce you to:

Mando'jekai jedi by Anonymous

Yes Anonymous come out here OP so I can put you in a little jar and provide you optimal writing enrichment and maybe shake you a little to see how you work

Author Summary:

Feemor saves a random Mandalorian and earns himself the position of Jedi watchman for the sector. Now if only the mandos would stop hunting him so that he can investigate this terrorist cell in peace.

Jaster really wants to talk to the jedi who slapped the darksaber into his hands before running off. Now if only the haat'ade could track him down.

My Summary:

Feemor Gives Mandalorians a Life-Changing Field Trip (No They Cannot Exit This Ride): The Fic

The writing is so smooth the humor is HIGH-LARIOUS the angst is wrapped up in the humor which is wrapped up in outsider POV

It's like you went to Fic Restaurant and the waiter slapped the menu out of your hand and said "I've got the good shit" and you were too terrified to protest that actually you were just here for a little hurt/comfort fix-it fic but when they came back

Oh damn

Oh that is the good shit

Anyway click this it's the good shit

[kmesons]

while the concept of samuel existing in maia's room as some sort of afterlife has been wonderfully and sincerely portrayed in some recent fanworks, it's also very funny to me because I imagine the first few moments of samuel being in the room going something like

[mrsackermannx]

— TEASE | GOJO SATORU

MDNI | it feels like all your boyfriend does is work these days. | kinda mean gojo, degradation, praise kink, choking, pussy-slapping, rougher sex, thigh-fucking, mirror sex, established relationship. | 2k |

Gojo Satoru was nothing short of a manhandler. A passionate manhandler at that—but one nonetheless. It was like he didn’t know his own strength at times with you. Especially when he hadn’t seen you all day and had been craving you since breakfast. 

He’d slammed you onto the kitchen counter just this morning, working his way between your legs with hungry kisses. Your hands slipped into his hair on instinct, bracing yourself for his sweet tongue when he’d gotten a call from Nanami. 

He’d been stewing all day. What happened to only calling before nine if someone’s life was on the line. 

You yelped as Gojo appeared behind you, choking on your toothpaste and glaring at him as you coughed into the sink. With a big grin on his lips he tugged his blindfold half down at the sight.

It was always different when he removed it, when you could follow exactly where his eyes were. In one smooth movement he crossed the space between you, his body heat practically engulfing you. He rubbed at your back, slowly dipping his hand lower as his lips brushed your ear, “I’m home,” he whispered, that teasing lilt to his voice.

You shoved him and hissed, “I wish you’d stop doing that!” before you spat out your mouthwash.

He frowned at you in your reflections, “Well, if you don’t want to see me that badly I’ll just leave.” 

You groaned. “Sator—“ though you were completely cut off by the way his chest was now pressed against your back and how his hands were caging you in so that the marble counter dug into your abdomen. 

“But I know you don’t want that,” he whispered lowly. And then he tugged his blindfold completely off, stuffing it into his pocket. His eyes glowed as they feasted on you without shame. The bathroom was dark, lit only by a few aromatherapy candles from Nanami last Christmas. Casting a golden hue over you both in the mirror before you. Perfect, he thought.

He smoothed his hands down the bare planes of your shoulder blades, plucking the thin straps of your nightdress. He chuckled, meanly, “No comeback? Cat got your tongue?”

You shook your head and he grinned, pressing a kiss to your nape as he started pawing at your hips. Your eyes fell shut, leaning back against him and into his touch. A little hum of approval tickled your ear as he kissed along your jaw, hitching up your nightdress to grab at your ass. “Where’s that mouth now? Or do I have to put it to use, baby? Go on, you were mad right? Keep talking, tell me why.”

“I wasn’t it’s just, I could have been doing anything—“ Your voice shook as he ripped your nightdress open, watching it balloon pathetically into the sink. Glee brought those perfect features of his to life as he eyed you in the mirror. As if he’d just helped you out of your nightdress in a completely normal manner. 

“Anything, like…?” Then he squeezed your ass so hard you had to smother your moan into your palm. “Like what?” he muttered into your hair, “Why don’t you show me what I missed?”

His hand wandered between your thighs, cupping your dripping sex. He groaned at the wet heat of it.“Please, Satoru. Was just gonna go to bed,” you whined, grinding down onto his large fingers.

He withdrew his hand, nibbling on your ear. “No, I think you were gonna have a little fun without me, baby. So now, no fun for you.”

You swallowed at his short tone and huffed at the denial, but you couldn’t deny that it turned you on when he was a little mean like this. But he didn’t leave you for long, though the mere seconds felt like minutes.

His hands caressed your curves until they rested on your breasts, thumbs working your nipples until a breathy groan from you both sang through the acoustics of the bathroom. “Did ya hear me, baby?”

You nodded, moaning when he forcibly shifted your thighs apart. He clicked his tongue, cerulean eyes catching every needy knit of your brow, “That’s not an answer.”

He slapped your clit, again and again—feeling your slick ooze onto his palm with each one. “All these sounds. So you can still use your voice, interesting—I mean,” he chuckled mirthlessly, showing you the slick shining against his palm. 

“Look at this, angel, you really need me this much?”

You turned your face away but he brought it right back to his own, pressing a kiss to your temple before speaking against it. Your eyes locked in the mirror. “Why are you hiding? Why are you embarrassed when you have such an erotic body,” he whispered, voice sultry. “Go on. Look at it.”

“Satoru!” He turned your face to the mirror, drawing his hands up and down your centre, stopping between the valley of your breasts. Then he cupped them whilst he dragged his lips across the curve of your neck and shoulder, flicking your nipples ever so often. “Please.”

He rutted his clothed erection against you at your breathy plea, aching with need. “No matter how many times I see it…I still want to lick every part so I never forget how sweet you taste. That’s how fucking erotic it is.”

“Please, just, don’t tease me,” you rasped, gasping when he turned your jaw to finally kiss you. He smirked against your lips before sliding his tongue against yours in response to your whimper.

Swept away he found himself arching you roughly over the sink top, grinding his arousal against your ass. “It’s okay, angel. You’re okay. Gonna fuck you so good, gonna give you what you want,” he cooed as you whined.

“Y’know I wanna cum all over what’s mine too. You know how much you drive me fucking crazy, don’t you, baby?” 

“Satoru, please. Put it in. Need you so bad.”

“Yeah?” He panted, tugging away the clothing on his upper body, and leaving his godly physique for your viewing pleasure. The candlelight illuminated every sweet, carved crevice of his muscle. 

Then his pants were being shoved down, barely under his hip bones before he was sliding his cock between your thighs. “Beg for it,” he urged breathily, before he broke into nothing but moans into your ear. Grunting and fucking your thighs like a madman just to relish the sensations. Your slick coated his frustrated shaft and then the tip of his cock with every slide against your pussy—it was addictive, even. 

���Toru’, baby, please!” He gripped your nape and then held your entire jaw in the other, bringing you both closer to the mirror.

“Want you to look at yourself and tell me you didn’t ask to be fucked the second I got home?” he gestured to the ripped silk of your nightdress. “Want you to be honest,” he moaned.

“No, I, I was just…” His cock was hard and relentless between your thighs, pushing them together just to fuck them harder. 

“Got hard the second I saw your ass peeking out under that dress, admit it—you’re a fucking tease, aren’t you baby?”

“Please-“

“It’s Sa-to-ru, or nothing, or you’re getting even less than this,” he slapped your clit over and over until you moaned his name.

“Say it, tell me you wanted to tease me.”

“But I didn’t-“

Before you could even process it your front was being slammed onto the counter, you turned your face to eye the beautiful but impatient man behind you. He was flushed up to his ears. 

He spread your legs wide and filled you impossibly, bottoming out all at once. The grip on your waist was bruising and inescapable. His pace was so ruthless all at once you could hardly keep up. 

“Satoru, Satoru, feels so good,” you moaned, drool pooling down the corners of your lips. “Too good!”

“Of course it does, you were made to get fucked just like this— that’s why, don’t know why you think you’re worth anything else, huh? When you’re so perfect for me just—like—this,” he growled.

“Satoru. M’ all yours!” You were so breathless it was a miracle you were still capable of words. But you loved it, you loved when he degraded you like this. So much so you suddenly thrusted back onto his cock, impatient and chasing your release.

“Fucking desperate little thing, am I not fast enough for ya? Little praise get you that excited?”

He lifted you so you could face how undone you’d become in the mirror. “To think you were gonna fuck yourself without me, like you can do what I can to your body.”

“I can't!”

“I know, this pussy was begging me to fill it as soon as I gave it a shred of attention,” he purred, stopping to kiss at your face until you grinned against him, pliant and struggling for breath.

“But don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”

He pulled out and threw you over his shoulder. And then before you’d even blinked he was throwing you down onto your shared bed and sliding back in. He tossed both your hands above your head and cuffed them together with one of his own, lips brushing yours. “You and that slutty little nightdress, huh?”

“I was teasing you, wanted you to come home to me in the nightdress cause…” You wrapped your body tighter around his and his heart throbbed in his chest.

“Go on, tell me baby, tell me so I can be nice to you,” he cooed, voice sweeter than honey as his cock bullied that spot inside of you again. “You can come all over my face as soon as you tell me, baby, all night—promise.” 

His eyes widened as tears ran down your face, “'Cause’ you’ve been on so many missions, I’ve hardly seen you, miss you.”

“Why you crying baby?” he wiped away your tears, kissing your wet cheeks as he slowed down his pace. “Hm? Cause you miss me or cause my dick feels too good?”

“Both,” you moaned, laughing shakily into his neck.

“Yeah? Well, I miss you too, guess I'll have to remind you of just how much I love you, huh? In the way we do best, yeah?” 

His lips were sweet on yours as he brought your legs up with careful hands, until your ankles were kissing either side of his neck, hand on your throat as he started to pound in and out.

”I go crazy when I don’t see you baby, when I can’t taste my angel, and have your pussy fucking squeezing me like this.“ He groaned against the the corner of your mouth. “Feeling like heaven. Heaven made just for me.”

“Satoru, I love you so much.”

“Fucking love you so much more.”

He had your hair in handfuls, his mouth seeking full monopoly of your own, his thrusts slowed down to softness, but they were still passionate, still dizzyingly deep but laced with love. 

His kissing grew sloppier, moaning into your lips as you felt him growing closer and closer, his voice strained and shaky. “M’ gonna fill you to your limit, won’t forget anything then—won’t forget that you’re all mine.”

“Satoru!” You felt his cum fill you up and then some, the lewd wet sounds making your cheeks burn. Yet you moaned in tandem, kissing all over his jaw as he continued fucking you just as hard, his broken whimpers sweet melodies to your ears. “More, more, need more,” You chanted, completely lost in him. “Need it.”

He cupped your cheek, lips pressed to your forehead as he started rubbing on your clit, “You wouldn’t be mine if you didn’t.”

Your eyes lulled shut and you finally rejoiced in the sounds of your voices filling the room together. The past few weeks it had been much too silent, but now the walls could hardly contain your whimpers or Satoru’s low moans. “Don’t forget, that I love you, baby—ever,” he panted into your lips, hand squeezing yours as you came apart around him. “So, so much.”

©mrsackermannx: do not repost, plagiarise, translate or modify my works.

[loneluneh]

Lighting "practice" feat. My "villain" Chris design LMAOO

Maybe one day I'll update my fic hmm

[raviola-triggers]

He stayed in the shrine with Miko after the second betrayal

[snarky-wallflower]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63510445

“From mariajoanne@gmail.com, to camphappytrails@gmail, RE: Difficulties With Camp Counselors. June 3rd, 2021.”

Alice's headphones clatter to the floor, making a slight thump on the ground, her hands falling open.

She inhales sharply, as shock races up her spine. Horror follows quickly after, a sludgy mix crawling its way up from her stomach and right into her throat.

The voice is dry, gruff, and matter-of-fact. It weaves its way across the room and into her ears, burrowing into her brain. It’s unmistakable—Alice would be able to recognize it even if she hadn’t been constantly thinking of its source. She’s heard it over drinks at “divorce parties”, moping about in the corner, under the desk as it grumbles about Lena not knowing anything about how proper maintenance worked, from through the phone as panic crackled through it on a night she wishes she could forget.

It’s Colin.

OR

Okay so at least some other people have to agree with me that Colin’s got a high chance of being a voice in the system now, right?

[marlsswrites]

Summer camp AU, part 9!!

July 9th <3

Resume - @jegulus-microfic - words: 511

First part Previous part

Regulus stared blankly at the book on his lap, brushing his fingers over the hem of his sleeve, deep in thought.

He read over the words, and all he could think was, this character reminds him so much of James.

He was bubbly, happy, cute, had a golden retriever personality and was a literal ball of sunshine. The thought made him lift his head up, finding James talking to June, the young person he’d helped out the other day.

After a few moments, James looked up, locking eyes with him and instantly smiling, Regulus nodded in return.

Honestly, he thought that was it, but James now decided to walk over to him, so he clumsily picked up his book and casually tried to act like he hadn’t been staring too much. That probably didn’t seem very convincing, but a man can try.

“Reggie!”

“Didn’t I tell you not to call me that?”

“But you fell asleep on my shoulder,” James started, no doubt noticing the tomato colour of the pale boys cheeks. “I should be able to call you Reggie, Reggie.” He teased.

Picking up his book, he closed it, looked James in his pretty doe eyes and whacked him on the shoulder with the hard back book. The other boy let out a yelp, rubbing his shoulder and looking at Regulus in amusement.

“What is with you and hitting me?” He paused for a moment, then a mischievous smile appeared on his lips, oh that’s not good. “Some might say you’re… hitting on me.” He winked.

“I swear to fucking god Potter.” Regulus dropped his head into the table, hiding the letting himself smile into the wood as he felt pink flush prick the tips of his ear.

The other boy cackled, reaching a hand out and ruffling Regulus’ hair.

Regulus could feel his warm fingertips on his scalp, the way his hand seemed to fit perfectly there and the way his hand lingered next to Regulus’ face for a second too long when he picked his head up.

“I will hit you into that lake.” Regulus pointed over James’ shoulder, face like thunder and an eyebrow raise.

James, like the idiot he is, took his hand and pinched Regulus’ cheek and smiled at him. “Adorable.” He patted his cheek and smiled.

“Don’t even-“ He growled, resisting the urge to spit an insult at his stupid, annoying, beautiful face. He picked his book back up and pretended to resume reading it as he attempted to ignore the boy next to him, that second one proving to be slightly more difficult than it should be.

A few minutes later, Regulus noticed James still sitting there. Actually, he was aware of the presence a tad bit too close next to him for the past minute of two, he could still feel hazel eyes glazing their soft gaze into the side of his face.

“What’s your book about?” James asked out of the blue.

“People.” Regulus replied dully.

“Really?” The brunette replied sarcastically, Regulus looking up at him and tilting his head. “Is it also supposed to be read upside down? I’ve never seen that before.” He tutted.

Fuck.

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[vampiresi]

The time for posting has arrived!! Happy Klapollo Mini Bang 2024!!! Please check out the amazing fic that inspired this piece by one of my partners, @blackquillism on Twitter/X:

And the piece by my other partner @floccesytowne (https://www.tumblr.com/floccesytowne/760351288371347456/dont-think-youre-getting-away-i-will-prove-you)

[doodlyreone]

Episode: Ayo, the new guy looks like a sausage

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[bythepen98]

Severus 🐍

Aside from Harry and Hermione, he is arguably the next character whose pov I read about the most (gen or ship wise). Can't help that he's too interesting of a character for me to ignore when written right.