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izjeon · 6 months

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GONEGIRL.

athlete!jungkook x f!reader

𖥻 genre: s2l (strangers to lovers?), fwb (friends with benefits), pwp, and university au.

𖥻 rating: 18+

𖥻 word count: 3.2k

𖥻 warnings: [MINORS DNI] afab/f!reader, heavy infatuation, they basically stalk each other, a lot of sexual tension, smut is literally the plot, many mentions of wet dreams, debatable infidelity, reader has debatable morals, jungkook & reader are horny, switch!jk (but he does most of the dominating) and switch!reader, a lot of making-out, hickeys (f.receiving), reader lowkey has a praise kink, hair pulling (m.receiving), jungkook whimpers, extra beefy jungkook, dry humping… and they get caught.

a/n: this is not proofread, but why is standing next to you such a bop?? helped me finish this after months of it being stuck in the drafts. also, to whoever told me to stay in the basement, i couldn’t stick to my word, pookie 😔. enjoy!

series masterlist: GONEGIRL

chapter one - ‘slowburn?’

𖥻 GONEGIRL

you knew who he was.

jeon jungkook: the senior that all the freshmen drooled for and the senior that all the seniors wanted to themselves. as a senior yourself, you couldn’t say he didn’t intrigue you. he was a sporty guy, winning national and global championships in track and wrestling for fun on the side. obviously, his matches were the most popular in viewership across the university. the golden boy, he never once failed to add another gold medal to your university’s esteemed profile.

so, you knew who he was, but you couldn’t understand why his eyes were stuck on you and only you.

you’d first met him at a party held by one of his close friends, namjoon. you were introduced briefly and didn’t exchange any numbers or socials. but, that following morning, jngkk_97 followed you on instagram. and, from that day on, he was the first guy to like your posts, the first guy to view your stories and the first guy you knew of to not slide into your dms.

with his intriguing, yet unexpectedly distant, behaviour, he found his way into your mind— 24/7. so, every morning, you awoke, gaslighting yourself into believing that the thought of his pink, pouty lips on yours didn't actually send you into a midlife crisis. they just made you a little faint.

every single night, you tucked your fragile mind into bed, losing yourself in hazy dreams branded by the thought of jungkook's touch. but, after a few weeks of contactless flirting, you let the idea of him go.

because you’d been told he had a girlfriend.

although it usually took a lot to do so, you felt the cowardly urge to give up on your infatuation. it'd been more than 2 weeks of mutual stalking but, still, no message. you guessed, he just wasn't as desperate for you as you were for him.

and you didn't like that. so you quit your daily routine of streaming his instagram and greedily watched as he kept up his own stalkish routine, consecutively failing to direct his focus back onto his girlfriend.

the same gorgeous girlfriend sitting with him on a black and cushy beanbag, radiating as she spoke to the other students around them. and that's when you realised, not having each other's undivided attention must've been a thing in their relationship.

because, his doe eyes of false innocence were only on you.

it was the first time you were seeing each other in person after namjoon’s party.

you stared back at jungkook through the wide, unglazed window in the separating wall between the kitchen and the living room. even with his supposed girlfriend of 5 months on his lap, running her fingers through his hair, his eyes were only on you. you scoffed, chuckling to yourself.

he would be fun.

leaning back on the kitchen counter of jennie’s apartment, you tilted your head to the side. intrigued, you watched as he did the same, copying your actions with a lopsided grin. now, you didn’t have the best eyesight but you weren’t so blind that you couldn’t tell that he was clearly hinting at something. something that would land you in a very taboo situation.

and you loved that.

you lifted your plastic cup to your lips and turned away from the athlete sitting at the other end of the room. you downed your drink as you walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. you looked around for your best friend and there she was, face deep in boobs.

as you made your way to the couch she was sprawled on, you realised the athlete had disappeared from his girlfriend’s side. curious of where he’d disappeared to, your eyes ran across the packed apartment, desperate for the sight of him.

and there it was, the something.

he was standing near the front door and his girlfriend had gone to sit with other seniors. it looked like he was exchanging goodbyes with his friends.

he was leaving— without his girlfriend.

“jennie, i think i’m going,” you mindlessly whispered, eyes stuck on the 5’10" hottie with his foot out the door and doe eyes drifting back across the crowded room. then his eyes were on yours again: a silent exchange of words.

“already…?” a drunk jennie whined, lifting her face from the deep cleavage of her girlfriend. “wait,” she mumbled, eyebrows scrunching into a sobering expression, and squinted her eyes at your side profile. “you think?”

satisfied with your decided future, you turned back to your best friend with your lips curling into a sly grin. “no, i know.”

she lazily propped herself up on her girlfriend and whined, “but how’re you gonna get home~?”

the front door slammed shut.

“i’ll find a ride.”

𖥻 GONEGIRL

jungkook picked at the zip of his thin bomber coat. he was leaning against his black benz, waiting.

ever since he first laid his eyes on you in that little backless, black dress, jungkook knew you were trouble. you were a distraction; more distracting than the pending termination of his current relationship; and much more distracting than the thought of joining the national track team again. you were a parasite living in his mind.

he practically breathed you. when he woke, you were his first thought. when he felt compelled to open instagram, you were there. even when he would try to escape you in his sleep, you were there. he could barely last ten seconds sinking into the thought of you. if you let him sink into the reality of you, jungkook would cease to exist.

jungkook groaned, throwing back his head. he thought he would be fine and perfectly content with your instagram and your daily occurrence in his dreams (sexual or not), but you just had to show up at this party— held by your best friend. how was he supposed to know you guys were best friends? now he was actually waiting for the real you and he could feel himself going mad. he wasn’t sure he could keep his hands to himself and he could already feel the consequences of his future actions creeping up on him—

“who bought that for you?”

his ears twitched.

his heart lunged and his eyes found yours in an instant. but jungkook’s always had a wandering eye.

his eyes almost instantly fell to your body, trailing over your exposed cleavage in your white dress, and then dropping to the high slit on your left thigh, almost exposing your crotch. you were some type of angel for sure.

he was fucked.

jungkook was fucked the moment he met you; the moment he spent over an hour scrolling through countless instagram accounts to find yours; the moment he couldn’t dream of his own future without you showing up; and the moment he began to pray you showed up in his dreams every night before bed.

he was fucked because he feared once he had a hold on you, he would never be able to let go.

a man’s logic.

“my dad,” jungkook finally replied, pulling himself together. “he decided i needed a car— because i run 24/7. and there definitely cannot be a cheaper and better car than a mercedes benz.”

his sarcastic tone made you smile.

“that’s cute,” you smiled.

it went silent.

“do you need a ride?”

“don’t you have a girlfriend?” you rebutted with a smirk. truthfully, part of you didn’t care about his answer. you were an addict in front of a line of coke. you would get what you wanted one way or another.

“ha,” he chuckled, lowering his head in what you thought was shame. your question put jungkook on the spot. and you knew cheaters never worked well when put on the spot. but jungkook looked up with a wincing smile and corrected you, “she’s not my girlfriend.”

oh.

“we’re… complicated.”

now, jungkook wasn’t sure that choyeon would’ve given you the same answer. they weren’t together, but she acted as if they were. and he didn’t make much of an effort to correct her. so, he guessed he was still guilty. but he only felt guilty to a certain extent. he’d already chosen feeling guilty about hurting choyeon rather than missing an opportunity to get what he dreamed of.

what he fucking craved.

the sound of your heels getting closer to him kissed jungkook out of his thoughts. oh, you seduced him: the feeling of your manicured fingers gently grabbing hold of his chin and slowly lowering his clouded eyes to yours.

you whispered, “how complicated?”

jungkook held his breath for a second or two. how complicated were they? well, he knew they were complicated enough for him to forget about her in your presence and only remember her when you asked him to. however, they weren’t complicated enough for them to not be in some sort of a relationship.

but he decided it didn’t matter. when it came to you, she didn’t matter. he realised how beautiful your eyes looked under the moonlight. they glistened with the false innocence jungkook knew would ruin him. after all the nights of imagined panting, moaning and fucking and mornings of bitter reality, post-clarity and cum-stained sheets, jungkook burned for your touch.

fuck, he could almost taste you.

as if you could read his thoughts, your awaiting finger finally fell onto the his plump bottom lip, sweetly kissing the man out of his stupor. your eyes left his and fell to where your finger slowly traced across jungkook’s soft, pink receipt of kisses.

that’s when his lips parted, and he whispered, “as complicated as you want.”

at his answer, your distracted eyes flickered back up to his awaiting, hooded eyes. that’s when you, too, realised how dangerous your infatuation had gotten. just the sight of those buttered chestnut eyes and the intoxicating feel of his slow exhales on your skin forced you into a reality where you lacked even the smallest control over your own body. but, even more dangerous, was how little you cared about the way you drowned in his presence. but then again, you never did learn how to swim.

you smiled, letting your hands fall back to your sides.

“i’ll take that ride.”

𖥻 GONEGIRL

the ride back to yours was almost silent, only filled with random whispers of directions coming from jungkook’s gps system. the voiced map directed him to your address and, yet, everything else pointed his eyes to you.

jungkook took a glance at you. he watched you; he watched you with your elbow propped up onto the rolled-down window, relaxed upper body peeking out into seoul’s night. he saw how you leaned further into the wind licking at your cheeks when he pressed on the gas, a hint of a smile wavering across your partially hidden face. he watched you in the silence, accepting his loud need— his loud need for you.

and he didn’t even know you. but jungkook couldn’t seem to find the rational sense to care. he knew you were a ‘stranger’ but, fuck, you’d overwhelmed his entire existence. you had damned him to the crucifying point where he actually felt the need to breathe you— to accept every single inch of you into his being— and he had no idea why. even as he glanced in your direction for the hundredth time, he couldn’t dare try to understand how you’d done this to him.

once again, as if you could read his thoughts, your head turned, lost eyes running over the lavender lights in the car. and like a key, your wandering eyes pierced his and locked his gaze onto yours.

“you’ve arrived at your destination,” the gps announced, breaking the exchanged glance. jungkook turned back to the road, and you turned back to seoul’s night.

“mm, just here,” you hummed, pointing to an empty parking spot in front of the tall apartment complex. maybe it was just human curiosity, but you found yourself mesmerised by the way he smoothly slotted the benz into the empty space.

fuck, everything he did was hot.

the sound of the engine’s hum softening into a quiet mew reminded jungkook of the anticipation clawing at his skin. it clouded his senses. but when his eyes flitted back onto you, yours were already on his.

he watched your lips part, and stilled as your next whisper left a trail of wet kisses across his mind.

“come up with me.”

𖥻 GONEGIRL

“thanks,” you started, slotting your key into auburn door’s lock. turning to catch a glimpse of jungkook’s dewy eyes behind his black locks, you smiled and continued, “for the ride.”

jungkook’s lips quirked into the same lopsided grin from earlier. “you’re welcome,” he replied.

it was silent again.

with those hidden eyes still on yours, jungkook’s tongue slipped past his lips, running over his bottom lips. your gaze dropped to the pink tongue flitting across those pink, pillowy lips of his, and you sunk. those lips forced you into a familiar daydream where all that mattered was letting your tongue glide across his bottom lip until you slipped in, fucking his tongue with yours— tasting jungkook.

you needed a taste.

you glanced back up into his prolonged stare. then your hands were falling from the keys in the door, fingers smoothing across the nape of his neck and cheek, and tugging his lips down to yours. but jungkook’s hands were already cradling your hips, touch-starved fingers pressing into your sides, as his lips met yours first.

it was a gentle yet deep peck. a peck was quick: it allowed jungkook to draw back for two crucial seconds and let his clouded vision run over your expression. alluring eyes looked up into his gaze and jungkook could finally see it: your mutual desperation, the hunger, and the torture. it was all he needed to see before his finger was tilting your chin up once more, and his lips were taking you in.

from brushing his tongue past yours to savouring the taste of alcohol on your tongue, jungkook sunk into the taste of you. but he didn’t know if he could go any longer without sinking into you. his hand left your waist cold, fingers fumbling with the keys in the door and failing miserably. “no,” you rushed, lips barely leaving his. “turn them to the right.”

after hearing the click of your stubborn door unlocking, you were all over each other again. you stumbled into your apartment, hand quickly muddling with the light switch, with jungkook hurrying after you, tossing your keys and his suffocating jacket aside.

his daring fingers smoothed over your ass, kneading the soft, clothed skin, before lifting you to his hips. a deep hum of approval rumbled against your lips as your legs wrapped around him. but, in this position, your little dress had ridden up, exposing a white thong snug to your weeping slit. and who on earth would jungkook be if he didn’t cop a feel?

lifting you up once more to adjust his arm, the tips of jungkook’s fingers slipped under the white lace, fingers grazing across your supple ass. feeling his fingers inch closer to your needy cunt, your breath hitched and the dull stir in your core began to hum, itching for more than a simple touch.

and, as if he could read your mind, your breath was forced from you, head falling onto the lush cushions on your sofa. wafts of mint invading your senses, your hazy eyes took in how beautiful jungkook looked above you— like it was where he was meant to be. and he realised the same, the apartment’s warm and amber lights cascading through his locks and clouding the irises of your tempting eyes.

in that still second, both you and jungkook came to a silent agreement. your dreams couldn’t compare to reality.

“you’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

you blinked. you knew you were beautiful— of course— but hearing the phrase trickle out of jungkook’s pretty mouth felt…different. your eyes followed his as his gaze fluttered across your face, brows furrowing as if he were in awe.

“kiss me,” you begged, and he obeyed.

greedy, jungkook’s kisses were everywhere— on your swollen lips, before tumbling down your jaw to the middle of your neck, littering a trail of bruising hickeys. and you couldn’t do anything but moan, whimper, and sink into his sweet touch.

“oh, fuck,” you whined, head tilting back into the plush sofa. your fingers pushed through the thick rift of hair at the nape of his neck, tugging on it. but you never would’ve expected such a pathetic moan to leave his throat, rumbling into the sweet spot right above your collarbone. you paused. his moan echoed in your mind— a repeating succulent sound. so, you tugged a little harder, relishing in how he muffled a guttural whimper into the base of your neck, “mmf, fuck”. but then his hips began to move against yours, revengeful, and you realised how fucked you were— and would be.

jungkook had a bulge that made you wonder; wonder how he crammed that shit into his boxers; wonder how he lived a seemingly normal life with it; and wonder how he would struggle to cram that cock into your sopping mess of a cunt. so, as he ground down against your erect clit, your hips bucked up into his fucking, eager to measure the sheer size of the hidden dick. “oh, please,” you whined, thoughts stained by the way he licked a hot stripe across your ear’s helix, boner perfectly smushing down against your clit.

bruising lips barely touching yours, half-lidded eyes cruelly watched as you rode up into his clothed cock and stuttered moans so pathetic your cheeks burned, glazed eyes brimming with tears. he was already fucking you so good, and he hadn’t even touched your bare pussy yet.

oh, jungkook ruined you. with a hand trailing down your heated sides, he sent your body into a rabid heat, his touch only licking the wet flame ruining your ability to think. and when his hand finally cupped your leaking cunt, thumb circling over your pulsing clit, you were already begging pitiful whimpers. “please, please, please—”

“___?”

your bodies stilled.

a voice that was not yours or jungkook’s echoed throughout the apartment, piercing the thick haze that’d swallowed your minds whole. you blinked, stare slowly lowering to jungkook’s stunned stare that was already on you. his doe eyes wrinkled into a smile as his lips pursed into an awkward grin. the cringe was evident on his face; he was a grown adult getting caught with his hand deep in the cookie jar.

jungkook’s head slowly raised and turned, peeking over the sofa to see your intruder and his cockblock. then he froze. still hidden from the eyes of your cockblock, you eyed his expression, confused on why remained still, eyes wide, lips pursed and ears burning red.

who was it?

begrudgingly, you shuffled out of jungkook’s caging arms, propping yourself up on your elbows, and looked over the sofa, ready to kick out your cockblocking neighbour. but who you saw wasn’t an unfortunate neighbour you could just dismiss. in fact, the person you saw made you the unfortunate neighbour because there your best friend stood, mouth agape and only a foot into the apartment.

“oh, fuck. well, um. oh wow,” jennie blubbered, feet awkwardly wobbling over the door’s threshold. now, drunk jennie didn’t have the best memory but she could’ve sworn she’d warned you about jungkook’s relationship status. so, as you watched the cogs turn in her head, her brows furrow and her eyes squint, darting between the both of you, all you could do was blink and smile.

“…what the fuck?”

gg: ‘slowburn?’ - fini

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook ff #jungkook fic #bts smut #bts ff #jungkook recs #jungkook imagine #bts fanfic #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #jjk smut #smut recs #🌟: angel’s fics

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hihimissamericanbi · 3 months

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FAVE HP SMUT CREATORS

Ever since I got that lovely anon asking for the best smut I've ever read, it got me thinking about some of my favorite smut creators in general.

So here is a very non-exhaustive list of fan-fucking-tastic smut writers and artists I've come across in the HP fandom that weren't mentioned (shamefully) in my last batch. Feel free to add to the list! We must keep the people fed.

xoxo go take a sip of cold water girl

WRITERS

@spookymoonie

Lord Espooky came into this fandom guns a-blazing with their kink headcanon a day for Wolfstar and it has spiraled from there. They GET IT. He has a super well-organized masterlist pinned to his tumblr ft tons of different kinks, fic lengths, scenes, etc. Go. Now.

@fiveht

The definition of IYKYK. Daddy kink isn't super my thing, but Five makes me enjoy it. If you vibe with age gap daddy Remus and pretty boy Sirius, their Adore series is a must-read. They also have a stellar A/B/O Wolfstar fic plus podfic and write some Marvel too!

@greenvlvetcouch

An absolute legend in this fandom. Wolfstar, Jeggy, Rosekiller. Gritty, chewy, embodied sex.

@emeryhall

Emery writes sex the way some people breathe. Like it's just part of the narrative. It's SO punchy. And also she is the queen of Crack Smut.

@kaaaaaaarf

Patron saint of Wolfstar hatefucks. mic drop.

@cancerravenclaw

We snagged MK over to Wolfstar from the clutches of Dramione. Her series "mk's kink exposé" could also be called "celine's kink exposé." I'll just leave that there.

@wolfpants

Everything they create is magic, but they are especially known for rare pairs and Dronarry.

WRITERS AND ARTISTS

@aspiring-artist-em

The queen of Lesbian Wolfstar. Both art and fic. Also queen of humiliation and pain kink and Walburga psychological trauma. ye be warned.

@upthehillnsfw / @upthehillart

I am afraid no one is ready for this art. Truly. Tons of different ships, positions, acts. I gasp every time. And their Pansmione fic is epic (which I have talked about before).

ARTISTS

@industrations

I highly recommend getting on Indi's Patreon so you can enjoy their NSFW drawings, mostly Wolfstar and Jegulus, occasional Rosekiller. Too many iconic moments to count.

@waxingrunes

The officially-sponsored artist of Five's Adore series. Look, their work is nothing short of indulgent. Shhhh don't worry about the physics just let it happen. And by It I mean Remus' big dick hands.

@basiatlu

By beloved. The one. The only. Bosh's drawings are so ALIVE. They leap off the screen. Her Drarry is nothing less than iconic. She also dabbles in other characters/ships like Wolfstar and Blackcest. Siriusly, you can't go wrong.

DRARRY SMUT

OKAY, Drarry people. There are so so many excellent Drarry smut writers it is impossible to name them all. Here are but a tiny handful I have pulled from my bookmarks. I'm happy to rec specific fics if asked :)

@cavendishbutterfly, @bixgirl1, @l0vegl0wsinthedark, @shiftylinguini, @kbrick, @fluxweeed, @academicdisasterfic

I'm tagging those other creators from older asks because I can't put this list out there without them on it <3

@crushofdoves @we-are-swearwolves @tenthousandyearsx @theresthesnitch @lqtraintracks Quietlemonhush @cuddlebugsirius

#celine spills #celine's library #smut recs #hp smut #wolfstar smut #drarry smut #jegulus smut #HI FRIENDS i love you all #celine's flirting again #fic recs #hp fic recs #fan art #hp fanart #wolfstar art #drarry art #jegulus art

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animasola86 · 4 months

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Spicy Oneshots Recommendations

A list of smutty oneshots I recommend you to read while I'm on my holiday break! (Links go to their respective tumblr posts, unless stated otherwise! Please also check out their other works, I would link all of them but the list would never end!)

Fair warning: There's spice below, read at your own risk (but do yourself a favor and do read those amazing oneshots)!

For the Seb lovers:

(f!mc/reader edition)

The Mess by @sunnyrealist

Tethered by @morelikeravenbore

Memory Lane by @cuffmeinblack

Fever In The Morning by @happyaccidentsonly

The Solution by @applinsandoranges

Free Use by @writeslikeanaria

Dolled Up / Scribner's desk by @frenziedfireworks

Where we belong by @just-another-fanfiction-writer

I'm going to fucking ruin you / Louder, I want them to hear you / "Shut your mouth!" - "Make me!" by @little-emerald-snake

It’s my thigh or nothing by @slytherinsallows

Fissured Composure by @anto-pops

When it rains / A different kind of key by @sebastianswallows

Five Minutes by @sebswebs

Slytherin Green by @thenerdykneazle

My Sleep Remedy by @festivalsofmargot

💚💛

(m!mc/reader edition)

Hufflesmut / Risky Business / Locker Room by @terminallybrainrot / @parselmouthedmelinae

Perfect Places by @remus-levioso

Slythersmut (unnamed oneshot) by @remus-levioso

💚❤️

For the Seb + Garreth sandwich lovers:

(f!mc/reader edition)

where there's smoke, there's firewhiskey (AO3) by @shadowtriovibes

Let's take turns (AO3) by @blueraineshadows

Dare-aoke Night (AO3) by @pheexblack

❤️

For the Garreth lovers:

A Halloween party... and after (AO3) by @amberlide

I could have listed so many more, but for now these are all I could think of (and find in my favs and reading lists, and there are still so many that I haven't read yet, I'm so sorry! I shall use my break to read all the fics I saved for later!).

So: Please check out their other works as well!

And while we're at it: if you have recommendations, please feel free to leave a comment and share it with us! Thank you!

#hogwarts legacy smut #sebastian sallow smut #garreth weasley smut #smut recs #smut recommendation #fanfic recommendation #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy

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averyaddamsromance · 2 months

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AGED-UP CHARACTERS

Appreciation post for the fanfic of the moment - yes basically many read it, many talk about it and many are obsessed about it - I am just reporting facts. Probably, it helps that the writer is also one of the most amazing people in our fandom.

We are not at the peak yet but chapter 7 by @thetornadodream was a smashing hit.

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getousatoruu · 6 months

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Sorry for the delay, but it's here now… Most of them are NC-17 and R rated, so read the tags.

One shots (1k-9k)

Incense by cielelyse (E, 6.6k)

“We wanted to know,” says Mimiko, “who between the two of you is the better fighter?” (Or: Satoru tries to prove he's better at close combat, but Suguru has other plans.)

Curiosity Killed the Crush by xBarbarellax (E, 7.5k)

Today was the day. No more chickening out, no more waiting for him to make the first move, no. Today, Hina was going to ask out Gojo Satoru.

all the world’s a stage by ruche

“I don’t deserve to love you,” Suguru offered. It was placid as a temple pond, at odds with all his feelings. His arms went limp at his sides. He smiled again, sweet and hollow. “Right?” Satoru recovered well enough. Intensity seemed to evaporate off of him within a few stiff seconds. “They deserve this, I deserve that,” he said after a beat. “Who died and made you king of the universe? Talk about obnoxious.” Suguru is horny and Satoru makes that Suguru’s problem.

closer to the bone by sanctify (E, 6k)

“How thoughtful of you.” Gojo eventually says as he rests the cuffs on his lap, skimming a finger along the black padding on the inside of one. “I saw that you had added them to your wishlist.” Geto hums, tilting his head in his direction, the sharp amber of his eyes like spools of molten honey. “I hope it wasn’t too forward of me.” This has Gojo burst out into a brief fit of laughter, the bright whites of his teeth showing as he leans forward to lay a hand on Geto’s chest, easy and playful and flirtatious. “I invite you over so I can record you fucking my brains out and post it online, and you think you’re being forward?” Gojo laughs again, a soft pink coloring the curve of his cheeks this time, accentuated by the highlighter he wore.

Thought you were about to get some foreplay with me by SaintOfAthena (E, 5.7k)

See, Gojo Satoru has a problem: there is a frontier that his true feelings cannot breach. When they try to force it, it is only at the cost of their true nature that they are allowed to pass. Consequently, after a mental breakdown due to a pimple that leads to Geto taking care of him, he jumps on the chance to tell him how he feels but things don't go as smoothly as expected.

up the river, we can go slow by Eskarina (E, 5.8k)

Satoru looks ethereal this way—like nothing has ever touched him. Like Suguru couldn’t even touch him if he wanted to. He does want to, eventually; ask Satoru if he’s allowed to leave marks that won’t disappear within the blink of an eye. He doesn’t think they’re quite there yet.

Trials and tribulations of loving Satoru Gojo.

Woozy by Kiboutie (E, 2.5k)

“I have infinity, remember? No one can touch me,” Satoru repeats, before slowly reaching forward and tucking a stray strand of hair behind Suguru’s ear with a wistful sigh. “Unless I want them to.” Alternatively, The one where omega Gojo continues to spend his heat with Getou, even after they've parted ways.

Longer fics (9k+)

4AM by damiselart (E, 10.8k)

Suguru and Satoru's meet cute but it's horny instead.

His **** is What?! by owl_beans (E, 10.1K)

Gojo Satoru did not have a crush on Getou Suguru. They had never even spoken to each other. Satoru was just curious about what neat and polite Getou Suguru was like when he wasn't all buttoned up. The answer was not at all what Satoru expected and even better than he had imagined. To no one's surprise, they hit it off infuriatingly well.

in the eye of the dragonfly by backbones (E, 9.3k)

Suguru first heard about the Six Eyes when he was still a child. Like most children his age, it sounded like a legend, or a fairy tale out of a book—and when he was a teenager, it became more real. Suguru was slated to be a sorcerer, but he still came from a modest clan inside the same village where the Six Eyes was born, and occasionally he would hear little truths: he was a boy of sixteen (like Suguru), he had eyes like the sky (unlike Suguru), or he will be the strongest sorcerer alive (not if Suguru had a say). But— He’s a boy, Suguru thought. He’s a boy. (In which the Gojo clan arranges a marriage between Satoru and Suguru.)

lovesick lullabye by pastelcoloureddreams (E, 18k)

"Satoru, you can't pretend like there's nothing more to us," Suguru appeals, grabbing the crook of Satoru's elbow. That certainly makes Satoru freeze but his eyes remain hard, an impenetrable fortress to the soft and vulnerable boy he knows still lives inside Satoru. "I still love you." "Love? Is that why you left me?"

Slow Hands by megumiblues (E, 12.3k)

Satoru is in desperate need of a massage, so who better to ask than famous masseuse Suguru, who just so happens to be the best friend he’s been in love with for over ten years now?

The Traveller's Song by No_Ir (E, 23.3k)

When it comes, the death of summer is vapid and quiet. It tastes like stale water and smells like memories gone bad in the heat. Nothing mourns it and the air is speckled with bits of seawater that cling to the dampness on the back of his neck. Crickets chirp throughout the night and the bed is too warm to sleep in, so he buries his face into pillows that smell like dust and salt and ignores the stabbing behind his eyes till he can feel the irritating warmth of another day on his back. I miss the sea, he thinks, staring at the familiar outline of the window, palm resting on the friend-shaped dent on his bed. Exhaustion drapes itself over his shoulders and sweat beads like pearls at the roots of his hair. I miss the sea like I miss my friend.

The Future of a Broken Past by dazylein (34.5k, ongoing)

Temporary amnesia due to severe trauma. It’s all the doctor can tell Satoru when he wakes up bloodied and bruised with no ID on him and no fingerprints matching any record. Plagued with the idea that his life must have been meaningless if no one is even looking for him, Satoru finds himself in front of a buddhist temple that proves him otherwise. As the haze around his memories clears, the guesses of who did this to him and why turn muddier and muddier.

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smutrecommendations · 8 months

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Mangaka to Yakuza

#smut recommendation #manga smut #smut manga #smut recs #josei manga #manga edit

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wontontrap · 5 months

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Fast & Loud | 18+

90s Eddie with a goth raver

AU where they won and everything is normal 🥲

This is my first smut, enjoy! ♥

Word count 2.6k

TW: rough sex, choking, manhandling, semi-public sex, hallucinogenic drug use (descriptions of uncomfortable trip symptoms), unprotected sex (fuck responsibly irl folks), mentions of knife play, mentions of gangbanging, mentions of human sacrifice

Middle of nowhere and fucked in the back of a van by the Hawkins Cult Killer. Yet she was the dangerous one.

♰ smut under the cut ♰

Once the charges of '86 were dropped, everyone wanted to see Corroded Coffin live, and every girl with a bad boy fetish wanted to fuck the Hawkins Cult Killer.

Eddie was a lover at heart, and it took him a while to get used to the women who wanted it violent. He retired his handcuff belt a few years ago. It both aged him and made him look kitsch, but he realized now that the past groupies who complimented him on his belt leaned towards the more macabre ways in the bedroom.

He remembers the night a bombshell blonde asked him to put his bowie knife to her throat in the back of the van. She was completely bare with a body like a playboy centerfold. Sick in the head with the wettest pussy he'd ever been in. He came quick that night, railing her hard. It was absolute abuse. He never played dangerous games in the bedroom again but when he was alone at night, or when he was having trouble finishing with a partner, he'd remember it. It always made him wonder if he was really the terrible person everyone still thought he was.

He eventually tired of the women who asked him and the other band members to sacrifice them, gangbang them, or worse. He quit the music scene and dissolved the band in 1990, after four years of touring the small circuit. They could've been big, but he hated to be thought of that way - to sell out in that way. To sell his soul he worked so hard to save, that others had laid their lives and reputations on the line to protect. He took the money from the two years of touring and bought he and his uncle a real home, allowing Wayne to retire early. He took a respectable job at a local factory and even joined the union.

It was now 1994 and the metal scene was almost non-existent. It had been choked out by the monotonous drone of the grunge era and something called nu-metal was beginning to seep into the zeitgeist. Cobain was gone and labels scrambled to fill the Nirvana void. Some months ago, Eddie received a phone call from someone claiming to be a label scout wanting to discuss rebranding Corroded Coffin to "Corroded", and dampening their sound. He impolitely declined.

There was one new genre that Eddie didn't mind.

Trance.

House.

The music played at raves. It was fast and loud like metal. Booming base and intricate electronic melodies reminding him of the solos he used to play on stage. The more illegal the venue, the better. He loved to lurk within them, a wallflower. The drugs were free, and the people were freer. Tonight he drove all the way to downtown Indianapolis. A large abandoned building in the old coal district.

No one was ever watching the door at these things. He made his way up to the main entrance and heard a hushed toned behind him say, "Do you think that's really him?"

A much harsher but just as hushed tone responded, “You'd think he’d at least change his look. Sad really. How obvious.”

He was used to still being a pariah back home, but hearing that interaction made him feel a moment of deep despondency. Still, he persisted through the crowd, finding the perfect spot to smoke the rest of his cigarettes while feeling the deep base within his chest. He was incredibly lucky to have found another genre as cleansing to him as his first love of metal.

He scanned the dance floor, raves being a perfect place for so-called people watching. His eyes fixated on a young woman dancing atop a metal platform. medium height and black hair dressed in a leather skirt and corset. Already she had his attention. The sleeves of her cropped sweater were torn to shreds, held together by a scattering of safety pins and her torso was somewhat exposed, the corset putting her chest on full display for him. She had on the darkest of makeup, and her hair was gathered into two small buns, chopped up bangs framing her doll-like eyes. She looked liked something out of a corner store comic book, he thought. Her movements were quick and fluid and the flashing lights matching each beat gave the illusion that with each new sound she was magically in a new position.

She was entirely his type. The industrial gothic style reminded him of the metal babes he enjoyed so much back in the day.

She noticed him noticing her. And after a few glances she began to stare at him. He felt exposed somehow and turned his eyes away. He began looking for a path out of the crowd.

She jumped from the platform, jogging over to him. She grabbed his arm and called out “Wait, I know you!"

He turned to face her.

"You're Eddie Munson. You were Corroded Coffin's guitarist. She says with a smile, "I'd know that face anywhere.”

He responds with a crooked smile, bringing his nearly spent cigarette to his lips and taking a final drag. He flattens it between his thumb and forefinger as he begins to answer her, "Listen, you're not one of those-"

"I'm not a true crime groupie," she says, "I swear. I just recognized you from your band. I saw you play in ’89."

“Granted,” she begins again, “I used to dream about that face between my legs."

She laughed now, a bit awkwardly, which he thought was adorable.

He stays silent, letting his eyes do his talking. He scans her body from her cleavage, to her hips, hugged by that poor excuse for a leather skirt, and back up to those bright eyes.

She smiled ever so sweetly at him before saying, "Don't take this the wrong way, but you look lonely. I can fix that."

He watched as she carefully placed a small tab of ecstasy on her tongue.

"Take this" she said, cupping his face in her hands.

She pulled his face to hers and he immediately opened in submission to her kiss. He hadn't tripped in some time, and there was no better time than now. This dark beauty already so down for him. When she pulled away he felt the tab begin to dissolve on his tongue, bitter and electric. She placed a different colored tab on her own and took his hand, leading him to dance.

His tolerance for harder drugs had diminished now that he was practicing the art of the upstanding citizen, rather than the depraved rockstar. In only minutes, the music began to muffle in his ears and his arms and legs began to grow heavy with tingling in his fingers and toes starting to follow. He felt the sweet swell of his cock hardening as she moved her body against his. He was never much for dancing, so he stood there with his head thrown back, basking in the flashing lights. He was only her prop and he was enjoying it. She put his hands where she wanted them, moving them closer and closer to the band of her leather skirt. She was only teasing him before she turned around to face him. She wrapped her leg around his waist and leaned backwards, dipping herself almost to the ground. In a flash, she was now inches away from his face, hands on his chest.

She kissed him again, deep, and he responded in kind. She pulled away from him and took his hand. They threaded themselves carefully through the crowd as she led him out of the venue and into the field of parked cars.

"Where's yours?" she asked, breathlessly.

Eddie tried to get his bearings, the cool night air returning some semblance of coherent thought to his mind, but his whole body still throbbed with ecstasy. He sounded the van's alarm and they soon made their way to the rear doors. He opened them and ushered her into the back. Once inside he fumbled with the latch, the drug she'd slipped him now in full effect. In the enclosed space he began to breathe heavily, and flopped himself on a heap of nearby dusty blankets.

He felt as if he were cooking from the inside out, and he needed to touch himself. He shed his top layers before unzipping his jeans and wrapping his hand around his cock. He sighed in relief. He stroked himself and continued to sigh and hum.

"You sound so sweet, killer." he heard her say.

In his haze he'd forgotten she was there. He turned to find her laid on her stomach, ass up and moving it up and down slowly as her soaking wet cunt swallowed her fingers over and over again. Her heavy boots thrown into the corner, she hadn't taken off her fishnet stockings. Nothing was stopping her from delving her first two fingers into herself through the large holes. No panties, he thought.

In complete drug lust, he crawled over to her and tasted her. She removed her fingers, sighing deeply. She raised her body into a better position, giving him full access to her. He quickly brought her over the edge with his tongue while she let out the most gorgeous moans. She returned the favor in kind, swallowing his cock over and over again until her makeup ran from her doll eyes and he dripped from her chin. Still reeling from the X, he wasn't surprised he was ready to go again so soon. Those damn tights, he thought, as they laid bare her center. They were perfect for him to push right into her, but he couldn't help ripping them from her body.

“Has anyone ever told you,” she starts, “that you are the most beautiful color.”

He stares into her eyes, her blown pupils threatening to overtake those bright irises.

"You sound different than I feel,” he remarks.

"Because I didn't take X,” she says laughing, "I dropped acid."

"Brat", he rasps.

"What're you gonna do about it, killer?" She asks, undoing her corset and tossing it to the side. She gave him the greediest look.

He lifted her hips to his and easily pushed into her soaking wetness. He began a relentless pace.

“Such a sloppy cunt,” he told her.

"Such a sloppy, sloppy cunt for such a gorgeous, gorgeous girl.”

She mewled for him, reaching her hand down to rub her clit.

“You like to fuck criminals?” he asked her, “You like to fuck killers? That turn you on?”

His tone was reprimanding.

“No,” she replied, with a small giggle, “I like to fuck musicians.”

He cracked a smile then and pounded her even harder. She screamed and moaned and somehow wound up on top of him bouncing on his hard cock. She squeezed him hard like this, cumming with a small gush onto his pelvis. His rough hands played with her tits. Her cropped sweater was still on and without the corset it landed just at the swell of them. She leaned forward to grind against him as he continued to pound into her from below, both feet on the floor and back arched for leverage. She came again, shaking.

"Get on your knees for me,” he says.

She obliged him and once in position, he entered her again. With his pants still around his thighs, the metal of his belt made a rhythmic *clink* sound with each hard thrust, grazing the back of her thighs. He noticed when it did, she gave him an extra, more delicate moan. Just like all the rest of them, he thought.

The new position giving him better purchase, he continued to punish her sweet cunt the way she deserved. She showed him her appreciation by gushing again all over the van's carpet, while she screamed obscenities.

He leaned forward and whispered into her ear harshly, “Some mouth on you.”

She nuzzled into the side of his neck then, and he turned her face to his and kissed her deeply once more.

She let herself fall gently forward, rolling over, her legs still spread wide for him. He entered her more slowly this time, wrapping his hand around her neck and giving a small squeeze.

"This alright?" he asks, "You like this shit?"

She gave a small nod of approval before saying, "Do it, killer. Use me up."

At that, he relentlessly pounded her.

Through her loud whines and those mewls again, he asks, "You ever shut your mouth?"

"Shut it for me,” she snaps, and he continues his assault with one hand on her throat, and the other covering her mouth.

It's things like this that always did it for him, and he felt his end approaching. Quickly he pulled out of her and came on her still flushed chest. He continued to stroke his cock, riding out his own orgasm as his drug addled body shook and his brain drenched itself in every pleasure chemical. Below him, she reached her final orgasm by rubbing her swollen clit while looking him dead in the eyes.

Middle of nowhere and fucked in the back of a van by the Hawkins Cult Killer. Yet she was the dangerous one, he thought.

"Do you know what color you are?" she asks him, after a few moments of silence.

"Go on, tell me" he says, as he tucks himself back in.

Legs still spread, fingers ghosting over her sensitive cunt, she says "You're fire, killer. Fiery red, but sometimes you're all orange embers and black ash."

He had to get her out of here. The X threatening to creep up on him again. He didn't think she could take another round, not with what he'd want to do to her now that he'd tested her waters well beyond his imaginings.

The complete surprise of this night began to set in as she sat up to dress herself with what was left of her outfit. No, he could never settle for lackluster head at the edge of the dance floor again.

He intently watched her finish dressing, and immediately after she threw open the van's rear doors. The chilled air ran over him and he put his flannel back on before hopping out and lighting a fresh cigarette. He offered it to her and she took her fill before starting her walk back to the ongoing rave.

"Hey!" he called after her.

She turned around to face him.

"What's your name?"

"Miranda," she says, through that adorable laughter.

"Lemme see it one more time, Miranda.”

She leaned back on the hood of the car next to her, and spread her legs wide. No panties and no stockings now either. She teased him by spreading her pussy for him. He flicked his cigarette onto the ground, and crossed the space between them.

He dropped to his knees and gave her pussy the sloppiest kiss. Soon he was flicking his tongue over her clit while her cunt swallowed his fingers knuckle deep, stopping at his large rings. She shivered at the cold sensation each time.

“You ring so red!” she cried out.

She grabbed a handful of his curls and started to grind on his face. He removed his fingers from her and she heard the distinct sound of his belt being unbuckled. He stood up, cock ready once again. He grabbed her corset at the plunge and ripped it clean in half, revealing her tits to him again. She gasped at the action.

"That's better,” he whispered.

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Request: Hi ,I saw u write for some Disney villains ,would be okay if I request a smut one-shot with Disney jafar? I prefer the animated version.Thanks for your attention

AN: I made this like a pre-Aladdin Jafar (kinda) but hope you like it!! As a pre-warning, there is a bit of a possession kink going on to kinda play with Jaguar’s narcissistic personality. I tried not to go too far into it since it might be triggering for some people but be warned. Love and kisses

It was late at night. The only sounds were the crickets singing and the last of the markets closing for the night. The dwindling smells of night and spices filled the air. No one noticed a rushing figure covering her head as she head to the falls.

You were making your way to see your Jafar, the silk dupatta he gifted you trailing behind you. You wanted to go to him as soon as you saw the message he left an orchid: Come see me, my night.

The orchid, now in your hair, and many like it had been sent to your room since the last time you two saw each other. With you helping your mother in the market and Jafar being in the palace, the times you see each other are few and far between. But now, you were able to sneak away. And so was he, it seems.

The night was cool and quiet. No one knew of your secret spot for each other near the falls. It was a small patch of grass filled with flowers and their perfumes. A small spring fed into the water from over head, making a small waterfall. The night seemed to be painted on the water as you can clearly see the moon and stars. The twinkling of it tempted you to go in.

You sat there, on top of a blanket, watching the waterfall and the movement of the water while nibbling on one of the treats you made for tonight. You were so hyper focused that you didn’t even realize you weren’t alone until a hand rested on your shoulder.

You raised your hand against your presumed attacker but they caught it before you could do anything. “The night is far too dangerous for a delicate flower like you.”

Immediately you recognized the voice. “I was just waiting for someone.”

The man smiled, stepping into the moonlight so you could see his face. His smirk widened. “Hope you weren’t waiting too long, my night.”

You hugged Jafar, your head barely reaching his chest. He held you against him, having missed you as well. You two stayed like that for a moment, relishing in each other’s embrace.

When he sat down, you shared with him everything you’ve done since you last saw you. You told him about your stand and the new food you’re introducing. You talk about your mom and her usual routine. You fed him the treats you made and smiled as he hummed in approval. And he listened the whole time.

He shared with you the things he had been up to; his usual plans to want to be a greater and better man. You always admired his drive to do better. It took him a long time to get to his position and he always wanted to do better.

By the time you both shared, his head was in your lap. You stroked his head as he looked out at the water. “I missed this,” he sighed.

“I missed you,” you whispered back. You thought he had not heard you until he was rising up and kissed you.

“I’ve missed you more, my night.” He kissed you again, only more heated this time. He wrapped his hands around you and brought you to him, not taking his attention from you. He lifted you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.

You both began to undress each other, near tearing the clothes off, and discarded them who knows where. The feel of his skin against yours was intoxicating. You had been dreaming of this feeling since the last time you saw him. Damn it, you wanted him so bad.

As if he read your mind, he laid you down on top of the blanket and lifted your leg as he laid between them. He kissed your lips again. He then started to kiss wherever there was skin.

“My night, my orchid, my love, my dearest,” he whispered between kisses. He trailed down to your breasts, slowly taking his time toying with your nipples. He loved how it made you feel. How you near whimpered whenever he kissed or sucked on them.

You were so beautiful to him. The moonlight hitting you from angles that highlighted your beauty. You looked like an angel to him.

He kept moving further down to come face to face with your pussy. Fuck, you were dripping. He used the pad of his thumb to toy with the entrance, collecting your nectar on it and sampling a taste.

“You taste heavenly, my love,” he smiled. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, keeping them spread. “You have to keep looking at me love, or else I’ll stop. Understand?”

You nodded, moaning at the sight. He licked a long stripe before diving in. You tasted so sweet to him. Must have been all those treats you were making. And his eyes. Those gorgeous dark eyes. They watched your movements; how your mouth hung open whenever he sucked on your clit, how you struggled against the hold he had on you. Your eyes started to flutter close but went back to him when he pulled away.

“Fuck,” you moaned out loud. Your voice was slightly more husky with lust. You felt his lips grow into a smile. He gave you one more kiss to your sensitive clit before backing away slightly. He unwrapped one of your thighs to free a hand. He played with your cunt again with the pad of his thumb. Your hand instinctively went to his wrist, trying to slow down the pressure building inside you.

A dark laugh left his lips before he drew his eyes to yours and stopping his movements. “Do I need to restrain you, naughty girl? Let me do my work.”

You let go of him and he slowly entered a finger into you. He stopped for a moment, allowing you to get used to the stretch before he started to move faster. Fuck, it felt good. The memory of countless nights spent in this hidden spot made you squeeze around him.

“I love how you take my fingers,” he smirked. “Reminds me that you are mine. Aren’t you, princess?” You whimpered instead, the words leaving you at the moment. As the movement of his finger stopped, you came back to yourself. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes! Yes I’m yours.” He nodded, satisfied with his answer before he continued with his movements. He added a second finger as a reward, continuing to pick up the pace. That coil inside you kept wounding up. Your moans and whimpers were more frequent and your breath was heavier.

“J-jafar…”

“I know orchid. You can wait a little longer right? You can do that for me can’t you?” You slowly nodded, your head throwing back as you moaned in pleasure.

“I knew you could. Because you’re such a good girl for me. And all mine. So pretty when I fuck you.” His mouth went back to your clit as he continued to pump his fingers inside you. You couldn’t take it much longer. “Go ahead love. Cum for me.”

Your head threw back as your moans caught in your throat. His fingers continued moving back and forth as you rode out your orgasm. When your body landed back on Earth, you felt like you could breath fully again. Your eyes (not knowing they were even shut) fluttered open to the sight of Jafar licking his fingers. You moaned, getting wet all over again.

“Feeling ok, princess,” he asked, kissing your neck and cheek. You nodded slowly, feeling satisfied. “Good, because I want you ready for round two.”

Your eyes widened. “What,” he laughed. “You thought we were done? Oh no, love…

“We are just getting started.”

#x reader #x y/n smut #x you smut #x Disney character #disney jafar #disney imagine #disney smut #jafar x reader #jafar aladdin #jafar #x reader smut #smut #request #reqs open #request smut #smut requests #smut recs

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Can you recommend any writers for Josh that are the same level good as your fanfictions? <3

Hey so I made a list of jhutch fanfic recommendations a while back!!

All the fics on there are great, 100% on the "same level" as my work (or higher) I LOVE MY MUTUALS!! <3

Since making that list, though, I've started following a lot more jhutch writers, so here's some more people I recommend + my favorite piece(es) of work by them!!

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@starryhutcherson

"No Hablo Español" - a Clapton Davis fic (18+)

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@solarissun

"We are never, ever getting back together" - a Mike Schmidt (& Clapton Davis?) fic (18+)

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@ask-jhutchverse

(Doesn't really write whole fanfics; askbox project. Very silly little blurbs about all of the Jhutch characters living together. My fav is probably this one about Mike)

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@biblio-smia

(Literally just gonna link their masterlist because they have written SO much for Mike Schmidt + some stuff for Clapton that I loveee. I cannot possibly pick one or two)

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@freak-accident419

"Soft Spot" - a Derek Danforth fluff fic <3

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@janitorhutcherson

"Stoner!Mike Headcannons" (Y'all I'm obsessed with the idea of Mike Schmidt smoking I WILL be writing a fic based on this one day) (18+)

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@amentomensmut

"first time for everything" - another stoner Mike Schmidt fic... (obsessed) (18+)

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(To the mutuals I did not @ here, it's probably cuz you're on my old fanfic rec list and I didn't want to bother you with another tag. Still love y'all!!)

#fanfic reccomendation #fanfic masterlist #fic recs #fic reccomendations #josh hutcherson fanfic #josh hutcherson fluff #josh hutcherson smut #josh hutcherson x you #jhutch #josh hutcherson #jhutch1992 #smut fic #smut recs #mike schmidt #derek danforth #clapton davis

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hihimissamericanbi · 3 months

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what’s the best smut you’ve ever read?

I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED. I WAS MADE FOR THIS MOMENT.

Non non you know I can't pick just one/rank my beloveds like that. So I'll throw a few atcha that always come up for me, again and again. If you hang out with me a lot, they probably won't surprise you.

And to any creators I tag who have seen me rec these things over and over again. Hi let's get married.

Mmmmwah! Enjoy! <3

Quebecois by @we-are-swearwolves

Sirius/Logan (Sweater Weather by @lumosinlove), Sirius/Remus

34K words

The first two chapters are the bulk of the smut. Canon ships with consensual/ethical friends fucking, everyone loves each other, porn with GIANT feelings, heeling through sex, exhibitionism.

Scorch by @theresthesnitch

James/Lily/Other

11K words

Devil's threesome. So much consent and enthusiasm and dirty talk. Yes I know I LITERALLY just referenced this fic but I am never getting off Snitch's dick okay don't come for me. Or do heh.

collarbones like a bow, skin an arrow to the heart by @lqtraintracks

NB Gin/Pansy

4K words

"Are you packing, daddy?"

For Queen And Country by Quietlemonhush

Sirius/Remus, James/Regulus

***A/B/O***

6K words

This whole series is one of my all-time faves. Fucking hilarious and hot. There are podfics available too.

i've got diamonds in my eyes (for you) by @crushofdoves

Sirius/Remus

6K words

ALL THE FEELINGS trans joy hot hot hot they are in LOVE. Sirius is Gender. Remus is Besotted.

Keep Your Hands on Me by @tenthousandyearsx

Draco/Harry

21K words

This author and I currently have an adorable meet-cute miscommunication thing going on (hiii <3) so it's extra spicy for that reason alone. Read the tags. You'll know why I recc it :D.

Last but not least:

My own shit!!! :D If I am truly asked to pick my favorite smut ever, I'm going to pick my own stuff. It doesn't get more tailored to one's tastes than that! Don't hate the player hate the game idk.

Many many blessings to you, Non Non, for asking such an important question, for all of humanity, really. We are all indebted to you.

#celine's library #celine spills #non non #bonjour! bonjour! bonjour bonjour bonjour!#marauders smut #smut recs #drarry smut #fic recs #wolfstar smut #ginsy smut #poly smut

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the-smut-analyst · 6 months

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Kinktober 2023: Monster Lovers Edition

A kinky Halloween reading list for all my monster lovin' girlies out there (part 1 of 2)

Hope you enjoyed Part 1 of the Kinktober 2023: Monster Lovers Edition list!

For links to the books mentioned above, simply click on the image!

Disclaimer: images include affiliate links which help me to keep creating content :) I appreciate your support xo

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alienatedtsuki · 7 months

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Dom!Naruto/Sub!Sasuke [Kinktober 2023 Part I]

It's Kinktober, baby! I am not creating anything but recommendations, so let's go. I want to start with one of my favourite tropes in the smut for this pairing, this being - Master/Pet | Dom!Naruto/Sub!Sasuke.

Cumslut by pedosoka Naruto and Sasuke didn't show up for training, and Sakura and Ino go see if everything is okay with their precious Sasuke-kun. Or, Sakura, Ino, and Sai walk in on Sasuke, getting his back blown out by Naruto and his shadow clones. - You read this summary right. There is all I love: Sakura bashing, the use of shadow clones(I probably should add it to my "Oh, how useful are these shadow clones" post), and the Master/pet dymanic. NaruSasu | Master Naruto | pet Sasuke | Sakura bashing | accidental voyeurism | orgy | Naruto uses Shadow Clones | Saying "I love you" is hot | Canon AU (3,237)

Sasuke and his sexual dream Naruto by Skyheaven @0skyheaven0 This is a fantastic trilogy of relationship development between our boys, where Naruto is top and Sasuke is bottom. They investigate the darker side of Naruto in the last fic with full-blown Dom!Naruto and Sub!Sasuke. They are deeply in love with each other, so Porn With Feelings.

Take my virginity away by Skyheaven @0skyheaven0 Growing up in a homophobic household, Sasuke never got to experience any romantic or sexual connection. Now that he's an adult, he's afraid no one would want a complete virgin like him. Through an app he finally meet someone who sparks his interest and agrees to rid Sasuke of his cursed virginity to give him the courage to start his real life, his sex life. Shock hits him though when on the other side of the door stands no one other than his old classmate and rival Naruto. - Sasuke is 26 years old, gay and virgin. He wants to get rid of his virginity, and fate gives him Naruto to be his first. As I mentioned earlier, this is NaruSasu only. There are mentions of the use of toys. Basically, this fic is quality first-time fanfic. (Consent is hot as hell.) NaruSasu | First time | light Dom/Sub | Cum eating | light Spanking | Fluff and Smut | Porn With Feelings | Modern AU (15,730)

Steal all that I am by Skyheaven @0skyheaven0 Three times that Naruto stole Sasuke's control over his own body, turning him into a horny, submissive, dirty mouth and three times Naruto stole Sasuke's heart, making him stronger, weaker and a whole lot happier. - It's a fantastic continuation of the first fic with a deep dive into their relationship with amazing smut (they delve deeper into their kinks). NaruSasu | moderate Dom/Sub | Cum eating | Spanking | Rimming | Dildos | Fluff and Smut | Porn With Feelings | Modern AU (12,953)

Tonight I'm yours by Skyheaven @0skyheaven0 Sasuke is devastated from an explosive meet with his homophobic parents. Luckily, his boyfriend Naruto shows him his bag of toys to improve the mood. - Full-blown Dom!Naruto/Sub!Sasuke play, healthy BDSM relationship. Naruto is so passionate in this role, and Sasuke submits so beautifully for details read the tags. (I love the part where Sasuke is coming out, and this isn't a fairy tale but a harsh reality and how Naruto helps Sasuke to process his feelings. I will focus on these smut rec posts, mostly on smut reviews. I am sorry if I don't describe the plot that much.) NaruSasu | Dom/Sub | Rough Sex | Bondage | Face-Fucking | Nipple Play | Rimming | Sex Toys | Dildos | Size Kink | Spanking | Creampie | Fisting | Fluff and Smut | Porn With Feelings | Modern AU (15,202)

Enough by IvvyMoon (blue_jack) What lengths will Naruto go to in order to give Sasuke what he needs? - This author is a master, no pun intended, in writing Sub/Dom smut. This is just exceptional. There are so many complicated feelings in this session, but how full of passion this is... It's just a must-read for this smut section. Also, check out the Master/pet NOT finished fic Sasuke, My Pet. NaruSasu | Dom/Sub | public Blow Jobs | Sex Toys | Impact Play | Nipple Play | Spanking | Blindfolds | Porn With Feelings | Angst | Modern AU (11,345)

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