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[chaldeanu]

promise to take it ノ blade . dan heng . jing yuan

ৎ୭ ₊ ˙ ⊹ . 1.6k ノ fem reader — steamy . slightly rough scenarios . separately ノ blade — prone bone . doing it raw . cumming inside ノ dan heng in his dragon form, but not entirely . missionary . implied mating season lol ノ jing yuan — size kink . riding him but he’s still in control and a menace

blade ノ

while the bedroom itself remains an oasis of solace and a delicate space where you can be yourself, never judged by his ruby eyes despite his low huffs and puffs at any of your antics, it is now also a jail for your sobs. cries disappearing in the supple cotton of the pillow as blade pounds into you, rough hands gripping your wrists like a rope. oh no, he will not allow you to push his hips away.

not after you begged for this just moments ago with that adorable whine of yours.

the dripping slickness saving you from the punishment that is him rutting into you with abandon. his cock stretches your pussy wide, filling you to the brim with every thrust, and you arch your back against him, letting him impale you over and over again on his heavy girth.

he growls, his fingers digging into your soft sides, leaving reddened imprints, as he pulls you towards him. he slams into you roughly, his balls slapping against your overly sensitive clit as he fucks you without mercy.

you squirm in his grasp, trying to break free, but no, his grip on you is firm. he doesn’t want you to move. you’re here just to take care of his needs.

the man above you breathes out, his long black hair falling over his arms and tickling your shoulders. using your body as he pleases, relentlessly pushing until only his base can’t settle into your cunt. you whimper, your legs shaking as you feel his tip brush against your deepest spot, and he chuckles. he likes how you clench around him, unsure if you want him to leave you or to welcome him deeper — this is how he knows you’re getting close.

and so blade leans forward, his breath burning your neck, and bites on your irritated skin. you cry out, your soppy walls throbbing to lure him into your heat, and he grunts as he hears your juices plapping down his thighs. the way you cream all over his cock — awfully erotic — your wetness coating his length, and he picks up his pace, pounding into you with renewed vigour. he wants to cum inside you. to fill you up.

a high-pitched squeal escapes your lips, your silhouette shivering with uncontrollable intensity. the overwhelming sensation becomes too much to bear, and you find yourself unable to endure it any longer; still played with like a pretty doll, pressed to the mattress with all of his weight. blade groans, his girth pulsing, and he snugs himself deep into you, cumming in thick, hot spurts, your pussy milking him until the very last drop.

you mewl at his treatment, your wrists aching from his bruising grip, and he smirks, his red eyes gleaming. the way you look right now, his favourite image of contained desires. his dear darling.

he will make it up to you later with sweet kisses and gentle caresses, but for now, he enjoys the sight of his cum oozing out of your well-fucked cunt, dripping onto the bedsheets.

dan heng ノ

this position isn’t something new, however, and even though the fact is pleasant to think about, you do wonder what caused him to get so bold. maybe at the sight of you admiring his partially changed form, eyes drinking in the beautiful shimmer of his scales, he understood that you find him so attractive — as always, but now also intrigued by other parts of him that might be different.

his hand traces the lines of your ribs as you inhale at the feeling of him entering deeper — the unfamiliar shape of his cock nesting comfortably against your soft insides — and then he puts some weight on top of you, pressing you further into the pillows, his lips barely touching your own, unsure if he already wants to kiss you.

“tell me if it hurts you.”

“it’s alright, really. you can… you know, continue…”

“now i’m more concerned that you seem to like it more than when we’re doing it… gentler.” surprised at his own talkativeness, there’s a red splash of colour on his cheeks as he bites his lips at the end of the sentence and buries his face in the crook of your neck. you giggle at his comment, but it turns into a needy moan as he moves his hips to rest snugly between your legs.

with your tongue, you slide across his upper lip, capturing it softly and biting on its tenderness, tasting a faint trace of his salty sweat and humming as he shivers, your fingers tangled in his hair, brushing through the ebony black locks, before whispering, “i know you’re holding back. no need to, i trust you.”

“mmh,” dan heng mutters with a shaky breath as his shaft hardens and thickens at your reactions. your reassuring words have such an impact on him; they're teasing him with this pleading tone of yours, allowing him to mate with you during the times when he gets so incredibly hot in your presence, unable to keep his hands off of you.

his thrusts start slow and measured; however, with each minute passing, he finds himself succumbing more and more to the instinct calling upon him; it is so much different now that you’re within his reach — how you react, how you look at him — everything makes him lose his cool. soon his lips find your nipple again, teeth grazing sensitive skin until you hiss, yet push yourself towards him, arching your back. the sting of his bite stimulates you to the point where your inner walls spasm, clamping down on him tightly as you almost cry out.

even the shallowest strokes produce audible squelching noises whenever he loses his rhythm. he’s just as intoxicated by the new sensation. the little details that change in his build now make you two melt in each other’s arms; his cock glides with fervour and carelessness against the spots that usually required precision.

the pleasure is overwhelming, even a bit scary how accurate at bringing the sweetest of your sobs out. his instincts still force him to grip at your shoulders — you let him do this — to slam harder inside of your pussy. and you can barely take it, but he quickly looks at the side on the clock, and it’s been barely minutes since he started…

jing yuan ノ

he embraces you tightly, wide arms with ease groping your entire body as you shudder, and let him bring you closer, your back pressed to his soft yet firm chest — allowing his cock to reach deeper, spearing your entrance until your essence seeps out in abundance between your bodies.

usually, you would expect jing yuan to prefer being face to face with you, but also knowing what a menace he can be, there must’ve been something more on his mind. which catches you by surprise when you notice his fingers circle your clit from the front, sort of caging you between one pleasure and another as you helplessly try to wriggle out of his iron grip.

at that, what you hear is a chuckle — deep like the ocean, sweet like honey, dripping with both love and lust, and making you all fuzzy from within. the waves of immense enjoyment lap at your limbs from all sides, and you gasp out when his palm rubs you so skillfully, with care and adoration.

“no matter which part of you i touch… it’s a pleasure to watch you shake in my arms.“ he purrs with a small smile, nibbling at your earlobe and inhaling the sweet scent of your hair. you wish to nod but can't, in fear that it’ll only spur him further on to bounce you on his cock and enjoy how you struggle with each thrust. “does my beloved bird feel good?”

before you can answer — which you would love to, gathering the strength and courage to wail and sob into his lips as your head falls back on his shoulder — his palm moves up from your bundle of nerves to your tummy, pressing on the soft flesh there. intently. he knows exactly what to do to get a specific reaction out of you, to make himself moan as you clench abruptly on his girth despite your walls sobbing at the stretch. you feel so full in that moment, choking on your breath at the additional pressure, too occupied with his cock filling your body so wholly.

as he starts to fuck you relentlessly — you cry out, the pitch of your voice higher and higher as you slowly become incapable of maintaining any volume at all — the tiniest sounds, broken huffs of air leaving your mouth; your eyes are glassy with tears, and all you want to do is bury yourself in the pillows and blankets, somehow escape from this prison of bliss. but he holds you close, one hand fondling your breast and the other playing around your lower abdomen, always there where you don’t want him at the moment, just to tease and make you more and more desperate.

a little flick of his thumb against your pearl, a press on your belly, maybe even fingers parting your folds as he drags his fat tip in and out at the perfect angle. it’s enough to throw you over the edge again.

as if your body belonged to him — and he, being the ever caring lover, already knows everything about you, that you enjoy it too much when he manhandles you like this.

[animentality]

[blueboxbeagle]

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[out-of-jams]

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

[pierog]

i'm so glad goncharov happened when it did, right before prolific public use of AI. that was pure honest gaslighting straight from the heart. real human whimsicality and trickery thru blood sweat and tears. we were a family. and we all gonched, together. you cant replicate that with any machine.

[ad-wills]

[writing-prompt-s]

Two lovers have reincarnated throughout history, destined to find each other and fall in love all over again. There’s also this third guy that reincarnates alongside them… we don’t really know what he does.

[lizardsfromspace]

The thing about Cottagecore is that is a fetishized aesthetic of country life, divorced from labor and idealized by a primarily urban audience with a backward looking ethos of tradition. They are not prepared for the stresses of a rural life: farming; harvesting; tapping pumpkins to ensure none of them have been replaced with flesh; losing out on income by having to use one of your pigs in a blood sacrifice to paint protective sigils over your doors and windows; checking cracks and chimneys for the flesh-vines of the Pumpkin Lord; having to decide, before the Growth is complete, whether that's really your tradwife or an amassment of vines, leaves, and blood in the shape of your tradwife; ignoring their desperate pleas that "I'm me! No! No!" as you burn them alive, realizing too late you picked wrong; and the exploitative corporate nature of commercial farming in 2024. All seen through a deeply colonial lens, of course

[faeriekit]

"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

[fellshish]

The devastating difference between how much time it takes to write something vs how fast people read it lol

[sourdough-seal]

“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

[chaldeanu]

jealousy ノ aventurine

ৎ୭ ₊ ˙ ⊹ . 1.3k ノ fem reader — was supposed to be nasty make it up session but you can’t be mad at him and he can't say no to you ノ situationship . it’s lowkey angsty again ノ doing it raw . cumming inside ノ petnames — baby . babe

“baby. you were so jealous like an hour ago, and now you’re pouty in my hands… this is not how you take revenge.” despite his words, aventurine is far from mad, with how his smile tugs softly. his teasing tone makes you embarrassed, muffling your embarrassed whimper. “or are you trying to win me over with your sweet attitude?”

he holds you tighter to himself, tilting your chin upwards to face him. you’re such a sight in his embrace, with that cosy heat emanating from your cheeks — something he’s getting too used to.

“hmm, what will you do now? wanna ride me? wanna be on top?” his question, whispered right into your mouth, is answered with a hiccup of pleasure as his warm breath fans across your features. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, grinding yourself downward slowly, sinfully.

a quiet groan leaves his lips at your eagerness. he’s not immune, not at all, knowing well that his cockiness will fade as soon as you start bouncing on his lap. that’s why he plays for as long as he can… while he still can… his palms cup your ass, kneading the plush flesh firmly, greedily, like you’ll slip through his fingers like sand, before smacking them lightly.

“show me what you got, babe. are you really worth it more than the others…?” aventurine’s husky voice slurs out yet another tease, stirring that dying flame of jealousy inside of you.

under the purple gaze of his mystic eyes, not missing any squirm or twitch of your muscles, you settle yourself comfortably above him, his hot erection grazing your slick cunt as you reach between you two and press the tip of his cock against your entrance, clenching around it impatiently. his size fills you completely, and you can’t help but gasp his name out, while the blond man keeps his lips close, resting his forehead against yours and keeping his moans in.

slowly, you shift your hips, dragging a muffled gasp from him when you adjust to the sensation of his presence inside, burning and addicting. he watches you with adoration as you ease up and sink down against him again, adjusting your position by putting your hands against his chest, scratching your nails delicately against his creamy skin.

a desperate whine echoes in the back of his throat, when your body finally comes to a stop against him, when your warmth hugs his throbbing length like you belong together. aventurine has no words, no sassy remarks to make anymore, only clutching at your sides needily. fuck, he knew this would happen.

the things you do to him… if you only weren’t this possessive… maybe tonight could be all sweet, not bittersweet — sour almost.

“fuck, baby,” his strained voice interrupts your thoughts, and you blink at the expression that overtakes his handsome features, the one that sends the most intense jolt of desire through your body. his eyebrows furrow and his mouth hangs open, and he stares at you with shiny magenta eyes, half-lidded, watching the way your lips curl into a playful grin as you rock your hips back and forth, relishing in his gasps and sighs.

his hands slip from their grip on your hips, fumbling for a brief moment before grabbing at your wrists. with a quick movement, he flips you around, so now you’re lying with your back on the soft sheets beneath, the blonde towering over you with his smug smirk back in place.

“look at me, babe. i wanna see the face you make as you cum on my cock.” he grins and shifts himself back inside your dripping, pulsing heat, exhaling sharply. “yeah, just like that…” he breathes out, stroking your hair affectionately, but his eyes are so full of lust it makes you squirm and keen underneath him.

it’s so difficult to ignore those things that are tugging at the corners of your mind, but for now, there is no better remedy to banish all the uncertainties that lurk within your being than indulging in each other, forgetting about the cruel gamble outside his hotel room.

aventurine pins you to the mattress, palm creeping up the back of your thigh, hitching it around his waist before he’s leaning closer, so you’re caged by his lean form. your skin burns where he touches it, his rings brushing against your neck, leaving trails of cool metal.

“you feel so good,” he murmurs, cupping your cheek gently, swiping his thumb over your lower lip, leaning down to claim it in a sweet kiss, swallowing your breathless mewl.

you’re so caught up in the intoxicating warmth of his embrace that you don’t notice his right hand reaching between your bodies until his long, ring-clad fingers start tracing your slit. they circle your sensitive bundle of nerves, spreading your wetness with every flick of his wrist, the head of his cock tapping the sweet spot inside, wetting your walls with mixed slick and precum.

your reaction doesn’t disappoint him. not even a little. he’s absolutely drunk on the sight of you trembling beneath him, crying his name out with such a pretty voice, unable to escape his clutches, not that you’d ever want to. he pushes deeper into your warm body, admiring how you move against him, so fucked out and eager, so beautiful. you’re breathtaking, a delight for his senses, and he can’t get enough of you. that is true… you are worthy more than the others…

“gorgeous… irresistible…” he groans into your neck, squeezing you closer to his body as he drives himself into you repeatedly, his mind growing foggier and foggier with each stroke of his length into your quivering heat, kissing you passionately whenever a whimper escapes your swollen lips, always aiming to find that one spot inside that makes you clench around his girth so tightly, your legs tightening around his slim waist and urging him on, driving him mad with desire.

he whispers your name like a mantra, thrusting into you harshly, possessively. he loves this. loves having you at his mercy, making you succumb to his touch, to his love, but he knows it’s a matter of time, just as his own release starts bubbling inside, sending waves of pleasure throughout his entire frame, sending his heart into delirium.

“i love you…” you breathe out against his lips, which widen slightly as you catch him off guard with your emotional confession.

as he tries to figure out what to say, what to do, you’re already drawing closer to the edge. your sweet mewls spur him on as you grind down against his movements, chasing that delicious high with nothing in mind except for the man hovering above you, giving you everything you desire. except… maybe love… a real one.

it feels like time has stopped, yet your whole world is spinning around as your vision goes white for a few moments, consumed by your pleasure. you clutch at his hair desperately, dragging him for one more kiss — that little push towards completion as your insides flutter and contract around his throbbing cock buried deep inside your heat. gets you to choke on a moan, spilling over with a stuttered sigh, while he moves slower, shallowly, pressing his sweaty forehead against yours.

his release follows quickly after, pouring into your spent body in several streams of hot cum that dribble down your inner thighs, forming a mess on the sheets, but that’s the last thing you worry about, exhausted as you are from all that playing.

humming in appreciation, clinging to aventurine as he drapes himself over you, pressing small, fleeting kisses over your flushed cheeks, trailing down to your chest and neck, then back up to your jaw, finally lingering on your parted lips.

“you don’t even know my real name, baby… forget about this love, let’s just enjoy ourselves.”

[daily-spooky]

[who-canceled-roger-rabbit]

Some spins on the "mostly male team with a token woman" trope:

The woman is trans and stayed in her old circle of bros even after transition

The woman is the only one in her circle of "girls" who didn't turn out to be a trans man

[roach-works]

speculative fiction writers i am going to give you a really urgent piece of advice: don't say numbers. don't give your readers any numbers. how heavy is the sword? lots. how old is that city? plenty. how big is the fort? massive. how fast is the spaceship? not very, it's secondhand.

the minute you say a number your readers can check your math and you cannot do math better than your most autistic critic. i guarantee. don't let your readers do any math. when did something happen? awhile ago. how many bullets can that gun fire? trick question, it shoots lasers, and it shoots em HARD.

you are lying to people for fun. if you let them do math at you the lie collapses and it's no fun anymore.

[thesefallenembers]

the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.

if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.