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But, he can feel Arthur’s wet, large fingers enter him, stretching him… the thickness of a cock being fed inside him, causing so much pressure and ache that Merlin gasps out. (For You)
January 21, 2026 at 11:28 AM
But, he can feel Arthur’s wet, large fingers enter him, stretching him… the thickness of a cock being fed inside him, causing so much pressure and ache that Merlin gasps out. (For You)
As he strides through the hospital corridors leading Meg towards the exit, his underwear slides against his skin, slippery with a little slick. Just that one lungful of his scent has Castiel’s body wet and wanting. (Limerance)
January 21, 2026 at 7:27 AM
As he strides through the hospital corridors leading Meg towards the exit, his underwear slides against his skin, slippery with a little slick. Just that one lungful of his scent has Castiel’s body wet and wanting. (Limerance)
He finished tying the rope to the ceiling’ pushing back the short cabinet he used for leverage back to its place by the wall. He held the end of the rope, and let his hands work as his mind wandered astray. (Gray Skies)
January 21, 2026 at 3:27 AM
He finished tying the rope to the ceiling’ pushing back the short cabinet he used for leverage back to its place by the wall. He held the end of the rope, and let his hands work as his mind wandered astray. (Gray Skies)
Bellatrix most likely. She probably hadn't kept the eyeballs but had torn them apart with her fingernails. (Invictus)
January 20, 2026 at 11:27 PM
Bellatrix most likely. She probably hadn't kept the eyeballs but had torn them apart with her fingernails. (Invictus)
He reached out, wrapped both hands around Kaiji’s neck, and 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦𝘥. (Awareness)
January 20, 2026 at 7:27 PM
He reached out, wrapped both hands around Kaiji’s neck, and 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦𝘥. (Awareness)
Jin Ling is there, on his bed. He braces himself up on one elbow, on his knees on the bed, back bent in a curve that Jiang Cheng's mouth goes dry just to see. (Incest Burner)
January 20, 2026 at 3:27 PM
Jin Ling is there, on his bed. He braces himself up on one elbow, on his knees on the bed, back bent in a curve that Jiang Cheng's mouth goes dry just to see. (Incest Burner)
He did it and he felt nothing. Jonathan’s mouth was open, gaping and full of water. It was a terrible moment when Dio felt something very much like regret. He had ruined something, broken it beyond repair. (dead flowers)
January 20, 2026 at 11:27 AM
He did it and he felt nothing. Jonathan’s mouth was open, gaping and full of water. It was a terrible moment when Dio felt something very much like regret. He had ruined something, broken it beyond repair. (dead flowers)
This is what she had been dreaming about since that first night in the kitchen; Harry claiming her lips, using his tongue to speak to her, silently telling her how much he wanted her, that she wasn’t alone in her longing. (A Dubious Affair)
January 20, 2026 at 7:27 AM
This is what she had been dreaming about since that first night in the kitchen; Harry claiming her lips, using his tongue to speak to her, silently telling her how much he wanted her, that she wasn’t alone in her longing. (A Dubious Affair)
“ . . . you just find some sick pleasure in giving me choices that aren’t choices, don’t you?” asked Danny, as he walked toward the bed. (Ring)
January 20, 2026 at 3:27 AM
“ . . . you just find some sick pleasure in giving me choices that aren’t choices, don’t you?” asked Danny, as he walked toward the bed. (Ring)
It isn't safe. But it's almost enough to deceive me. I can't afford this now. Maybe he's right. Fuck, I don't know anymore. The first tactile, ugly emotion I've allowed myself to admit to in a while; then Robot snorts. (approaching an interstice)
January 19, 2026 at 11:26 PM
It isn't safe. But it's almost enough to deceive me. I can't afford this now. Maybe he's right. Fuck, I don't know anymore. The first tactile, ugly emotion I've allowed myself to admit to in a while; then Robot snorts. (approaching an interstice)
”Internet has it right.” Clint said, shifting in his seat until he was closer to Tony's face. He unzipped his pants then, pulling himself out, and Bruce turned away with clear discomfort. (Guess This Is Our Reward)
January 19, 2026 at 7:25 PM
”Internet has it right.” Clint said, shifting in his seat until he was closer to Tony's face. He unzipped his pants then, pulling himself out, and Bruce turned away with clear discomfort. (Guess This Is Our Reward)
Porn just makes him angry and thinking of old flames is even worse. He ends up humping a pillow and moaning the omega’s name, thinking about those blue eyes and that plush mouth, imagining how he’d look underneath Dean whole and healthy and begging for his knot. (Limerance)
January 19, 2026 at 3:25 PM
Porn just makes him angry and thinking of old flames is even worse. He ends up humping a pillow and moaning the omega’s name, thinking about those blue eyes and that plush mouth, imagining how he’d look underneath Dean whole and healthy and begging for his knot. (Limerance)
Belon oysters on the half shell, nestled in trays of ice, translucent slices of cured meat, cheeses. 𝘐’𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘈 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘐’𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦. (Hemoglobin)
January 19, 2026 at 11:25 AM
Belon oysters on the half shell, nestled in trays of ice, translucent slices of cured meat, cheeses. 𝘐’𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘈 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘐’𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦. (Hemoglobin)
Dean flicked his gaze over to his father as he stepped out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, the droplets covering his glistening chest, dripping into the threadbare towel casually clinched over his hips. (Mine)
January 19, 2026 at 7:25 AM
Dean flicked his gaze over to his father as he stepped out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, the droplets covering his glistening chest, dripping into the threadbare towel casually clinched over his hips. (Mine)
He did not stir. He was deeply asleep and his manhood, mere inches from her hand, was rigid as a column.
Her instructions had been followed to the letter. Now she had only to see this through. (Letting Go)
Her instructions had been followed to the letter. Now she had only to see this through. (Letting Go)
January 19, 2026 at 3:26 AM
He did not stir. He was deeply asleep and his manhood, mere inches from her hand, was rigid as a column.
Her instructions had been followed to the letter. Now she had only to see this through. (Letting Go)
Her instructions had been followed to the letter. Now she had only to see this through. (Letting Go)
“Thank you, Cas,” Sam manages to whisper through gritted teeth, hating himself for the words and how easily he’s given them. But he also knows he’d say anything to keep Cas from hurting his brother again. (Broken and Shattered)
January 18, 2026 at 11:24 PM
“Thank you, Cas,” Sam manages to whisper through gritted teeth, hating himself for the words and how easily he’s given them. But he also knows he’d say anything to keep Cas from hurting his brother again. (Broken and Shattered)
”I love you,” he says softly, and Jaskier squeezes his eyes shut, whimpering. With a sigh, Geralt drags his cockhead through the slick leaking from the boy before he nocks it against Jaskier's hole. (I Will Poison All Your Happy Thoughts)
January 18, 2026 at 7:22 PM
”I love you,” he says softly, and Jaskier squeezes his eyes shut, whimpering. With a sigh, Geralt drags his cockhead through the slick leaking from the boy before he nocks it against Jaskier's hole. (I Will Poison All Your Happy Thoughts)
Then his serious expression cracks into a grin, and Tony says, flippantly, ”Well, what's a little free will, in the grand scheme of things? Come on, we've got better things to do than waste time here.” (Blinding)
January 18, 2026 at 3:22 PM
Then his serious expression cracks into a grin, and Tony says, flippantly, ”Well, what's a little free will, in the grand scheme of things? Come on, we've got better things to do than waste time here.” (Blinding)
He may deny it, but this was a body that 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 pain. It was tempting to unlock his clit just to see how quickly Toshinori could get him hard with pain. (The Training of Aizawa Shouta, Former Hero)
January 18, 2026 at 11:22 AM
He may deny it, but this was a body that 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 pain. It was tempting to unlock his clit just to see how quickly Toshinori could get him hard with pain. (The Training of Aizawa Shouta, Former Hero)
“Then- then your pussy would be right behind his, and I could- I could fuck both of you like that, G-God, my whole face would be so wet, I’d get to smell you both all over me, I’d be drowning in you, hyung-” (Sleep Away the Moments)
January 18, 2026 at 7:22 AM
“Then- then your pussy would be right behind his, and I could- I could fuck both of you like that, G-God, my whole face would be so wet, I’d get to smell you both all over me, I’d be drowning in you, hyung-” (Sleep Away the Moments)
Months of planning, months of preparation. My focus was absolute, my concentration was keen. The ebb and flow of my family's status passed unheeded. (Quiritation)
January 18, 2026 at 3:22 AM
Months of planning, months of preparation. My focus was absolute, my concentration was keen. The ebb and flow of my family's status passed unheeded. (Quiritation)
”Hey,” he said, now remembering, ”how old were you when you had Virginia?” (All is Not As it Seems)
January 17, 2026 at 11:23 PM
”Hey,” he said, now remembering, ”how old were you when you had Virginia?” (All is Not As it Seems)
John’s stomach heaved. ”It’s set then; I fuck you and get us out of here, huh?” (Not a victim, just a guy)
January 17, 2026 at 7:22 PM
John’s stomach heaved. ”It’s set then; I fuck you and get us out of here, huh?” (Not a victim, just a guy)
“Shall I move us to the bedroom?” Spock asks gently.
Jim doesn’t answer immediately, so Bones prompts him again.
“Want to go to the bedroom so we’ll have enough room to cuddle?” (He Woke in the Faucet's Teeth)
Jim doesn’t answer immediately, so Bones prompts him again.
“Want to go to the bedroom so we’ll have enough room to cuddle?” (He Woke in the Faucet's Teeth)
January 17, 2026 at 3:22 PM
“Shall I move us to the bedroom?” Spock asks gently.
Jim doesn’t answer immediately, so Bones prompts him again.
“Want to go to the bedroom so we’ll have enough room to cuddle?” (He Woke in the Faucet's Teeth)
Jim doesn’t answer immediately, so Bones prompts him again.
“Want to go to the bedroom so we’ll have enough room to cuddle?” (He Woke in the Faucet's Teeth)
Harry roughly bit Draco tongue. Swiftly Draco's hands wrapped around Harry's throat cutting off his air until the younger boy let go. (Regret)
January 17, 2026 at 11:20 AM
Harry roughly bit Draco tongue. Swiftly Draco's hands wrapped around Harry's throat cutting off his air until the younger boy let go. (Regret)