Hot, Hotter, Hottest - and All the Feels
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nia_kantorkaThree recs, from three different fandoms and one is hotter and lovelier that the other! See for yourself, if you don't believe me.
Title: Another Mask Behind You
Author/Artist: Current anon at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hd_erised
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing(s) Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 116557
Warnings/Tags: dubcon, almost all of this is dubcon depending on your definition, non-con, the non-con isn’t super graphic but it does get quite uncomfortable, Suicidal Ideation, past suicide of a minor character, past death of another minor character, D/s elements, D/s elements but the dynamic shifts back and forth, BDSM, BDSM but it’s not formalized, threat of whipping, Dishonesty, Prostitution, Switching, Mentions of past abuse, Alcoholism, Smoking, Homophobic Slurs, negative attitude towards sex work, Pet Names, lots of pet names, Snowballing, hate!sex, Rimming, Felching, the felching isn’t graphic but the rimming is, infidelity but it depends on your definition, not infidelity in an explicitly committed relationship, Exhibitionism, Semi-Public Sex, Long Hair, Dubious Consent
Summary: Draco is a high-end prostitute who hides his identity. Harry unknowingly hires him. And then there is porn, questions about identity, domestic bliss, more porn, and truth as seen through a web of lies. (And then more porn. Seriously, if you don’t want sex scene after sex scene you probably shouldn’t read this. And please read the warnings.)
Why I loved it:
This is a helluva story. As the anon author said, one should read the tags because all the things are really happening here. Draco is a rent boy. He's spreading his legs for everyone who is able to afford him (he's worked like hell to be a high class rent boy) and he's pretty good at this job. And he hates it. Because he didn't choose this work but for ~reasons. And he hates Harry. Jupp, and of course he loves him as well.
But he doesn't know that when this fic starts. And he is such an arse at the beginning. And the author did this in such a brilliant way. I mean - seriously, who would ever call Harry's eyes 'little pig's eyes' if not a really pissed Draco. It was so much fun to see him rant and defame Harry in his thoughts when his actions spoke a whole other language. And his denial was so heavy that he didn't know who the real 'Draco' was over time.
Yeah, this fic is heavy stuff, but it's always streaked with the hottest sex scenes ever. And the end was so cool. As in super-fucking-cool. Yes, it could have been longer, but, hey, I'm not really complaining after nearly 120k, or maybe just a little bit, but only because I couldn't get enough of these two. It was an awesome story! And, tbh, I can't wait for Erised's reveals to come fast enough, because this author has a wonderful and raw way with words. And after leaving kudos and comments, IDK, I could build a shrine together with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
this_bloody_cat (really good idea, hon!). Yeah, I'm in awe and my fangirl mode took over and wrote this...
Excerpt:
This kept happening: Draco thinking of Potter while another client was fucking him, and slowly getting off on it. There were even several nights Draco found his own hand creeping down beneath his satin sheets; he was having dreams, hard in the middle of the night, and that never happened. It didn’t happen. Draco had so much other sex that his prick was uninterested completely; he didn’t want it, and yet it kept happening. Draco found himself frantically wanking in pre-dawn hours—thinking of nothing, desperately thinking of nothing—almost twice a week now.
The problem was Potter. Potter wasn’t sexy—it wasn’t that. Potter was still a buffoon, overly muscled—though sleek, Draco had to give him that. There wasn’t extra muscle, and said muscles weren’t individually defined and veiny, like some of those Fiendfyre fighter models or dragon wrestlers. His arms were just bigger than they should be—though well proportioned, really, and his waist was quite trim and narrow—
Title: Under Control
Author/Artist: LapisLazuli
Fandom: Sherlock TV
Pairing(s) Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade, Johnlock/Lestrade
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 47118
Warnings: Please note - Threesome not polyamory fic
Tags: Threesome - M/M/M, Blow Jobs, Voyeurism, Masturbation, breath play, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Light Dom/sub, Come play, Mildly Dubious Consent, Anal Sex, Anal Play, A Little Bit of Humor, A little bit of fluff, lots of hardcore sex
Summary: Lestrade walks into a supposedly empty room at St. Bart's Hospital and sees something he did not expect. Even more surprising is his own reaction.
Why I loved it:
OMG, this fic. It's the hottest thing ever. There is this scene in that empty room at St. Bart's and it's breathtaking. The excerpt shows just the start, but still you'll know what I mean. And that are the 6th and 7th paragraph - just imagine what'll follow. Hot, isn't it?
It's so cool to see the public roles of Sherlock and John switched in this fic and in a way it's so fitting. It is such a kink of mine when power dynamics are not what they seem to be or when they change. Just like that Greg comes into this picture of Sherlock's and John's relationship and they take him in with open arms (well, as open as the arms of Sherlock could be - so, please, expect some snide comments and banter). And all of them get something out of it and it's just a pleasure to read. And in the end, Greg, who'd had a rough time after his divorce, is able to move on. And that was nearly the best part. That there was love between them, and even if it was the love of friendship, it had healing powers. Amazing story!
Excerpt:
If Lestrade had thought about it before, had ever considered the details of a scenario such as this – and he hasn't, of course he hasn't – but if he had, he would have expected John to be the one on his knees. Sherlock is so domineering and aggressive in his interpersonal interactions that is makes sense to Lestrade that he would be the same in sexual matters. Especially with John, the faithful sidekick, always following along and doing Sherlock's bidding. But here he is, kneeling, while John pants above him. There is something about seeing Sherlock in this position that triggers something in the pit of Lestrade's stomach, a tight feeling that he cannot place. Lestrade feels the heat of embarrassment – just embarrassment, that's all it is – bring a blush to his face as he takes in the scene before him.
He needs to leave, he knows he needs to leave, just go and pretend this never happened, and he is starting to step backward into the protection of the little hallway when John opens his eyes.
Title: One More Bruise
Author: Flantastic, Artist:alby_mangroves
Fandom: James Bond/Skyfall (2012)
Pairing(s) 007/Q
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 8060
Warnings/Tags: Implied/Referenced Character Death, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Angst, Heavy Angst, did I mention the angst?, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Drawing, Fanart
Summary: It’s been eleven hours since M changed the status of field agent 007, Commander James Bond, from ‘Active’ to ‘Missing in Action’.
Why I loved it:
This is stunning. There is this wonderful angsty but oh so sweet and hot story and it's complemented by some gorgeous art. It's a fic you need to read on screen (or tablet?) because the art wouldn't download on an e-reader (which makes me really angry btw). And you need both because they are perfect together. Of course the story works on its own, as do the art, but the whole package... *happy sigh*
I loved the story. Tbh, it was my first Skyfall fic and I'm asking myself why it took me so long to peek into this fandom. Well, I'm converted now. :D
Oh, it doesn't really matter if you know the movie or not. As long as you know the characters (or the actors) and how the Secret Service works in the films you're safe and sound. So, go and take a look and don't blame me if you fall for this lovely Q and his lover, the world-famous agent 007.
There are so many great parts in this story, I had a hard time to choose an excerpt. In the end I picked a sweet and hot moment, there are other parts, like funny scenes, voilently hot sex, and don't forget the angst.
Excerpt:
Q’s head shot up as he saw James standing in the doorway, dripping wet and as naked as the day he was born. He was frozen in the act of towelling dry his hair. He looked like Michelangelo's David reincarnated. Every inch of him was golden. Muscles bunched and jumped under his tanned, scarred skin. The hair on his head was wet and darker than usual so it now perfectly matched the neatly groomed thatch which surrounded his cock. The organ itself was monstrous. Hanging almost seven inches even in its dormant state, framed by his low hanging balls. As James stared, it twitched and began to thicken.
Q had felt a momentary flash of embarrassment followed by another of irritation. He was standing in just his black underwear now and he realised what he must look like. Skinny, almost painfully so. Not muscular and golden, but thin and pale. His hands fluttered, wanting to cover the modest bulge in his pants but not wanting to draw attention to the fact that his cock was tiny compared to Bond’s. He opened his mouth to tell James to go fuck himself and his judgements when the older man spoke again.
“You are… beautiful.”
Whatever Q was about to say escaped him as James dropped his towel and walked towards him. Lightly slotting his hands over Q’s hips, where they seemed to fit perfectly, James kissed him slowly and sweetly.
“I never knew. All those times. I should have had you in a bed, every time.”
Title: Another Mask Behind You
Author/Artist: Current anon at
hd_erisedFandom: Harry Potter
Pairing(s) Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 116557
Warnings/Tags: dubcon, almost all of this is dubcon depending on your definition, non-con, the non-con isn’t super graphic but it does get quite uncomfortable, Suicidal Ideation, past suicide of a minor character, past death of another minor character, D/s elements, D/s elements but the dynamic shifts back and forth, BDSM, BDSM but it’s not formalized, threat of whipping, Dishonesty, Prostitution, Switching, Mentions of past abuse, Alcoholism, Smoking, Homophobic Slurs, negative attitude towards sex work, Pet Names, lots of pet names, Snowballing, hate!sex, Rimming, Felching, the felching isn’t graphic but the rimming is, infidelity but it depends on your definition, not infidelity in an explicitly committed relationship, Exhibitionism, Semi-Public Sex, Long Hair, Dubious Consent
Summary: Draco is a high-end prostitute who hides his identity. Harry unknowingly hires him. And then there is porn, questions about identity, domestic bliss, more porn, and truth as seen through a web of lies. (And then more porn. Seriously, if you don’t want sex scene after sex scene you probably shouldn’t read this. And please read the warnings.)
Why I loved it:
This is a helluva story. As the anon author said, one should read the tags because all the things are really happening here. Draco is a rent boy. He's spreading his legs for everyone who is able to afford him (he's worked like hell to be a high class rent boy) and he's pretty good at this job. And he hates it. Because he didn't choose this work but for ~reasons. And he hates Harry. Jupp, and of course he loves him as well.
But he doesn't know that when this fic starts. And he is such an arse at the beginning. And the author did this in such a brilliant way. I mean - seriously, who would ever call Harry's eyes 'little pig's eyes' if not a really pissed Draco. It was so much fun to see him rant and defame Harry in his thoughts when his actions spoke a whole other language. And his denial was so heavy that he didn't know who the real 'Draco' was over time.
Yeah, this fic is heavy stuff, but it's always streaked with the hottest sex scenes ever. And the end was so cool. As in super-fucking-cool. Yes, it could have been longer, but, hey, I'm not really complaining after nearly 120k, or maybe just a little bit, but only because I couldn't get enough of these two. It was an awesome story! And, tbh, I can't wait for Erised's reveals to come fast enough, because this author has a wonderful and raw way with words. And after leaving kudos and comments, IDK, I could build a shrine together with
this_bloody_cat (really good idea, hon!). Yeah, I'm in awe and my fangirl mode took over and wrote this... Excerpt:
This kept happening: Draco thinking of Potter while another client was fucking him, and slowly getting off on it. There were even several nights Draco found his own hand creeping down beneath his satin sheets; he was having dreams, hard in the middle of the night, and that never happened. It didn’t happen. Draco had so much other sex that his prick was uninterested completely; he didn’t want it, and yet it kept happening. Draco found himself frantically wanking in pre-dawn hours—thinking of nothing, desperately thinking of nothing—almost twice a week now.
The problem was Potter. Potter wasn’t sexy—it wasn’t that. Potter was still a buffoon, overly muscled—though sleek, Draco had to give him that. There wasn’t extra muscle, and said muscles weren’t individually defined and veiny, like some of those Fiendfyre fighter models or dragon wrestlers. His arms were just bigger than they should be—though well proportioned, really, and his waist was quite trim and narrow—
Title: Under Control
Author/Artist: LapisLazuli
Fandom: Sherlock TV
Pairing(s) Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade, Johnlock/Lestrade
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 47118
Warnings: Please note - Threesome not polyamory fic
Tags: Threesome - M/M/M, Blow Jobs, Voyeurism, Masturbation, breath play, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Light Dom/sub, Come play, Mildly Dubious Consent, Anal Sex, Anal Play, A Little Bit of Humor, A little bit of fluff, lots of hardcore sex
Summary: Lestrade walks into a supposedly empty room at St. Bart's Hospital and sees something he did not expect. Even more surprising is his own reaction.
Why I loved it:
OMG, this fic. It's the hottest thing ever. There is this scene in that empty room at St. Bart's and it's breathtaking. The excerpt shows just the start, but still you'll know what I mean. And that are the 6th and 7th paragraph - just imagine what'll follow. Hot, isn't it?
It's so cool to see the public roles of Sherlock and John switched in this fic and in a way it's so fitting. It is such a kink of mine when power dynamics are not what they seem to be or when they change. Just like that Greg comes into this picture of Sherlock's and John's relationship and they take him in with open arms (well, as open as the arms of Sherlock could be - so, please, expect some snide comments and banter). And all of them get something out of it and it's just a pleasure to read. And in the end, Greg, who'd had a rough time after his divorce, is able to move on. And that was nearly the best part. That there was love between them, and even if it was the love of friendship, it had healing powers. Amazing story!
Excerpt:
If Lestrade had thought about it before, had ever considered the details of a scenario such as this – and he hasn't, of course he hasn't – but if he had, he would have expected John to be the one on his knees. Sherlock is so domineering and aggressive in his interpersonal interactions that is makes sense to Lestrade that he would be the same in sexual matters. Especially with John, the faithful sidekick, always following along and doing Sherlock's bidding. But here he is, kneeling, while John pants above him. There is something about seeing Sherlock in this position that triggers something in the pit of Lestrade's stomach, a tight feeling that he cannot place. Lestrade feels the heat of embarrassment – just embarrassment, that's all it is – bring a blush to his face as he takes in the scene before him.
He needs to leave, he knows he needs to leave, just go and pretend this never happened, and he is starting to step backward into the protection of the little hallway when John opens his eyes.
Title: One More Bruise
Author: Flantastic, Artist:
alby_mangrovesFandom: James Bond/Skyfall (2012)
Pairing(s) 007/Q
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 8060
Warnings/Tags: Implied/Referenced Character Death, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Angst, Heavy Angst, did I mention the angst?, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Drawing, Fanart
Summary: It’s been eleven hours since M changed the status of field agent 007, Commander James Bond, from ‘Active’ to ‘Missing in Action’.
Why I loved it:
This is stunning. There is this wonderful angsty but oh so sweet and hot story and it's complemented by some gorgeous art. It's a fic you need to read on screen (or tablet?) because the art wouldn't download on an e-reader (which makes me really angry btw). And you need both because they are perfect together. Of course the story works on its own, as do the art, but the whole package... *happy sigh*
I loved the story. Tbh, it was my first Skyfall fic and I'm asking myself why it took me so long to peek into this fandom. Well, I'm converted now. :D
Oh, it doesn't really matter if you know the movie or not. As long as you know the characters (or the actors) and how the Secret Service works in the films you're safe and sound. So, go and take a look and don't blame me if you fall for this lovely Q and his lover, the world-famous agent 007.
There are so many great parts in this story, I had a hard time to choose an excerpt. In the end I picked a sweet and hot moment, there are other parts, like funny scenes, voilently hot sex, and don't forget the angst.
Excerpt:
Q’s head shot up as he saw James standing in the doorway, dripping wet and as naked as the day he was born. He was frozen in the act of towelling dry his hair. He looked like Michelangelo's David reincarnated. Every inch of him was golden. Muscles bunched and jumped under his tanned, scarred skin. The hair on his head was wet and darker than usual so it now perfectly matched the neatly groomed thatch which surrounded his cock. The organ itself was monstrous. Hanging almost seven inches even in its dormant state, framed by his low hanging balls. As James stared, it twitched and began to thicken.
Q had felt a momentary flash of embarrassment followed by another of irritation. He was standing in just his black underwear now and he realised what he must look like. Skinny, almost painfully so. Not muscular and golden, but thin and pale. His hands fluttered, wanting to cover the modest bulge in his pants but not wanting to draw attention to the fact that his cock was tiny compared to Bond’s. He opened his mouth to tell James to go fuck himself and his judgements when the older man spoke again.
“You are… beautiful.”
Whatever Q was about to say escaped him as James dropped his towel and walked towards him. Lightly slotting his hands over Q’s hips, where they seemed to fit perfectly, James kissed him slowly and sweetly.
“I never knew. All those times. I should have had you in a bed, every time.”
