Hi! Do You Have Any Modern Day Lemon/smut. Like One Shot Or Complete Story?

Hi! Do you have any modern day lemon/smut. Like one shot or complete story?

HI,

We have a whole section dedicated to smut on our pinned Masterlist page. 

Smut

Smut: BDSM

Smut: Dominant!Katniss

Smut: Dominant!Peeta

Smut: During the Quarter Quell

Smut: Dry Humping

Smut: Hijacked

Smut: Masturbation

Smut: On The Victory Tour/Train

Smut: The Cave

eden’s sleep | myg

When you woke up, he was sitting next to you, smiling fondly. A stranger in disguise, now cold as ice. You hate that you can’t remember him, but you hate even more that you can’t remember what you used to mean to him.

Word count: 12k

Warnings: smut, mentions of death, body issues, spirituality.

# soulmates AU, deity AU, household deity!Yoongi, amnesia, hurt/comfort, slow burn, sub!yoongi, slight degradation, hand job, edging, nipple play, unprotected vaginal sex, oral (female receiving), cum eating.

Read Eden’s sleep while listening to its own Spotify playlist

You feel heavy, burning, writhing on top of something you’ve never touched before. There’s something covering you, caging you like a bird, and it’s soft, but also unknown and so scary. Soft flesh choking your throat, all the colours of the world blinding you— what is this thing sneaking into you that is so strange and yet so relieving to feel inside?

But then you feel it, the soothing sensation tangling with what feels like an extension of your being; the beast ripping you open calms down, and you finally take a hold on the flesh around you.

“Hey.” A man is sitting next to you, smiling fondly. You look down and notice he’s holding a hand – a hand that belongs to you. “You finally woke up. How are you feeling?”

Your voice comes out painfully dry. “What?”

Does he know you? Do you know him? – you don’t even know yourself. You can’t bring yourself to remember anything, just trying it is terribly painful and makes something inside of you creep down into your soul.

“What?” you repeat with a frown. The light coming from the windows is too much for your eyes.

“It’s me, Yoongi. Don’t you—?”

He shuts up as soon as he sees the tears running down your cheeks. Concerned, the man leans over you and tries to wipe them away. His touch is soothing, but a part of your brain tells you to push him away, and so you do, with a swipe of your hand. Not only his face overall, especially his eyes turn colder as they stare at you in search of… something.

“Where…?” you manage to murmur. The vibrations coming from your throat tickle, it makes you shiver. “Where am I?”

But he’s too engrossed in your eyes. “I can’t believe you’re here…”

“Tell me—” Your hand cups his over your cheek. “Answer me, where am I? What’s— what’s going on? Yoongi?”

“Yes?” he asks hopefully.

“You said your name is Yoongi. Who are you, Yoongi? What is this place? Why do I feel— constricted?”

“You don’t— you don’t know me?” Yoongi asks then, and his face drops again.

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i want a soft connection. i want to be asked how my day went and if i need anything. i want forehead kisses. i want the back of my hand kissed at red lights. i want to be asked how i’m mentally feeling. i want to hold hands everywhere we go. i want romantic gestures. i want my hair played in at the most unexpected moments. i want silent eye connections that lead to smiles. i want to take random walks.

Just realized I’m more like Kakashi in the fact that I really do be out here in public straight reading smut huh?

In my gothic and horror literature class this semester, we are talking about Frankenstein and reading the book.

We were having the conversation, as kinda like a towards the end of the book discussion type deal, and discussing who the heroes were in this book or if there was a tragic hero or even a villain.

Of course everyone was like fuck Victor, he was a hoe for acting the way that he did and we agreed that he was a villain but also not because that would mean there’s an opposing side.

Then one girl starting talking about the monster saying, “The monster I feel bad for because although the things he did wasn’t good, he was built that way, and he didn’t have a choice really the matter of which he reacted in situations.” And it felt like a deep conversation until, “He just girl bossed his way a little to close to the sun so I think with all that being said he’s a tragic villain”

💀 sometimes college reminds me of public school

Don’t beat the ass that feeds you, or something like that