#smutty mcsmut

[sweetsweetjellybean]

Okay Anon. This one's for you, Kitten

TW: 18+ No minors or doom shall befall thee. Smut! Smutty Mcsmut Smut. NSFW Rough sex, teasing, dirt talk, mild name calling, oral(fem receiving), unprotected PinV, FemReader, spanking, semi public. Idk what else. PWOP. If you try this at home, I don't want to hear about it. Just kidding, message me.

Thanks @loveshotzz my Jedi smut master

A Big Fat Tip

Leaning forward, you reach your hand inside your bra, cupping your breast, tugging it forward then repeating the process on the other side. Checking your reflection in the mirror, you're pleased with the result. The swell of your tits visible, the hot pink lace of your bra just peeking out from your black tank top. After dabbing a little coconut-flavored gloss on your lips, you adjust your denim skirt, making sure it's sitting a little high on your hips to show off the soft skin of your thighs. The clock on the wall lets you know your last client of the night will be walking through the door any minute. The other girls all left a half hour ago; you may have scheduled him after closing on purpose. Sick of all the flirting and innuendo, you wanted to see if his mouth was good at anything besides talking. 

Eddie strolled through the door like he always did, full of swagger with a cocky smirk on his full lips. 

"Hi, Babydoll. Don't you look nice tonight?" 

 His eyes travel up and down your body as he walks past you to your chair. 

"Thanks for coming in so late," you say as you flip the open sign to closed and lock the door. "I hope you don't mind if I lock us in," you say as you flip the switch, turning off the lights in the waiting area at the front of the salon. "A girl can't be too careful when she's all alone."

"I feel bad that you're staying late just for me" He hangs his leather coat on the hook beside your station before taking a seat in your chair, legs spread wide, his jeans tight on his thighs.

"That's okay, Eddie. You can give me a nice fat tip to make up for it." Shaking out your cape, you drape it over his shoulders before you lean forward, your face right beside his, your breast pushed against his shoulder. "What do you want me to do to you?" You ask, looking at him in the reflection of the mirror.

"It depends on what you're offering." His cheeks turn a faint pink, and his lips twist. Only Eddie can blush and still look arrogant. Your skirt rides up higher as you give the hydraulic lever a few pumps with your foot before walking around the chair to face him. Moving close with a leg on either side of his, your breasts at eye level, you lean towards him and push your fingers into his hair, lightly dragging your nails along his scalp. "Hmm. Maybe something different? Are you open to trying something new?"

His hand sneaks out from under the cape and gently runs along the back of your thigh, watching your face as he gages your response.

"I'm open to whatever you want to do to me." 

"Well, I think I'll need a little direction." Your fingers continue through his soft curls until you reach the back of his head, using your grip on his hair to tip his head back. His mouth is just inches from yours. "What kind of cut would you like? Dry? Or wet?"

His hand is getting bolder. His fingers move to the inside of your thigh, ascending to the edge of your skirt.

"I like it wet. Very wet." He looks at you from under hooded eyes, pupils dilated, the tip of tongue resting on his upper lip. Deciding the game's not over, you back away from him. 

"Come on then, let's go shampoo." He stands to follow you, but when you turn away from him, his arm slides around your waist, yanking you back against his chest. 

"Wait a second. You haven't shown me everything you're offering." His lips brush the shell of your ear. The muscles of your stomach contract as a wave of lust rises from inside you. He spins you to face the mirror and roughly tugs down your tank and bra until one of your tits is completely exposed. The sudden cool air on your red puckered nipple has you gasping and pushing your ass against what feels like a long, thick cock.

"Don't you think your favorite client deserves some special treatment after the way you've been teasing?"

Both of you watch in the mirror as his fingers push into the skin on your chest, dragging them down slowly. He roughly kneads your breast until he catches your nipple, pinching it between two fingers before giving it a hard tug. Moaning, you grind against him harder. 

"I'll ask him when he comes in," you say, trying to sound cool, and unaffected, but your words come out in a breathy rasp. His eyes flash, and you know you've hit the mark. He turns you, cupping your chin with one hand while the other cradles the back of your head. 

"Careful, Doll, brats get spanked." 

Then his mouth is on you, tongue delving inside, desperate and possessive. He backs you up against the wall-mounted station under your mirror, lifting you onto it, sending bottles and tubes of hair products crashing to the floor. His mouth stays on yours while his busy hands yank down the other side of your bra, his palms overflow with your supple tits, handling you roughly, riding the border of pleasure and pain. He stops without warning, yanking off the cape and loosening his belt before taking a seat in the styling chair directly in front of you.

"Show me your cunt." He says it casually, still playing the game. Slowly you start rocking side to side working your skirt up your thighs, not stopping until it's around your hips, all the while keeping your eyes on his.

"No panties? You really want to get fucked, don't you?"

Not answering, you bring a hand to your breast, rolling your nipple and whimpering softly. He adjusts the hard length that's straining against his tight jeans. 

"You're not following directions. I told you to show me your cunt." Dropping your breast to hold on to the edge of the narrow worktop, you spread your legs for him, your glistening pussy on the counter's edge. He moves forward in the chair, two of his fingers sliding between your wet folds. He spreads the slick moisture all over your bare pussy. Your head falls back as he plays, your entrance throbbing, aching to be filled. His hand disappears, returning with a light smack on your pulsing clit. 

"Fuck," you moan. The smirk returns to his face, knowing he just won. "Did you work like that all day? Your naked cunt barely covered? Walking around like a slut?" His hand comes down on you again. First, you yelp then you start babbling. 

"No, Eddie. I took them off for you. Just you."

"Well then, I better take what's mine." His face dives between your legs, eating you like he's starved. The wet noises are so loud you can hear them over your panting. His nose bumps your clit as he licks and slurps and fucks you with his tongue. He sucks your clit as two fingers slide in and out of your needy hole. 

"You're getting tight, Sweetheart. Are you gonna come?"

"Yes, Eddie. Fuck, I'm so close. You're gonna make me come so hard."

A sob escapes your mouth when he pulls back, leaving you on the edge of orgasm. He leans back in his chair. 

"You think it's that easy? That I'm just gonna give it to you? You've got to work for it, Baby." He pops the button on his jeans and lowers the zipper. He pushes his pants down enough for his red leaky cock to spring up toward his belly. "You're gonna come riding my dick, and I'm going to watch." Sliding off the station, you remove your skirt with shaking hands while you drip down your thighs. "Ah, ah. Lose the rest too." He watches as you unclasp your bra, letting it slide off before pulling your tank over your head. If you weren't so needy, you might be shy being naked with him fully clothed except for his veiny cock dribbling cum from the slit. Licking your lips, you can almost feel him in your throat. You want him so badly. Noticing your stare, he pats his lap. "Next time, Baby. Come slide that pretty pussy onto my dick." Turning your back to him, you watch in the mirror as he helps you onto his lap, spreading your legs so you can watch his cock disappear into your pussy. He groans as you slide down his length, taking him so deep he bumps your cervix. The stretch makes you feel full and completely drunk. Using the armrests for leverage, you start bouncing on his cock. 

"Not so fast." His hands move to your hips, trying to slow your motion. 

"Eddie. I need to come. Please. I need it so bad." You slam yourself up and down on his cock, whining and pleading for release. 

He wraps an arm around your middle and stands, pressing you forward. Reaching out, you grab the edge of the station as he fucks you from behind. His hand comes down hard, reddening your ass.

"You'll get to come when I say so. I'm the client, remember?"

He slows the pace, moving steadily with intentional force. Heavy balls slapping your slippery pussy with every thrust. It's not enough; your body is a live wire, and you can feel your pulse beat in your clit. 

"Move your hands onto the mirror. I want to see your tits when I'm fucking you."

He stops long enough for you to place your palms on the cool glass. The reflection ratchets up your desire. Hair a mess, pupils blown out, parted swollen lips, beads of sweat running down your neck. And Eddie, black eyes, lip caught between his teeth, the look on his face letting you know you're about to get fucked into oblivion. Then he starts to move. The new angle has him hitting that spongy spot inside you, making you curse and cry out while stars burst behind your eyes. His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips as he pounds into you, his eyes watching your tits bounce with every hard thrust. 

"Good Girl. Look at you taking my cock." He slaps a hand onto your breast and pinches your nipple. Your inner muscles clench around him. "Fuck. I'm gonna cum in this tight cunt." His fingers finally make their way to your aching clit, rubbing you hard and fast. The muscles in your legs tremble as you finally start climbing toward your peak. 

Yes, Eddie. I want it. Please." A fluttering starts inside you, moving fast towards the edge. "Of course you do. Fucking take it. Take. It. In. Your. Fucking. Cunt." He groans out each word from his clenched jaw, punctuating them with a violent thrust pushing you against the mirror. His hot cum fills you as you scream his name tipping over the edge. He breathes hard in your ear, holding you up. Tremors wrack your body as you come and come, harder than you ever have before. Unable to hold yourself up anymore, your hands slide down the mirror until you reach the worktop of your station, resting your head on your crossed arms while you come down. He slides out of you with a hiss before tucking himself in his pants. He's still catching his breath as he zips up and fastens his belt. With your eyes still closed, ass still in the air, you whimper into your arms as he parts you with thumbs watching his cum drip out every time you tighten up.

"Put me down for the same time next month."

Masterpost

[precious-little-scoundrel]

I can't anymore. I need Gale x maureen smut 😩😩(no pressure!!)

Haha, no pressure -except for what I put on myself. I wanna deliver!

In case you haven’t read it, may wanna check this out while you wait. It’s Smutty McSmut for them from the pacific Au.

[yelenasdiary]

FUCK ME!!! 🥵

DIRTY LITTLE NOTES!!! SMUTTY MCSMUT SMUT!!

BRAIN MUSH (egg=my brain) I missed my stop coming home from work 😵‍💫

Waiting patiently for someone to leave me dirty little notes 🥺

THIS MADE MY DAY, THANK YOU!! 🥹

Me reading this and being so happy 🥹!!

I do hope you got home thou!!!

I’m more glad you enjoyed it 🙈 I’m so proud!!!

[bam-stroker]

Bug Fairy Story Title Poll

Alright crypt cuties, I'm thinking on my bug fairy romance smuttery and what to title it. Figured I'd make a poll to see what folks think of possible names?

Basic idea of the story:

Spark is a firefly fairy, that has been trying all summer to find someone to match his hearts glow. After another night of failure, an unexpected secret admirer manages to finally catch his attention. 

Local trans masc twink gets obliterated (lovingly) by a mysterious spider dude on a big ass spiderweb

Smutty, Smut, McSmut town

TBH I kind of like these two a lot and would not be shocked if I just wrote a bunch of one off smut pieces for them. So I'm tempted to have some sort of title that could exist across a series?

Let me know what y'all think!

[heartofspells]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag, @tracingpatternswrites, my lovely! <3

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

I currently have 93 works, which feels like too many and also not nearly enough.

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

1,476,428. The vast majority of that was written last year. What??

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Pretty much Harry Potter. I've dabbled in Supernatural publicly and a few others privately, but nothing else have ever really stuck for writing.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

At the Healing Edge of Broken - multi-chapter Wolfstar

Prick the Craving, Watch it Seep - Wolfstar breeding kink smutty mcsmut (and i hate that title now in case anyone was wondering)

How to Succeed in Business - more Wolfstar smutty mcsmut

The Tying of Canines - yet another Wolfstar breeding kink+knotting smutty mcsmut

Multiplying Parents - Wolfstar get-together featuring adorable young Harry pov

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do not anymore, though I used to try very hard to keep up with them. I don't have a reason other than that I get distracted too easily and then they build up and it feels overwhelming and I finally figured out that I was stressing myself out over them. But I read each and every one repeatedly, return to them often, and I love and appreciate all of them.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

What sort of question is that? How am I meant to choose? I have too many fics with angsty endings. I guess I'll say Wasteland just because of the build up to the ending?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I, shockingly, have a lot of fics with happy endings (no one believe me), so I'm going to stick with choosing from longer, chaptered fics for this and say Scatter the Shadows, my little band AU.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have in the past. Not so much anymore, but people don't always like or agree with what I write. That's their choice and opinion.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not continuously, but enough. There's a small running joke that my smut is more poetic than truly smutty? So I guess that's the kind I write?

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I haven't and likely never will. Crossovers have never really done it for me.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge and I very much hope not.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I've had people ask, but I've never seen one actually done before.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! I co-wrote Family on the Mend with @tracingpatternswrites! I was super nervous about writing with someone else, but she's just lovely and I'm happy to have gained a friend from the experience.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Wolfstar, my beloveds. I might stray but I always return.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

There are way too many, but probably YOU. I'll keep hacking away at it, but there's soooo much to it that it gets overwhelming. I even had to cave and make an outline, and just that part of it is massive.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm terrible at giving myself compliments and talking about strengths, but based on what others have told me, I think I'm very good at conveying emotions and getting into a character's head for those super deep and gritty moments.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm terrible at writing action sequences and I'll always be the first to admit that. I also feel like I constantly run out of words and start getting repetitive with the smaller details.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I love when it's done but I've rarely done it myself. And the times that I have, I've tried my best to find someone who is fluent in the language I want to include instead of stumbling through a translate service on my own, because those rarely work.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter. I'm a one horse sort of person, I guess.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Oh, that's tough! I'm torn between At the Healing Edge of Broken because I did enjoy writing that one a lot and I love the story I got to tell, Scatter the Shadows because not only was it just insanely fun to dive into that world and all the descriptions of music along with writing actual songs with @fonkeloog, but I had so much support for that fic, and Multiplying Parents simply because I giggled my way through writing it and it still amuses me.

No pressure tagging (sorry if you've already been tagged/done this): @in-flvx @beautitudes @pinklume @bythehearts @benjamin-ovich

[dahliawolfe]

Benefits

SPN fanfic. Not completely cannon. Smutty McSmut Smutt

“Fuck, just like that, Babygirl,” Dean moaned, guiding her hips.

“I…I’m close, De,” Ridley Lark sighed. She had been riding Dean for nearly 30 minutes, and despite being in great shape, she was becoming exhausted.

Ridley and Dean had known each other all of her life. At 21, she was 5 years younger than the other hunter. For the last 6 months or so, they had had a friends with benefits situation, and had snuck behind John’s back anytime they got the chance. Which was often. That man was never around for more than a few days at a time.

Dean doubled his efforts, rolling his hips up to meet her downward thrusts, and in a few more brutal thrusts, she was coming apart at the seams, screaming his name. Dean came close behind her. Ridley laid on his sweaty chest panting. The air in the Impala was thick and sticky, and the windows were fogged up. Dean softly stroked down her back while reaching for his phone and checking the screen. He sighed and threw it in the front seat.

“Still no word from John?” She asked, looking up at him.

“No. And I’m starting to get worried.” Ridley had been with the Winchesters since she was 5. Her parents were killed on the job, and John had taken her in. He wasn’t exactly a father figure to her, but he kept a roof over her head and clothes on her back. Well, more correctly, Dean did those things. She was a few months younger than Sam, and the three of them had grown up together.

“I’m sure he’ll call soon. He always does.” She sat up and snagged her jeans and panties from the floor rolling them over her hips before tossing her well worn Journey tank over her head. Dean did the same before crawling over the seat and getting behind the wheel.

“Hungry?” he questioned.

“Hell yeah. You know I always want Taco Bell after an orgasm.” Dean shook his head fondly and put the car in drive.

…

“Dean, are you sure you want to bring Sam into this? You know why he went to Stanford.”

“Rid, something’s wrong. I can feel it.” Ridley had learned a lot in the last 16 years of living with Dean Winchester, and one of the most important of those things was to listen to his gut. It had never steered them wrong before.

… … …

Sam reluctantly followed his brother outside. And that’s when he saw her. The girl he had been in love with for as long as he could remember. She was leaning against the Impala, caramel-coffee hair in a messy bun, arms crossed, giving him that crooked smile. And holy shit, he was going to come in his pants like a teenager.

“Sam?” Jessica spoke. Fuck, Jess!

Sam turned and gave his girlfriend a smile. “Yeah?”

“You’ll be back by Monday, right?”

“Yeah. Of course.” She gave him a bright smile before leaning up on her toes to kiss his cheek.

“Be safe. It was nice to meet you, Dean!” she chirped, ever cheerful. “Oh, and…” she sputtered seeing Ridley outside of the car.

"Ridley. Ridley Lark. Friend of the family,” Ridley replied, coming to shake the other girl’s hand. Jessica studied her for a minute before her eyes softened and she smiled.

“Nice to meet you, Ridley. I’m Jessica, Sam’s girlfriend.” Ridley nodded with that same smile that never failed to stop Sam’s heart cold.

… … …

“Any leads on Dad at all?” Sam questioned.

“No. I’ve called everybody. Followed his tracks. Everything.”

“He didn’t just drop off the face of the earth, Dean,” Sam retorted.

“Stranger shit has happened, Sammy,” Ridley replied, going back to reading a journal of some kind. Sam rolled his eyes. He had left 4 years ago and never looked back. And that included Ridley. He knew that she was the love of his life, but he also knew that she was a hunter, through and through. And he didn’t want that. So, he left without ever addressing his feelings for her. And then he met Jess, and he hoped that the feelings would just diminish, and for the most part, they had. Until tonight. Seeing her again sent a pang through his heart almost as bad as the day he left.

…

“Fuck, Sam! Out that window! Go!” Ridley ordered, seeing the sheriff’s deputies at the door. Dean was biting the bullet for them all, and Ridley knew that meant she had to get Sam out of there. Because Dean Winchester had one rule: Protect Sammy.

… … …

“You dead bitch! I’ll send your ass to hell, motherfucker!” Ridley swore as Constance held her by her throat against the seat. Sam gave her a warning look, and Ridley’s eyes widened. “Samuel Fucking Winchester, don’t you do it!” she ordered, but Sam had already set his plan in motion. He threw his arm across Ridley and plowed through that house. Ridley was pretty sure she yelped at some point, but she honestly couldn’t tell you. Her head banged against the window painfully, and the taste of copper blossomed over her tongue. But the problem righted itself when the children showed up, and those sights, well, Ridley will definitely be seeing those in her nightmares later.

… … …

“We have to be quiet, Baby,” Dean whispered in the darkness of the hotel room. The trio had gotten back together and gotten a room for the night. And seeing Ridley injured had done things to him. This thing they had going was, on paper, no strings, but they both knew that there wasn’t anyone else. And dammit, that was his girl. And he was too fucking close to not having her in his arms tonight. And Ridley needed him too. He knew it. She didn’t have to say it, he could see it in her eyes. “Can you do that for me? Hmm? Can you be quiet for Daddy?” He stroked her hair off of her cut forehead and behind her ear. She nodded solemnly and turned onto her back. Dean knew that doing anything with Sam in the room was risky, but he had to. Had to be certain that she was ok. That she had come back to him in one piece. And the little gasp she gave him when he slid home told him all he needed to know.

… … … …

Sam was almost asleep when he heard his brother speak quietly. “We have to be quiet, Baby. Can you do that for me? Hmm? Can you be quiet for Daddy?” What the fuck?! He didn’t hear Ridley’s response, but her gasp a few seconds later was answer enough. Holy shit. Now he had to listen to the love of his life be fucked by his brother while he lays in bed across the room? Wonderful. He was more than ready to be back at Stanford.

… … …

“It was good seeing you, Sammy. Take care, ok?” Ridley said as they parked in front of his apartment. She went in for a hug, and Sam stiffened. “Oh, ummm, sorry.” She spoke, seeing his hesitation. She stepped back without ever touching him, thinking that he was upset at her for dragging him out that weekend. He had been cold for the last few days. She ducked back into the Impala and waited for Dean.

… … … …

“Sam!” Ridley yelped, diving into the burning room without a second thought. She caught the other hunter’s hand and drug him away from the sight, thrusting him towards Dean. She turned, hoping beyond hope that she could do something to save Jessica, the love of Sam’s life, but it was clear that there was no hope in that.

“Ridley!” Dean commanded from the doorway of the living area. She ran towards him, coughing dryly into her elbow.

… … … …

Sam looked on, numb, as the firefighters tried to put the fire out. His hand was clasped firmly into Ridley’s. She was still wheezing, and her cheeks were still tinted pink. She had gone back for Jess. Ridley, the love of his life, had gone back to save a girl that she didn’t even know, after also getting Sam, himself, out of the flames. Sam was in more grief than he thought possible, but as he looked to his side and saw the whiskey eyes of his best friend peering at him, he was also falling deeper in love.

[ao3feed-tolkien]

Ladies Nights

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/fcTbskp

by shishiwastaken

This is a companion piece to A Lady, A shield, and A Ring. (LSR is the sequel to An adventure of a Lifetime.) The story begins just prior to the LOTR. It includes exerts and alternate POVs from the main story. Enjoy the kids, extras, and smutty mcsmut smut when it crops up

Words: 2211, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of The Adventure

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin's Company, Bilbo Baggins, Frodo Baggins, Original Female Character(s), Sauron | Mairon, Azog (Tolkien), Bolg (Tolkien)

Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield/Original Female Character(s)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/fcTbskp

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

Ladies Nights

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/e4Ob75C

by shishiwastaken

This is a companion piece to A Lady, A shield, and A Ring. (LSR is the sequel to An adventure of a Lifetime.) The story begins just prior to the LOTR. It includes exerts and alternate POVs from the main story. Enjoy the kids, extras, and smutty mcsmut smut when it crops up

Words: 2211, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of The Adventure

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin's Company, Bilbo Baggins, Frodo Baggins, Original Female Character(s), Sauron | Mairon, Azog (Tolkien), Bolg (Tolkien)

Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield/Original Female Character(s)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/e4Ob75C

[poisonpeche]

the way I have been haunted by scare actor levi he’s so mischievous and soft and wants to dominate and be dominated uwu

[benhardyisdaddy]

I STARTED THE NEW FIC ABOUT BREAKUP SEX WITH ROG AND SIS I'M SCREAMING im gonna need to bathe in holy water after this 🙏🏻

[roguepythia]

Request: Dark, Kinky, Smutty Nygmobblepot Fic Recs

I have a mighty need!

I have three days off in a row and with my crazy work schedule that feels like a vacation. I’ve been in ‘fix-it” fic land for the last year and now I’m looking for some dark!fic or kink!fic or just plain ol’ smutty mcsmut to enjoy over the weekend.

It’s those leather sleeve garters Ozzie has been wearing. I mean, like, daaaaaamn! I didn’t even know those things existed until I saw them on him and now it’s all I can think about! I really hope it inspires someone to produce ‘Angry Eddie holds Ozzie down by those leather straps while he takes him from behind” fics. Or really anything involving them. Who knew so small a costuming piece would get me so hot and bothered?! *fans self*

So if anyone has anything dark, kinky, or smutty they’d like to rec, gimmie! If you don’t want to make it public, send me a message or an ask or on anon. And yes, self-rec too! I can’t promise it’ll be my cup of tea, but I will totally give it a go!!

[theliloleme]

The Sun Rose and it Set

Challenge: to put out a Thorkyrie fic every day until Infinity War. Day Three: Complete.

Read here. 

[yelenasdiary]

https://www.tumblr.com/yelenasdiary/727861194533306368/its-fic-day-do-yall-want-a-fluffy-fic

Detailed Smutty McSmut Smut!!!!

SMUTTY MCSMUT SMUT!!!! LMAO

Also, this gif 🫠

[bam-stroker]

Original Works WIP Masterpost

This is where I'll pop all of my current WIP stories! I'll link to posts where snippets of writing have been shared or the idea is introduced. Otherwise filter for things within the designated tags (if tumblr decides to work....)

Once things have been published I'll have a post for original works and where to purchase them.

Some general tags I often use:

#raunchyresearch

#spookyrambles

#ideasbin

Fantasy Settings

Rusalka (Erotic Romance, F/F) 18+

A sapphic retelling of the rusalka myth. Mixing fantasy, history, and some grade A+ erotic gill kissing. 

Sasha dreams of the woman in the lake, and in a moment of desperation runs to the water to find either the truth or her grave.

Characters: Sasha (she/her), Rusalka (she/her)

Trickster frog wife

Running away in your fathers finest clothes on your wedding night

Did I mention the erotic gill kissing?

Tags: #rusalka

Free on Itchio: HERE

Royal Rogue (Romance novel, NB/M) 18+

The royal heir to the kingdom of the Sun falls in love with an unusual dragon. 

Slow burn friends to lovers with enough yearning and misread signals to have you shouting at the two of them.

Characters: Valentine (they/them), human and Asrir (he/him), dragon 

75% trans characters and big gender feels

Hot rogue half-elves

A very grumpy pixie

Tender gay dragon sex

Tags: #royal rogue

The Courting Web (Erotica, Trans Man/M) 18+

Spark has been trying all summer to find someone to match his glow. After another night of failure, an unexpected secret admirer manages to finally catch his attention. 

Characters: Spark (he/him) lightning bug fairy, Umbra (he/him) spider dude

Local trans masc twink gets obliterated lovingly by a mysterious spider dude

Smutty, Smut, McSmut town

Tags: #bug fairy romance #the courting web

Purchase on Itchio $3: HERE

Horny Night At the Museum (Erotica, NB/M) 18+

Robin works as a janitor at a magical museum dedicated to hosting cursed artifacts from all over the world. During a late night deep clean, they accidentally release an ancient cursed being from his tomb and experience the most unconventional marriage proposal possible.

Naga time baby!!

Very silly smuttery

Tags: #horny night at the museum

Sci-fi Settings

Enter The Machine - (TBD, Trans Woman/Angelic Supercomputer)

70s setting. A trans woman is grieving the death of her wife. She works as a computer programmer for a massive supercomputer. Mind breaking things happen where she has an otherwordly encounter one night with said machine.

Tags: #enter the machine

Race To My Heart - (Romance novel, M/M Robots) 18+

Cyberpunk future setting. Formula 1 but make it with robot race car drivers. Rivals to lovers. Very silly but also these two are hate fucking on million dollar car hoods as well.

Writing Crumb

Tags: #race to my heart

Cozy Robot/Human - (TBD)

A human encounters a robot in a customer service job. The robot has recently had an integral piece of it's body broken and there is no replacement. A story navigating disability and the intricacies of bodies, both metal and organic.

Tags: #cozy robot romance

[devdevlin]

65 and 91, one about Tomione and the other - only if you’re comfortable with it though - about Tom x Hermione x Draco, you decide 😉 i LOVE your work so much, this fandom is honestly blessed with some amazing writers and I’m so glad for it! x

65. ‘I don’t want you to stop.’

Dear Anon, I confess; when I first saw this in my inbox, I was immediately like euugrrrgrhhhhh noooooo i can’t do tom/hermione/draco noooooooo.

But, then I thought on it. And I thought on it. And somewhere along the line, it got under my skin and it festered, so TADAHHHH, here ya go, ily!

Warning for smut. Is smut still allowed on here? Oh well…

*

Years. Years he’d been imagining this moment, replaying the fantasy as he showered, as he lay in bed, when he was with other women, and now, finally - finally - it was upon him.

Or, rather, under him.

And she was just so responsive. Blaise had insisted time and time again that it was the bookish ones, the quiet ones who were the wildest, and fuck - Draco had to admit, he didn’t appear to be wrong.

With each stroke of his tongue, Granger writhed beneath him, her hands through his hair tightening on his scalp as she breathed his name, and she tasted so… so…

“So good,” she moaned, pushing her hips forward to increase the pressure of his tongue.

He groaned against her, his boxer briefs constricting. He gently stroked down her slit as his tongue worked before slowly sliding two fingers inside of her.

She was so, so wet.

And it was finally all for him.

The sounds she made as he pushed back and forth, slowly fucking her with his fingers were magical. He glanced up to meet her eyes just as he flicked his tongue, and was rewarded as her legs trembled around him.

“Please, Draco,” she whined shakily, grabbing at him and trying to pull his body up by his forearms. “Please, I need you to fuck me already.”

He slowly removed his fingers. “Patience,” he slurred against her after a long sweep of his tongue, eliciting a low groan in her throat.

She recovered quickly, her eyes lighting up with excitement when he finally pushed himself up and crawled over her, positioning himself between her thighs.

“Yes,” she breathed as she hooked her legs around his waist.

Her small fingers dug under the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down-

But before she could free him, the door swung open.

Draco shot up, untangling himself from her deceptively long legs faster than he’d ever moved in his life, just in time to see her fucking husband closing the door behind him.

He paled.

He’d heard of Riddle, his father had been working with him for years, but he’d never met him personally. To Draco, he’d always been a figure without a face; the other man, the one who always won, the one who got the girl.

His reputation proceeded him, of course. Rumours of the great Tom Riddle were plentiful, leaving Draco hardly surprised to see how well put together the man appeared to be. His all-black suit was tailored, custom made surely, and his hair was perfectly swept back, not a hair out of place. He had a tall and intimidating presence, one which the newspapers never seemed to capture in their photographs, and from where they were sprawled on the couch, his irises were indistinguishable from his pupils.

Draco could appreciate that he was a very attractive man. But the other side of all this, was, of course, that the man was downright terrifying.

His eyes roamed over them, his watch cold while his expression remained perfectly stoic. And then his focus locked onto Draco.

Draco shot his hand out to cover himself with his shirt that’d been discarded and raised his hands submissively as he scooched backward from Hermione. “I - it’s - it’s not what it looks-”

“No, no.” Tom spoke quickly, the syllable sounding smoother than Draco anticipated, his dark eyes slowly moving to linger on his wife’s exposed legs. “I don’t want you to stop.”

Draco glanced back down at Hermione. And then back to Tom. And then back at Hermione.

“Don’t mind him,” Hermione soothed as she wriggled closer on the couch, reaching out to rake her hands down Draco’s chest. “Tom likes to watch.”

An soft, unsure sound came from Draco’s throat as her hands roamed lower, pulling his shirt away from his lap and starting to rub over the fabric of his briefs.

“He likes to give me what I want,” she breathed, pulling herself up to bring his earlobe between her teeth. “And what I want right now, is you.”

Draco hummed softly before he glanced back past Hermione toward her husband.

He was watching. While he remained expressionless… it didn’t look like he agreed with her.

“I… you know what, I’m not really comfortable…”

She released his ear and kissed down his neck, nipping at his skin as she went. “At least finish me off. Please?”

Draco swallowed loudly.

“By all means,” Tom said, finally moving from the doorway toward the kitchen bench, untying his tie as he went. “If you don’t indulge her, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Slowly, Hermione scooted back on the couch, pulling Draco back down with her. He allowed it, stopping as he hovered over her.

Draco glanced back up. Tom had moved to lean against the kitchen door way, arms folded across his chest. His lip turned upward ever so slightly in the corner. It wasn’t a smile… but it was definitely more encouraging than a blank stare.

He glanced back down. Hermione pulled her lip between her teeth and smiled up at him, waiting expectantly.

He swore internally.

This was Hermione - Granger - sprawled under him, waiting, wanting. How long had he waited? How much time had he wasted fantasising about this moment?

He even had permission.

And so, pushing his reservations to the back of his mind, Draco dove back in.

*

Draco had never had a threesome before, and he wasn’t sure that what had just happened counted.

He wasn’t sure that he wanted to do it again.

Once Hermione had finished (he’d had to go back to using his mouth. Merlin knew, he hadn’t been able to perform with the audience), Tom had, thankfully, left in the direction of the bathroom. The tension in the room had significantly diminished once he was gone.

Draco relaxed back into the couch watching as Hermione pranced across the room, stark naked, glass of water in hand. She offered it to him.

“Thank you.”

She smiled sweetly.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, watching him drink. “I didn’t know he’d be home so soon.”

“I didn’t realise the two of you had such an… open relationship.”

She merely shrugged.

A moment later, Draco didn’t need to see to know that Tom had come back. His presence demanded attention, even now that he’d removed his jacket and shirt, leaving him in his business pants and undershirt.

It was unusual, how he could maintain his intimidating presence without any shoes on.

Tom didn’t even look toward Draco as he passed through. “Tell your friend to leave.”

Draco stiffened. Hermione glanced toward him sheepishly, taking the glass back out of his hands. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

More than happy to get out of there, Draco shot up and found his jeans, pulling them on in what might’ve just been record time. He pulled his shirt on roughly over his head and slipped his shoes on as he stepped toward the door.

“I’ll… um…” he muttered glancing from Hermione over to Tom who had his back to him as he rummaged through the fridge. “That was… thanks. I guess.”

Hermione gave him a small wave, and Draco left.

Tom pulled a beer from the fridge and stepped back to the counter to open it against the edge. After a firm hit, the cap shot off with a loud clatter.

Sheepishly, Hermione slinked over from the couch, approaching him from behind and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Did you have a nice afternoon?” He asked after a moment, taking a sip of his beer.

“I most certainly did.” She was too short to reach his head, so she pressed a kiss to the back of his shoulder, instead. He sighed loudly and turned around, wrapping his free arm tightly around her.

“You drive me insane, you know that?”

She hummed in amusement, the sound lingering as she pulled his chin down to kiss him. “I know.”

He kissed her back, slowly and lazily while his fingers traced patterns over her bare skin of her lower back.

“I like Lucius,” he murmured between kisses, “you know that, too.”

She laughed against his lips. “I do.”

“You could’ve just asked me to stop working with him.”

“And what would you have said?”

He pulled back long enough to glare down at her. “He only has one son. He’ll never forgive me.”

“I’m counting on it,” she said after a moment, running her hands over his chest. “Don’t be mad. This way, everyone wins.”

“You win, you mean.”

She laughed again and didn’t deny it, bracing herself as he picked her up and spun her to sit her up on the counter. From the new angle, his hips aligned better with hers and with a smaller height difference, he kissed her more deeply than before.

“You’ll let me watch when you do it, won’t you?” She asked as she broke off, almost feeling guilty for the fate she’d chosen for Draco. Tom wouldn’t make it quick.

He never did.

Tom’s smile was slow and sideways. “You know I could never say no to you.”

[spacesoapopera]

Written a thing... I have.

Summary: "Are you going to come or not?" She was over on his side of the car carelessly leaning over the window down to his current height and giving him full access to something he was trying very hard not to think about. Very hard. Granted, her tone of voice wasn't helping, considering Ben knew exactly what her context was.

And there it was. Another look that Ben was now permanently saving to his file folder of Rey. This was a particular favorite.

"Yeah, yep. I'm... yeah." He switched hands on the yellow towel and opened the door.

Also known as the fan fiction where Ben runs into Rey’s mailbox and smut ensues.

You can find it here.

Happy reading! (I know it’s trash but I had to start somewhere)