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tiffanytoms · 1 year
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In this week’s installment of the Mr tries to give me Harry Potter erotica™️ ideas:
And then she should say, “Oh wow. That’s a nice good sized dick you got there… It must be about… 9 AND THREE QUARTERS” 🪄🚂
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Honestly, I’m just mad I didn’t think of it first 🤣
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just wrote an entire blowjob scene and my draft didn’t save so I’m going to go stare at a wall for 30 minutes before I try again
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freakywrites · 7 months
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I have a strong fear and disgust for the word cock
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brettdoesdiscourse · 8 months
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As a bisexual woman I would rather never read smut again than read most F/F smut. So much of the language people seem to see as default is just. So repulsive.
Folds. Juices. Mound. Love flaps. Flesh lips. Moist core. Slick cavern.
Its like reading the world's weirdest cooking show or exploration log. I would personally love to read about my favorite F/F ships but the moment it gets to the smut I get the immediate ick.
I think the worst I've ever seen is moist flesh hole. Definitely a special case outlier, but seriously. How do you expect me to rub the sin button to that?
Not totally the same, but lately, I've noticed an influx of people using the word "slurp" in smut fics. And it takes me out of the story so immediately. I have to completely get myself back into the fic, that shit is so gross to me.
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soobadnoonecanstopher · 9 months
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This smut chapter is slow and agonizing to write.
Y’all better clench.
Cause this is not going to be luxury smut.
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whatthefishh · 11 months
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Miguel falls short of calling you stupid when you’re on your period and you try to push his hands away from you.
“You think I care?” He scoffs.
He continues to take off your bottoms, his intimidating form walking you to the mattress before laying you down on a towel, groaning at the sight of your slick folds.
“C’mon princesa, gimme one before I give it to you.”
After coming once, he has to hold you down to take him, eyes pinned to where he’s literally making room for himself inside your tender walls.
“That’s it, asi, taking me so well,” he groans, the extra wetness making it easier for him to glide through you.
And when you start whining because you’re so sensitive, he shushes you, brushing your hair back and alternating between soft nibbling and sloppy kisses along your skin, “I know, honey. I know. Just one, just give me one more.”
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toji-girl · 2 months
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31 & 37 for that smut prompt thing, but with Midoriya. You know that broccoli headed little angel is nothing but a savage in the the sheets
SJKns YES!! I love him so much! I will always think of Izuku the sweet-faced man who is so good to you, but in the bedroom? I feel like he can be such a dom or sub, whatever you want that man will be! this is not my best work djn - prompts
tags: 18+ only content - mdni + fem reader + Izuku got dusted with sex pollen + overstimulation + kitchen sex + creampie + all characters are over the age of 21
Monday started off like most days.
You woke up before your husband to pack Izuku some lunch for his shift, then you bid him goodbye with a hug and kiss that he always treasured and asked for more because he never knows if he's making it back home to you or not, so he's extra with his affection.
However, it wasn't a normal day though, during your self-care routine your phone vibrated on the bathroom counter, it was your husband.
He never called during the day unless it was super important, but if you ever rang him then he'd answer, Izuku prefers to send a quick text to tell you he was thinking about you, but this? This is new.
Jabbing the screen you answered it and wiped off your cream face mask. "Hey babe, you okay?" You asked leaning into the mirror.
On the other side of the phone you could hear him breathing raggedly, your name rolled off his tongue hoarse and thick.
"Is the front door unlocked?" Izuku asked ignoring your question.
After you wiped your face off you made your way to the front door making sure it was unlocked for him before going to the kitchen in need of something to drink. "It is yes, what's the matter Izuku?"
Instead of getting an answer he hung up on you which only made you more confused, then a few moments later you heard the front door.
Heavy footsteps sounded throughout the house that came closer to you. "Izuku?" You called out a little worried and confused about why your husband was acting like this until he finally showed himself.
He stood tall and strong like a willow tree leaning against the doorframe breathing raggedly as he stared at you, his chest rising fast as he closed the distance between the both of you.
His fingers curled into the fabric of your dress as he buried his nose into the crook of your neck as got you naked, his lips following no pattern as he peppered you with wet kisses while groping your ass.
"Babe? What is going on?" You asked with a slight gasp as he kneeled in front of you to tug your panties down. With your hands on his shoulders, he looked up at you with pink cheeks and wild eyes.
Izuku leaned in to inhale the musky scent of your pussy on bare display for him, his tongue lolled out to taste you as his hands stayed glued to your ass. "Villian." He muttered giving you half an answer.
With his mouth suctioned to your cunt there was no way you wanted it now anyway as you leaned against the counter to stay upright as you spread your legs hoisting one up over his shoulder as your fingers threaded through dark and green hair tugging slightly with a moan.
His tongue stroked over your clit over and over again bringing forth a type of pleasure that made you dizzy with it, all you could do was focus on the pressure he was using to bring you to climax.
As you stared down at him he looked like a feral man when he pulled away to lick his lips cleaning up your slick with a soft growl as he stood to his full height to rip his uniform off quickly. "Deku!"
Usually, when you used that name he would look at you like he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar but this time he ignored you as he shredded the material until he stood stark naked in front of you.
Scars that looked like lightning were scattered along his body from years of training, now at twenty-eight years old he only gained more from his time in UA. Your eyes widened at his erection that stood up.
"It's so big. How the hell are we gonna make that thing fit?"
His cock was bigger and thicker, curving a little to make sure it hit the perfect spot to have you creaming, the head was swollen and dripped with thick pre-cum, something you'd never seen before.
Izuku wrapped his fingers around the base and jerked himself off as he turned you around making sure you braced yourself before he pressed the tip against your fluttering hole. "A little bit of patience."
With the sex pollen that was dusted over him and the group he was in, it seemed that Izuku got the worst of it and he didn't have time to shower like everyone else did, and right now he didn't have any patience, his mind was swimming with one thing only: you.
He rested his hands on your hips once he pushed inside while leaning forward to nuzzle his head against your shoulder as he thrust all the way in. "Feels so good, gonna drown myself inside your pussy."
His voice came out gravelly as he rutted against you like a virgin not really thinking about anything else but the way your warm silken walls hugged him tight made his stomach ripple with pleasure.
You spread your legs wider for him feeling him go even deeper if that was possible making you gasp and push against him grinding down on him fucking yourself now as he transferred the pollen to you.
The both of you fucked each other like wild animals snarling and mating, his fingers curled into your dress again ripping the fabric until it hung around your frame in shreds with missing chunks.
Izuku pounded you from behind his hips were sure to bruise your ass and you both were going to be sore tomorrow as he hunched over you more kissing and biting at your neck and panting your name.
You lost count of how many times you came coating his dick in w a white creamy essence that he begged you to suck clean then he'd eat his loads of cum from your gaping cunt until you were empty.
It was only right that he filled you up again.
"I'm not done with you. Get back here." Izuku growled pushing himself back inside you to rid of that pollen that made his blood boil when you attempted to pull away for a moment.
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kiwanopie · 1 year
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Sakusa just looks like he falls asleep with his big ass hand on ur tit. It’s not even sexual at this point he just does it cause he can. As soon as he scoots in behind you to get himself comfortable the first thing he does is slide his hand up ur shirt and grabs a handful before belting himself to your back and clocking out a second later. And it’s not even limited to the bedroom, sometimes he’ll just be on the phone and see you standing in the kitchen making a snack and you’ll just feel the bottom of your shirt lift a little before his fingers are dipping under the cup of ur bra. The guy isn’t even necessarily a tit man, he just does it because you’re his
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murdrdocs · 5 months
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in case you were wondering if mike talks you through it: i'm here to tell you that he does!
he's affectionate, and someone who likes to see others succeed, so verbal praise and encouragement sort of comes to him easily. of course, he's a bit of a shy guy, quiet even when he has something to say, sometimes only talks when he's spoken to. so it's a little hard to get him out of his old habits when fucking.
but mike is the founder of the Pussy Drunk Society and he just babbles when he's in you for long enough. it's like he's under a spell, forced to voice nearly every thought that pops up in his mind and when he's fucking into you, balls audibly slapping against your ass each time his skin meets yours, the only thoughts he has is you.
"you're so good for me, baby. always so good. feel good, too. wanna live in your pussy for ever and ever. god, honey."
and even when he's a little submissive, fucking himself out of his own mind, if you're faltering, struggling to keep up with him, he's all: "no, no, you got it, honey. don't doubt yourself. you feel good, right? yeah? it’ll feel even better when you cum. you can do it, baby. you can do it for me, can’t you? there you go. just like that. don’t think too hard about it. just lemme make you feel good.”
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tiffanytoms · 1 year
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I would 100% pay for you to have Lily make the 9 and 3 quarters comment about James as a joke during sex in one of your fics
DON’T ENCOURAGE HIM! 🙈
Did my husband put you up to this? 😆
Omg… can you imagine?
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abbyscherry · 4 months
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mean ellie fs loves a little face slapping here and there
idk what this is 😚
mean ellie who has you practically folded in half in your bed. knees pressing against your chest, her rough hands keeping them pinned against you with nowhere else to go. her raspy chuckle is ringing through your ears, and she’s hungrily watching how the tears roll down your face because she’s so deep and she can’t help but scoff under her breath. “can feel me real deep huh?” she mumbled. free hand pressing down on your stomach to prove her point, smirking smugly behind the pieces of hair falling in front of her face, enjoying the way your mouth opens with soft whimpers. 
“s’too much, els please” you whined. wide and glossy eyes peering up at her. her hips were snapping against you faster, fucking you harder. she was hitting every spot that had your toes curling, eyes rolling, and fingers clawing at the skin of her arm. “too much” you hiccuped.
“such a crybaby” she tutted. her body leaning forward, pushing your knees even closer to your chest, and grips your jaw in a firm grasp between her fingers. those hazel eyes staring right back at yours, silently watching the tears roll down your cheeks. “my pretty crybaby” she mumbled raspily. groaning like she could feel your cunt clenching around the silicone at her words. knowing there was nothing but truth behind them. “yeah, course you are. look at you, already crying on my cock huh?”
no words form in your throat so you’re just nodding wordlessly up at her, lips parting with soft moans. you’re already so out of it that you’re barely registering ellie removing her fingers from your jaw and looking at you with such a smirk that you have to blink away the tears in your eyes repeatedly. “el?” you mumbled. 
“say it” she groaned. stroking the side of your face with her fingers. “tell me you’re my pretty crybaby”
she’s so deep that you cannot think a single right thought and there’s no sign of her slowing down the longer you just look at her, mouth wide open and the only thing leaving your damn mouth is pornographic sounds that have her cocking her head to the side just slightly, lips forming into a pout. “too fucked out to say anything?” she rolled her eyes.
the sudden feeling of her hand hitting your cheek— not enough to seriously hurt you, just enough to have your ears ringing, skin lightly stinging, and brain going to mush, once again has your cunt clenching around the silicone, whines slipping from between your lips and nails digging harder into the skin of her arm. “els” you whimpered.
“say it” she muttered. fingers soothing the pain in your cheek, squishing them gently with a chuckle.
“m’your pretty crybaby” you sighed. leaning your face into the palm of her hand with a tired smile. her thumb making quick work towards your lower lip, where she brushes the rough pad of skin across it, humming.
“i know” she mumbled. tongue wetting her dry lips as she just swipes the spit from yours all over. “always so pretty, but you look even prettier when you’re crying on my cock”
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sunsburns · 2 months
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[ nsfw 17+ ]
i’ve been thinking about frat boy!luke who tries to throw the biggest party the world has ever seen at least once a month. he's one of those guys who is actually convinced he can throw a party exactly like project x. but maybe even better (his words i swearr).
he’d even be corny enough to print out a bunch of invites and just throw them around the school so whoever’s interested can just show up.
and that's where you met him, at his biggest party yet. the party was already at full swing when you got there; music blaring through the speakers, colourful lights glowing from the open windows. students and crashers alike jumping to the music and holding red cups in their hands.
and then you catch his eye. he’s standing near the backyard, just walking back into the house to get more drinks when he spots you.
and yeah, you’ve had a class or two with him before, he might have asked you for a pencil once. you doubt he remembers you though.
but then one look turned into three, and the lingering stares from across the room, and knowing smiles, and nudges from friends continue.
you eventually bump into him on the dance floor, both tipsy. a drunk smile crosses your face as you wordlessly start to dance together.
what starts off innocent quickly turns into something more, your hands brush his arms, his hands find themselves comfortable on your sides, and they start to crawl to your waist, then your hips, and if you were a little braver, you might’ve grabbed his collar and kissed him then.
but instead, luke took your hand in his, and he leaned closer, close enough for him to ask you if you wanted to go somewhere a little more private. somewhere quieter, he said, so you could talk.
and you would’ve loved to talk to him, to get to know who the real luke castellan was, his interests, what he studies, where he’s from. but all those questions start to blur the moment you find yourself climbing up the stairs, turning corners and giggling behind him when he walks in on a couple fucking in the bathroom.
you barely remember what you want to ask him when he pushes you against a wall at the end of the hallway, music a little muffled, breaths a lot louder. and now you’re gasping into his mouth, your teeth crashing against his because there’s no coordination in your movements. one hand at the back of your neck to hold you while his tongue slips into your mouth.
and you’re both touching each other, hands wandering over clothes, fingers twitching to touch the warmth of skin, squeezing whatever there was to squeeze frantically.
your head spinning as his other hand pulls your leg up, up and up until you can wrap it around his hips, and he presses his crotch against yours. he tastes like cheap liquor and bad mistakes, and you try to ignore the way your stomach twists whenever he says your name (or at least something that sounds like it, maybe off by a syllable or two).
you bite his lower lip, tugging on it with your teeth and you let go to stare at him for just a second. he's a lot prettier up close. his big pouty lips, the scruff hair on his face. the way he smirks at you before pulling his cap off and placing it over your hair. “fit’s like a charm.”
you roll your eyes, “shut up.”
his hands find themselves under your shirt, cupping your boob and squeezing them gently as he sucks a bruise to your neck. you decide to take a leap and reach for his crotch, glancing down the hallway to make sure you’re away from peering eyes before you unbuckle his belt and grope him over his boxers.
it's all wreckless, and messy, where he tries to undo the buttons of your shorts but his fingers are trembling from you touching him. and while you’re not actually sure of what you’re doing, you love the noises luke is making, so you keep going.
he’s huffing into your neck, your ear, then back into your mouth, little whines that urge you to move faster, his black cap nearly slipping off your head.
“fuck- wait wait,” he sputters, pulling away from you.
you need to suck in a deep breath to clear your head. “what-?”
“you're in my calc class, right?”
“seriously?”
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midkarma · 1 year
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geto is so sweet. he buys you flowers, walks you to your classes, holds your hand going anywhere. he knows your favorite movies, foods, drinks. he memorizes the shows you watch and your favorite characters so he can talk about them with you
but that man fucks you like he hates you. one hand pushing your head against the mattress, the other holding your hip to his, occasionally slapping your ass when he thinks you’ve gotten a little too quiet. he pulls your hair and calls you names: slut, whore, bad girl. but when he’s feeling condescending, he calls you sweetheart.
he laughs at you when you cry from overstimulation. he loves hearing your moans when he hits that spot inside you to make you see stars. geto leans over your spent body, he thrusts pausing only for a moment so he can turn your head to the side and kiss your bruised lips, his tongue moving against yours as you moan softly into his mouth.
“you’re so cute, aren’t you sweetheart? too bad i’m not done with you just yet.”
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alwaysshallow · 8 months
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price and you..... serving at the same time, you're by his side 24/7 as partners, obviously? everyone jokes about you being close because you're 100% "fucking each other", but that doesn't cross your or his mind. you're just brushing it off, obviously, laughing a bit. it's pure, you trust each other.
it's like this until he sees you in a dress when you're both going undercover. he pretends it's nothing, he acts his role perfectly, you get intel. you go back to your hotel room, mission went perfect, but his eyes are somewhere else than bed; your cleavage.
it's the first time he sees you like this, you realize. like a man sees a woman, not a comrade, not a partner in crime. it's the way his eyes go up and down, satisfied with the view. you blush.
"you're staring" it makes him chuckle.
his pupils would be so dilated.
"i know" he says, emptying his glass of water.
and next thing you know, after a little banter, after teasing him a bit, you are with him on bed, kissing, he's so eager:( and he just pulls up your dress:( makes his way to your panties, his calloused tips teasing the material. price eats your pussy like crazy, whispering how good you are for him. he's not reacting at your pleas to slow down, the man is eating.
he asks himself how he didn't notice you earlier, and after he makes you come twice, he fucks the shit out of you to make up for the lost time.
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fairyofshampgyu · 3 months
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Need to mark Beomie’s tummy up so badly like this…! He’s literally got the prettiest body ever and such a small waist like imagine gripping his waist so hard and digging your nails into his pretty creamy flesh and kissing and leaving hickeys on his tummy, also scratching and marking as he squirms and whimpers, cock dribbling a little just at you touching and marking his body bc he’s so sensitive and he’s whining bc he wants you touch him properly but he still lets you do whatever you want to him bc he’s yours after all, and when you ask he'll whimper and tell you he's only your pretty boy ! You still have to mark his whole body though in hickeys and bites so other people get it too, he'll end up cumming just from that bc of how oversensitive he is to all of it, hiding his face in the crook of his arm and moaning loudly with a gasp, embarrassed and cum covering his pretty marked body <3
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duckingwriting · 1 year
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Writing sex scenes and fighting scenes are the same. There are strange noises and too many body parts. There is a hand I don't know where it came from or there is an arm and suddenly the arm is gone and I don't know where it went.
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