frottage

packs merge all the time. it's survival. jimin knows that, but what he's not prepared for is the attention he's getting from a certain jeon jeongguk, the alpha's son.

An accidental audience. An unforgettable performance. An encore of epic proportions. Magic, sex, love, and kink melding into a harmonious whole. SS/LM/HG/DM

Kinktober 2020 (Except I'm not really following any guidelines.) Izuku is hit by a strange kink-centered quirk. Bakugou offers to assist him with his explorations. A cohesive plot based kinktober fic. Kinks listed in chapter titles, tags will update with each chapter.*Story and editing complete!*

Nick wants to take things to the next level with Charlie. Charlie has a thing for Nick’s arms. A series of Charlie and Nick’s adventures and firsts. Smut, fluff, and angst ensues.

Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue's little brothers' best friend is a slutty little cocktease. They make a plan to get Wei Ying alone and give him what he's been asking for all these months, whether he wants it or not. (It's their cocks.) OR A dark sexual fantasia in six parts.

Everyone knows about the cliche love stories with the school nerd and jock.He’s a cheeky asshole who can’t seem to keep it in his pants. She’s the straight-A bookworm whose only goal is to pass chemistry. He takes off her glasses to reveal her “true beauty.” She falls in love with his supposed sensitive side. But, this one in particular doesn’t quite follow the same boring formula.He’s the star hockey player forced to take an art course. He’s the stubborn art major who just wants one stress-free year. And it’s gonna take a lot more than the glasses move and some smooth talking for either of them in this story to budge.

“Like, you know, wouldn’t it be funny if we pretended to date and like… Acted all mushy and over the top to show Taehyung and Namjoon how gross they are?” “That -” Yoongi cuts off, head tilting to the side. “I guess that would be funny.” He pauses. “We should do it.” And this is not at all what Jungkook expected. He’s not entirely sure if Yoongi is joking or not. “I - are you serious?” He expected Yoongi to object, to tell him he’s being ridiculous, or laugh it off. It’s a crazy idea, it doesn’t even make sense. But Yoongi isn’t staring at him like he’s crazy. “Sure.” Yoongi shrugs. “I mean, this is the stupidest fucking idea I’ve ever heard.” “Hey!” Yoongi grins. “But what could go wrong?” -OR- United by their mutual disgust for their grossly in love roommates, Jungkook and Yoongi decide to pretend to date to give them a taste of their own medicine. And that should be fine, no big deal, probably just a funny story to tell later… Right?

"Lucifer could still remember the first time he’d seen Adam. Vividly. It was one of those memories that never quite seemed to fade. That tilted its head up in defiance at the cruel hand of time and stood its ground, refusing to be dulled by something so trivial as eternity. He had been beautiful." or An AU where Adam and Lucifer knew one another a bit more intimately during their time in Eden (and what comes after).

Only one precious week of winter break left! Incurably cold big brother, Gael (16), and inextinguishably warm kid sister, Camila (12), decide to spend it playing video games together in his room. UPDATE (2/11): I have added a new chapter today after a 10-day break, as a gesture of goodwill to fans of this bizarro plotline. You will all be happy to hear I don't feel done telling this version of events. But I must also confess I'm not sure I'm able to put the energy into this project that it deserves. I don't want to let the quality drop off, so my plan is only to come back when I have ideas worth coming back to, rather than to force this (extremely challenging!) plotline along in service to some imaginary deadline I've set for myself. Hope you all can understand. Meanwhile, my focus will continue chiefly to be on the Revised version, which has the lion's share of my attention, and which I hope to conclude in due course. *** NOTE: This telling diverges from revision after Chapter 6. I will not spoil how. You are welcome to read either version and choose whichever suits you better. Thank for all the kudos, comments, and bookmarks in the meantime.

Lucifer’s tongue caught the razor-sharp tip of Alastor’s tooth and golden blood spilled. Instead of wiping it away, Lucifer stared directly into Alastor’s eyes and leaned back in to lick the taste of his angelic blood into Alastor’s mouth. Sequel to "Guilty Pleasures" but can be read as a stand alone fic.

Katsuki is the first one to get his soul mark from their class, which should bring a smug grin to his face, but all it does is gnaw at his insides even more. He already knows his classmates are gonna go around telling everyone whose name they have on them as soon as they get ‘em, and while he would have been willing to tell someone like Eijirou or even Izuku if he pressed enough and his soulmate’s name wasn’t someone they already knew, he’s not so sure about it now. Not when 'Shouto Todoroki' practically bores holes into his face the more he stares at the name. -or, soulmates Katsuki and Shouto falling in love without knowing they're each other's soulmate

After discovering Merlin’s kinks it’s only fair that he gets to know Arthur’s right? An epilogue to ‘Ironing out the kinks’ but can be read as a stand alone!

There aren’t many instances in which Henry would claim he exhibits a colorful vocabulary. In fact, he could likely list them on one hand: when wretched people say the most bigoted things, when the local grocer has run out of their Jaffa Cake stock in the minuscule international aisle, when he gets bored and resorts to writing homoerotic poetry in his moleskin journal with a fountain pen like some lovelorn literary scholar from the eighteenth century. And now, when he’s assigned to a gig he doesn’t want to be at. As in, he would rather publish said poetry to the unrelenting, merciless masses of the internet than be at this gig. “You must be bloody fucking kidding me.” - Or, When Rolling Stone names Alex Claremont-Diaz as the number one rising star to look out for, Henry is tasked with the sole responsibility of photographing him for their cover shot. Which, truly, wouldn’t be an issue—it’s an incredible opportunity—except Henry doesn’t trust that miscreant to be within ten feet of him ever since The Incident™

Sheltered northern prince, Han Jisung, is set to marry the warlord king of the notoriously barbaric south in a bid for political peace.

The dying light catches the hair on Buck’s stomach, glinting where it smatters across the firm, broad planes of his belly—Eddie resolutely does not pay heed to his monkey brain’s kneejerk response of bite—crowding thick and snaking down into the waistband of his shorts. Eddie’s not going to pass out, he’s going to die. “Eds,” Buck grins, catching sight of him. “Ready to get your ass handed to you?” He scoops up the basketball resting on the bench, letting it twirl effortlessly on a fingertip. Eddie is not going to pass out or die, God doesn’t love him enough for either of those things, Eddie is going to chub into the world’s least concealable boner in these baggy-ass shorts that won’t hide shit and then he’s going to have to ask Chim’s friends to mercy-kill him. or, buck's good at basketball, eddie's trying really hard not to commit an act of public indecency about it, and maybe, just maybe, a slightly bloody beachside pick-up game can be the start of something new

“Strip.” The word was a soft growl that caressed Ignis’s ear but rocked him to his very core. This was not the first time that Gladiolus had commanded the royal advisor to strip, in fact “Strip!” was the first thing he could recall the prince’s sworn shield saying to him. But Gods was this a far cry from that day …

It's just a slightly problematic coffee shop au where Sukuna is a tatted-up businessman and Yuuji is a college drop-out who's running his late grandfather's café. (Comes with recipes!)

“Oh no no.” The laugh following those words tore a shivering path down his spine as a thin finger tilted his chin up to meet the angel’s eyes. “If you think you deserve a show, you’re going to get a show.” Those words, dripping with sin, made Alastor’s heart ache. ~|~ This is entirely my friend’s fault, and you all have to deal with it. AU where Lucifer pole-dances at night, Alastor has insomnia and they’re both fools who don’t know how to deal with the fact that they’re in love. Enjoy the emotionally-constipated old men who don’t know how to express their feelings and resort to pulling pigtails like little kids.

Eddie is in the middle of a feud with an opposing kingdom. Running out of options, he decides to kidnap their prince.

When Henry Fox met Alexander Claremont-Diaz his life changed forever. When Henry Fox fell in love with Alexander Claremont-Diaz he realised for the first time in his life that home wasn’t a place, but a person. It is not despite this but because of this that Henry bought the brownstone, knowing that one day it would be their home. Although Alexander Claremont-Diaz is his home, there is nothing he wants more in the world than to build a home, and a family together with him—to alternate from two homes side by side and become one. Or The one where Alex and Henry get married and raise a baby girl together.

And Trent’s not a mess! He’s not. He’s got his life entirely together. He chose to reveal his source and give up his position with The Independent. He chose to start chasing book authorship as his new branch of his career tree. He chose his flat, and his car, and his life, down to the brands of tea he buys and the sorts of people he spends time with and the sheet sets he puts on his and Beatrice’s beds. He’s an adult man, for Christ’s sake. Of course, he’s got his life together. Everything is under his control, and it’s all fine. It’s entirely, completely, fully fine. Taking one last steadying breath, Trent opens his eyes and looks over the line of seven tests on the counter: the first he took a few hours ago, and the six he just took since. Each and every last one of them says he’s pregnant. Some have plus signs, some have two lines, some simply have the word pregnant. All of them may as well come together to form a little sign reading, Congratulations, Trent! You did it! You’ve finally made a goddamn bloody mess out of everything! Just wait until you have to tell Ted! Trent’s stomach turns for more reasons than one.

Laundry day in the dorms ends up getting delayed. Izuku, with no other choice, ends up wearing one of the tank tops stuffed deep in his closet. Katsuki, deliriously, wants Izuku stuffed deep into him. What—? Or, Izuku wears a tank top, and Katsuki proceeds to thirst. Heavily.

Satoru emerges from the water, now on the other side of the onsen and directly in front of Suguru. His white hair flattened with dripping locks hanging around his face as he looks up at Suguru from the water. He floats forward, moves to sit to Suguru’s left, so much closer than Suguru was mentally prepared for. Suguru cannot think about anything other than the fact that they are both naked, silently both thanking and cursing the haze of the water which obscures anything that could otherwise be seen. Satoru’s hand begins to trail up Suguru’s left arm that is perched on the backrest he sits against. Suguru stares at the hand as it glides up, up, up, cups his bicep then rubs circles around his shoulder. “What are you doing,” Suguru whispers, can’t stop himself. Satoru isn’t deterred, stares intently at where his hand meets Suguru’s skin. “You’re so tense, Suguru,” Satoru whispers back, leaning into Suguru as his hand starts to massage his trapezius muscle, “relax for me."

“Hey, Nora?” “Yeah?” she looked up from her phone. “Numbers on me meeting someone who shares the same birthday as me today?” “0.0027%, why?” “No reason.” Or, the chances of meeting your soulmate in a random antique shop are low but never zero

It was a painful realisation coming back from the company after an odd schedule to an empty house. Everything in their house reminds him of Mingyu. He can’t even sit in their living room because the damn blue sofa was Mingyu’s birthday gift. (Or: how Wonwoo severely underestimates Mingyu’s presence in his life and what ensues once said man comes back home.)

Basically a chronological one shot/smut book which goes through my own interpretation/headcannons about William and Henry’s relationship. The first two chapters are a repost since I decided this series would make more sense as a chaptered fic :3