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softsmutology · 4 years
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a dreamer awake \\ hermione mental-institute au
the inspiration here is primarily a lot of what’s happening in the fandom in general, especially with regards to the outing of jk rowling’s sketchy views and how it may not have come as entirely out of left field as a lot of us seem to think. i’ve just been thinking of how her politics may have manifested across the novels and other source texts and I’ve especially been thinking of hermione.
and i always thought the ‘Hogwarts is actually an unstable delusion’ trope was just fascinating to work with.
ooh and I love guilty smut. which might be a whole lot to put together into one fic but let’s see! updates should be coming pretty frequently on AO3 so you can check the link up above to see if you’d like to give it a look. it’ll be a bit of a slow burn but I think you’ll enjoy the places it would want to go.
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softsmutology · 4 years
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looking forward: a bella/alice series
fair bit of explicit smut but also a whole lot of sweet domestic fluff and angst.
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It isn't exactly sleep, what the two of you do after everything is over. It is a cooldown period. Silence and reflection. A place for both of you to air out your guilt and anxiety about what you did with each other just so things don't stay tense. That was the secret to how the cat was in the bag for this long. Who would've thought the secret to a good affair was the same as for a good marriage: communication.
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Your hands bury themselves against the softness of her hair, pressing her head closer against you as you grind faster until she finally giggles, breaking away from your skin. "Take that off." She points to your panties. "It's gonna chafe."
You are suddenly shy, as if you've gotten a rap on the wrist for eating too many cookies before bedtime. You sit up on your knees as she peels your pink panties off you with a gentle tenderness.
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You can't walk away from this kiss not wanting more. It is worse than bloodlust, this thing inside you. Worse than lust itself. And that is what scares you so much about it. If it isn't lust, what is it? This is your moment now. Your choice. Something you can walk away from. You lean forward and kiss her and it is the briefest, most innocent little kiss. But it is everything.
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"Yeah? And what if things change? What if she makes different decisions? Or what if I don't trust you?"
"What?" I walk towards her and somehow she seems to be towering over me.
"What if you're fucking manipulating me? It's not like you haven't done it before? Its not like your entire fucking family hasn't been stringing me along for years and fucking years. It's not like-
"Bella, stop." I kiss her before she breaks into sobs again and she leans back against the grimy walls. I don't know whose lips are hungrier and beyond a level it doesn't matter. Things are warm again and safe again.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25328875
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