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REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

Too much communication

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Strangers to enemies

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

Nursing home au

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Yu Jin has a fat cock. I just know he does. Its an outrageous size—it probably hurts but my god does it also feel so good

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the best fanfic is the one the author had fun writing actually.

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Something like this would be so colossally helpful. I'm sick and tired of trying to research specific clothing from any given culture and being met with either racist stereotypical costumes worn by yt people or ai generated garbage nonsense, and trying to be hyper specific with searches yields fuck all. Like I generally just cannot trust the legitimacy of most search results at this point. It's extremely frustrating. If there are good resources for this then they're buried deep under all the other bullshit, and idk where to start looking.

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Title: Megane | 眼鏡 Fandom: Naruto Genre: High School Alternate Universe, Smut, Erotica, Romantic Comedy TW: Fetish, Breeding, Yandere, Unsafe sex, Consensual but not safe or sane, dub con, i'm scared but into it.

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Title: Blessing Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Characters: Fushiguro Toji/Ohashi Keiko (OC) Genre: Smut, Romance, ModernVerse Warnings: Ex-Stepcest, Sequel--You must read Keeping it in the Family (Cursed) Summary: I think I’m still stuck in that hotel room with you. I’m still outside the 7-11 where you found me.

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Two upcoming stories this month so far!

Clear is the sequel and final installment to Escape!

Tired is a standalone!

Title: Clear Rating: 18+ Genre: Smut, Angst Trigger Warnings: Dubious Consent, threesome, oral sex, p in v sex Characters: Sha Gojyo, Dokugakuji, Anka (OC)

Title: Tired Rating: 18+ Genre: Smut, Romance Trigger Warnings: Dubious Consent, Drunk Sex, YANDERE!HAKKAI, Characters: Cho Hakkai, Misa (OC)

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18+ sharing a bed with bsf!gojo

at 2:41 a.m., your best friend barges into your bedroom without so much as a knock, muttering obscenities and toeing off his slippers. the hallway light casts a harsh rectangle across the floor, slicing through the dark. half-awake, momentarily blinded, you squint up at him. backlit in the doorway, gojo satoru looks both ridiculous and divine—six-feet-something of of flushed annoyance, snowy white hair sticking up in chaotic tufts, framed like some petulant archangel in nothing but a pair of boxers.

“my fucking a/c just died,” he announces, tone aggrieved, as if the malfunction itself were a targeted assault on his divine entitlement.

“you can’t sweat it out for one night like the rest of us commoners, huh?”

“it’s inhumane,” he whines, already crossing the room to prod at the unit on your wall. “heat stroke kills, y’know. i read that.”

moments later, the mattress dips beneath added weight as he slots himself behind you with the ease of habit. his thigh wedges itself between yours, tactfully avoiding any overt contact with the more… compromising angles of your anatomy. technically innocent, but nowhere near far enough to qualify as pure.

“why are your thighs so hot. you ovulating?”

“why are you talking.”

he repositions himself slightly, his hips aligning too conveniently against your ass. not pressing, but not not.

“don’t be mean,” he says, voice muffled against your shoulder. “i’m a fragile soul.”

his fingers, predictably warm, slip under your shirt without affectation. you bat at them, half-heartedly—too tired (or so you claim) to really stop him. it’s pro forma at this point. and in true ‘guy best friend’ obnoxious behaviour, satoru responds by moaning in your ear like you’ve wounded him in some erotically profound way. you elbow him in the ribs for it, get a little satisfaction out of the pained grunt he makes.

twenty minutes pass. the room has become an arctic hellscape. your toes curl in protest beneath the blankets, fully committed to the bit of not getting up to adjust the a/c. satoru, of course, only winds himself tighter around you. your limbs are tangled, and you genuinely can’t tell where he ends and you begin.

he’s hard now. fully, and completely without shame. it’s pressed right up against the curve of your ass, no attempt at subtlety. you try to ignore the distinct shape of him, thick and hard where it nestles snugly against your tailbone. you do your best to ignore it—the attempt is noble, really—right up until his thumb starts moving. circular motions under your navel, casual and thoughtless, as if he isn’t already palming around the borders of your self-control.

then his hips rock once, a shallow press that lodges his cock higher between your thighs, thick and warm through both layers of fabric. you bite the inside of your cheek and decide to do the mature thing. instead of telling him to knock it off, you clamp your thighs together, squeezing around the thickening bulge of his cock. not overt. just a silent reminder that:

a.) he’s not slick. and b.) you’re not fucking stupid.

“fuck. my dick’s hard,” he mutters, as if it’s new information.

“cry about it.”

“i will,” he says, nuzzling into the curve of your shoulder with infuriating gentleness, as if his dick isn’t pressing against your ass. “because i’m sensitive. i need to be held.”

you roll your eyes and swat behind you, catching his bicep.

“pervert.” satoru responds, predictably, by grinding against you, like he’s trying to prove a point.

“huh,” he muses, the grin perfectly audible in his voice. “something tells me you love it.”

you do. unfortunately. but you still arch back into him, partly out of spite, mostly because the heat of him is starting to corrode whatever’s left of your higher brain function. he huffs a laugh against your neck.

“mm. what’s this, little squeeze? that for me?”

“you’re hallucinating.”

“you’re grinding on me.”

“says the guy rubbing his boner on me.”

“semantics.”

you sigh—a long-suffering one—and tilt your hips back until the plush of your thighs bracket him properly. the adjustment is minor, but it lines everything up: without preamble, his hand slides down again. the flat of his palm skims your stomach, then dips lower, two slender fingers come to rest right at the edge of your panties, hovering with an almost comical hesitation. a beat passes, as if he’s trying to be polite now, of all times.

so you reach down and lace your fingers through his, and guide him. not under, but over—pressing the backs of his knuckles to the damp cotton stretched over your pussy.

he moans into the crook of your shoulder—not an act of theatrical lewdness, but the real deal. surprised. like he genuinely can’t believe you’re letting him touch you there.

like if you changed your mind, he’d probably curl up and die.

his hips buck forward, unthinking. the weight of his cock slots tighter in the seam between your thighs, thick and burning hot through both your layers.

the angle’s a bit awkward, and you can’t stop smiling.

still, it feels good.

really good.

you start to move first, nudging his cock through the slick mess you’ve made of your thighs. he gets the message fast. his hand starts working in tandem, palm grinding on your mound as his fingers stroke through the soaked fabric, catching the shape of your folds beneath.

you rock back into him while he ruts forward, a lazy little loop of drawn-out, mutual indulgence that gets sloppier the longer it goes. your skin’s hot and buzzing despite the absurd cold of the room. everything’s messy now. slick and sticky where he’s rutting into the curve of your ass, fingers wet with arousal that has long-since seeped through cotton. his palm applying pressure as if coaxing more from you is a matter of necessity.

he doesn’t last long. not like this. the tension breaks with a soft grunt and what feels like a synchronised full-body convulsions that passes through both of you as he finishes, thick spurts of release painting the inside of your thighs, messy and warm.

eventually, he softens. your thighs remain tacky, glossed in a mixture of sweat and come. his breathing evens out, the rise and fall of his chest syncing with yours as the tension slowly drains out of him.

by morning, satoru is feigning innocence, blinking at you through bedhead and sleep-creased cheeks. while his morning wood juts out proudly under his boxers. then, with all the sincerity of a man caught red-handed:

“must’ve been the cold,” he yawns, “you know—thermostat-induced morning wood.”

you check the unit. turns out, the temperature was six degrees below what you usually keep it.

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Tiny little Sampo wearing a big puffy jacket, a cute hat and gloves so he can go out and play in the snow in Kalevala.

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okay the situation is dire so temporarily fuck the spreadsheet limit. i still have fics in my submissions that were submitted 20 days ago. remember that its good form to comment on as many fics as you submit.

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😈 You are not bound by the Hays code.

😈 You are allowed to have evil characters who are not punished by the narrative by the end of the story.

😈 You are allowed to have evil characters who win.

😈 You are allowed to have evil characters who make evil look fun and cool.

😈 You are allowed to make your fun, cool evil character the protagonist.

😈 You are allowed to glorify, romanticize and eroticize evil characters and villainous acts.

😈 You are not obligated to teach your audience a moral lesson.

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Surely the tall, battle hardened, scarred, hairy, rude, vulgar, disheveled, but loyal and ferocious knight I have sworn in as my maiden daughter’s personal guard would not dare to look upon her fairness and her his roguish ways and dare to defy the marriage arrangement I have put in place for her.

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rephrasing a sentence to avoid having the same word twice in a row literally feels like adjusting yr stride so you step on the pavement cracks the right way

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Fans

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"dual wielding is too dangerous and impractical to be effective in real life combat" dual wielding is cool and sexy and sick as fuck and he who makes his enemy look like a lame little punk ass loser has already won half the battle before he even starts fighting the war. sun tzu said that.

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"how are you a virgin and this perverted?" ☆

your best friend geto looks like he's been accosted. eyes wide, jaw slack, face all but screwed up in surprise at the words that have just come out of your mouth. what was it you said you were reading about? triple penetration? he might pass out.

you can't help but laugh at the look he's giving you. "what? you didn't watch porn when you were still a virgin?"

without warning, he snatches your phone right out of your hand and squints at the screen. "my porn was tasteful," he tsks. "this is... uncouth."

"uncouth?" you try to take back your phone, just for him to roll over in bed and hold it out of reach. you're half on top of him in seconds, clawing at his bulky arm. "give it back!"

"what is dac..." he stifles a laugh at the way you try so desperately for your archive of erotica. "...dacryphilia?"

"you don't know? what, no game? no hoes? bitches?"

"i manage, thank you," he rolls the both of you over and pins you down against the mattress, which has your breath hitching in your throat for some reason. it makes him smirk like a fucking idiot. "what, nervous?"

no... yes? you don't know. suguru has never made you feel nervous... jittery, maybe. you'd use nauseous, in both the good and bad way. sometimes he gives you this look that makes you feel like you have food poisoning. your body seems to react to him at the extreme.

you've always been touchy with each other. your friendship has been physical since day one—if you aren't touching, you're not in the same room. it's just how it's always been, a hand on his arm as you walk together, or his arm around your shoulders when you're seated. it's... normal. familiar.

so this—suguru pinning you down by the wrists, his long black hair falling down to tunnel your vision right onto that pretty face of his—probably shouldn't get you this wet.

or wet at all, really.

"tears," you say, for some fucking reason. "dacryphilia, it's crying, or making someone cry. like being overstimulated, or... humiliated, to the point of tears. or just crying for the sake of it."

geto looks down at you, and you try not to watch the muscles of his arms bulge as he keeps you locked beneath him. "i know."

you frown. "you know?"

"i just wanted to hear you try and explain it," he laughs. "fucking pervert."

"i'm going to kill you slowly," you wriggle beneath him. "get off me, suguru."

"or what? you'll cry? i think you're into that..." he teases, and manages to shift both of your wrists into one hand so that he can reach for your phone again. he thumbs it open and resumes your 'history' tab with a shit-eating grin. "virginity loss... best friends to lovers... size kink... corruption... breeding? really?"

"shut the fuck up," you hiss. you buck your hips up, not to throw him off—because you can admit he's bigger, heavier and a whole lot stronger than you are—but out of pure frustration. except your movement only presses you tighter against where his thighs cage your hips, and you freeze. you think something pathetic leaves your lips, but you can't quite hear yourself over the mortification bubbling up in your chest.

"oh?" he notices, of course.you want to claw his stupid handsome face off. "don't tell me this is working for you."

"it's not," you snap. "you are so fucking full of yourself, geto."

"suguru," he corrects you. "say it properly. and by the look on your face right now i'd wager that you'd rather be the one full of me."

god you hate him sometimes. "embarrassing me isn't funny."

"it's a little funny."

"fuck you."

"you look like you'd love to," he lowers his hips a little, and for the first time in your life, you feel the weight of a rock-hard cock pressing against you. "tell me to stop and i will. we can go get food or something, forget this happened."

the switch in tone from teasing to gentle makes you smile, which makes keeping up the disgruntled act a lot harder. the thought of verbalising your need right now makes you nauseous, so you opt instead for a shake of your head.

"great," he nods, and slowly releases your wrists. "you can take that back whenever you want, just tell me and i'll back off."

"what are you..." you're cut off when suguru hands you your phone back with a scrunched up nose.

"read it," he says. "out loud. if you stop, i stop."

you're confused only until you check your screen and see that geto has opened up one of your most recently read pieces and scrolled down to a rather graphic scene of the main character being eaten out by her best friend. it's a little ironic, considering the state you're in, but you can't bring yourself to be embarrassed when your own best friend is kissing down your stomach and hooking his fingers under the waistband of your shorts.

he's going to go down on you? but he's hard, and for as much porn as you've read, most of it depicts the guy taking what he wants.

"aren't you going to... you know? fuck me?"

your shorts and panties are pulled down in one swift movement, and suguru buries his face in your thigh to stifle his laugh. his body shakes with the force of it, which makes you frown. your pussy is a few inches from his face, and he's laughing like the prospect of taking your virginity is funny.

"you couldn't take me," he smiles up at you. "now read."

suddenly self-conscious, you try clamp your thighs shut, just to (once again) find yourself pinned down by his strong arms. "this is weird," you whine. "you're my... i mean we... you know? friends. best friends."

holding eye contact, suguru slowly lowers himself down to press a chaste kiss to your clit. it's not much contact, but it makes you jolt nonetheless. doesn't feel like how you had imagined it when you'd lay in bed late at night with your nose in a book and your hand between your legs. this is... better. feels right.

"still weird?" he asks, to which you nod without really meaning it. "weird like your porn on that phone?"

"suguru i swear to god if you don't—oh my god."

you forgive that man for all of the teasing he'd one as soon as he gets to work on you. flattening out his tongue against your pussy and tasting you for the first time has him already grinding against the mattress, and has you squeezing your eyes shut as you try to process this new realm of pleasure. you're glad he doesn't tease you for being so wet, but that he instead uses it to his advantage and starts making an even bigger mess of you.

his lips latch around your clit for only a few seconds. he hollows out your cheeks and you think you might die with how overwhelming the sensation is, but it's over all too soon. geto pulls back to do two things:

one, tie his hair out of his face, and two, tell you to start reading.

not wanting to miss out on these newfound pleasures of the flesh, you unlock your phone and start on a random spot on the screen, your voice a lot more shaky than you want it to be.

"he, uh... he ducks down and licks a stripe from entrance to clit, collecting... collecting her wetness on his tongue and falling in love with the taste of her enjoyments."

suguru, suddenly good at following instructions, does as written and leads his tongue upwards. you moan at the contact, but notice suguru starting to pull away at your lack of reading, so you go on.

"she loves the way he feels. he kisses her, uh, sweet center, before continuing to use his tongue to toy with her."

you can feel suguru smiling against you. "sweet center?" he laughs, but continues his ministries nonetheless. you roll your eyes, this has been a lot better of a read when your brain was fogged with unsated need. longing for the man that is now between your legs.

"growing messy, his focus shifts to her clit. his tongue dances with the bud of nerves as he brings two fingers of his left hand, ring and all, and pushes them inside of her. curling upwards until she—"

"is that what you want?" suguru cuts you off.

"yeah, yes. i think. just go slow."

"keep reading."

you clear your throat as suguru starts tracing circles around your clit with the tip of his tongue. he looks a little silly doing that, you note as you glance down to enjoy the view for a moment, but god does it feel good.

"curling upwards until she's an ecstatic mess of fulfilled wants. he completes her, in both soul and now flesh. fills her with his fingers in preparation for his—oh god, suguru, right there."

you hadn't even noticed him pushing into you, you were that eager to feel more of him. his fingers curl up as described in your reading material and suddenly he's brushing over a spot you've never discovered on your own. it blurs your vision, sends your skin hot.

"can't.. can't read anymore," you whine, bucking your hips up in some masochistic need for more. anything bigger than this and you'd keel over, you think, but you'd take anything suguru was willing to give you. "gonna—"

he allows it. encourages it, even. quickens his pace on the fingers plunging in and out of you, and starts making out with your pussy like a drunken virgin would. it's good in a way that shouldn't be: messy and needy and you think perhaps that suguru is just as close to coming as you are.

your orgasm is intense. your back arching off the bed and your body trying hopelessly to get more of sugurus touch. you think you moan his name, though it could be a babbled string of 'i love you's that you'll refuse to acknowledge later on in hopes that giving you head wasn't enough to ruin your friendship.

suguru moans loudly against your pussy as he tastes your release, the vibrations no help for your sensitivity, but his hips are stuttering against the mattress and you can tell even through your haze that you've made the cocky idiot cum in his pants.

serves him right.

and because the two of you are friends before you are... whatever this is, the both of you are falling into a fit of laughter upon your comedowns. suguru's lips glisten and your chest heaves with each breath you take, and he's climbing up the bed to press a kiss to your cheek.

"better than reading about it?" he asks.

"nope," you grin, which earns you a mean look that soon gives way to another laugh from him. "you could do it again some time if you wanted, though."

"please. i want to find out what skills you've picked up reading all of that weird shit." he pulls you into his arms and, despite being a little sweaty, you find yourself melting comfortably into his embrace.

"you couldn't keep up with me," you sing-song.

"yeah? try me."

"ever heard of male sounding? whip it out, sugu."

"ha. shut the fuck up."