while you’re waiting for me to post or just looking for suggestions, i hope this helps! it took me ages to compile and i’ll update as i come across new pieces, so i hope that both readers and writers alike appreciate this’=) as a reader i know how satisfying it is to read quality fics, and as a writer i know how gratifying it is when someone acknowledges your work.
(the list is much shorter than it used to be because i have removed all of the smut; i will no longer be recommending or reading smut. this is a personal choice.)
*i edit this post constantly, so be sure to check it often for updates! i used to keep authors together, but now i just put the newest pieces at the top. i’m always looking for new material, so don’t hesitate to dm me some or drop me suggestions in my ask!
**if you have written or read any scenarios/fics of any genre for SF9, IKON, VARSITY, B.A.P, PENTAGON, VAV, or NCT please send them to me!! these groups need more love!!!
mafia!jongdae with some mentions of bts and the rest of exo. it begins with a sort of arranged (moreso forced at gun point but you know how these things go) marriage it’s an ongoing series atm, i’m excited to see where it goes!
MAE NEVER DISAPPOINTS!! college!nct and some sicheng yes please! technically there is slight smut but truthfully i think it’s the build up that makes it feel so intense so if you’re not in the mood for heavy stuff you should definitely read this.
— sex | implied exhibitionism | mild dom/sub tones | if u’ve got a praise kink then ur gonna love this | mentions of daddy kinks | instances of spanking
;summary — you’re the supervisor of the clothing department with a lot
of useless lingerie knowledge, jungkook is the jewelry department’s defiant hot
boy who flirts in wristwatch brands. basically an upscale retail au, but with
lots of implied under-the-counter sex. and when an opportunity presents itself to fuck
each other in the boss’s office after hours, you’re both too hot for each other
to say no.
◇ pairing: jimin | reader ◇ genre: angst and fluff ◇ word count: 13.094 ◇ warnings: sexual content ◇ author’s note: previously named ‘if these wings could fly’ in my old blog. I’m just reposting it with a new name. :)
Beauty. If someone asked you to define it, your mouth would probably go dry and your heart would flutter yearningly, freezing as the words turn heavy in your mind and dissolve in the tip of your tongue.
Beauty is short-lived but ubiquitous, a transparent but shimmering liquid running in rivulets through hidden alleyways and veiled landscapes that the eyes don’t notice unless they look twice. Beauty is found in the unexpected, in the withheld words of the timid poets, in longing stares and authentic, carefree laughs. Beauty is found in what the eyes can see, in what the ears can hear, in the deep reverie of the colorful minds and in the dreams held close to the heart.
Beauty is fleeting and you’re unable to grasp it. All your life you’ve chased it, extended your hands towards it, longed to touch it with your fingertips. But your steps are slow and your hands are ungifted, and you can only imagine what it would be like to create beauty, to have the hands of those that are able to reflect love and joy and pain in books and paintings.
Having Passionate sex with Tom Holland would include
Him trying his hardest to be romantic
like he’d be romantic anyway but he’d be trying his hardest to have a really romantic night before he went away for a couple of months
he’d get you roses and a necklace so that every time you looked at it you’d think of him
he’d probably take you to dinner and you guys would both be kind of sad that he was leaving the next day so you’d cut dinner short and go home to spend some actual quality time together
you guys would sit in front of the tv and cuddle with a glass of wine
and he’d play with your hair and tell you how much he was going to miss you and how he wished you could come with him
he’d be the first one to make a move
he’d put a finger under your chin and turn your head away from the tv
‘‘you’re so beautiful y/n’‘
he’d start to kiss you and his kiss would be so passionate that your body would feel like it was on fire
he’d slowly grab the wine glass out of your hand and put it on the table without taking his lips of yours
he’d pull apart just to ask if you wanted to go the bedroom,what a gentleman
and you’d nod not being able to form words and you’d just stare into his brown eyes and melt
he’d probably pick you up and carry you to the bedroom because he’s a strong romantic boy!!!
he’d lower you onto the bed and he’d start telling you how beautiful you were and how lucky he was
and you’d lean up and grab him by the back of his neck and pull him down to kiss you
and the kisses would be so needy and he’d start grinding his hips into you and he’d moan into the kisses
and it would be so hot and the only time he’d break the kiss would be to tell you how beautiful you were
he’d probably roll over and pull you on top of him and he’d move his hands from your cheeks to your hips and he’d help guide you over his bulge
and he’d break away from the kiss and say ‘’I think we need to take these off’’while staring at your clothes so you’d climb off and he’d help you undress until you just had your underwear on and he’d slide his shirt over his head and slip of his pant till he was sitting on the edge of the bed in just his boxers and he’d look so beautiful
like his hair would be sticking up and he’d be a bit flushed and his skin would be glowing
he’d pull you back on top of him and he’d start kissing your neck and you’d be grinding into him and moaning and he’d be so hard underneath you
he’d slowly move your underwear to the side and start rubbing your clit and it would feel so good
‘‘you’re so wet for me princess’‘
he’d start to finger you really slowly and it would be so agonizingly slow that you’d start to move your hips against his fingers to get more friction
and he’d get the hint and move a bit faster and he’d love to hear you moan his name
he’d honestly be so needy like he’d need you so bad
he’d suddenly flip you onto your back again and you’d whine from the loss of his fingers
but he’d slide his boxers off and thrust into you without warning and you’d let out a gasp
he’d lean down and kiss you and tell you that ‘’you can take it baby’’
he’d start thrusting right away and it would feel so amazing
and the entire time he’d be telling you how beautiful you are and how good you felt
he would be cursing under his breath a lot
his thrusts would be so deep and he would be hitting all the right spots and you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from cumming
feeling your walls tighten around him and hearing you cry out his name would push him over the edge and he’d cum in you
he’d stay in you for a minute while you both came down from your highs
and then silently he’d pick you up and take you into the shower and help clean you up and he’d look so good with his wet hair sticking to his forehead while he rubbed your shoulders
Summary: basically just making out with sleepy/morning!Luke whilst wearing his clothes…and a little something else
Warnings: this morphs into smut!
Word count: 1.4k
A/N: you can blame @starryclem for this one. We ended up chatting about making out with Luke whilst wearing his clothes and then this baby was born…. I hope you enjoy it! ;)
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Luke’s grip on your waist felt warm, his slender digits applying a firm pressure to keep you held in place. Your arms rested on his shoulders, hands draped around the back of his neck to allow your fingers to loop through his hair. Twirling the silky strands between your fingertips, you nudged your mouth back against his.
His lips were soft - slightly puffy from the past few minutes of hurried kisses. Hands squeezing your hips, Luke bit against your bottom lip, eliciting a small moan from your breathless mouth. Seizing the new access to your mouth, you felt his tongue slip inside a moment later.
As you continued to furiously make out, your couldn’t help but smile against his mouth. Everything about the situation felt comfortable - from the golden rays of sunlight streaming into the room through a gap in the blinds, to the way his old oversized flannel engulfed you completely; the worn material - with its fading colour and fraying cuffs - giving you a sense of home. Your legs slung across the lap of your comfortable boyfriend was just a bonus, to be honest.
“Someone’s eager,” you commented, pulling back to speak against his lips. You shifted to the side and felt a bulging hardness poke up against your thigh. Luke groaned, the sound short-lived.
“‘Can’t help it, sweetheart,” he mumbled, quiet words carrying a hidden weight, “you look fuckin’ perfect in my flannel.”
PAIRING: Harry/Y/N RATING: R WORD COUNT: 2900+ REQUESTED: nope !
hello! this is just a quick one shot that i churned out bc i loved the concept and i was rly motivated! i hope u enjoy it! if u do, feedback is greatly appreciated (it rly motivates me) and here’s my masterlist if u want more lol :-)
Yuuri is in the kitchen when he hears Victor call it out in question. They had just finished up supper and Victor had cooked so Yuuri was in the kitchen washing up the dishes to return the favor. And he’s just standing by the dishwasher, humming idly and wondering if Victor has picked out a movie for them to watch or if tonight is going to be a night where they watch game shows featuring Victor yelling out the answers that can actually be correct on occasion. It had been a long day at the rink and Yuuri even wonders if maybe they’ll have a nice glass of wine before bed.
So, Yuuri is just minding his own business, not thinking twice when Victor calls out his name. He hums back, expecting a question or statement about leftovers but then…