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Sikici Jimin her zaman Jungkook'un en sevdiği hobisi olmuştur. Rutlar bunu çok daha özel hale getirdi. Vietnamca çevirisi burada.

Yoongi goes into his rut and Jimin helps him through it for the first time. (aka they have gross, messy sex non-stop for a few days)

Veteran beach volleyball player Namjoon gets prodigy Jungkook, a smitten fan, as a new teammate.

jimin should have known better than to go snooping. and he certainly should have known that even little kitties can get stuck in a wall and be used and abused.

sometimes jungkook wonders if things could have turned out differently, if there was ever something he could have done, if there was ever a possibility that he wouldn't be consumed by jimin.

Drabble as in sets of 100 words. Naruto/Multi. Mostly smut, maybe some romance too.

jeongguk's always been a tease, you'd think jimin would have caught on by now.

jeongguk's got his hands full with his very pregnant, very insatiable husband. not that he minds.

“Come on,” the alpha says. He tilts his head towards the water as Jimin gapes at him with fear in his eyes. “Get in.” Tonight Jimin listens. Whether because of the humid heat clouding the air or the insomnia induced delirium or something else entirely, Jimin's feet take tiny steps until he stands at the edge of the bath. The tip of his toes get dangerously close to dipping in, just needing to take one last step. The alpha’s eyes watch his every move, scanning down his body with rapt attention. “Go on,” the alpha says, voice dripping with deep richness. Jimin—for reasons he fails to understand—listens. His body carries him, slowly sauntering down the steps and into the hot water without thinking it over any longer. Something about it feels helpless and uncontrollable, making him itchy inside. He pushes it down. “Good little omega.” The alpha’s words make sparks tingle in his veins and acid climb up his throat, the conflicting combination of sensations confusing. He hates how something inside of him almost… likes it. After being rescued from an oppressive pack with strict rules and outdated traditions, Jimin starts his life life anew in the Jeon pack.

George and Sapnap are dating. George finds out Dream writes fanfiction about all of them, so he and Sap decide to give Dream what he's been writing about. “Did you read it?" He couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact Dream wrote about them so intimately, his best friend of several years wanted to fuck him, wanted them to fuck him. It was mind boggling yet intoxicating, the idea of pressing the blond into the bed until he could hardly breathe, letting him have no room to- “That's a yes then.” George cut into his thoughts with a smug look, brown eyes peering at him excitedly. “I already read everything the little idiot wrote, he’s not bad, but the one I sent you was his most recent, and best work.” George was babbling he always does this when he gets too excited. “George.” Sapnap called, his own tone lower than usual and snapping the usually dominant boy out of his ramblings, noting the flushed cheeks and hungry expression with a shiver. “We’re supposed to visit Dream this week, aren’t we?” Brown eyes shimmered in desire, reflecting his as he already guessed the more slender boy’s idea. “Did you have something in mind, babe?”

I've been sick for a few days and my muse has left me for all my decent stories, so I wrote some filthy, fucked up porn. Read the warnings. If you don't like it, don't read it. Also, I make no excuses for this. This story was heavily inspired by SSDSnape's An Alpha's Perogative. The story is marked as WIP because it doesn't go anywhere or finish, but is unlikely to be completed or worked on further.

DO NOT POST ON WATTPAD I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION! Another eighth year fic where they get kinda drunk and shit happens.This is really just a fantasy that I've been thinking about for a while and is a long exposition about Draco eating Hermione out in front of everyone. First fic ever so comments welcome but please be nice! Open ending so might add on.

“Come on, your foster pack is waiting for you.” Felix tries to suppress the shudder that takes over at those words. His foster pack. Out of one hell, into the next one. or: Omega Felix came to South Korea with a dream, but it turned into a nightmare. Rescued from the clutches of an abusive pack, he is placed into a foster pack to supposedly help him recover. But Felix now knows his place as an omega in South Korean hierarchy, and he doubts that this pack will be any different from the last one. Bang Chan and his pack will do anything to prove him wrong.

In which Steve actually knows rather a lot about sex, but almost nothing about the lengths his friends are willing to go for him. (Almost nothing but sex. Did I mention there’s sex? There's sort of a lot of sex in this story. Sorry about that.) // Most Recent: Thor/Jane and Darcy team up for the win! //// Up Next: Wanda, Viz, Natasha and Bruce... Oh the smutty plans I have. //// I take requests!// ++ Each chapter has a summary! ++ There's something like an ongoing plot, but each character arc stands alone, so you can pick and choose the characters you like, or read straight through, whatever floats your boat. If you're skipping around, read the interludes related to the chapters you do read, because plot. ~*~*~The kink is perhaps vanilla-plus; risqué perhaps, but nothing you shouldn't try at home. Everything is consensual, usually enthusiastically so, though sometimes they're figuring it out as they go, and it takes a little work. Lots of dirty talk, vaguely naughty moments of teasing and playfulness, lots of caught-up-in-the-moment-roughness. Everyone's out to make each other happy, but now and again there's a miscommunication, folks have issues, and feels.

“Fine.” Sapnap crossed his arms. “But only if you admit that you liked it.” George’s eyes practically bugged out of his head. “What?!” “Come on.” Sapnap grinned, cocking his head to the side. “Admit it. You liked it.” “Liked what?” “Listening to me.” George can hear all the sex Sapnap has though the wall of his dorm, and he's beyond done with it. And if complaining about it will get the raven in question on top of him, then, well, he's not complaining.

jimin falls apart between the strain in his arms and yoongi's mouth ghosting over his skin.

Depraved and porny. What starts as a punishment takes an (un)expected turn as Uncle Vernon decides to make Harry his little slut.

boy pussy Taehyung gets wrecked by his stepdad Jungkook, as the prompt asks. this is a fic for the dead dove fic fest. shout out to my wonderful beta @puptaecore who succumbed to my whims lol And dommie! I love you for this title! Prompter, i hope you like this. Let me know if you are unhappy with something. 💘 I might actually make a series out of this, dunno.

Jimin has a secret. Every weekend, his appa and friends have fun and use his pretty body to make themselves feel good. When his best friend Jungkook sleeps over, he gets to join the fun, too.

Five times that it was hate sex and one time it wasn't. Stiles is pretty sure that none of this is his fault.

"Don't do anything to him," Tommy manages, heartbeat throbbing and throbbing. "Please." Wilbur frowns, but it's Techno who steps forward. "Tommy, he's not going to do anything," Techno tells him cautiously. "You don't need to worry, alright?" To you, Tommy would say, if he was stronger. He's not going to do anything to you. But he doesn't. Tommy keeps his mouth shut—whatever it takes to stay. When Techno and Wilbur Soot-Watson anger a bully, it shouldn't be an issue. They are as untouchable as they can get, for students anyway. It's unfortunate that Tommy, their foster brother, isn't. Being their soft spot, it only makes sense that he becomes the next target.

Dream chuckled. “Well, I could try describing it to you.” The way his voice dropped lower could’ve made George do anything he wanted him to. “Or I could show you.” “You…” George swallowed again, Adam’s apple heavy as it moved. “You’d do that?” Dream chuckled. “For you, I would.” The idea of Dream having a piercing is almost too much for George to handle. But when he finally meets Dream in person, he’s shocked to find his face lacking metal.

Take the train up to the Yeongdo district. In between a convenience store and a jazz lounge there’s a club with a relatively clean bathroom. On Thursdays at four in the afternoon, go into the second to last stall in the men’s room. You’ll find the surprise of your life there!or: Jungkook hears about a glory hole and goes to check it out, out of pure curiosity. What he doesn't know is that his brother, Jimin, is on the other side of it. fic playlist

yoongi is the meanest tease but jimin's got no other choice.

(... his pound of flesh.) The first bruise is from a playful shove delivered by Scott. It rests just underneath his last left rib, yellowing with time. The flesh there feels tender to his touch, even though it doesn't outright hurt. When he takes his shirt off for lacrosse practice the first time after that he is self conscious. What if somebody notices? What if they bring it up? What if they tell his dad?

Soap paused, picking up the pen. He looked over his list. Three columns, “yes”, “no”, and “maybe”. He pulled the paper close. Hesitating, he underlined a single item, then crossed out the rest of them one by one. When he finished, he looked back at Ghost, as if daring him to say something about it. When Ghost didn’t, Soap pushed the paper over, crossing his arms over his chest. Underlined was “kneeling” under “yes”, the only thing left on the page. It didn’t matter what the other “yes” items had been, they were very clearly in the “no” column now. Ghost forced himself not to feel frustrated, had to admit to himself that Soap might be the most challenging sub he had ever had assigned into one of his units.

"That angry gaze slides sideways, out the window to the setting-sun gold by the front gate, and when he grimaces again it has nothing to do with Izaya, the fists he’s made easing into slackness at whatever it is he is seeing out past the glass. 'Wanna start a club?'" A change of schools results in more changes than just location.

The most exclusive, most expensive sex club in New York services only the highest elite, notorious members of society. But only your clients have superpowers.

"You’re a fucking freak,” he pants heavily, but you can see it in his eyes too. You can feel it in his grip on your wrist, smell it on his breath. “I guess that makes two of us,” you bite back, transfixed by the way his pupils dilate when he tastes your blood on his skin. That night you lay awake for hours as the events of the day went through your mind, staring at the ceiling thinking about the innocent person you were when you awoke that morning, with no idea of what was to come. The person you were before you had hate sex with Satoru fucking Gojo on the floor of the training room. The day everything changed. The rivalry. The hatred. The jealously. Two powerful sorcerers, one blessed by the Six Eyes and the Limitless, one cursed by the spirits of a broken family. What a coin toss to end up on the wrong side of.

Fushiguro swallows down his dignity. “Please, Inumaki-senpai. Please let Itadori borrow your uniform.” Inumaki raises an eyebrow and huffs, unamused. After a long moment, Itadori sighs heavily. “Okay fine, I’ll show you why. Please don’t like, be too horrified.” He then yanks his hood off and stretches his neck to the side, showing Inumaki a glimpse of the angry red-purple blotches. Inumaki stares. And stares. And stares some more. Then he nods very slowly, looks Itadori straight in the eyes, and solemnly says, “Tuna.” (The Inumaki-equivalent of “Damn.”)

He let his hands rest, warmly, on Steve’s shoulders, against his neck. “I just want you to fuck me, soldier,” he managed to get out, breathy. “I want you to fuck me, yes, in my ass, and not stop. Again and again, until it’s out of your system.” Steve and Tony and a marathon sex encounter. That's it, that's the fic.

One weekend five girls are kidnapped and forced to endure a horrifying experience at the hands of three horny young men.

jimin's got an ass that won't quit and doesn't hoseok know it.

It’s incredibly easy to forget that Cas is an alpha. Not that Dean buys into that stereotypical bullshit about subgenders anyway, it’s just that… Well, Cas just doesn’t do anything that normal alphas do.

“Check, check?” Ah, right. There was a fourth member to their group. He didn’t talk much, but when he did, Sykkuno felt compelled to listen. Rae spoke up. “We hear you, Corpse. Did you sleep last night?” A low laugh crackled into Sykkuno’s ear. “For a couple hours.”