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When Hannibal met Will Graham (the man who had, three years prior, been mistaken for the Chesapeake Ripper), he expected amusement. What he got was his first taste of obsession. Dark and bitter in the back of his throat but achingly sweet on the tongue. He knew at once that this feeling, this Man, would consume him. And Hannibal would consume Will right back. *Translation into Russian available here: https://ficbook.net/readfic/13110920

Jungkook isn’t adjusting well to his new life as a bunnyboy. When Seokjin catches the baby rabbit rubbing his little cock obscenely against the furniture, the men are forced to do what’s best for their maknae. Jungkook objects vehemently.

“Your hoodie.” “Pardon me?” Draco’s eyes lit up at her bluntness. “Your. Hoodie.” Her fingers played around the edge of his collar, letting her nails scrape the inside of his neck. “What about it, Granger?” “I like it. I want it. You’re going to give it to me.” “Oh is that so?” He laughed, enamored by her demand. “And why would I do that, hmm?” “You said, and I quote, ‘Scream my name and I’ll give you anything you want’. Well I did just that, tenfold…so what I want,” Hermione pulled on the fabric until her chest collided with his, until her lips were a breath away from his ear, “is to rip this godsforsaken piece of clothing off your body, and wear it for myself while you fuck me into your expensive sheets.” ———OR——— The one where Hermione Granger gets shagged thoroughly by Professional Quidditch Player Draco Malfoy in his favorite hoodie…and other shenanigans!

Alastor expected the mighty King of Hell to be as fearsome and grand as the stories he’s heard. Or: Lucifer is small and Alastor wants to throw him around.

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“Suguruuu why is your door locked…” Satoru just fucking teleports into his room. And honestly it takes both of them a second to process it, Satoru just stares at him, he stares at Satoru. Satoru’s mouth is agape. Suguru feels paralyzed. “Oh.” *** In which Satoru has the worst possible timing for a visit and Suguru gets caught in a compromising position.

Despite her protests, she comes around the buzzing toy anyway, spilling clear fluid all over the bedsheets. He laughs coldly. "I just said I was gonna let you come. I didn't say I was gonna use my fingers to do it." He pulls the vibe out of her swollen folds to press it against her clit instead. "This works, doesn't it?" "Aaaah...noooo--!"

“Uncle Clark! Uncle Clark!”The interruption is accompanied by the sound of little feet dashing down the Manor hallways, and Clark smiles, turning in his armchair to face the intruder as he bursts through the door of Bruce’s study. Or, baby omega Dick spends some quality time with his uncle while Bruce watches.

You killed one man, and it ended up with you in Hell. Not only that, but your demon form is that of a vampire bat. I suppose another one BITES the dust, eh?

you lost your father at a very young age, your mom and you never had a good relationship. you're an inexperienced innocent girl who's gonna learn a lot of things about sex with your mom's new boyfriend. Their dynamic can be weird for some people, please read the tags! Thanks! note: i'm editing this fic cause ik it has a lot of mistakes im sorry english isn't my first language :)

Suguru stares up at the man that's looming over him, tall and unsmiling. He's - He's Satoru, it's definitely Satoru, but he's not at the same time. Gojo Satoru looks like he's a decade older, his frame larger, taking up more space than what Suguru's used to. And the way he surveys Suguru - it makes him feel tingly all over, strangely warm in the low point of his belly. "Hello lovely," Gojo Satoru says, and even his voice has lost the grating edge of his teenage self. "What brings you here?" Or, High school Suguru meets adult Gojo. Things happen.

“Make your daughter cum, or watch me rape her.” ¿Por qué no los dos? Read the notes for exposition. In this household, we start in medias res because we all know why we’re here.

It was sometime after eight thirty when Utahime was able to check her phone again, and the pit of anxiety in her stomach grew when she saw the slew of notifications that flooded her screen. She had missed calls from almost everyone she knew; every sorcerer, every window, and both principals. Her texts were flooded too, overflowing—but it was Gojo's name that caught her eye, because there were five messages that she hadn't been able to check, all spread out. Gojo: i’ll be late Gojo: looks like i’m buying, senpai And then the last few, where his tone was serious in a way that made dread pool in her belly. Gojo: go home and stay there. don’t come here even if they tell you to. Gojo: don’t take any trains. Gojo: please.

With Daenerys and Jon being twins, Jon being only a few minutes older, it's only natural that our two favorite Targaryens are madly in love with each other since their birth. But it takes both siblings until they are sixteen years old to realize that they are not alone in their feelings. A story in which Dany and Jon discover the extent of their love for each other, while realizing that they both want so much more than just a normal romantic relationship. Is it even a coincidence that their sexual preferences match perfectly? Daenerys is completely submissive to her older twin, while Jon loves to dominate his little sister and enjoys giving her countless intense orgasms. A story full of lust, passion and desire, with lots of smut and endless love between Jon and Daenerys Targaryen.

You’re bought by the Donquixote family as a future bride for their timid and cowardly son, Rosinante. Your bond with the boy increases but his spiteful brother refuses to let anything happen between the both of you. You manage to escape— but fate has been sealed, and running into Doflamingo again is inevitable.

Gordon handed him a case file; he opened it. Underneath the beige cover was a face more than familiar to him. He kept his poker face, lips still. “Bruce Wayne. I take it you know who he is?” “From the papers, yes.” Feigning ignorance, even though he knew the answer by heart. “He’s missing. ” The Batcave had its own little prison Dick had built for his mentor: bulletproof glass from all sides, all digitally locked chains on Bruce’s limbs. It wasn’t the easiest task to take over Bruce’s life. To navigate the mystery that Bruce had made of the man he’d been, Dick had to give up his life as Nightwing permanently, even convincing his friends and former teammates of his fabricated death story. It was worth it, for this.

Yuuji wakes up in a smaller body a day after a simple mission and Gojo helps him out.

Arya and her girlfriend Bellegere have been together for years and want to have a baby. They decide on IVF and when Belle suggests asking Jon to be the donor, it makes perfect sense to Arya, since the baby would be related to both of them, Jon looks so much like her, and the four kids he's had with his wife Daenerys are proof of his virility. When Daenerys suggests that they save themselves the extraordinary expense of IVF, though, and just do it the old fashioned way, it reawakens feeling Arya buried years ago and leads the four of them down a path of absolute debauchery.

rhaenyra wakes up during a holiday party intoxicated by the scent on her uncle's coat. aka how daemon doused his coat in pheromone enhancers to force his niece's heat so he can take her as his own.

Minho whines softly, his hands bunching up into the sheets as Jisung begins to stroke his knuckle against the handful of centimeters that make up Minho’s erect shaft. His words, too, go straight to Minho’s head, making him dizzy and breathless. It’s been a long while since he’s had to actually worry too much about Jisung not finding him satisfying—or worse, being turned off by him. It’s the fact that it’s less that Jisung is reassuring him, but rather him being turned on by the size of Minho’s cock, praising it, practically worshiping it, that makes his head spin.

König is forced by his higher-ups to take all of his accumulated leave days at once and decides to go back home for a few months. His hometown of Vienna is beautiful and serene, but he just feels like a bull in a china shop. Years of combat and military culture have messed with his ability to be a normal person. But when he meets a cute girl at a café, he thinks he might give this civilian lifestyle a shot. Warning: This fic contains some dub-con elements. Please heed the tags. Also, König isn’t really wearing his mask for most of the story, so I apologize to all of the mask girlies.