#fic genre: smut

[justlemmeadoreyou]

boyfriend!harry headcanons

-> Every day starts with Harry's sleepy face pressed into your neck, his breath tickling your ear as he mutters "good mornin', lovie." He steals kisses between yawns, his warm hand tracing patterns on your back until you're both giggling, tangled in the sheets.

-> He knows your perfect cup of coffee, the one that makes you smile like sunshine. He surprises you with it in bed, accompanied by a plate of fluffy pancakes or French toast, shaped into hearts, of course.

-> He pretends to scoff when you put on a chick flick, but you catch him stealing glances at the screen, his lips twitching with a suppressed smile. He hums along to the cheesy soundtrack, his voice husky and low, sending shivers down your spine.

-> One minute you're planning grocery shopping, the next he's whisking you away to a hidden beach for a sunset picnic, complete with a spontaneous bonfire and stargazing. He lives for creating memories that make your heart skip a beat.

-> He believes in you more than you believe in yourself. He cheers you on at work, celebrates your victories (big or small), and holds you tight when you doubt yourself. He whispers encouragement in your ear, his voice laced with unwavering faith.

-> He leaves little love notes tucked in your purse, on the fridge, even in the pages of your favorite book. He hides tiny trinkets for you to find – a seashell from your first beach trip, a vintage postcard with a romantic quote, a single, perfect rose.

-> He pulls out your chair at restaurants, opens doors, and insists on carrying your groceries. He walks on the outside of the sidewalk to shield you from the rain, and offers his jacket when you're cold. It's the little things that make your heart melt.

-> His hands wander under your shirt, sending goosebumps erupting on your skin. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear, promises of forever and endless love. He makes you feel like the only person in the world, cherished and adored.

-> He strums your favorite song on his guitar, his voice husky and soulful, just for you. He pulls you close, swaying to the rhythm, his gaze never leaving yours. He turns any room into a dance floor, his laughter echoing as you spin, lost in your own little world.

-> He's your rock, your confidant, your safe harbor. He listens without judgment, offers advice without pushing, and celebrates your individuality. He loves you for who you are, flaws and all, and that's the most beautiful love story of all.

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jealous!harry headcanons

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[fantasy-cursedkrystal]

jason and Tim write batman fanfiction or batman ship fanfiction (maybe duke also writes fanfics of batman or he reads them)

Dick and steph read batman fanfiction damian and cass would just be confused

bruce finds out and is traumatized for life

[wroteclassicaly]

Don’t know why I just had a random visual of being fucked hard on top of a counter by Jonathan Byers.

You two are closing down Surfer Boy Pizza. Fingers wrapped around shelves for leverage, supplies falling all over the floor. His jeans are around his ass, face in your neck, grunting and focussed. One of your hands hold onto the empty rack behind you, the other wound in his hair, legs locked around his waist.

[kaelidascope]

This Summer's Hottest Dumpster Fire 🍿

Ever wanted to read team RWBY be the worst versions of themselves in a trashy, slutty, romcom-modern setting? Boy have I got the fic for you

[fine-nephrit]

🥏 Fic Rec #59: "Normal Conversations" by Soronia

Mulder goes to mandatory therapy, which forces him to have real conversations with Scully.

As you can imagine, this fic is mostly dialogue—and it’s scintillating. The therapy sessions are so realistic and well-written that they read like actual good therapy sessions in real life.

It’s an incisive dive into Mulder’s psyche, nailing his character voice. Hell, the characterizations of both M&S are so on point that they demand admiration. The prose is sharp, filled with dry wit and lines meant to be savored.

And it all culminates in a devastatingly hot sex scene, the perfect cherry on top of all that dialogue porn.

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🥏 on AO3

length: longer short, 10,000+ words season: season 6, post-6x13 Agua Mala, in a way post-FTF pairing(s): M/S UST to RST tags: talk fic, angst, smut, humor, Mulder-POV rating: explicit/NC-17

Tagging @today-in-fic

[mizuribbons]

from my time being in many different fandoms and encountering countless more i have seen a surprising amount of "flower shop with an extremely mentally ill florist who falls in love with a customer" aus. i mean, i see why. it's amazing, and i love this concept, it's just perfect. but also it's pretty fucking specific and there's way more of these than expected.

[spotaus]

Ah, my English Professor just introduced the class to AU Fan Fiction. I'm unwell.

[benevolenterrancy]

*glances at svsss' vol 4 worth of extras, aka 'the whump and smut pile'* you haven't seen anything yet

You guys are seriously taking an axe to my self-control;;; I'm trying to make this series last longer than a single month!! I'm trying to savour things!!! I'm trying to read something else and give the series a bit of breathing room before I pick up the last book but I want the "whump and smut pile" I want that so much I feel like a dog that's getting a treat waved in front of its face .·´¯`(；´д｀)´¯`·.

[polinficrecs]

Dress by TheSushiMonster Rating: Explicit Language: English Status: Complete Summary:

Penelope needs to spice up the sex scenes in her latest novel. Colin wants to publish his travel journals as a book. When they strike up a deal to help each other, what begins as writing sessions between friends turns into something more… hands on. 

Or, the Colin teaches Penelope about seduction AU. *Note to author: A masterclass in spice, temptation, and toe-curling flutters<3

[enjoythesilentworld]

Wille's Month - Frogs

day 19! @youngroyals-events luv <3

Wille and Simon go camping. It goes better than last time. Mostly.

read below or on ao3 (M, 1.3k) cw: sexual content

They hadn’t discussed their last shitshow of a camping trip in a while. When they first did, Wille had apologized profusely for being a bit of a fucking dumbass and they’d talked through it. Simon had forgiven him, eventually, knowing that it was out of anger and panic over everything else going on at the time. Wille still felt like a bit of a dick about it, though. 

It’s in the back of his mind now, of course, as they hike in their stuff from the car to their little designated camping spot by the lake. They’re miles and miles from Hillerska, it’s late summer rather than early spring, and it’s been five years since that turbulent time, but it’s all reminiscent, nonetheless. 

The flat spot meant for their tent is tucked underneath a large conifer with low hanging branches, a few meters from the shoreline. It’s absolutely beautiful. Simon drops the tent and sleeping bag, and Wille walks up behind him to wrap his arms around his sweet boyfriend. 

“You think we’ll run into any issues?” he asks, speaking into the warm skin of Simon’s neck. “You and I don’t have too good of a track record with lakes, or camping, for that matter.” 

Simon laughs. “We’ve made up for that plenty over the past few years, I think. Unless you have plans to make this a repeat of those times?” 

“Definitely not.” Wille nips at the sensitive skin under Simon’s jaw. “I have very, very different plans, in fact. Except for the skinny dipping, maybe. That can stay.” 

Tilting his head back to expose more skin, Simon leans into Wille and hums in approval. “I like the sound of that,” he says. “But we’ve got to set up the tent first. Let’s see how your skills have improved.” 

Setting up the tent is a shitshow. Wille claims he can do it by himself — turns out he cannot. Eventually, he gives up and allows Simon to help, but even then, it takes them a good 30 minutes to set the damn thing up. Finally, they can climb inside and set up their bedding for the night before flopping down on top of their sleeping bags. They’re both sweaty and slightly out of breath, which is a bit embarrassing. Tents had no business being so complicated. 

Simon rolls onto his side and Wille does the same. They lie there, nose to nose, smiling and listening to the sound of the lake and the trees. 

“Hi.”

“Hi.” 

“You’re hot when you get all frustrated.”

Wille huffs and rolls his eyes. “The instructions were unclear.” 

“That was a compliment, baby,” Simon says, reaching out to grab Wille’s hip. 

“Oh. Yes, well, just wait until you see me chop wood later for the fire,” Wille whispers huskily, curling an arm around Simon and pulling them flush. 

“We can’t light a fire, there’s a burn ban.”

“You know what I mean,” Wille grumbles, then leans forward. “Just come here.”

Simon grins into the kiss but Wille is determined to turn that smile into something entirely different.

Just as he's planned, the kiss quickly turns less sweet and Wille‘s pulls at Simon’s hips until the man is straddling him. Simon resituates so his knees press into the sleeping pad on either side of him, then buries his hands in Wille’s hair, pulling lightly. A slight moan escapes him and Simon swallows the sound, dropping his hips to rest more firmly on Wille, then slowly grinding down. 

At the friction, Wille gasps out, “Fuck,” then lets his hands travel all over Simon’s body, from his neck to his waist to his ass, touching everywhere he can reach, caressing and kneading and loving. Simon lets out a beautiful gasp when Wille’s hips buck up into him, then redoubles his efforts, grinding down harder. 

A slap against the tent makes Simon pull back abruptly. 

“What was that?”

Wille, upset by the loss of contact, is already reaching up to pull Simon back into him. 

“The wind probably knocked the tree into the tent,” he mumbles, curling a hand in Simon’s hair. “Baby, c’mere, please.” 

Simon obliges, indicating he’s refocused on Wille by grabbing both of his wrists and pinning them to the ground above his head.

"What do you want?" he asks, staring down with dark eyes.

"You."

Wille groans when Simon latches onto his neck. He alternates between loving pecks and harsh nips on the sensitive skin there, then pulls back again. Wille is about to complain, but quickly realizes Simon’s intentions and uses his newly released wrists to rip off his shirt, and then Simon’s. He falls back into the puffy sleeping pad, staring up at his beautiful boyfriend, hair wild and lips flushed red. Love and adoration pulse in his chest. That they can be here, together like this, with no other worries or pressures or fears, it means everything. It also means Wille would very much like to fuck his boyfriend, immediately. 

With a renewed fervor, Wille flips them so Simon is now the one pressed down into the slippery material of the sleeping bags. Intent on giving Simon millions of new tent memories to make up for old ones, he puts his mouth to Simon’s stomach and his hands to the buttons of his pants. From above, Simon lets out a moan when Wille mouths over him through the thin fabric of his boxers. 

Another two smacks hit the side of the tent and Simon sits halfway up. 

“Seriously, what the fuck is that?” 

Occupied with pulling Simon out of his boxers, Wille doesn’t answer. He could not care less right now, distracted by wanting– needing to have Simon in his mouth. But, Simon stops him by grabbing him by the chin. 

“Wait, baby,” he says gently, “did you hear that?” 

Wille looks up at Simon with wide unfocused eyes. “No?” 

The word is punctuated by another handful of smacks against the tent. Based on the shape and location of the shadows, it is most likely not a tree branch. Refocusing a bit more, he thinks he can hear an odd, low staccato outside the tent, slightly muffled by the sound of the water.

Wille sits up. “What the fuck?” 

Tucking himself back into his pants, Simon asks, “Are we about to get killed by a bear or something?” 

“I don’t think a bear would be slapping our tent like that, Simon.”

“Oh, you’re a bear expert now?” 

Wille ignores his boyfriend’s sass — knowing it’s out of fear — and moves to unzip the tent flap. 

“Wait, seriously, what if it’s dangerous?” 

He turns back and glances down at Simon’s lap, where he’s clearly still hard, despite the threat of imminent death. Wille would very much like to be handling that, instead, but Simon had been the one that stopped them. “Would you rather we stay here? Or do you want to check?” 

Simon bites his lip, then nods. “Let’s check.”

Still too turned on to be afraid, Wille unzips the tent. 

Drawing out each syllable, Wille says, “What… the… fuck…” Then, he breaks into laughter. 

“What? What is it?” Simon scrambles forward to look over Wille’s shoulder. “Oh my—”

Outside the tent, there is what can only be described as an army of frogs. At least a few hundred cover the ground surrounding their tent. The slapping of dozens of little bodies rings out as they jump around and land on top of each other. It's like a little brigade of frogs has descended from the heavens and landed right in their campsite. A few jump too close to the open flap of the tent and Simon flinches backwards. This must be some kind of ecological disaster, Wille distantly ponders. It could not be good for the lake to have so many frogs all in one place.

“How…” Wille trails off, looking around in astonishment. 

Simon lets out a burst of laughter. “What the hell do we do?” 

Wille pauses, trying to think through the haze of want in his brain. 

“Well,” he starts, turning back toward Simon, “they can’t get in if we close the zipper.” 

A slow grin grows on Simon’s face. “Get over here, my frog prince.”

[canonical-transformation]

#*points* my rec #seriously though it's such a good fic #how come crack ends up having better/more compelling characterization than serious stuff? #genshin #rallying enjou fans and paimon appreciators and abyss princess lumine supporters with this #(and people who want the twins to remind us they aren't human every so often)

@hydrachea I can't speak in general, but in my case, comedy and fluff just happen way more easily(*), so the attention+thought I put into analysing character voice/dynamics for ostensibly serious-fic purposes gets channeled there 😭🙃

(* I.e. it feels like I generally spend months if not years painstakingly figuring out plot beats for an action/adventure or trying to figure out the cadence of a character study, whereas meanwhile the silly joke fics write themselves )

[saturfied]

kudos to all kimchay writers!!! y'all are doing a great job🫡👏❤️

[nyxypoo]

i need to read more angst actually

[nine-one-wanton]

Thirsty Thursday Friday

Thank you for the prompt: @judymarch15

Title: Laundry Day

Link to ao3: here!

Rating: E - for sexual content

Tags: Pre-relationship bucktommy, awkward flirting, basketball, feelings realization, things escalate quickly

Word count: 2017

Prompt: "No underwear? Did you plan this?"

Summary: Canon compliant up until after The Basketball Game. Instead of going over to Buck's to apologize, Tommy invites Buck over to his house for a rematch. One-on-one.

[fine-nephrit]

🥏 Fic Rec #66: "Rumors" by soft_thrills

This little ficlet is a sharp take on Scully’s Ed Jerse rendezvous, and I love it. It’s a fascinating character study that really captures the emotional discord and messiness of that episode. Few fics pack this much characterization, plot, hot smut, and standout lines into just 800 words. And the ending sticks the landing.

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🥏 on LiveJournal

author: @soft-thrills length: ficlet, 800+ words season: season 4, 4x13 Never Again pairing(s): Scully/Ed Jerse, background M/S UST tags: angst, smut, vignette rating: explicit/NC-17

Tagging @today-in-fic

[geekgirles]

At the risk of sounding basic (then again, I am a basic bitch) fluff with eventual smut fics are like pumpkin spice. It might take a while to get to the spice, but when it does, it's the perfect blend of spicy and sweet you just can't get enough of.