#pwp i guess

[starrystevie]

wear you like a necklace | written by rogersharringtons on ao3

“I don’t have any condoms.” “Well, I do. Just go get one from my room.” There’s silence in the air as they look back and forth between their hard cocks, Eddie’s perfectly nestled in the ring of his fingers and Steve’s large enough that his fingers don’t even come close to touching. From where Eddie’s laying, his cock is a good few inches shorter than Steve’s, let alone the difference in girth. “I umm - I don’t really think that’s gonna work.” Steve sighs and bends down to give Eddie a searing kiss in apology, hoping to soothe away the annoyed pinch of his face. He climbs back onto the bed and slots their hips together, legs entwining as they roll their hips. “Don’t worry, there’s still plenty of fun to be had.” 

or; Steve has a huge dick and Eddie wants to prove he can take it all. pt 2: thigh fucking

explicit | 7.2k

tags: pwp, steve harrington has a big dick, eddie munson is a cock whore, dom/sub, thigh fucking, choking, slapping, daddy kink

#hi surprise guess what i finally finished #steddie #my writing #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fanfic #steddie smut #steddie pwp #steddie fic

[dracognition]

Through a New Lens

Draco/Harry (Explicit, 4.2k)

Haughtily, he lifted his hand from his eyes and glared. “Oh. You.” “Um,” said Potter. “You’re in no place to judge,” Draco informed him. “Did you know half the frames they offer are modelled after yours? You’re lucky we managed to find ones that looked nicer, or it would be worse.” Potter evidently found him too horrible to look at, because he was staring steadfastly out the window, flushed over his ears and down his throat. Draco elected to ignore the cruelty of it in favour of asking: “Good god, why are you so red?” “What?” Potter asked, his eyes darting to Draco’s before he turned redder, then, “I’m. Well.”

Draco gets glasses. Harry’s very normal about it.

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#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #hp #mine #cannot stop myself from writing pwp. i guess

[wikiangela]

inspiration saturday

tagged by @hippolotamus @daffi-990 @spotsandsocks @hoodie-buck @thewolvesof1998 @giddyupbuck @wildlife4life @jamespearce9-1-1 @fortheloveofbuddie 💖💖

soooo I might have started a new wip lol 🙈 (i'll be back to all the other ones soon istg, i just have way too many ideas haha) not sure wtf this is tbh, it was inspired very randomly by playing the sims lmao I just started writing and don't have enough of a snippet to share but for now here's a tiny moodboard haha

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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @gaydiaz @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @diazblunt @911onabc @spagheddiediaz @housewifebuck @gayhoediaz @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @monsterrae1 @honestlydarkprincess @underwater-ninja-13 @eowon @exhuastedpigeon @weewootruck @loserdiaz @jesuisici33 @evanbegins @steadfastsaturnsrings @ladydorian05 @disasterbuckdiaz @lover-of-mine @malewifediaz @pirrusstuff @jeeyuns @theotherbuckley @911-on-abc

#inspiration saturday #moodboard #fic moodboard #fic snippet #buddie #buddie fic #buddie wip #wikiangela writes #btw it's gonna be smut #most likely pwp/porn with feelings aka my specialty lol #it's been too long since i've written smut and it's calling out to me lmao #married buddie smut #<- that's what the doc is called for now so i guess that's how i'll tag it haha #i was playing ts4 and gave my sims wedding rings for once and I was just like: damn it looks so cool and soo good #and suddenly the idea popped into my head haha #(the idea came to me while the sims were fucking and i got distracted by how awesome the wedding rings looked so that's why this lmao) #also based on like all my smut moodboards - i think im obsessed with hands lmao

[andithiel]

Harry Potter and the Quest for the Faulty Vibrator

Drarry | 9k | Explicit

Tags: EWE, PWP, auror trainers, magical sex toys, accidental edging, getting a toy stuck inside, magically powerful Harry, wandless magic, anal fingering, out of medical necessity, kissing, anal sex, probably ill advised considering the situation, both are too horny to care, explicit consent, enthusiastic consent, bottoming from the top, Harry has the patience of an angel, ust, rst, multiple orgasms, coming untouched, aftercare of sorts, getting together

Summary: When Pansy Parkinson talks Harry into going to Malfoy’s flat to help him with an emergency, Harry’s not entirely sure what to find. It’s definitely not a naked Malfoy needing help retrieving a magical vibrator stuck in his arse.

A/N: Oh. My GOD! This took me so effin long to write and it's finally done! I'm not including any excerpt because I've left multiple snips when writing this. Thank you so much to my 3 lovely betas @sleepstxtic, @nefariousfairybread and Dromikins who looked this over for me and made me feel like a rockstar, you're the best.

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#drarry #drarry fic #sex toys gone rogue #pwp #accidental edging #wandless magis as a turn on #ust #rst #i honestly don't know how to tag this #enjoy i guess! #andithielwrites

[apomaro-mellow]

just saw someone refer to Nope as "kinda horror" so I guess the word horror is goin up on the shelf until some of us understand how to use it

#nope movie #nope 2022 #it IS horror #straight up #im a hypocrite tho #i did make a pwp #that i called *slightly* smutty #so put me in jail too i guess

[bryndeavour]

WIP tag game

Tagged by @verecunda. Thanks!

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Another Echo. Another vision of Casey led Alan on as he pursued his intertwining and sometimes divergent Plots. Putting himself in place of the detective was not as easy as he imagined, but every writer would admit that their characters often guided the story more than it was vice-versa. He’d been led to the Oceanview Hotel - and then through it - through cult and ghosts and murder and mayhem. Carnage was what met him as he finally looked for the right room. He was to find The Devil and with it came viscera and blood and bodies and that itch itch itch in the back of his mind that promised he’d find what he suspected.  A villain. A monster.  In front of the elevators, blood pooled under his feet.

I am absolutely NOT tagging a million people cause I didn't do a single sentence (absolutely never do I do a single sentence lmao). BUT I WILL TAG SOME PEOPLE. NO REQUIREMENT TO RESPOND! @mr-iskender, @frankandpercy, @greenapricot, @ronniebox, @drdarling, @blessedpictures, @lemonistas, @vita-s-west, @honestlyvan

#tag memes #my writing #proof of writing life I guess #anyway this is another pwp with a loose set up lol

[impossible-rat-babies]

wip wednesday!

i got tagged by: @myreia, @lilas and @lavampira <3 i apologize if i double tag (it's bc i love you all), but im gonna tag: @scionshtola, @musingmycelium, @thevikingwoman, @fooltofancy, @hythlodaes, @coldshrugs and whomever else! go for it!

putting this below the cut for nsfw writing (it's been ages since i did any serious writing like this so i am just vibing)

eyrie’s back arches—a graceful curve in the line of their neck to the swell of their chest with the rush of their breath. The soft curve of their lower back—a hand cradling the base of their tail. Their own bone white hands squirming—grabbing handfuls of the sheets. Their heels pressing into the bed and their toes curl. Sweat sticky from the heat in their gut as the cool breeze sets their skin alight with pin prick gooseflesh.

The pale fog of the morning light the only other witness to their soft gasps and faint moans.

Their stray hand slides down their stomach—to try and press between their slick thighs for some sort of relief, but a hand catches theirs. Knits their fingers together and presses it into their hip. A frustrated sound slides from their lips, head tipping back into the pillow.

He pulls off of their shaft, squeezing their hand and they open their eyes to meet his eyes. His hand sliding up the outside of their thigh, wet lips pressing kisses against gooseflesh—long grey lashes brushing their skin—his breath tickling their skin.

“I have you.” He tells them with a soft smile and a kiss to a teeth and lip shaped bruise as his only promise before he dips his head back down again. Coaxing their legs open further, he takes them back between his lips as his hand slips between their thighs. A shiver runs down their spine and a half sighed moan of relief trembles off their lips.

“Please…?” Their voice is rough and quiet in its meaningless question. What do they desire? It sits tight and unnamed in their gut and chest, overwhelming. How long has it been since they’ve been in a bed with someone like this? Too long in how their thighs are already shaking from his simple gentle touches.

#owen writes: wip #it's just pwp for now. some plot with sneak in though #it's more eyrie and estinien bc im just like. this is my home for now i guess #oc: eyrie kisne

[ofmd-alsaurus]

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#i blacked out and wrote a thousand words of dialogue again lol #new alsaurus pwp coming soon i guess lmao

[dustzvacuumcleaner]

Sorry but I drew something kinky(….)

#thomas jefferson #james madison #amrev fandom #amrev #pwp I suppose #jeffmads #dom!madison #dom but still being cute..(and kinda evil) #not friendly modern au but some sophisticated one #i guess

[kivaember]

have this wip of a freud/621 pwp where they're fighting while they're fucking you're welcome (this wip is mostly sfw)

Freud was on the hunt. 

The heavy footfalls of his steel-capped boots echoed loudly as he prowled through the dimly lit storage facility for the Vesper’s main base of operations in Belius, the towering stacks of shipping containers and crates creating an angular maze with plenty of dead-ends and blind spots. His only source of light was his flashlight that normally hung from his toolbelt when he wasn’t in his piloting rig - after all, if he wasn’t piloting, he was doing mechanical work on LOCKSMITH. 

Or hunting his favourite playmate. 

Belius was in its night cycle, and most good little pilots like Pater were in their bunk, snoring away. But their newest and most difficult member? V.VII Raven was scurrying around after hours, throwing up the figurative middle finger at his enforced curfew despite Snail’s teeth-gritted demands for him to adhere to Vesper hierarchy. 

If it were anyone else, Raven would’ve been tossed headfirst into re-education until his surprising rebelliousness had been stamped out, but fortunately for him, Freud intervened on his behalf. He liked Raven as he was: feral, vicious, always looking minutes away from ripping out his throat with his teeth - and as V.I, he overruled V.II’s increasingly strained suggestion to bring that mutt to heel.

Like hell. Freud was letting this beast run loose for the fun of it. It was Snail’s own fault if he kept letting himself get bitten. 

(He wasn’t even being figurative about it. Since capturing Raven and browbeating him into uneasy compliance by holding Walter’s life over his head, Snail had been bitten by Raven on four separate occasions, the last almost resulting in a lost thumb. To be honest, Freud was pretty certain Snail deserved it in some way. You’d think he’d learn to stay away after the first time, let alone the third.)

While Raven was obedient in terms of carrying out Vesper missions flawlessly, outside of the cockpit he was an agent of surly chaos. Freud thought it cute, though, and he always enjoyed these little games of theirs. After all, there was a reason why Freud was in the storage facility after hours, wandering around this faux maze with nothing but a little flashlight lighting his way… 

“Raven~” Freud called in a teasing lilt. “I know you’re here. You didn’t cover up your trail very well…”

A trail that Freud could see crystal clear beneath the glare of his flashlight. Small boot prints tracked across the concrete floor, an oily sheen to them: because it was an oil, and probably a mix of lubricant and other fluids required for effective AC functioning. Freud had tracked this trail from LOCKSMITH’s sabotaged hydraulics and fuel system all the way to this storage facility, more amused than annoyed about the damage to his AC. 

It was an easy fix, barely a few hours of work. Besides, the aim wasn’t to sabotage LOCKSMITH, it was to catch Freud’s attention. 

He followed the dwindling boot prints until he came to a dead-end… at a glance. He scanned the towering containers, just in case Raven was lying in wait for him up there (happened last time, where the little bastard had jumped on Freud like a rabid monkey and tried strangling him), but there was nothing he could see. However, the dead-end was a wall, and that wall had a ventilation opening, just big enough for someone as small and scrawny as Raven to slither into. 

Said ventilation opening had its grate removed too. 

“Really,” Freud sighed, kneeling down in front of it and shining his torch up there. “How am I meant to fit in there…” 

He could probably squeeze in and have enough space to crawl, but he’d be damned if he encountered a sharp corner. He wasn’t that flexible, and unlike the augmented assholes in the Vespers, Freud was beholden to the march of time. He was in his late thirties, and his joints weren’t as bendy as they used to be. Though, maybe he could-

“Ngh!”

-a sudden weight rammed into his back, and it was only his quick reflexes that stopped him from braining himself against the edge of the ventilation duct. He frantically slammed his forearm against the wall, and pushed back, landing hard on whoever had body slammed into him and hearing that familiar, wheezy grunt of Raven having all the air squashed out of his lungs. It was a very distinct noise.

Cheeky little- he ambushed him!

Grinning ferally, Freud twisted around and tried to get Raven into a headlock, but the smaller mercenary was as slippery as an eel. He dropped his flashlight during the fray, a stray kick sending it spinning and half-blinding him as he wrestled with Raven in the dark. The merc didn’t hold back his punches at all - literally. Freud had to bite back a grunt of pain when Raven full on slugged him in the chest, clearly going for the solar plexus and narrowly missing it - but it left him open in exchange. 

Freud grabbed his arm and twisted it violently, Raven letting out a strained, gasping snarl of pain, and slammed the mercenary face down on the floor. Raven thrashed and squirmed underneath him, even trying to twist around to bite him, but with his arm firmly held against his back, he wasn’t going anywhere. 

Freud was the victor, and he took his rightful throne of sitting on the back of Raven’s thighs as a result. 

“Well…” he panted, winded from that punch. Even if it missed his solar plexus, it still knocked the air out of him, damn. “You got me good for a second there, scavenger bird.” 

Raven hissed at him like a cat. 

“You were hoping to concuss me, hm?” Freud murmured, his blood still running hot but not quite clouding his mind as he thought back to that whole exchange. It would’ve worked. If Freud hadn’t been so quick on his reflexes, he would’ve smashed face first into the wall, leaving him disorientated. Raven would’ve capitalised on that, and…

But, it didn’t quite work out like that. Freud had been that little bit faster, but the ambush had still been pretty good. Freud got a little too complacent. 

“Looks like I won, though.” Freud shifted his weight and, still keeping Raven’s arm twisted behind his back, pressed his body in close, so he could murmur into his ear: “That means I get to decide the penalty.”

Raven didn’t respond or move. His free arm was slightly extended past his shoulders, and the narrow beam of his flashlight shone directly onto his scarred fingers. They were twitching slightly, like Raven was fighting down some sort of response, and Freud couldn’t help but smile. Down but not beaten… if Freud wasn’t careful, Raven might try going for the eyes again. 

Keeping his heavy-lidded gaze on Raven’s twitching fingers, he nosed his dark, half-curled hair before gently biting his ear. The mercenary flinched beneath him, and Freud pressed his half-hard erection against the firm swell of Raven’s ass, grinding languidly. 

Raven’s twitching fingers curled into a loose fist.

#armored core #armored core 6 #v.i freud #621 #vi621 #fanfic #wip rambles #when ur just sitting around and suddenly gripped to write violent pwp #welp here we are #enjoy? #i guess

[spaceytrash]

I'm also currently trying to write an Izzy/Frenchie (pretty much pwp) oneshot and damn has my writing gone downhill after like a year of no writing anything

#our flag means death #izzy hands #izzy/frenchie #fanfic #i mean honest to god I'm trying but it's so bad which sucks #I mean I'm drunk so it's obviously more shit than ever but god do I love that ship #also it's kinda funny how often I write pwp fics despite being asexual #it's just kinda ironic isn't it? #let's hops I actually manage it and be able post this fic #or other ones's in the fandom cause I love it #and I wanna get back into writing as I genuinely trying #and now I also wanna write a #ouizzy #fic of scarborough ahoy! cause that short film is so dman good #but one thing at a time #I guess

[themarginalthinker]

Michael gets himself stuck in a wall while exploring the cave, and solicits help from the boys. It goes about as well as you'd expect.

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shameless 15 pages of pwp of Michael and poly boys. We hope you enjoy.

#the lost boys #michael/poly boys #pwp #we don't normally write this sort of thing #and I was anticipating it taking longer to cap off #I guess it was closer to being done than I thought #here you are then

[lodessa]

"I hope you didn't learn that from me," his uncle says, and then when Eddie makes a confused face, he clarifies, "Thinking you should settle for whatever scraps you're offered, that you aren't worth more than that."

"Uncle Wayne..." Eddie doesn't know what to say to that, discovering that even though his uncle is the one person who has ever put him first he might think Eddie doesn't see that.

"I know it is a little 'do as I say, not as I do' but don't you let anyone use you at their convenience and disregard yours."

"Wait... What?"

"That Cunningham girl, she's pretty sure, but you are worth more than-"

"Wait... you know ?!"

"Eddie..." his uncle pauses and sighs, "I recognize I might not be the most hands-on of parental figures, but I do pay some attention to what is going on in your life."

"Chrissy isn't what you think she is," he feels the need to clarify.  "She's..."

He feels himself blushing, thinking about Chrissy, trying to think of a way to say how he feels about her out loud even to his uncle.

"I’m not trying to insult your girl. This isn’t a speech about you deserve better than her, Eddie.  It’s about you knowing that you deserve more from her, from anyone.  That you don’t just have to accept whatever you’re offered and never ask for more.”

“What makes you think I am not getting what I want?”

“So you want to be a shameful secret? Look… I know I’m not the world’s best role model.  I’ve tried to do the best I can by you, but watching me and how I live my life… I worry you have picked up on habits I never meant for you to adopt.”

“You want to know what watching you taught me?” Eddie replies, tenderness for this man who tried to be so much more for a nephew he never asked to have dropped on his doorstep than anyone had ever been for him.  “You taught me that when you care about someone, when you love them, you do whatever you have to in order to give them what they need, what is best for them, even when they don’t ask for it… even when they tell you it isn’t necessary.”

“Eddie…”

“So that’s what I’m doing.  I’m being there for Chrissy, but also I’m protecting her.  The last thing she needs is every day to become a gauntlet of dealing with everyone else’s reactions to us.   And I don’t need her to shout from the rooftops how she feels about me… I don’t need that because of something else I learned from you: actions do speak louder than words.  You didn’t have to tell me you cared about me, trusted me, believed in me.  You have shown me that every day since you took in a scrawny, bruised, smart mouthed, little twelve year old and gave everything you had to take care of me.”

“Oh hell…” His uncle isn’t one for big speeches, and Eddie knows that it took a lot for him even to bring this subject up.  “You’re the best thing that has happened to me, kid.  My life might be small and shabby but having you here, watching you grow into the man you are becoming, seeing the passion you have for your games and your music and everyone around you… you have made it so much brighter.”

#stranger things #eddie munson #wayne munson #eddie x chrissy #yes it is hellcheer #but you know sometimes you sit down to write some PWP and then suddenly there's some sappy family feels and manly heart to hearts instead #preview to the followup from my last fic i guess

[icehot13]

man i really gotta stop reading bookmark comments

#the trend of getting FUCKING ROASTED continues #look ididn't like the ending either but i desperately wanted to fINISH IT ok #it's not resolved!!!! #it's the start of a story as an ending okay i tried something new and i HAVE REGRETS #i didn't know what to DO the whole fic was just VIBES NO THOUGHTS #i should have left it a pwp oneshot like i originally pictured lmfao no one ever complains about those #i wanted it to feel like an in-progress ending!!! because the whole fic was a process!!!! #that's it next time i'm ending a fic by killing ghost off #sigh oh well can't win em all i guess

[hardboiledteacozy]

The growing urge to write cytham fic where Cyno is staying over at Haitham's place while on a mission in Sumeru City and explore more of their dynamic

(Edit: psst there's a short part one now)

https://hardboiledteacozy.tumblr.com/post/702001219715121152/theres-a-part-1-now-because-this-idea-still

#jay's genshin tag #jay writes about writing which is pretty meta i guess #cytham #sorry for adding to the scant tag with my rambling here #but I've got a Thing written already and it's already straying into pwp territory