#smut writers

[rafesthroatbaby]

can you write a scenario where - rafe cums on readers open mouth, tongue out, he pauses and takes of his gold ring and places right on top. He takes of a photo of reader, he loves owning her.

aww i appreciate you but i have zero talent for writing

i’ll tag some sluts that i love, who deliver fire ☺️

@drudyslut @rafesmuse @sugarcoatedstarkey @drewstarkeyslut @blueicequeen19 @rafetopia @rvfecamerons @sadfury @babygorewhore @miguelsangel @maybankswhore @rafeandonlyrafe @dark-fics-4-you

ps: don’t hate me, I forgot some amazing writers but y’all can blame drew 🥲 too cock drunk from the latest content.. love y’all 🫶 feel free to comment !

[gazzistt]

I’m seeing a lot of anonymous people go on popular jjk smut writers asks and literally trash on them for being “inconsiderate” to those who want to read sfw content—and I just had to add my little two cents in…

Why are we acting as if we can’t type in “jjk x ___” and literally get tons of fics with fluff, angst, slowburn and sometimes FULL LENGHT series? It doesn’t even have to be on Tumblr but there are various other sites that are full of these topics. Sure smut is popular on Tumblr, but it’s not like these authors are the only writers on this app.

Now I get it if a specific creator markets themselves as nsfw + sfw and you want to maybe request more tame content—but to say they are inconsiderate for not tailoring to your exact need?

I get it, there is a lot of smut and sometimes you don’t want to read all that. But this gives you the chance to explore different outlets or creators who write this stuff! If you can’t find any on Tumblr there is ao3 and wattpad—it’s okay if a creator you know doesn’t write it.

I just find it a bit silly how people go to someone’s page who is KNOWN to write smut and then shame them for doing it when that’s their whole entire premise. Like why would you go to the milk store if you are looking for bread? 🤦🏾‍♀️

It’s like going to the 18+ section of a book store and wondering why they don’t have kid friendly books. It’s probably because that’s not their intended audience.

At the end of the day, tumblr has a pretty useful feature called “follow tags” and you can follow the tags of the things you want to see and the things you don’t. You can ask for more sfw content without bringing down creators who have nothing to do with that stuff.

Btw this isn’t to those who request these things, it’s for those who just attack creators for writing what they want.

Idek if anyone is going to see this, or if anyone cares, but that’s just my take on this.

[honey-flustered]

I just saw a post on the x reader tag complaining about smut writers and I just have to go off on a little rant.

That poster complains that if you can only read or write smut then you have a porn addiction which is an absurd and hyperbolic claim to make in itself but the vitriol that people have for those who have actual porn addictions is sad. Porn addiction is addiction. Addiction affects people’s life to the point where it is detrimental to that individual’s life to the point where it’s hardly functional. There are people with actual addictions struggling with that shit. Writing and reading smut on motherfucking tumblr.com isn’t a fucking addiction. No one’s hurting anyone. Not even you annoying fuckers who read posts that clearly aren’t meant for you.

People like this make it hard for writers on tumblr to write anything because purity culture and the morality police wants to dictate what people write as if the smut genre isn’t a whole industry in itself (literal smut novelists out there making money off this shit). Don’t fucking come into a smut tag if you are going to complain about smut, don’t complain about smut when a post boldly specifies smut and has all its warning. It’s so fucking weird to complain about something you do not wish to see only to voluntarily expose yourself to it. It’s giving miserable and i hope you find happiness.

I write what I want and I am a horny ass bitch and I don’t have to be ashamed of it because women can have agency over their own sexuality, on their own terms. Feel free to block me if you can’t handle that.

Rant done.

[smutstationchoochoo]

[senorabond]

What's another word for 'engorged'?

...and other smut writing resources.

Tired of using the same descriptors over and over?

Or, if you're like me, perhaps you're anxious that somebody is going to read your smut only to roll their eyes and say, "Ugh, can we please find another way to describe [body part and/or sex act]."

Well, say "Huzzah!" because here are some helpful (free) resources I found specifically for writing erotica and romance. I hope these help you write the smutty fanfic of your dreams!

The Sexy Thesaurus by Laurel Clarke specifically addresses alternate names for genitalia.

Laurel also has The Sexy Thesaurus 2 (action words) and The Sexy Thesaurus 3 (descriptors).

Here's an alphabetized list of Useful Words for Writers of Romance and Erotica.

Here is a blog that has various posts called Physical Feature Entry that focus on specific body parts - not just genitalia.

Representation Matters!!!

Most erotica I've read, especially published fiction, features white cishet characters. I wanted to try to find other resources that address writing for LGBTQIA+ and BIPOC characters.

This isn't a resource on descriptors, but it's about writing queer erotica and I just really liked it: Erotica, But Like, Queer...: An Insider Perspective. I love how they mention how many authors got their start writing fanfiction.

Here's 5 Things I Wish I'd Known About Writing Lesbian Erotica, which I feel can also extend to scenes with two males/people with penises.

Writing BIPOC Characters: A Conversation with JT Moore - fantastic interview with published author JT Moore. This is for writing any BIPOC character, not just in the erotica/romance genres.

In terms of how things age on the internet, this next resource is pretty old. Originally written in 2013, it was updated in 2017. And yes...it is on fanfiction.net. I haven't read the entire thing, but hey, it's called The Ultimate Guide to Writing Smut Fic.

Now - go out there and write that smut!

[slashingdisneypasta]

Things to incorporate into smuts:

Fat- Rolls, love handles, cellulite, stretch marks, wobbles.

Aging- Sagging & boniness, lube and viagra use, muscle cramps, and getting tired quickly.

H a i r- ARMPIT, LEG, PUSSY, PENIS, BREAST AND TUMMY HAIR.

[slowee00]

Imagine this with Yunho…🙊

I need someone to write a scenario with him using this. 🧎🏾‍♀️

[ilovechuuy4]

HIYA GUYS (ik this isnt a fic PLEASE…) ME AND @luvfy0dor / @luvfy0dor-main ARE HOSTING A DISCORD SERVERRR !!! Anyone is free to join, followers, nonfollowers, roleplayers and writers :3 Please just be sure to read and respect the rules !! Its just a simple server with multiple channels and fandoms to choose from. Writers can discuss ideas / thoughts about anything they’d think of. Followers / non-writers will not be able to access writer only channels. Admins will have to talk to writers privately / through ticket bot to mark you under the ‘writer’ channel. Have fun !! There are channels that include: roleplays, fanart, music, leaks (that can only be in the ‘leaks’ channel) nsfw channel for all the smut writers etc etc. The server is still a work in progress so there WILL be mistakes in any of the ‘coding’ please bare with uss :33

DISCORD SERVER LINK

[xcherryerim]

[candy69gurl]

See this blog here

Hi everyone... Do you not find it quite impolite of them to take ss of certain portions of people's blogs and republish them, inciting hatred in the process?

I mean initially... Without our permission, you did it. Thirdly, you gaslight people into believing that we are "the bad people" by deleting their comments and banning them from the blog.

You still hold us responsible for these things, despite our warnings and everything? If you take into account that the anime characters who are not of legal age cannot be liked by 18+ people, then you really should not use Tumblr at all.

If you think characters cannot be aged up or characters cannot be written without following the plot, it's YOUR FAULT ..

Controlling myself form swearing rn..

The fact that you look down upon the writers demonstrates your  jealousy and disrespect towards us adult writers

Also, writing such things in vulgar language... do you think that makesyou cool? Listen, we added this "MINORS DNI" for what? for you minors to have fun with the blogs?

Thinking about how you portrayed us.. It's as if you were children with no common sense... so we now need to write that ("only for entertainment purposes, please don't try at home"). Despite being warned not to interact with mature blogs,

You, "OPENED THE SMUT TAG"; isn't that a nice thing to do for a minor like you? Do you think you should just delete Tumblr and GO.STUDY?

Also if you think writing "probably aged up" is SO WRONG.. then YOU are so wrong for even thinking of loving characters who does not even exist and is made up by some people..

[jelicoxoxo]

I absolutely hate when people refuse to acknowledge the fact that writing the reader asking the character to stop in a smut fic and then having that character ignore them now turns their fic into an SA fantasy, regardless of how much they like to fight and claim that it’s not or call it something different to sugar coat it

refusing to tag your fics properly is irritating asf too, call it what it is and stop making loopholes around it lmao.

[lady-phasma]

I had a very interesting conversation with some moots today… among many criteria for fic reblogs, one was whether or not the smut helped you cum. Now I'm curious if other people use this as part of their criteria.

[enha-stars]

have smut writers actually had sex

what a loaded question.

well, this smut writer has not had sex but i want to assume some of us have. i hope some of us had. pls

[exquisiteserotonin]

Precious Possessions, Chapter 3

Here we are folks, the final (maybe?) installment of Precious Possessions. I might be a little biased, but this might be the hottest chapter yet.

Series Summary: Defense intelligence conferences are always the same informative but also always boring. You didn't expect anything different for this one, but an unexpected meeting with a man named Dave York, changes the trajectory of your conference experience and maybe even more.

Previous | Next

Pairing: Dave York X F!Reader

Word Count: 4.3K

Rating & Warnings: HEAVY E! (This one is definitely absolutely not for minors, MDNI!!! 18+ ONLY) This fic contains, but are not limited to the following, dom!Dave, semi-sub reader, spanking, bondage, overstimulation, PiV sex, creampie, oral (f! and m! receiving)dirty, dirty talk.

A/N: Not beta'd, very little use of y/n. I really really enjoyed writing this. I hope you love reading it! Thank you to my magical sluts for all the encouragement <3 Love you bbs. @legendary-pink-dot @imalrightllama @sparklefarts38 @blueheat1-blog @best-little-secret @redhotkitchen @basicoccult

Yes there is a playlist could listen to while reading this.

York Times Playlist

Chapter 3: Disclosure 

Keeping your hands off each other was a battle that neither of you were keen on winning,  knowing the pleasure that would be in store once you made it upstairs to your room or his, you didn’t care which. With discretion still at the front of your brain as you suggested to Dave that you walk in first to avoid suspicion and accusatory glances. The lobby still buzzed with some conference attendees coming and going to enjoy evening revelries outside the conference hotel. A handful of others still flitted around the bar drunkenly networking and schmoozing.

You found your way to a quiet spot, tucked away from the lobby. Still drunk with the memory of his fingers inside you, the knot inside you tightened in anticipation of him and how your pussy would feel after he sunk every inch of himself into you. The sound of footsteps echoed to your ears, and you turned expecting to see Dave standing before you. Instead, you found Brad, face red and splotchy with drunkenness. He leaned over at the wall over you, the smell of too much hair product and cheap beer wafting to your nose. You rolled your eyes so hard that you swear it could be heard. 

“Hey you,” his voice was loud, nasal, and badgering like a bad car salesman, “where have you been?”

“Out...networking,” you stated, “you know how it is.”

“You go out networking looking like that?” He formed his thin lips into a whistle as he looked you up and down, “You are seriously holding out on all of us.”

“No, I’m really not,” you shrugged, beginning to look at your phone, “I’m just super selective about who I network with.”

“Come on, we all know it’s not about what you know,” Brad said moving in so close that you felt his humid breath stew on your skin , “it’s about who you know.”

“And who the hell are you?” You said coiling away from him, your skin itchy and crawling with a slow worm of disgust. 

“Are you serious?” The entitlement he held in these words as he spoke them disgusted you. “Do you know who my father is?”

“Oh we’re going there?” You scoffed. “Please, I didn’t need to rely on my daddy to get where I am today.” 

“But I bet you like fucking powerful men don’t you, you whore!” He grated, grabbing and shaking you by the arms. 

Grabbing ahold of his arm, you shoved him off you back into a wall. He stumbled backwards, nearly falling into the potted plant behind him. Dave’s timing could not have been more perfect, as you saw him round the corner. 

“Fuck you, you brainiac bitch,” he cried and you nearly laughed at the entitlement weeping in his voice. 

“We have a problem here?” Dave's eyes were like lasers on Brad.

“It’s fine, Brad’s just drunk and disappointed,” you explained with nonchalance, “let’s go.”

“Have fun fucking a married man, you two-bit whore!” he bellowed. “Wouldn't it be fun if his wife found out about you two?”

Unblinking, you bounded forward with one foot ready to lunge at him until Dave held you back with nothing but a gesture of his hand. Silently, he walked towards Brad until he stood face to face with him. He leaned forward like a predator sniffing its prey. You watched mesmerized as Dave took a commanding hand to force Brad backwards by the base of his neck. He hit the wall with a loud thump. Dave’s eyebrows narrowed downward and his chocolate brown eyes faded to deep black pools void of any sparkle that you found in his eyes earlier that evening. You could see as he whispered something to him through growling teeth. Whatever it was, it was enough to have Brad stumbling away, dumbfounded and cursing something under his breath about how his father would hear about this. He turned back to you giving you a look that said: Don’t worry, it’s all taken care of. 

A tight excitement percolated in your stomach, up to your chest, and neck when you noticed no one was following you into the elevator.  As the doors closed behind you and after Dave pushed one of the floor buttons, you grabbed his sweater and pulled his body to yours until his lips crashed into yours in a fervent kiss.  The heat between you intensified as his massive hands made their slow journey over every curve of your body, slipping past your waist until they found a firm grip on your ass.

“What did you tell the poor bastard?” you asked, between wet, needy kisses. 

“Nothing serious,” as he brought his hand to your face, down to your clavicle and then cupping your breast, “just that I would find him and kill him if he made threats like that again.”

“Understandable,” you breathed,  as you felt his soft lips and his tongue dip onto your neck to your cleavage. 

He pulled down your bra to expose your breast evoking a desperate cry from your throat, “You have to protect yourself--keep up appearances.”

He pulled you close, licking and biting at your nipple. 

“Besides, no one’s going to talk about my dirty, pretty, little slut like that,” he said as he pressed you into one of the walls of the elevator. 

The elevator came to a stop on his floor, something you hadn’t expected. The thought of entering a space that was private to him sent a tingle throughout your body, emanating from the center of you. He was clutching your hand tightly in his, your fingers intertwined with his in a libidinous daze. The moment he pressed the keycard to his room door, your pussy pulsated for him. 

Inside, one bedside lamp illuminated the room, everything clean and presentable for you. Your heart began pounding in your chest in anticipation, until he reached behind wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands traveling upwards to massage your breasts. Every nerve ending in your body vibrated at his touch, his hands reaching down the front of your dress into your bra to play with your nipples. Your mind was spinning, your thoughts unable to keep up with the moves your body made. With a strong grip, Dave spun you around to face him, pushing you back to his bed with such force that you bounced when you hit the mattress. 

“Did you fantasize about me earlier this afternoon?” Dave voiced with a gruff whisper in your ear, as he crawled over you coaxing more sweetness to drip from your center. “When you had a headache, did you touch yourself? Make yourself come wishing it was me?”

“Yes!” you moaned. “I did.” 

With a firm right hand, he squeezed your face, forcing your gaze towards his, “Yes, what?”

You bit your lip before providing the response you knew he desperately wanted, “Yes, daddy.” 

A low moan vibrated in his chest and the feeling of his hardening bulge against your thigh had you lightheaded. You opened your mouth, presenting your tongue for him. He took it with a groan of satisfaction. Teeth, tongue, and lips intertwined together, so hungry that you could swallow each other. Your lips and his were red, hot, and swollen once they parted to find one moment to breath. Dave stood up from the bed, pulling his sweater over his head, almost taking the V-neck t-shirt he was wearing underneath with him. It gave you a small peek of his belly as it clung to his defined abdomen. 

He switched places with you, spreading his legs wide as he sat down to unbuckle his belt, setting it neatly beside him on the wrinkled sheets. The freckles on his chest peeked out from the deep v of his shirt, making you yearn for more. You watched as his massive hands caressed the fabric of his jeans. The way he made a show of taking off his wedding ring before you set off something carnal inside you. He placed it on the nightstand next to the bed, a gesture so erotic that it forced you to erupt with an involuntary moan. He looked up at you with heavy eyelids as he grabbed you. He left a kiss at your pelvis as he slipped his hands underneath taking hold of your ass.

“Take off your clothes.” He ordered. 

You complied, feeling the soft knitted fabric of your dress cascade down your skin like a waterfall, pooling on the floor. You stood before him, inhibited only by the strapless bra and cheeky underwear you wore. With one gesture of his hand he beckoned you to him. His hands were supple yet powerful as he massaged his hands up your thighs. 

“C’mere baby,” he gestured to his lap, “lean over.”

It was like second nature to obey him. You leaned on your abdomen over his knees with an automaticity that was so unlike you. He used his hands to push his hair off your shoulders, tracing down the shape of your waist, until they rested on your ass. The anticipation of what he was going to do next was burning your body.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he groaned, massaging your ass, approaching closer and closer to your center. 

“Please,” you begged, wiggling for him. 

Before you could say anything else, you heard a low chuckle rise out of his chest followed by the sharp pain of his hand slapping your ass. The initial stinging quickly transformed into pleasure with just enough respite for him to slap again, but with more force eliciting from you a loud, long moan. Your center grew more wet by the second and between slaps you felt Dave’s fingers graze over the soft fabric of your underwear, teasing you. Another loud, strong slap met your ass giving you pain and pleasure while tears formed at the corner of your eyes. 

“Fuck, my gorgeous, dirty girl.” 

Another smack.

And another moan. 

“Who do you belong to?” He asked as you heard the familiar ringing of his belt buckle. 

Pants of your anxious anticipation were all you could muster andyou failed to answer him.

The crack of his belt came down on your ass and you cried out into the back of your hand. 

“I said, ‘who do you belong to?’”

The hedonistic crack of leather stung you again, leaving your ass hot and quivering.

“You, Dave,” you answered your moans mixed with tears of ecstasy, “I belong to you.”

And then came one, two, three more whips of his belt sweeped down on you. 

The audible sound of Dave taking in a long, deep breath of your essence was a moment of blissful respite. Two deep breaths of your own was all you were allowed before you felt his hands ripping off your underwear. A slap of his hand to your pussy was nearly enough to make you come, writhing over his knees. The tips of his fingers caressed your folds before he entered your center with two long fingers. You gripped furiously at the sheets on the bed, feeling your center throb as he pumped, moved, and twisted in and out of you. You could feel your climax rising, but all he left you with was a desperate cry and a feeling of emptiness as he pulled his fingers from you. 

“You’ll come when I let you, firefly” his voice rumbled. 

He stood up, letting you roll to the center of the bed. It was a desperate scramble for you to remove your bra, bare and open for him. Every move of his electrified you as he pulled off his shirt, revealing broad shoulders and chest, lines forming at the sides of his abdomen, but with a softer belly.  The anticipation sparked inside you as he removed his pants and you saw his hard cock, a twitching, veiny god ready for you to worship.

“I knew you’d be big,” you felt like a lioness ready to pounce on her mate. 

You crawled towards him ready to grab his cock, to show him how much you wanted him, to show him how well you could please him. Instead he shoved you back down on the bed, crawling up your body with his hands tracing up your curves until he had one hand gripping the base of your neck. The pressure with which he held your neck was exquisite and the heat that blazed from him to you had you bucking your hips in desire, longing for him to thrust into you. The ravenous look in his eyes told you that he was completely in control. He quickly bound your wrists together over your head using his belt. A breathy moan escaped you as he rolled his body against yours, feeling your nipples press against his broad, firm chest before he kissed you. The sudden feeling of the silky fabric of his tie covering your eyes had you panting and your heartbeat thumping into your ears. 

All your senses heightened as you twisted in anticipation, every hair on your body raised with the electricity he sparked in you. An indignant pout and whimper left your mouth as you lay in wait for any touch he decided to bestow upon you.

“Please, please Dave!’ 

“I like you like this, firefly,” he growled into your ear, “open and begging for me.” 

Your breaths and your pulse grew faster as his hands massaged your breasts before his fingers pinched your nipples. Your yelp filled the air as you felt his capable hands explore your body. The warm air of his breath reached your mound and his muscular forearms spread your legs open wide for him. You heard him breathe your scent into his nose, his loud groan vibrating your folds as though he’d been presented with the sweetest smelling fruit. Not a second later, you felt his broad tongue lick a firm, slow stripe from your center all the way to your clit. You cried out his name as he masterfully explored your folds, pulling the smaller petals into his mouth and then letting go to focus the front of his tongue to swirling, flicking, and lunging at your clit until all you could do was sob and fight against the restraints on your wrists. 

You knew his tongue would be heaven but didn’t expect just how adept he would be at finding your pleasure. It couldn’t get better than this. It just couldn’t. His next devotion was to wrap his lips around your clit and savoring it as the most delectable fruit he’d ever tasted. The blazing desire creeped up your chest to your neck, and your breaths were heaving, your center trembled as he refused to take his mouth off you. A loud, long scream of his name filled the room, as you bucked your hips from the overstimulation of his tongue as it brought you to orgasm. 

His lips released you and you lay on the bed, blissful, dizzy, and unresistant. He took off your blindfold, permitting you to see his handsome lust-filled face. His lips were painted with your slick. He brought his lips to yours, the taste of you mixing with the sweet taste of his lips. His massive hands explored your body until he held his grip at your throat. 

“Do you see how good you taste, you dirty slut?” He said through gritted teeth. “I’m gonna make you mine, completely.”

He unbuckled the belt around your wrists, and he pulled you up to him, pressing your bodies together. Sweat dotted your body as your heat intertwined. You needed to keep your lips held to his  in a messy and hungry kiss. Pulling him as close as possible to you, you wrapped your arms  around him, gripping him and feeling his cock grow thick and long with the need for you. You dug your nails into his back, a groan of pleasure vibrating from his chest. Yet he pushed you back to the bed, his expression mixed with anger and intrigue. 

“Naughty girl!” He said with a low roar shoving you away from him. “I didn’t give you permission to do that.” 

You grabbed his face with a smirk before you kissed him again. 

“Your wife would never do this for you,” you sucked his lip. “She’d never succumb to you the way I do.” 

You laughed as he tossed you face down onto the bed. Your cunt was weeping and ready for him. He grabbed your arms behind you, looping his belt meticulously around your wrists, tightening it to make sure you could not loosen it on your own. 

You wiggled your ass at him, straining your wrists against your restraints.

“Fuck, do you feel how hard you make me, baby?” He slapped his cock onto your pussy, drawing a loud yelp from you. “Look at how pretty your pussy is throbbing and wet for me, I wanna fill you up with so much of my cum that it’s dripping down your legs.”

“Please, give it to me!” You begged. 

Another yelp echoed in the room as he gave your ass a hard smack. You smiled to yourself knowing you’d have marks from him, too. 

“I need you to be more specific, firefly,” he uttered as he slapped his cock against your pussy again. “Tell me what you need, baby.” 

The way you wanted him was so intense that you were nearly in tears and you responded breathlessly, “I need you to stretch me and ruin this pussy with your big, fat cock. Please fuck me.”

He was unexpectedly gracious and rubbed his cock along your folds before pushing in and stretching you out slowly. You moaned feeling his dick throb inside you and your pussy clenched around it. Together you moaned at the feeling of each other, desperate and depraved for whatever the other would give. Your pussy quivered each time he pounded into you. The wet sounds that came from your cunt as he thrust into you were obscene. 

“Fuck, you’re taking my cock so well, you’re so fucking wet,” he growled, grabbing onto your hips with an iron-like grip. “This tight little pussy is mine. It was made for me.” 

The familiar tingle was beginning its eruption, undulating around in your body and brain. 

“I’m gonna come daddy!”

You could feel that he was close, too. His thrusts became harder and more urgent and his already tight grip became impossibly tighter. His breaths came out ragged and through gritted teeth as the tip of his divine cock pushed in deep to meet the spongy part of your core that set off the chain reaction that erupted first in your body and then in his. You squeezed  him and heard him growl out for you feeling his cock throb inside you as his hot, white cum coated your walls. You thought quietly to yourself that the IUD was the best medical discovery ever made as he released you from your restraints. 

As you lay there, his cum dripping from you he surprised you with the soft gesture of brushing your hair out of your face. You were giddy in the afterglow of how well he fucked you and you pulled him close kissing him and tugging on the sweat-soaked waves of brown hair. You stared at him for a while as he recouped the energy you had expended, examining each line on his face and the story behind it. His body held scars from secret stories you knew he wasn’t ready to tell. You kissed them and he flinched and you intertwined his fingers with yours, a silent encouragement that you would listen to those stories if he ever felt the urge to tell you.

“Shower with me,” you said, between greedy kisses that left both of your lips swollen. 

You stood up from the bed, knowing your body would draw him to you like a magnet. LIke a confirmation of your bet, he followed you into his shower. You closed your eyes letting the warm water cascade over the expanse of your body. It wasn’t too long before he joined you, immediately running his hands over you, massaging your breasts, worshiping your nipples, taking the pussy he had claimed as his own and making you fall apart all over again over his fingers. With one quick slap of your ass, he left you to finish your shower and dry off. When you were done, you stepped out, dried off,  and wrapped yourself in a plush, white hotel towel. The color stood in stark contrast to the dark deeds and desires you and Dave had for each other. 

“You can use my comb if you need to,” he walked in to stand just behind you, his naked figure taunting and tempting as he gestured towards the comb placed neatly on the bathroom vanity. 

The gesture seemed almost too domestic, but he quickly made up for it by grasping your hips to his pelvis. He pulled the towel from your body to admire your naked figure with his eyes and his hands. You leaned back into him and he turned your face to his to draw you into his ravenous lips. 

“Come back to bed,” he ordered. 

You obeyed him as he sat on the bed, drawing you to him by your waist. He blessed your breasts with kisses and then took your nipples into his mouth, biting at them with fervor. You tossed your head back moaning as he venerated your body with his. Your core was growing wet again at each touch. 

“Show me what your mouth can do,” he demanded as he pushed you down to your knees.

You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, pumping him to grow just a little before you wrapped your lips around him. It grew in your mouth as you swirled your tongue at his tip, sliding into the small space between the head of his cock and his foreskin. He called your name as you gently rolled his foreskin back and down the base of him and adjusted your throat to take in the veiny, girthy length of him. The saltiness of his precum washed over your tongue as you let him fuck your mouth. 

“Fuck, baby, your mouth takes me so well,” he moaned his voice gravelly and unhinged.

You sucked on him hard, pulling on his cock as you let him go, leaving it standing at attention as he left your mouth. 

“I need to bounce on that cock, baby,” you pleaded with him, “please, can I bounce on your big--fat--cock.” 

“Yes, baby, take it all in.”

He moaned as you positioned yourself over him, bouncing and rolling your hips over him. You started slowly, your hands grasping and digging at his waist and chest with your nails as you felt his cock thrust into you. His thrusts became more erratic as he pushed himself into you deeper and deeper. Your tits bounced as you called out his name. 

“Oh god yes!” You cried feeling your climax approaching as he bucked his hips up. “Dave, oh, god yes, yes, it’s so good.” 

“Yes, firefly, you have the best, tightest little cunt,” he praised as you rode him. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to, tell me it’s mine.”

“It’s yours, daddy, only yours.” 

It was all he needed to hear as he rocked into you with all his strength, leaving you moaning out your adorations for him in the form of his name as you came undone over him. The heat of his cum filled you again and he gifted you with one last smack of your ass before he pulled out of you with a whimper that left you gasping. 

You rolled over with breathless ecstasy, gasping in surprise as he pulled you in possessively close to him. He kneaded the skin of your curves as he held you while you danced your fingers around his chest, belly, and pelvis where evidence of your scratches remained. You propped yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at his handsome face, keeping your gaze on his rich brown eyes. Instinctively, you brought one hand to brush through his damp waves. 

“You know, your cock isn’t going to be easy to forget,” you murmured, feeling the slightest bit of sentimentality edge into your voice. 

“You say it like we’re never going to fuck again,” he said with a raise of his eye brow, his hands exploring where you had left your mark, like he was memorizing them. “You left these for me after all.” 

“Think of them as reminders that your wife could never fuck you the way I do.”

He moved in on you tugging at your hair as he brought his face to yours.

“I told you, I would own this pussy,” he kissed you as insurance, “just as much as you own this cock.”

“I like that proposition,” you said, biting your lip at the thought of feeling his cock between your legs again.

You turned around and felt his arm wrap around you to pull you to him again. His hands rubbed up and down your body, occasionally pinching your nipples. You knew it would only be a matter of time before you were fucking each other yet again.

His face was so beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful you had ever seen. Your nerves were getting the best of you, but you knew you had to ask. You hadn’t gotten far in your career without knowing a thing or two, not without doing your research. He wasn’t the only one who could make things happen by grand design. Though, needing his cock had not been a part of your original plan.  

“Dave, I want in,“ you whispered, caressing his forehead and running your hands through his hair.

“What are you talking about?” He said his voice lowering an octave as he squeezed your hand to stop your fingers from caressing his hair. 

And then you let the request fall from your lips, “When are we going to kill Brad?”

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A/N 2: I realize this has was left on a huge cliff hanger. I was not sure if I wanted to or if this would be enjoyed enough to warrant a continuation. Please let me know your thoughts and as always comment and reblog. I swear I'm nice. ;)

[honey-flustered]

Honestly might be taking a break from writing. Im going to finish my WIPs and all that I’d done so far but I’ll be going into hiatus just to clear my head about the turnout of this election. As a black haitian american woman, I am scared because my life is threated all around.

I’m a woman meaning the rights to my body will be taken away. I’m a born and raised American with Haitian Immigrant parents that has had to deal with the harmful and completely untrue things spewed about our people. And I’m black having to live in a country that hates me for the color of my skin.

I’m discouraged. I’m exhausted. I’m lost.

(ETA: and how could i forget im literally bi. Im made up of all the things this country hates. But i wont be erased. Fuck Trump)