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yeonmuse · 3 months ago

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˗ˏˋSUMMARY ´ˎ˗ Park Sunghoon doesn’t usually like getting close to new people, but when a little girl shows up to his place of work in need of skating lessons he finds himself getting oddly close to her older sister. Now he’s starting to realize himself developing some uncontainable feelings while having to teach not only her little sister to skate, but her as well.

ᥫ᭡ f!reader x Park Sunghoon ── 𝒢enre. Uni au. fluff, non idol enha. feats. ot7 [reqs are closed] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary ⛸️

ૢ CASTING ༉ ot7 Enhypen. THE GANG ot9 andteam, lesserafim chaewon, katseye manon. READERS FRIENDS boynextdoor woonhak, boynextdoor leehan, blackswan fatou, loona jinsoul, theboyz chanhee, txt yeonjun, pamalaaam as mari. HONORABLE MENTIONS theboyz sunwoo, soloist alexa.

⍣ �� AUTHORS NOTES . This is part of admins Enhypen University Special Event. This series also has slight connections to every series in said event so occasionally characters from the other members chapters may appear in this series as well.

TAGLIST IS CLOSED❕ 🏷️ | SERIES PREVIEW

ღ GENRE smau & written parts, fluff|slight angst, acquaintance to lovers, non idol enhypen, university enha, crack tweets & texts. 3rd person reader pov

CHARACTER PROFILES › ENHA & FRIENDS | READER & FRIENDS | HONORABLE MENTIONS

1 › prince of the ice

2 › let’s go bears

3 › UOA vs DVU

4 › take this L

5 › aint no party like a yeonjun party

6 › fuck you sim jaeyun and nishimura riki

7 › park sunghoon

8 › jinsouls shayla

9 › I’m sorry

10 › you did what ??

11 › case of the stolen teammates

12 › three thousand dollars

13 › @/princeoftheice followed you !

14 › failed ransom

15 › the zamwhati?

16 › according to google 🤓☝️

17 › am i literally stupid ?

18 › should I flea the country ?

19 › im cooked

20 › soft hands

21 › swimmin with the fishes

22 › snowed in

23 › Fuck you mother nature

24 › sweatpea?

25 › skate night

26 › yn and sunghoon sitting in a tree

27 › place your bets

28 › im so screwed

29 › this isnt a kdrama

30 › happy soobin day

31 › nurse shes out again

32 › mr lonely and the girl with infinite homework

33 › you like krabby patties don’t you squidward

34 › wonder about you

35 › ice cream you scream we’re all screaming

36 › jealously jealousy

37 › the club is calling

38 › liquid courage

39 › dont fuck this up

40 › sweater weather

41 › bitchless activities

42 › ending: Merry Christmas

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madamechrissy · 2 months ago

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I'm gonna do a list of ALL the current WIPS I have, and when they should be coming so you all have an idea (and avoid any update questions - also ty for everyone being so supportive of my crash out hehe!) These aren't EXACT as life happens, but a good idea of all I'm working on simultaneously!

Escort! Satoru the (escort Gojo x CEO reader) miniseries - part five will be out 4/15!

Arranged Husband Sylus Full longgg oneshot will be out around 4/16-4/17 for his birthday!! (Sylus from LADS x reader) taglist still open!

Baby You're No Good - final parts- (clan leader Geto arranged marriage) the the sad end will be out 04/15- sad end likely the next week!

Took you Like a Shot - part four should be out around the weekend of 04/20 - (perfect for fratboy Gojo lol) I think I will have one more part after this. Taglist closed <3

Pour it Up - Stripclub owner Sukuna x Stripper reader- FINAL chap (omggg) will be coming out some time next week! I want to give them a perfect ending!!

Losing Control Now - (mob Gojo x bartender reader) I've hit a snag/lack of inspo sorry this one is taking a little bit! I'm thinking when I finish Pour it up the inspo will hit :')

So with three stories ending this will free me up for more of :

Just Friends!? (nerdjo x popular reader) chap 4 and Baby You're a Star (pornstar Satoru x shy reader) chap3 - So expect them to be a little more focused relatively soon after. (I did very fast updates on these) I always do previews so keep your eyes out for those too! Taglists on them are closed as they're very long

No one likes Dr. Hojo really hehe, so I get to do those whenever I want lmao probably a month IDK - that's my slowest updating fic fyi and I also have Nanami and Toji projects, but I'm finishing the others first.

So now that you all see the INSANE amount of fics I'm consistently writing I hope it makes sense to wait two to three weeks per chapter as I'm updating almost daily. So please be patient!!!

#current wips #too many wips lol #sukuna x reader #suguru x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #timeline for updatesss

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mrs-delaney · 24 days ago

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2 AM Confessions

🍻📱 Request: joe drunk texting at 2am—wyd? u up?—she ignores it… so he shows up anyway 🥴💌

🏈 Joe Burrow x Reader | 2k words

💬🔞 warning: flirty 2am texts, unresolved feelings, and sex that might ruin your life a little (in a good way)

author’s note: i’m deep in the next chapter of hide (and joe’s pov for behind the lens is coming along too 👀), but i’m still making time to work through the requests in my inbox. love y’all, mean it 💛

📚 read my masterlist

🎤🏈 read Hide — two people, two careers, and one very complicated kind of love

💌 want to be the first to know when new stories drop? join the taglist for updates, previews, and more. ✨

The buzzing of your phone on the nightstand cuts through the quiet of your apartment. You glance at the clock—2:17 AM—then at the screen lighting up with Joe's name.

You up?

You stare at the message, your heart doing that stupid flutter thing it always does when his name appears. You've been avoiding this. Avoiding him. The silence after he left your place Thursday night wasn't an accident—it was self-preservation.

Your phone buzzes again.

Miss you

Then again.

Why didn't you text me back the other night?

And again.

Coming over. Need to see you.

Panic floods your system. You scramble out of bed, rushing to the bathroom mirror. Your hair is a mess from lying down, and you're wearing an old, oversized, grungy t-shirt. You try to fix your hair without making it obvious that you've fixed it, then quickly change into a cute, matching set—soft cotton shorts and a fitted tank top. You grab your perfume and spray it on your wrists and neck, then pause, realizing you're putting in effort you said you wouldn't, but there's no time to second-guess yourself now.

The knock on your door comes twenty minutes later.

You take a breath, wait a few seconds so you don't seem too eager, then open the door to find Joe leaning against the frame. He's not stumbling drunk, just looser than usual—hair slightly messed up, eyes a little unfocused but still very much him.

"You can't just show up here, Joe."

"You weren't answering." Matter-of-fact, like this explains everything.

"I was asleep." The lie comes easily.

"No, you weren't. Your light was on." He looks past you into the apartment.

You both know he's right.

"Can I come in?"

You don't respond verbally, just step back and open the door wider. He walks past you, and you close the door carefully, buying yourself a second to breathe. The space suddenly feels smaller with him in it.

He turns to look at you once he's inside, taking in the apartment like he's cataloging details. Neither of you moves to sit down. The silence stretches, awkward and charged.

"Why didn't you text me back?"

He's not bothering with small talk.

"You're drunk, Joe. I don't want to do this with you right now."

"I'm not that drunk."

"I left your place Thursday night and haven't heard from you since," he continues, not letting you deflect. "That's not... that's not how this usually goes."

"I needed space."

"Space from me?" His voice goes quieter, more vulnerable.

You cross your arms defensively. "It's getting complicated, Joe. This was supposed to be easy."

"So you need space because you caught feelings?" His tone is slightly challenging, a little harsh.

The question hangs in the air like an accusation. Your heart pounds because he just said what you've been trying not to admit.

"What if I did?" you ask, turning it back on him, making him answer first.

Joe runs his hand through his hair, the alcohol making him bold enough to ask, but your response puts him on the spot. A beat of silence as he processes, then:

"I didn't ask you to."

The words hit harder than he meant them to. You feel your face change instantly—hurt, then anger.

"You know what? This is done."

You're already moving toward the door, done with this conversation after he just shut you down when you were finally being honest.

"Wait, don't... can we just..." He takes a step toward you, panic creeping into his voice as he realizes he's about to lose something important. "I fucked that up."

You stop, but don't turn around; your hand is still on the door handle. "Yeah, you did. And I don't want to be on the roster anymore."

The word choice—"roster"—cuts deep because it's exactly right. You're calling out the casual rotation, the lack of commitment, and Joe feels like you punched him.

"You're not on the roster. You ARE the roster," he says, his voice rough with honesty. "There hasn't been anyone else in weeks."

You freeze with your hand still on the door. That's not what you expected him to say. It changes everything and nothing all at once.

"For weeks," you say slowly, finally turning to look at him. "What about tomorrow? Next month?"

You're asking for commitment he might not be ready to give, asking him to define what you are, what this means beyond just being the only one right now.

"I don't know." His voice is quieter now, more vulnerable. "It's been a long time since I've done this."

He's not just talking about relationships, but about caring this much. About having something to lose. About being out of his depth, because this actually means something.

"I get that," you say, and you do. "But I can't be in limbo while you figure it out."

The clarity of that statement hits him. You're not being unreasonable—you're protecting yourself. You understand why he's uncertain, but you won't sacrifice yourself for it.

"I know I don't want to lose you," he says finally. "But I don't know what that means yet."

"That's still not enough, Joe." You're exhausted by this whole conversation. "I need more than 'I don't want to lose you.' I need to know this isn't just you telling me what you think I want to hear because it's 2 AM and you want a quick fuck."

The brutal honesty of that accusation makes him feel like you slapped him. You're calling out exactly what you're afraid this is—manipulation for sex.

"That's not what this is," he says, defensive but hurt. "If I just wanted a quick and easy fuck I wouldn't be having this conversation. If that's what this was, I wouldn't have dropped the roster weeks ago."

"So what happens now?" you ask, putting the ball back in his court. He's made his defense, now what's he actually going to do about it?

"I don't know," he admits, the fight going out of him. "Can we just... take it one day at a time?"

He steps closer to you, reaching for you. "Can I stay? We can figure the rest out tomorrow."

"This is exactly what I'm talking about, Joe. You can't just—"

"I came here because I couldn't sleep thinking about you," he interrupts, his voice raw with exhaustion and honesty. "I don't have the right words to say right now, but that's the truth."

The simplicity of it hits harder than any flowery speech. He's not trying to charm his way out, just telling you the truth. He reaches for you again, more tentatively this time. "Please let me stay."

The vulnerability in that "please" cracks something open in you. Joe doesn't beg, but this feels like begging. After the emotional back-and-forth, after his raw honesty, you can't find words.

So you close the distance between you, stepping into his reach.

Your actions give him the answer your words couldn't. His arms wrap around you immediately, and the relief in both your bodies is palpable. All that tension finally breaking.

"You smell good," he murmurs into your hair, taking you in after holding you close.

After a few moments of just breathing together, of small touches and the shift from comfort to awareness of each other's bodies, he pulls back slightly to look at your face.

"Come on," he says softly, taking your hand and tugging gently toward the hallway.

You follow without question the unspoken agreement that this is what you both want. The walk to your bedroom is quiet, just the sound of your footsteps and the anticipation building between you.

Once you reach the bedroom, there's a beat of uncertainty. The emotional vulnerability you just shared hangs in the air, making this feel different than your usual hookups. More meaningful.

You reach for him first, your hands sliding up under his t-shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin. He's still for a second, then helps you pull the shirt over his head.

Your fingers trace along his chest, and he lets out a quiet breath. His hands find your waist, thumbs brushing against the soft cotton of your tank top.

"This okay?" he asks, voice low.

You nod, reaching for the hem of your own shirt. He watches as you pull it off, his eyes taking you in like he's memorizing this moment. When his hands finally touch your bare skin, you both exhale at the same time.

The kissing starts slow, tentative, almost careful, but builds quickly. His mouth moves to your neck, finding that spot that makes you gasp, and your fingers tangle in his hair.

"Missed this," he murmurs against your throat. "Missed you."

Your response gets lost in a soft moan as he guides you back toward the bed. The mattress hits the back of your knees, and you sit down, pulling him with you.

He settles between your legs, hands skimming up your sides, relearning your body like it's been months instead of days. When you arch into his touch, he groans low in his chest.

"Fuck, baby."

His hands are everywhere—your ribs, your back, tangling in your hair as he kisses you deeper. You can taste the alcohol on his tongue, feel the slight tremor in his hands that gives away how much he wants this.

You hook your fingers in the waistband of his sweats, tugging them down along with his boxers. He kicks them off impatiently, then reaches for your shorts.

"These too," he says, voice rough.

You lift your hips so he can slide them off, and when you're both finally naked, he pauses to look at you. His chest is rising and falling heavily.

"Come here," you whisper, pulling him down to you.

The first touch of skin against skin makes you both gasp. He settles his weight on you carefully, like he's afraid you might disappear.

He reaches between you, fingers sliding through your wetness, and curses under his breath. "Fuck."

You're about to respond when he pushes one finger inside you, then two, stretching you slowly. Your back arches off the bed, a soft whimper escaping your lips.

"That's it," he murmurs, thumb circling your clit as his fingers work. "Just like that, baby."

The tension builds quickly, your body responding to his touch like it always does. But when you're close, he pulls his hand away, ignoring your frustrated whine.

"Want to be inside you when you come," he says, positioning himself at your entrance.

He pushes in slowly, both of you breathing hard as he fills you completely.

"Shit," he groans, forehead dropping to your shoulder. "You feel fucking good."

He starts moving, deep and slow, each thrust deliberate. Your nails dig into his back as you meet his rhythm, the friction building between you.

"Harder," you gasp, and he complies immediately, his hips snapping against yours with more force.

"Look at me," he says, voice strained. When your eyes meet his, something shifts. This isn't just sex anymore. It's something else entirely.

You feel yourself getting close, that familiar heat building low in your belly. "Joe, I'm—"

"I know," he cuts you off, reaching between you to rub tight circles over your clit. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel it."

The orgasm hits you hard, your body clenching around him as pleasure washes over you. He follows seconds later, his rhythm faltering as he spills inside you with a low groan.

You both lie there afterward, breathing heavily, his weight comforting against you. After a moment, he shifts to pull out, then collapses beside you, pulling you against his chest.

"We're gonna have to talk about this tomorrow," he says quietly, his voice still rough from exertion.

You laugh softly against his chest. "You're right."

Neither of you says anything else for a while, just lie there in the quiet darkness, both knowing that something has shifted between you. Maybe you still don't have all the answers, but this—whatever this is—feels like a beginning.

#joe burrow #joe burrow fanfic #joe burrow fanfiction #joe burrow fluff #nfl fanfic #nfl fan fic #nfl fanfiction #joe burrow smut #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow x you #nfl x reader #nfl x you #joey b #joe burrow x y/n #Spotify

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alwahyeonie · 6 months ago

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put that cat in the bag ⋆.˚

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paring:

jaemin (nct) x fem! reader

preview:

It was supposed to be a simple trip to the pet shop for cat food. But when you spotted a white-greyish cat roaming outside with no collar or its owner near by, you couldn't just leave it behind so you brought it home. Little did you know, the cat's owner will be your new talking stage and when he found out it was too late and you couldn’t explain yourself in time.

genre:

smau! strangers to friends to situationships to opp (enemies-ish) to lovers

warning:

angst, fluff, swearing, kms/kys jokes, teasing, more tba!

states:

ongoing!

very VERY slow updates

tag list:

open! reply or msg me to be added :)

notes:

this is my first ff/smau so like idk what i’m doing but i hope it’s read-able and i’m just writing for funs

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masterlist ⋆.˚

yn’s group/jaemin’s group

chapter

1. kiki and mocha

2. hang out date?

3. gym day

4. babysitter

5. she’s back~

6. lost cat

7. another emo?

8. new friends

9. special treatment

10. who’s that fine shyt

11. i’m just a girl

12. pussy poppers

13. it’s a date?

14. haha…

15. fake hooper

16.

17.

18.

19.

20.

more tba…

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ynsvnte · 1 year ago

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Mr. Yang, Is that you?: Masterlist

Synopsis: You were playing Roblox until you started having beef with one player that goes by the name “mryangslays193” determined to beat the player in the game. What happens if you go to class and find out it’s your crush Yang Jungwon who is the owner of the account ..?

Pairing: crush!jungwon x fem!reader

Featuring: Sunoo & Niki, Zb1 Gyuvin, kep1er youngeun, weeekly jaehee, IVE Liz.

Genre: classmates to friends to lovers, crack, fluff, angst, Roblox, smau, college au

Warnings: swearing, mean jokes, teasing, kms/kys jokes, individual warnings will be added.

Status: completed

Started: March 7 Ended: June 6

Taglist: Closed

Notes: hey… 😏 Roblox theme bc Roblox 4 life. Umm I just finished my last smau that took 3 MONTHSSSS (shouldn’t have) ummm I excited where this one goes and I hope it doesn’t take long like ttsd 🙄 written chapters like usual

Profiles: BADDIES 🤺 , SHEva love club, privs

Chapters:

Preview

1. Sleek the weak

2. AYO WHAT THE-

3. Mr Yang Yang better watch out

4. He wants MEEE

5. HE IS WHO!?!

6. Nah I’m out

7. Crack and Snap

8. Yandere era

9. Uh oh stinky

10. On my soul

11. So you’ll admit it?

12. RAHH (in smol)

13. Bro needs to be stopped

14. I.h.h.a

15. NEW HAIR NEW TEE NEW MAN!? — written and smau

16. won = sad

17. ALPHA!! 🤡💀

18. Please tell me.. — written

19. NO NOT YOU

20. EYES WIDE OPEN!!

21. Back up 🗣️🔥

22. Punch a guy

23. Roblox 2gether

24. nervy and nerdy — written

25. If it had been me-

26. PAUSE HUH-

27. Mr. Yang Yang approved

28. Bittersweat — written

29. Forever and 4vr

30. good 2 know 👍

End

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lunarriviera · 2 months ago

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HI HI HEY HELLO yes it is time once again for me to screech like a deranged banshee about the preview stills for episodes 16 and 17 of justice in the dark, are you ready are you ready LET'S FUCKING GO

p sure at this point guangyuan official is out to get me, personally, and see to it that i do not survive to see this drama end, it being increasingly likely that i will simply perish. because DOES THIS or DOES THIS NOT look suspiciously like luo wenzhou is holding fei du's left hand? but that's ridiculous of course he isn't, we can't have things like that, i will therefore choose to ignore this. i'm sure he's just gazing at him soulfully while thinking how best to solve All The Crimes™. in no way whatsoever does he look like he's been doing this for days.

(while i do love the hilarity of lwz in fei du's hospital room in the novel, in which he's just being annoying, watching basketball games and cooking shows and eating everyone's fruit baskets while chastizing fei du for stepping in front of a bomb—as fei du is trapped there, immobilized and speechless and really starting to wonder what lwz's skin feels like but unable to do a goddamn thing about it—as much as i love those chapters, this looks horribly romantic and i like it too)

ahahahahahah [maniacal laughter] IT'S GETTING WORSE, so here's fei du feeding luo yiguo (or frying pan as his close friends call him) and TOUCHING HIM, for the first time in YEARS, bc he had to surrender him to tao ran, bc of [redacted] and [redacted] and now here he is finally, he's, he's trying to, he's—[breaks down completely]

BUT WAIT THAT'S NOT ALL THERE'S MORE

oh look, it's fei du fresh out of the shower. that would be luo wenzhou's shower. that he's just been in. showering. without clothes. possibly using luo wenzhou's 19-in-1 shampoo conditioner aftershave or whatever. obviously i'm completely fine about this of course, no thoughts in head whatsoever about how now they're just standing here. in the bedroom. looking at each other. maybe they're talking, presumably there must be dialogue of some kind, about crimes or post-operative care or what would fei du like for dinner or how do you feel about slow tender blowjobs i honestly have no idea anymore.

because look i'm just a stupid lesbian, i see zhang xincheng with wet hair in a bathrobe looking fragile and undefended, and fu xinbo looking back at him with the most vulnerable expression he's had in sixteen fucking episodes and i chew drywall, okay. i chew glass. i run out of things to chew and go outside to find some fucking ROCKS.

there's also a trailer but i'ma level with y'all: i could not watch it. i just could not. i saw 1.5 seconds of the door to luo wenzhou's apartment opening, and fei du walking inside—he thinks he'll be staying with a friend for a couple of days, having no idea he's just moved into the home where he'll live for the rest of his life. so i, being very mature and rational about this development, threw my hands up in front of my face and whimpered aloud, and managed to hit pause before i projectile-bled onto my laptop screen. you can go watch it alone, i am not god's strongest soldier and these stills already took me out.

but finally! GUESS WHAT! STARTING WITH EP 16, FU XINBO WILL BE SINGING THE CLOSING OST. i love the way the producers have divided this drama into BC (before cp) and AD (after dicking). how fei du's/zhang xincheng's song was all about thinking he's evil and desperately needing someone to pull him out of the darkness, whereas fu xinbo's/lwz's is called 「微光」 and i fully intend to cry.

thank you for your time i will see you on the other side of Macbeth—

#jitd #justice in the dark #fei du #luo wenzhou #微光 #付辛博 #fu xinbo #luo yiguo #jitd spoilers #zhoudu #光渊

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itwillturnblack · 1 month ago

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Fan art by @ryoza_za on Twitter

The Makana Series : A JJK Prologue Fanfic

Chapter 17 preview: Lights Out | Read full version here

Chapter word count ≈ 4,000

Rating: Explicit | Pairing: True Form Sukuna x Black Original Character

Chapter Content Warning: Smut, Light Masochism, Oral & Light Sadism

In this chapter: Seated on the terrace with his gaze fixed on the winter-coated garden, his mind drifted to her transformation. The innocent demeanor he once saw had ripened into something self-assured. Her words, first soft and uncertain, now carried an unfiltered boldness. Her form, once a mystery to him, had become an ache etched into his senses. She had entered his life as an unspoken wish, a salve for wounds he hadn't even known existed. And that realization unsettled him deeply.

"Would you take the lead if the chance was yours?" he prompted at last, pulling away the veil of fabric that had shielded her.

Her toned figure came into view, generous and breathtakingly exposed—a true testament to earthly beauty.

An airy, tinkling laugh escaped her. "And what exactly are you suggesting?"

Without a word, he moved closer, his intention seemingly clear. She prepared herself, her lips softly parted, her eyes fluttering shut in anticipation of the kiss she had been waiting for. Yet, when his lips finally made contact, they bypassed her mouth entirely, pressing against her neck instead.

A flush of irritation rose within her. She felt a sting of mockery in his actions, as though her readiness, her invitation, was indeed being dismissed. She had opened herself fully to the moment, and yet, the more she revealed her yearning, the more he seemed to savor holding back. She exhaled abruptly, her thoughts turning over the reason for her waking.

He moved with a maddening slowness, trailing kisses along her bare form in a rhythm that felt timeless. Each press of his lips seemed to stretch the moment, further testing her poise while drawing her deep into the charm he was weaving.

He paused at the juncture of her thighs, his intentions clear. Still, the message eluded her.

He reversed their position, and she found herself on her knees, straddling his face. Confused by the obvious, she asked, "What are you doing?"

A genuine laugh shook his body, the sound rich and resonant. "Doesn't it strike you as rather obvious?" he teased.

"I never imagined you'd be the type to enjoy something like this," she confessed hesitantly.

"You're on the verge of discovering otherwise," he promised, guiding her hips.

From his vantage point, it felt as though Mother Nature had lowered itself to meet him. Her body, expansive and serene, like the celestial vault. Her pilosity, a lush and inviting foliage.

At the touch of his warm tongue, a sigh of pleasure escaped her lips, her voice, typically soft and mellow, now lifted to higher notes, reminiscent of the vibrant tones of a koto played in sacred walls.

He lapped at the fullness of her depth. In the process, mimicking mouthfuls stolen from her thighs. Despite her initial perplexity at the position, she reveled in every second of his attention.

Hesitantly, she began to rock her hips in search of greater sensation. In response, he pressed her wetness further against his face, anointing himself with her flows as if to grant her permission to seek more, to use him. Truth be told, like a predator certain of its prey, this was exactly what he had been waiting for.

Unaware of the trap she was falling into, she interlaced her fingers with his before riding him with gusto.

"Give me your tongue," she murmured, pleasantly surprised when he complied as his mouth opened wide, unveiling the moist muscle hidden inside.

He parted her borders, placing her most sensitive flesh directly onto himself. Taking advantage of her swaying, he entered her, stiffening the tip of his tongue, increasing its size with each pass to make his mark.

As the moments passed, Makana's dance grew restless, her movements less considered, her lascivious hums louder, much to her partner's enjoyment. Sukuna reveled in every sound she made, stroking himself to the rhythm of her chimes.

She, who was becoming so agitated, began to use his chin for penetration. Seizing the opportunity to satiate her bud, he appreciated it as if it were the ripest, most savory berry on the mountain.

Perhaps it was too much for her to handle. Instinctively, she grabbed his face from either side, trying to pull away. "Sukuna, I—" she gasped, but it was in vain. As soon as she switched her grip, he held her in position with an iron fist.

"Please," she begged breathlessly, twisting and squirming like a caterpillar. The shocks of pleasure were overwhelming, sensations he wanted her to remember for days to come.

Desperate for balance, she leaned on her elbows, placing her hands beyond his torturous face. A fatal mistake, as he adapted to the new angle, adding her exposed slit to his parade, caressing it with firm strokes of his tongue. One... two... three licks were enough for her to cry out.

Ten… eleven… twelve, his third hand slipped into play, a new mouth manifested in its palm to taste the hidden flower nestled in her derriere. His eyes stayed fixed on her, piercing into her soul as he urged her beyond the boundaries of dignity. This was what he loved—to contemplate her, subject to his seduction, witnessing her trepidation.

He intended to keep her going, to render her eager yet spent, believing she was leading the tandem as he was the one who maintained control.

Thirty...forty...fifty, a victim of her own passion. Ardently, helplessly, she kept riding him—her hips still locked into place, yet the constraint only adding to her frenzy.

When the spasms that agitated her core achieved a steady pace, he deemed it fit to release her. Quietly, he loosened his hold, allowing her a moment of respite as he pulled her back against his chest. Right there, she could feel the heat of his yearning resting near her inner thigh, throbbing, soothing her with feathery caresses as she panted in the aftermath.

It wasn't long before she regained her concentration. "May I claim my kiss now?"

"It's yours to earn," he replied.

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scifibabee · 9 months ago

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Scifibabe's '24 Kinktober Masterlist

hi y'all, so stoked to have you here!

below are links to each day’s prompt with a brief preview of the fics. click the links to find full summaries, relevant tags, and the ao3 link :)

xoxoxo,

Grace

Oct. 1: Handjobs – Caught In His Desire

ft. Hannibal providing his particular brand of "help" while Will's mind is on fire

Oct. 2: Voyeurism – Press Play for Horror

ft. a sex tape left for Jack, they flip!, and a bonus Jimmy + Zeller appearance

Oct. 3: Public Sex – Neon Desire

ft. bathroom sex, and top Will/bottom Hannibal

Oct. 4: Sensory Deprivation – In Hannibal's Hands

ft. autistic Will, an established relationship, and coming untouched

Oct. 5: Rough Sex – Where It Hurts

ft. vulnerable bottom Hannibal and protective top Will

Oct. 6: Anonymous Sex – Predators in the Night

ft. alternate first meeting, dark Will, top Hannibal, and more bathroom sex

Oct. 7: Virgin – Seduced for the First Time

ft. fun use of Will's empathy, top Hannibal, and a light daddy kink

Oct. 8: Cock Warming – Where Thought Dissolves

ft. agitated Will, Dom Hannibal, and subspace as therapy

Oct. 9: Praise Kink – Devour You Whole

ft. manipulation, Hannibal catching feelings, and insecure Will

Oct. 10: Face Sitting/Overstimulation – Not So Fast

ft. needy omega Hannibal, and sleepy but enthusiastic alpha Will

Oct. 11: Knife Play – Want to Feel You from the Inside

ft. what if Will showed up at Hannibal's after being released from the BSHCI with a knife instead of a gun?

Oct. 12: Breath Play/Dirty Talk – Breathless Submission

ft. under-negotiated kink but everybody has a good time anyway

Oct. 13: Aftercare – In the Quiet I Am Yours

ft. an established relationship and Will gently surfacing from subspace

Oct. 14: Collaring – In the Temple of Our Minds

ft. a collaring ceremony in their shared memory palace

Oct. 15: Teasing – Just a Touch

ft. Will stuck in a vehicle with Jack and Alana while Hannibal sends him provocative texts

Oct. 16: Nipple Play – Marveling at a Spoon

ft. stoned Hannibal, need i say more?

Oct. 17: Period Sex – Where Flesh Bleeds and Hungers

ft. trans Will, some mild gender dysphoria, and a Hannibal all too eager to make his Will feel better

Oct. 18: Massaging – Gentle Revelations

ft. non-sexual intimacy and vulnerable Hannibal

Oct. 19: Fisting – Hush Now

ft. daddy!Will, need i say more?

Oct. 20: Cuckolding – After Everything We've Been Through

ft. a woman who looks suspiciously like Alana, straight smut (stick with me pls), possessive Hannibal, and Will crying during sex.

Oct. 21: Bath Sex – Something Sacred

ft. mute Hannibal recovering from his wounds post-fall and a very tender Will

Oct. 22: Thigh Fucking – Vocal

ft. a shared motel room with only one bed, a darker Will, and bonus best friend Bev POV

Oct. 23: Breeding – In Our Own Way

ft. Will matching Hannibal's freak

Oct. 24: Somnophilia – call it love (because it is)

ft. Hannibal being creepy set sometime during S1

Oct. 25: Pussy Slapping – Count

ft. Will's been naughty!! with another appearance of trans Will :)

Oct. 26: Pegging – A Hollow Imitation

ft. an intense level of pining, Molly being a great sport, and Will coming to some rather obvious conclusions

Oct. 27: Hate Sex – Into the Abyss

ft. feral, animalistic sex following a violent altercation, and top Will

Oct. 28: Impact Play – Hurt Me

ft. Will needing release after a long day and Hannibal being only too happy to provide

Oct. 29: Branding – Blade Kissed Flesh

ft. a very possessive Will Graham and a happy-to-go-along-with-it Hannibal Lecter

Oct. 30: Sex Pollen – Into the Woods

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

ft. magical realism, Will's Becoming, and a lot of outdoor sex

Oct. 31: Free for All – I'm So Hot

ft. SELF-CEST and hand wave-y time travel stuff

#scifibabe's kinktober #masterlist #kinktober #hannigram #hannigram fics #will graham #hannibal lecter #murder husbands #nbc hannibal #hannibal #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy #hannigram fic

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almostfoxglove · 6 months ago

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SEE YOU AT THREE

chapter seventeen: YOUR BUSINESS

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Pairing: Young!Joel x ofc (Ellie's aunt) - reader format/pov

Word Count: 7.2k

CW: This is at least half filth - I’m not gonna pretend otherwise. Smut, allusion to semi-public sex, and… pining. Obviously. Mention of/reference to divorce, past relationships, etc.

read from the beginning | series masterlist | almostfoxglove masterlist

SUMMARY: You find yourself at a crossroads after spending the night at Joel's.

CHAPTER PREVIEW:

With one elbow resting where he’s rolled his window down and the opposite hand on the wheel, you’re not sure he’s ever looked so relaxed, his posture unwound and loose. His stubbled chin tilted up, the ghost of a smile playing at his lips even after the smirking is done and his eyes have returned to the road. Is it pride he’s wearing now? It might be, and despite the strife of your flesh you think it suits him, whatever it is. Joel has always been beautiful—often to your great dismay—but he’s brighter like this, so at ease. Incandescent.

continue reading chapter 17 on ao3.

NOTE:I am officially moving away from tag lists as they've gotten lengthy (thank you for that <3) so please follow @foxglovenotifs and turn on notifications to get alerts for future updates!

dividers by @thecutestgrotto

#joel miller smut #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #tlou fanfiction #joel miller x oc #joel miller #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #almostfoxglove #myfics #fic: seeyouatthree

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thecousinsdangereux · 3 months ago

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short fuse if you light my fire [17/?]

pairing: Yelena/Kate (Hawkeye)

rating: T (for now)

chapter word count: 9,208

summary: Yelena decides to go to college. It just so happens to be the same one Kate Bishop attends.

preview:

It doesn’t take them long to get to their destination: a shadowed section of parallel parking alongside a long but narrow riverside park. On the opposite side of the river is downtown — brightly lit and lightly crowded with people — but here, it’s quiet, with small groups only gathered near the water at the very far end of the park, where a line of flickering braziers run through the center of the river. It’s distantly pretty and Kate briefly looks away from the computer to admire the sight from afar — eyes dark and deep — fingers still resting on the keys. “Why here?” she asks. “It's between the two districts we want to focus on. So we can relocate if something happens elsewhere that triggers a major response. As unlikely as that is to occur naturally,” Yelena adds, both a warning and an explanation for why she unfastens her seat belt and leans in to grab the bag of food from where Kate has stashed it on the passenger seat floor. Kate, back on task, casually shifts both her legs to the right to allow Yelena access, but freezes (again, briefly) when Yelena braces a hand on her thigh. “That makes sense,” she says, and only resumes breathing once Yelena pulls away with her prize: the plastic bag that’s been taunting her this entire (extremely short) trip. “So we just… wait? And listen-slash-watch?” “That is what Barton wants us to do. Waiting for an organic stress test. Ridiculous. But that’s why I came up with the idea — and you came up with the name, which was very good, by the way — for this Takeout Stakeout. We are going to be so bored with your ‘mission’, that we should at least have good food.”

chapter link: AO3

playlist link: SPOTIFY

#writing #bishova #hawkeye #mcu #whoa they're doing spy stuff... at college #(kind of)

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ppyopulii · 4 months ago

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maestro's muse 💿 masterlist.

PREVIEW. It’s HYBEHAX’s 10th year anniversary, and as the hackathon’s newest Design Team Lead, you are determined to make this year its best year yet.

FEATURING. lee jihoon x gn!reader, various non-idol!hybe groups & gn!reader GENRE(S). college au, hackathon au, lowkey coming of age, angst, fluff EXPLICITS. tba in each chapter!

JAY’S MUSINGS. (crawls out of a hole) hi. here is my passion project. this series has been stuck in my brain and i want to experiment and just have fun writing! bc that’s what writing is about! this is based on my own personal experiences so please please please dont look at me too hard ;w; masterlist below the cut!

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@everyone Hello organizers :)! It’s pretty chilly outside, so do take care getting home from our first meeting (or meeting zero, as Soonyoung dubbed it). Team Leads, remember to reconvene with your teams to discuss meeting times for winter break (if need be) as well as meeting times for the upcoming spring semester. We will be keeping in touch over the course of the next few days to properly get everyone situated into roles. For now, please review the (very loosely!) planned schedule below. It may deviate depending on what comes up during the year, such as meetings being added or removed, but this schedule roadmaps our journey together until the hackathon. Once again, I’m excited to work with you all for HYBEHAX’s 10th year anniversary! Goodluck on finals and stay safe ^^

HYBEHAX PLANNED SCHEDULE:

FALL SEMESTER.

2/26/2025. HYBEHAX APPLICATIONS ARE NOW OPEN! 3/1/2025. HYBEHAX INTERVIEW NO. 13

WINTER BREAK.

5/28/2025. HYBEHAX MEET-THE-ORGS INSTA POSTS! 6/1/2025. HYBEHAX BOARD MEETING “ZERO.”

SPRING SEMESTER.

HYBEHAX BOARD MEETING ONE. DESIGN TEAM MEETING ONE. E-BOARD MEETING ONE. HYBEHAX PHOTOSHOOT.

SUMMER BREAK.

HYBEHAX BOARD OUTING ONE. HYBEHAX BOARD MEETING TWO. DESIGN TEAM MEETING TWO. E-BOARD MEETING TWO.

FALL SEMESTER.

INVOLVEMENT EXPO. HELLWEEK(S). HYBEHAX DAY ZERO. HYBEHAX DAY ONE. HYBEHAX DAY TWO. HYBEHAX CELEBRATORY TEAM DINNER.

#seventeen #seventeen x reader #lee jihoon x reader #woozi x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #lee jihoon imagines #woozi imagines #lee jihoon fluff #woozi fluff #🏆 hybehax #maestro’s muse 💿 ljh #🎶 ppyopulii’s discography

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