#ophelia's fics

[phefics]

veritaserum

ship: fred weasley x reader x george weasley summary: fred and george dose the reader with a truth serum, which leads to her admitting a sexual fantasy including both brothers. warnings: dubious consent (truth potion is used to make the reader admit her sexual fantasies which then play out), pseudo-inc3st (the twins don't do anything sexual to each other but are both involved in the same sexual scenario), gender-neutral!reader (reader has a vagina but no pronouns are used) word count: 1.9k

Being friends with the Weasley twins was a constant rollercoaster.

There was never a dull moment, always an adventure to go on, a prank to pull, or witty banter bouncing between you and the brothers. Sometimes, you were helping Fred and George pull off their next big joke, but other times, you were their target. Sure, it could be frustrating, but it was also fun for you, and you always found ways to get them back.

You had been friends with the twins since your first year at Hogwarts, and that friendship had continued past Hogwarts and followed you into early-adulthood. You visited them at the flat over their shop in Diagon Alley often, where they showed you prototypes for new products and made you laugh until you cried with their antics.

It was a cold evening when you appeared in their fireplace, a bit dusty from the ashes, and were greeted with excited shouts from Fred and George before being pulled into a group hug.

As you looked up at their grinning faces, you couldn’t believe that there were people who still got the twins confused.

Fred had more freckles on his face, while George’s shoulders and arms had an abundance of them. When Fred laughed, he threw his head back, cackling loudly, while George usually gave more reserved chuckles, laughing down at his lap. And, well, George was fully missing an ear now, and Fred had a large scar on his temple from the Battle, where a piece of castle wall had crashed down on top of him.

“Finally,” Fred said, man-handling you onto the couch. “We’ve been waiting ages!”

“I’m only a few minutes late,” you replied, glancing at their clock, which wasn’t even working—it read 3:15, but it was well past 7:00 judging by the darkness outside.

“And are our few minutes not important to you?” George asked, sitting by your side. “We could have been using that time to come up with more brilliant inventions.”

“Or planned a clever scheme to spill a bucket of water on your head when you arrived,” Fred added.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m terribly sorry to have wasted your precious time,” you said, tone thick with sarcasm.

It was nice catching up with them. They updated you on each member of the Weasley family, such as Fleur’s pregnancy with her and Bill’s first child, or Percy’s upcoming wedding. You updated them on your own life as well, and it wasn’t long until they had pushed a glass of Firewhiskey into your hands.

“So, Y/N,” Fred said, leaning against the back of the couch. You immediately recognized the glint of mischief in his brown eyes, and braced yourself for whatever ridiculous question he was about to pose.

“Which of us do you think is the better looking twin?”

You opened your mouth, intending to say something like ‘neither of you’ or ‘you’re identical—what kind of stupid question is that?’ but the sentence that spilled from your lips instead was, “Well, you look pretty much the same, so I’d say you guys are equally attractive. I think the scar makes you look pretty hot, Fred, but George can really pull off the whole missing ear thing.”

You clapped a hand over your mouth, face burning.

The twins both erupted into giggles.

“Oh, you’re too kind!” George said. “I’m glad you find my lack of an ear sexy.”

“And my scar is flattered,” Fred added.

“What did you two do?” you asked, scowling.

“We might have stumbled upon a vial of Veritaserum…” George said, trying and failing to look guilty. “And put it in your drink. Just a drop, though! It’ll wear off soon.”

You wanted to insult them, yell at them, call them every insult and curse under the sun, but no words would leave your tongue. It was like the truth serum wouldn’t even let you pretend to be pissed off. Sure, this was an invasion of your privacy and totally sketchy, but you had known Fred and George for so long, you were sort of used to their antics by now. You should have been way angrier than you were, but it was just so typical of them, you couldn’t muster much more than annoyance.

What you did manage to say was, “Why?”

Both twins shrugged.

“For fun,” Fred said.

“And because we were curious about something,” George replied.

“About what?”

“About which of us you like better.”

You blinked at them. “Are you serious? We aren’t eleven anymore. Is it really a contest between you two to be the better twin?”

“Not really, no,” Fred said. “Even though we all know that it's me.”

George reached over you to playfully shove his brother’s shoulder. “It’s not about proving anything. We’re just curious. So, Y/N, who do you like better: me or Freddie?”

“I like you equally,” you said. “You are both hilarious, intelligent, and my best friends. I find it easier to connect with George on serious things, but Fred always knows the right thing to say when I need cheering up.”

Your face was flushing deeper, embarrassed at the cheesy, sentimental words that left your mouth. Fred and George had grown up in an incredibly loving, affectionate family and had never shied away from making their love known, but it was awkward to voice your own feelings out loud like that.

Both twins seemed rather touched, though

“Wow, I was expecting you to have to pick,” Fred said. “But that’s oddly sweet.”

You groaned. “Okay, okay, yes, I love you both, can we knock this off now?”

“No, we have more questions!”

“Such as…?”

“Would you fuck either of us?” George asked.

Fred was normally the more vulgar of the two, and the question coming from George’s lips instead took you even more off guard.

“Yes,” you said, unable to stop yourself. “Either of you. Or both of you.”

“At the same time?”

“Yes.”

Fred and George also showed their emotions differently. Fred was better at keeping his feelings to himself, but when he was flustered, his ears would turn pink. His ears had flushed slightly, and his eyes were wide as he licked his lips, clearly intrigued by your answer. George was also flushed, but the color went to his face, and he brushed his thumbs repeatedly over his thighs, a nervous tick he’d always had.

“Have you thought about this a lot?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Tell us how you’d want it.”

You couldn’t help but answer. “I would let you strip off my clothes, groping me. One of you is behind me, kissing my neck as you take off my shirt. The other is at my feet, pulling my pants down. Neither of you shut up the whole time, talking about me like I’m not even there. Commenting to each other about how pretty I am, how wet my pussy is for you. Whoever is between my legs starts to go down on me, while the other holds my body still so I can’t move away from how good it feels. I cum on your tongue, and the other wants a turn, too…”

The twins were both clearly aroused as you spoke.

“Do you want that? Now?” Fred asked, his voice low.

“Yes,” you breathed. 

They waste no time switching their positions on the couch, George pulling your back against his chest while Fred positions himself between your legs, his hands eagerly moving to the waistband of your pants, tugging at it.

George took his time, hands sliding up your shirt, touching softly as he felt you up, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck, lips teasing the skin there.

You couldn’t help but whine under their touches, loving every moment of it. You had truly dreamt of this for years, always too afraid to ruin the friendship. Sure, you had kissed both twins for dares back at school, but this was real and intimate and beautiful.

Fred made quick work of getting your bottom half undressed, and he kissed his ways along your thighs, cupping your ass with one hand, squeezing hard.

“So fuckin’ hot,” George breathed.

“I know, right?” Fred replied. “So good for us, too. Are we making your fantasy come true, love?”

You nodded, whimpering softly.

“So needy, too. You want to cum for us?”

You nodded again. “Yes, yes please.”

George chuckled, nipping at your ear as Fred’s mouth finally reached your pussy, his tongue licking tentatively at you before he found your clit, which he immediately focused his attention on.

Your noises only grew louder, more desperate.

“Already? You’re not very good at this whole build-up thing, Freddie,” George said.

“I think we’ve waited long enough for this,” Fred replied before returning to his task.

“You don’t want to be patient, do you, darling?” George asked, hugging you tightly from behind. “You’ve wanted this for so long, you just want to be good for us, take everything we’ve got?”

“Fuck yes,” you moan.

Fred was clearly just as eager as you are, apparently trying to make you cum as quickly as possible, like he was placing bets in his head.

“You like that, hm? Is he good at it? Making you feel good?” George said.

“Feels so fucking good.”

“Good. You gonna cum for him?”

“Yes, yes, I’m—”

It didn’t take long at all. Fred’s tongue was good for more than just witty comments, and your legs trembled as he sat up, lips shining with your slick and a smug smile on his face.

“I think this is the part where we switch jobs, Georgie.”

Your pussy was already so wet, so sensitive, you knew that George would be able to make you cum fast, too. It was almost embarrassing how easy you were, how turned on they made you.

The twins switched positions, and Fred wrapped his arms around your middle sweetly, dragging his fingers over your waist and making goosebumps spread over your abdomen, squirming in his grasp.

“Don’t try and get away, sweet thing,” Fred said. “Otherwise George won’t be able to have his turn. Just be good for us, okay? Be a good little slut.”

You whined, face hot as George’s lips found your inner thighs and kissed the skin there, slowly, teasingly. He was the more patient, more methodical of the two. He wasn’t going to go straight for your clit, he was going to keep you wanting. Maybe until you begged.

Fred began sucking a hickey into your throat, leaving you a moaning mess as the twins both worshiped your body like it was something sacred.

Finally, George’s tongue found your pussy, teasing your hole and folds before even bothering to touch your clit.

“Should he put his fingers inside you?” Fred asked.

You nodded fervently, thrusting your hips.

George complied immediately, sliding one finger inside which was quickly followed by a second, pumping slowly before curling into that special spot, which he had found surprisingly easily.

Your second orgasm came just as quickly as the first, your hands balling into fists and your toes curling. Once your body was able to relax, you looked up through teary eyes to see George licking your taste off of his fingers.

“Was that everything you dreamed?” Fred asked.

You opened your mouth, expecting the answer to roll off your tongue, but it didn’t. You realized that the potion had worn off, and smirked.

“It could have been better,” you said, thrilled with your ability to lie again.

Obviously, Fred and George had to remedy that immediately.

#fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #weasley twins x reader #fred weasley smut #george weasley smut #weasley twins smut #hp fic #ophelia's fics

[chazuramen]

hi sims 2 community, i bring you spooky cousins and gay people

#i dont care if this flops im happy i made these #2 of these were inspired by a fic i read but still too vague for me to tag the author lol #the sims 2 #sims 2 premades #ts2 #strangetown #ophelia nigmos #nervous subject #pascal curious #olive specter #tycho curious #czrmArt #god this is so niche and self indulgent #these guys scared the hell out of me when i was a kid #my art

[omens-for-ophelia]

"Throughout his previous sexual interactions, Aziraphale had constantly sensed that he was taking up too much space, and that his partners, even if they appeared to behave neutrally to the thick sturdiness and the soft roundness of his figure, wished there was a little less of him to handle. As the pads of Crowley's fingers made possessive divots into the flesh of Aziraphale's thigh, it only further dawned on Aziraphale that Crowley relished the exact amount of him that existed at the present time." - I'm Beginning to See the Light, Chapter 3

for Sam (aka @ineffabildaddy) from @voluptatiscausa and I, because we love you! Thank you for forever feeding us with deeply transgender and vividly pornographic treats!

>>Full NSFW 18+ version on AO3 <<

This fic not only changed my life in the best way because it is how I was introduced to my bestie, but also it rearranged my brain chemistry in how I saw my body and how I felt I could be and deserved to be loved. The way intimacy and desire and respect are handled in this story is everything to me, and of course it is just searingly, eye-wateringly hot. It is a must-read! I was SO happy when Vol approached me with a request for a gift work for it!

>>Read 'I'm Beginning to See the Light ' on AO3<<

Want more rich and sumptuous Good Omens fanfiction that feels like entering a horny baroque oil painting? Check out the delicious back catalog of ineffabildaddy and voluptatiscausa on AO3, I promise you won't be disappointed!

#good omens #good omens fanart #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #gomens #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fic recs #ineffabildaddy #trans aziraphale #body worship #aziraphale tummy fan club #ophelia-draws

[prefer-to-be-vilified]

Wednesday, bursting through the door holding an urn: I found human remains at Goodwill.

Enid: I’m sorry, what?

Wednesday: Someone donated an urn to Goodwill and the ashes are still in it.

Enid: And so you decided to buy human ashes?

Wednesday: Yes.

Enid: From Goodwill?

Wednesday: Yes.

Enid:

Enid: I’m not even surprised.

Wednesday: Her name is Judith, I’m hoping she’ll haunt us.

Enid, in disgruntled acceptance: Yeah I know babe.

#and that is the story of how Judith the ghost started haunting ophelia hall #and she’s still there when wenclairs kids attend #and she tells them stories about all the dumb shit their moms did when they were at school #how is this becoming a fic prompt? #i honestly just thought it was funny but there’s potential here ngl #wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair #enid x wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednesday 2022 #incorrect wednesday quotes #incorrect wednesday addams #incorrect wednesday #incorrect wenclair #ptbv

[arrowheadedbitch]

Tim: Oph??

Constantine: Don't call her that, I can't have you pissing off a faery, red.

Tim: That's her name, dumbass.

#oaf vs oph #this is about my fic #i introduced a faery named Ophelia #if you didn't know #tim drake #red robin #robin #dragon!tim #john constantine

[mispatchedgreens]

he's not panting for plot reasons this time. you'll find healing springs debauchery and other xianxia staples in @thestoriesthatweweave's fic 'flowering in the eastern wind' here! <333333

alternately tinted versions under the cut!

#the radiant emperor #she who became the sun #he who drowned the world #wang baoxiang #baob3i #implied! but present like only an awkward cringefail 19yo can be present. rip. #my art #the fic has fed my obsession sufficiently and I'm down the drain and in your pipes and sliding into your sink to tell u abt it #born to ophelia forced to hamlet is this anything

[thedemonofcat]

Sometimes, to be dramatic, Jaskier will recreate this painting

Geralt really needs him to stop because afterwards, they keep needing to stop for Jaskier to put on dry clothes

#the witcher netflix #geralt of rivia #joey batey #the witcher #jaskier the witcher #henry cavill #the witcher jaskier #geralt x jaskier #geraskier #fic ideas #ophelia #jaskier #gerskier #cirilla fiona elen riannon #freya allan #headcanon #yennefer of vengerberg #anya cholatra #the witcher season 3 #anya chalotra #the witcher season three #witcher yennefer #Jaskier is the most dramatic

[amalia-uwu]

Fanart for SKÓLIX because I could not resist drawing the bunny doctor!

And sweet, soft Farmy (before all those... events...)

And huge Axe who has to lean down to see what the doctor is writing.

Thank you for the inspiration!

Those are quick, traditional sketches, but I had a lot of fun and thought you might enjoy these as well 🤍

I just woke up to see this?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Fanart?! Of my fic?! MY GOODNESS!!!

Kkjklklklklkmnnbncnncnxnxbxbxbxbbxblalslslskdkddlsllaalala

Alright, listen up! *cups your cheeks*

THIS! IS! BEAUTIFUL! I LOVE IT! 🫂

Alright, I absolutely love the way you drew Axe. He looks so handsome (and hot in your style). Stars, look how huge he is is! Poor guy gotta lean down! I love how tall and wide he is!

I love his expression, the permanent smile that never leaves his face. Yet in his eyes you can see the concern and the concentration to read what is going on. ❤️❤️❤️

As of Farmy, he looks so cute! Smol and cute. I love his expression and how chubby he is! He seems, shy, soft sweet and slightly embarrassed?. I love how you drew him! 💚💚💚💚

And we finally reach my girl! 💙 Ophelia! I love it! You made her so cute!! 💙 Look how beautiful and adorable she is! I love her expression and posture!! Her face looks absolutely cute!! 💙

__________

MY MORNING IS BETTER!

* crushes you in hug*

WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME WOMAN?!

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 💙 I CAN'T STRESS THIS ENOUGH! I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR THIS!! 💙

The sketches are beautiful, brilliant! Spectacular pieces of art!

I feel honored and I enjoyed them! I'll cherish them!! 💙

#Fanart for my fic SKÓLIX #fanart for me #asks and answers #Αμαλία απαντάει #for me 💙 #for me #Αγαπημένο #undertale #sans #horrortale #farmtale #rottencrop #original character #Art by @fudgelling-away #Δώρο #Για μένα 💙 #fudgelling-away #farm sans #SKÓLIX #ΣΚΏΛΗΞ #CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHAT ELSE ARE YOU GONNA COOK FUDGIE! THANK YOU!! 🤍 #amalia answers #Αμαλία answers #Αγαπώ ❤️ #fanart by fudgelling-away #Ophelia #horror x farm #farmtale au #horror sans #Fanart

[nyda-the-tav1]

A lil Ophelia & Enver

Ophelia's a Tav from a fic on Ao3 called Sleep Deprivation. It's about a short lil elf that can't sleep cuz of Orin and has the crazy idea of sleeping in the bed of the only person Orin can't touch.

Anyways, here's Wonderwall:

Fic details below cut

Here's the fic <3 It's rated E, just so ya know >.>

(Also, I'm now a co-creator on it! I help with editing and stuff, so that's fun <3)

#gortash x tav #enver gortash #bg3 #bg3 fic #tavtash #tavtash fic #lord enver gortash #baldur's gate 3 #lord gortash #BG3 fic: Sleep Deprivation #bg3 tav oc #named tav #Tav OC: Ophelia #gortav

[phefics]

come take a dive

ship: finnick odair x reader summary: reader rides finnick's face. prompted by anon!! includes: afab!reader, gn!reader, slight insecure!reader (she's nervous to sit on his face bc she's worried to hurt him but her weight/body type isn't mentioned), face sitting, f!receiving oral, vague mentions of finnick’s canon sexual trauma asked to be tagged: @lufvg word count: 0.9k

"I can hold my breath for a pretty long time," Finnick said, smirking. "So you don't have to worry about me, baby.”

You laughed at his words, but there was a nervous shake to the sound. It had been his idea, for you to try sitting on his face, and he was insistent that you could actually sit.

As in, put all your weight down on his face and focus on nothing but your own pleasure, which was an incredibly generous and appealing offer, but…a little scary, too. Surely even Finnick’s well-trained swimmer’s lungs couldn’t withstand being smothered by your thighs.

He had already survived so much, it would be incredibly pathetic of him to die like that. When you told him as much, he grinned and said, “At least I’d die doing what I loved.”

You had rolled your eyes, but it had managed to ease your nerves. And so, you finally agreed to give it a shot, much to his delight.

Finnick’s past sexual encounters had not been about love or intimacy. When you met him, sex was something that he did because he had to, because it kept him safe, and well, he learned some valuable Capitol secrets along the way.

But now he was free of that life, and sex had become something entirely new and exciting for him. He especially enjoyed making you cum, as if your pleasure was something sacred to him.

Perhaps it was. To know that he had made you feel good, not because he was required to, but because he wanted to. Because he loved you, and he loved to make you feel good.

You hovered over him on the bed, bare from the waist down, only wearing one of his t-shirts. You straddled his shoulders, looking down at his face with a nervous grin.

“You sure about this?” you asked.

“Absolutely. Are you?” he replied, large hands rubbing soothing circles on your thighs, sneaking grabs at your ass.

“I think so. Do you promise you’ll tap out if you need?”

You had previously agreed that if Finnick ever felt triggered during sex, he would tap your nearest body part three times, quickly. The same applied to this situation, whether it was something that upset him or merely the fact that it could be difficult to breathe properly with his face being smothered by your pussy.

“I promise,” he assured you. “Now, c’mon. I wanna taste you.”

It was hard to resist when he spoke like that, and so you took a deep breath before adjusting your position so that your already wet pussy was right above Finnick’s pink, perfect mouth.

Slowly, you lowered your hips, sinking onto his face and gasping as his tongue immediately went to work, lapping at your clit desperately.

You moaned softly, grabbing the headboard to keep yourself steady. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but you understood the appeal.

Finnick whined against you, the action tangible against your cunt, a little vibration that made you pull up in surprise, just a tiny bit, but he wasn’t having that. His hands grabbed your hips and pushed you back down onto his face, his tongue fucking into your hole.

It felt incredible, and you whimpered at the mixture of sensations: His strong grip, holding you in place, fingertips digging into your flesh. His tongue, moving inside of you. And, most interestingly, his nose, which was nudging against your clit, keeping the nerves stimulated while his mouth was otherwise occupied.

You weren’t even sure he was doing it on purpose. Perhaps it was just a lovely coincidence, but the friction made your hips move of their own accord, rutting on his face desperately.

All the moving, combined with your wetness, it caused Finnick’s face to practically slide along your slit, somehow leading to the tip of his nose touching your hole, making you jump in surprise. It didn’t feel bad, but it was definitely a strange feeling. Not bad, though.

You felt Finnick chuckle beneath you, mumbling something that sounded like ‘sorry’ as he fumbled to reposition you.

“Don’t be,” you breathed.

He returned his mouth to your clit then, finally deciding it was time to make you cum, and it didn’t take him long to bring you there. Your legs shook as your orgasm built, and Finnick held you tightly in place until you were crying out.

You carefully got off of him before laying beside him on your back, your body still shaky and pumped with adrenaline. Your legs ached from holding that position and your thighs were soaked.

Finnick rolled onto his side, smirking at you. His face was damp, shiny with your wetness. “See?” he said.

You rolled your eyes, giggling. “Okay, yes. It was worth it.”

“Are you gonna thank me?”

“For convincing me or for making me cum?”

“Both.”

You smirked, eyeing Finnick’s hard cock in his pants. “I know a way to show you just how grateful I am.”

He grinned.

#finnick odair x reader #finnick odair smut #finnick x y/n #finnick odair #finnick odair imagine #the hunger games #ophelia's fics

[nyda-the-tav]

It's finally here!! It's why I've been so quiet lately.

New Sleep Deprivation is up! 🎉

Chapter 47: Twisted Nipple 👀

Last time left off pretty tense! This has to be one of my favourite chapters so far.

Sleep Deprivation is a named good!Tav x Gortash porn with plot fic. Lots of struggles for our evil tyrant as he clings to his spiteful Banite ways.

A blend of emotions and humour! (and smut)

Here's a link to chapter 1 if you're a new reader. Mind the tags! It's explicit 🔞 and comments on old chapters make our day.

#tavtash #gortav #tavtash fic #enver gortash #bg3 #gortash #bg3 fic #gortash x tav #gortash smut #raphael the cambion #tav: ophelia #BG3 fic: Sleep Deprivation #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3

[omens-for-ophelia]

“You really are happy, angel?” “When I’m with you, always.”

Some lovely, awning-induced 'vavooming' from Chapter 5 of 'Just Up The Stairs', a Valentine's collab I was lucky enough to be part of with my two Actual Angels @ineffabildaddy and @foolishlovers !

This & the 5 other illustrations can be found embedded in the fic itself :)

Read 'Just Up The Stairs' (39k, E) on AO3 HERE!

Content Note: Heads up that Chapter 6 is the only chapter that contains NSFW art, so please proceed with caution if that is not your vibe!

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #crowley #aziraphale #good omens fanart #ineffabildaddy #foolishlovers #vavoom #gomens #good omens fic recs #ophelia-draws

[thedeathdeelers]

on this fine juke jeudi, i would like to take this time to personally thank juke for getting me so hooked on them back in 2020 that it somehow pulled me into the weirdest writing frenzy i have ever experienced which eventually led me to develop my writing style

so thank you, juke. for being so ridiculously in love and soulmates that it got me to discover my love of writing <3

happy juke jeudi!

#shoutout to ophelia for reminding me that today is juke jeudi lmao #happy juke jeudi! #jatp #juke #julie and the phantoms #nah but forreal. i never really wrote fic before jatp. only 2 or 3 for the lols? #and the. bam. jatp. juke. 100+ fics later 🤷🏻‍♀️

[stylessupremacy]

ophelia x terrible twos

If you liked this piece please consider liking, reblogging, recommending, and talking to me about this piece! This is what motivates and makes me want to write! Everything you do is appreciated! :)

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“Love, it’s time to go.”

Harry started to pick up and put away the toys Ophelia was playing with but she wanted nothing to do with it.

Harry had dropped her off at his mum’s house this morning since he had to go into the office today.

Phee went to daycare once a week but for the other four days Harry had work Anne would watch her.

Ophelia quickly snatched the building block back from her father, “Mine, daddy!”

He was taken aback by her actions. She usually never acts like this unless she’s super tired and cranky.

“Ophelia Wren. We do not take things out of people's hands without their permission. That’s a big no-no,” Harry firmly stated.

A firm crease in her brow as she listened to Harry. “Could y’apologize to y’daddy please?”

“No!” Her new favorite word at the moment. The word has caused her quite a few trips to the stairs just because of it.

“Fine. Y’can go and sit on the steps till you’re ready to apologize and act properly.”

He quickly picked her up and placed her bottom on the lowest stair, “Stay here until daddy comes and gets y’okay?”

Phee glared daggers at Harry as he waited for her response.

“Say yes, daddy,” He prompted, his eyes firm and giving her “the look.”

“Yes, daddy,” she mumbled.

Harry walked away listening as Ophelia grumbled under her breath just letting her stew and calm down hopefully before their drive home.

“Has she been acting out at all recently?” Harry asked his mum as he walked into the kitchen.

Anne watched the whole interaction between the two. She was quite shocked to watch Phee act the way she did since she’s always such a sweet girl.

Anne shook her head, “No, she hasn’t been acting out at all.”

“Maybe it’s because she’s with you all the time and wants to push your buttons,” Anne suggested knowing that’s how her kids acted when they were her age.

“Or she’s showing signs of terrible twos.”

Harry looked back out where his daughter sat watching as she brewed. Her foot dug into the hardwood floor and her arms crossed over her chest.

She was his sweet girl. Surely she wouldn’t treat him like this because of something called the “terrible twos.”

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[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: It's 1959, and the mayor of Chicago is dead.

Author: indigostohelit

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[corundumb]

ok so WHAT IF

Illithids really are like Ken Dolls, smooth with nothing Down There.

And WHAT IF the few that break free from control recall their original memories, realizing they're no longer equipped with their normal equipment and

WHAT IF they learn that using the tentacles from their heads that are normally used to restrain targets to consume brain matter in order to feed can be used to pleasure selected partners, and WHAT IF because of the telekinetic link they'd have with another infected person they can feel what they feel due to their own administrations and get their pleasure through others pleasure. Making them the perfect power bottoms/tops.

#ophelia talks #illithids #bg3 #the emperor #suggestive #don't mind me I'm just plotting for a smol fic #nothing to see here I promise #:)))))