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might have to write horny mirko fanfic bc muscled slightly crazed rabbit lady hot

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Mell’s legs shook, her chest heaved with deep breaths, and she shuddered down from yet another orgasm. She gazed down at the woman’s face between her thighs and whimpered, “Baby. I don’t think I can go any more. Baby. I can’t. I can’t, I can’t.”

Lora planted a quick kiss on Mell’s clit—making Mell’s legs involuntarily twitch— and brought her face up, wiping off the wetness from her chin. “No. You're going to cum one more time for me. Be my good girl and give me one more orgasm.” She nuzzled and nibbled the inside of Mell’s thigh after she finished her sentence. She stared up at Mell’s sweat-stained face with a look that didn’t ask, but demanded. “I’m going to eat you out and won't stop until you cum again for me. Lay on back, baby. You’ve got this.”

Mell tilted her chin back as Lora began oh-so-gently peppering her outer lips with kisses. “Okay. Okay. Okay, baby, I’m yours.”

Lora grinned wickedly. “Yes, you are.” She began to lick inside Mell’s lips again. She licked down to her entrance, pushing her tongue inside and relishing the way it made Mell’s breath hitch. After a few moments, she once again moved up, ghosting kisses over Mell’s clit. She began to gently circle it with her tongue, then gradually increased the pressure. Whereas before Mell had shied away from overstimulation, she began to keen her hips towards the contact again. Taking this as her cue, Lora alternated swirling her tongue around Mell’s clit with more direct, up-and-down licks—the most sure fire way to bring Mell back to the edge.

It was honestly incredible how well Lora knew her body. Lora slipped in two fingers inside her, and Mell knew after a few deep curls upward that Lora was right. She was absolutely going to cum again.

When Mell began to rock her hips to fuck herself on Lora’s fingers, Lora gave her clit even more focus by sucking on it while flicking it with her tongue. If it hadn’t required taking her mouth away, she would have showered her girlfriend with praise. She was being so good for her, being such a good girl, giving Lora her pleasure when told to do so.

It wasn’t long before Lora could feel the familiar tension building in Mell’s hips and the way her legs began to tremble even harder. Lora looked up at Mell and found the woman obediently looking down at her, her eyes filled with a beautiful mixture of rapture and submission. “Oh my god, I love you. Oh my god, I’m so close baby.” Lora adored how Mell began to babble as she neared her peak, and she redoubled her efforts on her clit and pushed her fingers even deeper. “Baby. Baby. God, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum for you. Can I? May I please?” Not stopping, Lora looked up and nodded to give permission, keeping her eyes on Mell’s face as Mell threw back her chin and cried out as her legs clamped around Lora’s face.

Lora kept licking as long as Mell moaned and shuddered, only stopping when Mell collapsed limply back against the pillows. Lora grabbed her nearby bedsheets and wiped her face—dear god, how did it get so wet again? “There you go, baby. There’s my good girl.”

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only semi-related confession: my thighs were super-sore yesterday and I was like “what I haven’t worked out in forever” but turns out that riding your gf when she’s laying down wearing a strap will, in fact, work ur thighs

also im realizing that i haven’t written any strap on sex yet… hmm

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also im realizing that i haven’t written any strap on sex yet… hmm

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i realized that my blog description reads “hope you enjoy badass warrior women getting topped bc there’s a lot of that here” but there’s actually not that much fic of warrior women getting topped on the blog currently but

uhh. just finished watching arcane and caitlyn absolutely tops vi and i have read some Good Shit of that on ao3 and need to write even more of it

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“God,” Miranda breathed as she gripped the back of Ina’s head and pulled her in for a deep kiss. “I haven’t been able to think about anything but you all night. Touch me. Make me cum. Don’t make me wait.”

Ina returned the kiss, then nibbled her way down, kissing Miranda’s jawline, licking down her neck, and sucking small bruises into her collarbone. “I’m flattered I have that effect on you. Well, yes, ma’am.” She pulled Miranda’s shirt over her head and looped her hands back in order to unhook her bra.

Miranda smirked. “Don’t flatter yourself. Get down on your knees. Now.”

Ina slowly put her lips around Miranda’s nipple, gave her a gentle bite, and made her breath hitch in her throat. “Yeah, or what?”

Miranda grabbed Ina by her long, dark hair and shoved her down. “Now!”

Ina giggled, dropped to her knees, quickly undid Miranda’s jeans zipper, and wiggled her pants down her legs. She slowly brought her lips between Miranda’s legs, ghosted her lips over her underwear, breathed in her scent. She planted impossibly soft kisses over the cloth and heard Miranda gently gasp. Ina licked from deep between Miranda’s legs forward, still not removing the last layer between them, and sucked where she felt the Miranda’s swollen clit. She could feel how wet Miranda was soaking through.

“You fucking tease,” Miranda moaned.

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*kombucha girl meme*

a woman getting down on her knees to give a cis dude a bj? nah

a woman getting down on her knees to eat pussy? hmmmm!!!

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I gave this blog’s url to a friend and they sent this… anyway this is essentially how i feel about everyone who has this blog’s url, thank u for the trust and for the Writing Validation, y’all

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“Don’t tell me you’ve never actually been with a woman before?” Tori smirked, her face very close to Beau’s. Beau gulped.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve been with a woman before. Lots, in fact.” She tried to straighten up and make herself seem taller.

Tori just laughed and shoved Beau’s shoulders up against the wall. “Oh, sweetie, I don’t mean stealing a drunk kiss or two. Or even grabbing someone’s tit.” She pressed her body up against Beau’s and slid her thigh between Beau’s legs. Beau’s breath hitched as Tori leaned in and kissed her neck, licking up and nibbling on her earlobe before whispering, “I mean have you ever fucked a woman before? Have you ever tasted a woman’s cunt? Have you ever curled your fingers inside a woman and made her scream?”

Beau couldn’t even pretend to lie, although that may have been because she couldn’t seem to find words at all. She could only press her hips to Tori’s and moan as Tori kissed her neck--hard--again.

“Oh, Beauregard, I’m going to have so much fun with you tonight.”

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Y’all this is turning into a full blown fanfic with plot and everything and ugh writing is HARD with making things make sense and flow well and have a consistent plot and with canon compliance and proper characterization and and… I haven’t even written one scene. This is gonna be more work than I bargained for.

Kinda wanna write some smut with Feelings and kinda wanna do it with Yasha/Zuala

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Kinda wanna write some smut with Feelings and kinda wanna do it with Yasha/Zuala

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This was the arrangement.

Abbie got a good, quick fuck, a way to let out some sadistic tendencies, and somebody she didn’t have to worry about pleasing back.

Acacia got a much deeper itch scratched. She had her time, her service, her sexuality surrendered to someone else’s will. She experienced a masochistic satisfaction from the feeling of being an afterthought, if anything. From being looked down on as a fuck toy, a mouth to rut against and use, a helpless whore who gets off on this degrading arrangement.

How did they both get so lucky?

Abbie had texted her that her services were needed and to be ready. Acacia let herself in with a key that Abbie had given her just for such times such as this. She sat on her knees in the foyer for over an hour, unsure of when she would be needed. Her naked body shivered in the cold room. Her knees ached. Her shins went numb.

Finally, keys rattled in the lock, and the door creaked open. Abbie stepped into the hallway and set her work bag down. She untucked her high pontytail with a sigh, then glanced over to notice Acacia on the floor.

“God, it’s been the worst day,” she groaned as the began to unbutton her pants. She stepped forward, shimmying out of her slacks and underwear and towards Acacia’s eager face. “Well, get to work.”

Acacia licked her lips at the sight of Abbie’s tanned, muscular thighs, at the neatly trimmed tuft of hair between them. Abbie opened her legs slightly, and Acacia took her cue. She planted a soft kiss right at the top of her lips, then trailed feathery kisses deeper and further down towards her center. Softly, slowly, she worshipped each inch of her mistress’s cunt.

Her reverie was ended by a sudden slap to the side of her face.

“I already said I had a bad day. I don’t need any delay from you, either.” Abbie roughly grabbed Acacia’s curly hair and yanked her face up to make eye contact. “Get. To. Work.” Not loosening her grip, she shoved Acacia’s face back between her thighs.

“Yes, mistress.” Tears stung in her eyes from the slap, but she blinked them away and started licking furiously between Abbie’s legs. She smothered her face up as far as it would go, darting her tongue into Abbie’s entrance and relishing in how her thighs twitched around her head.

After savoring a few seconds of this, she flattened her tongue and licked up to her mistress’s clit, lapping up the growing wetness as she went. From this angle, she was able to glance upwards and catch a glimpse of Abbie’s face. Her eyes were pressed closed, her mouth slack with pleasure. Acacia felt a rush of heat to her own cunt, and eagerly ran her tongue in circles around Abbie’s clit.

Abbie moaned and keened into her mouth, and Acacia gave her even more direct attention, lapping furiously right where she wanted it most. Abbie’s hands once again tangled into her hair and held her face in between her legs. Abbie’s thighs shook as Acacia licked directly, dutifully, on her clit. Encouraged further, Acacia took Abbie's clit between her lips and sucked hard, whimpering herself as Abbie let out a hard moan. Acacia worked her lips around Abbie’s clit as she sucked, simultaneously flicking her tongue on the nub in her mouth. Abbie’s grip on her skull got even harder. Abbie rocked against her mouth, using Acacia like she wanted, rutting into her mouth as she kept sucking and licking. The wet, slick, desperate noises filling the air sent flutters into Acacia's core. Abbie’s throaty moans came faster and faster. She rode Acacia’s face hard. Acacia kept going, even when she was sure she was going to pass out from the lack of air, her face sopping wet.

With a cry, Abbie locked Acacia’s head in place and her legs shuddered as Acacia sucked and lapped and brought her over the edge. Abbie’s grip didn’t loosen until the last of her pleasure was gone, and she shoved Acacia’s head away. Looking down, Acacia was a mess. Her curls were a wild, cum-streaked tangle, and her face was glistening and wet. Acacia brought one hand up and wiped off her mouth and chin. Acacia grinned.

Abbie, breath still heavy, didn’t so much as crack a smirk as she turned away to put her pants back on. “We’re done here. You can put your clothes on and go home. And you might want to wash your face. You’re filthy.”

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Pls give me prompts and/or scenarios I wanna write but my creativity machine is broke

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Are you a power top or bottom

god is on top (in heaven) and devil is on the bottom (in hell) and the power of christ is limitless hope this helps 

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“Yes, mistress.” She gently sat on the bed. She spread her legs wide and put the most hidden parts of herself on full display, ready for whatever purposes her mistress wished. She was fully hers, after all, to be teased, toyed with, and fully owned.

“Go lay back against the pillows. Watch me.”

“Yes, mistress.”

When she had complied, she crawled into bed herself, settling down on her front with her face inches from her cunt. She smiled wickedly. She brought her hand to the slit in front of her and softly grazed up and down her toy’s lips, barely making contact. “Whose is this?”

“Yours, mistress.”

“And what do you want me to do with it?”

“Whatever you want, mistress.”

“Absolutely. Good girl.” She brought a finger right to the entrance and dipped between her lips, circling around but not entering her. She looked up to be sure she was watching. Her toy’s face was intently, obediently watching. Her soft pink lips were slightly ajar, and her deep brown eyes were hazy with lust.

She pulled her finger away.

She watched her toy’s expression flash to frustration and disappointment, saw her hips almost imperceptibly keen forward.

She had no idea why other dominants preferred to keep their pets completely untouched and under lock and key. It was so much more fun to have all of her toy available to tease and deny as she wished. It was so, so much better to give her flashes of pleasure, moments of ecstasy, feel her to shake and almost, almost start to fall apart under her tongue or while pitifully rutting against her fingers, and then abruptly take it away. She could--and did--spend hours edging her toy and making her beg and cry, knowing that she wouldn’t be allowed to cum. How on earth could it be better to have a completely untouched toy on their knees pleasing you than one who was a soaking wet, tear-soaked mess who had been on the edge of their own orgasm for hours? 

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More generic drabble stuff ahead! 🤷‍♀️

Am I also very into the “very confident and cocky partner with an incredibly horny and Into It partner who is still really embarrassed and overwhelmed by the whole thing” dynamic? Maybe so.

“Baby, you keep blushing and looking away, but your body is telling me just how much what I’m saying is turning you on. I think you like me talking dirty to you,” Abbie purred between Acacia’s legs, looking up and slowly and tenderly kissing once, twice, three times from her entrance to her clit.

Acacia couldn’t make eye contact, even though she knew Abbie was staring up at her from between her legs. But she wasn’t wrong. With every peck, Acacia’s body shuddered and squirmed, her hips rolling forward and trying to take more than Abbie’s mouth was currently giving her.

Abbie giggled as she lifted her head. “See what I mean?” She dipped low again and wriggled her tongue between Acacia’s lips. She curled her tongue up inside of her entrance. Acacia gave a staccato gasp and her whole body twitched.

“Every single thing I say makes you blush, but also makes you even wetter,” Abbie hummed, moving her tongue to Acacia’s outer lips and pressing a hard lick up her slit, lapping up her wetness as she went.

“Baby, you taste so fucking good”—and another shudder, buck of Acacia’s hips, wild moan—“that I’m tempted to just stay down here teasing you and see which filthy things I say end up giving me to most to lick up.”

Acacia felt a tingling heat course down her body. It was true. She was so shy and so new at this. She could never voice her deepest wishes, the ways she wanted Abbie to claim her and please her—but her body could tell them both.

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“Lay on the bed and spread your legs. I’m going to go down on you.”

She complied promptly, shimmying her underwear down her legs and making her way over to the bed, but her face betrayed her confusion. “But... you said I wasn’t allowed to cum for another week.”

Her mistress smiled wickedly. “I said I was going to go down on you,” she said with a laugh. “When did I say you were going to cum?”