#this is what I look like reading smut

[sugurusdiscordmoderator]

This was the funniest least intentionally funny moment in the whole show

[benevolenterrancy]

Scholarly peak is catching up on recent literature

[rottiens]

i believe the first time you let (virgin) kakashi play with your pussy, it comes accompanied in an unusual way of talking on his part. it's almost like he takes notes to himself, almost like he doesn't talk to you. the tired gaze is set between your sticky thighs, watching carefully how your folds stretch as he puts his finger in and pulls it out, you exhale. 

"oh, here?" he slowly bends it and pushes, you cry out. "too much?" 

he doesn't even look at you as you gaze at him in raw adoration. you don't even know what expression he has because he refused to take off his mask. 

"you're squeezing so tight." his eyebrows draw together for a second before returning to his usual expression. with the thumb of his free hand he squeezes and strokes the bundle of nerves. "so wet." kakashi pushes deep, faster this time and your legs tremble, you call out to him and he ignores you with a hoarse throaty purr. "here. i like that sound." 

wet clicks fill the office. kakashi fucks your pussy with one finger and then adds another with perspicacity, careful of every step he makes next. 

"I think it's gonna cum for me." your looks become one, unbreakable as he massages you like someone with experience and makes you wet his knuckles, juices dripping down his fingers and wetting his gloves. you scream his name clinging to that intangible, rushing to hold on to his thick white strands pulling him further into you. 

kakashi do it, he's guided by your fingers leading him further in; to take a glimpse of how you open up for him, how you tremble, how you squeeze. "does it always get so swollen?" he asks, and you know once again he's not talking to you. he leans in and the tip of his nose brushes the lovely sore nub back and forth almost as if he's teasing, then he takes a deep, shameless inhale, and you forget to breathe. "cute. you can cum now, I have to try again to see your reaction one more time."

[celestialseawitch-ff]

Deleted Smut Scene from Forever After: Chapter Six

-Harry laughed scornfully. He stood and walked away. “Oh, please. If I’d told you, you never would have spoken to me again.”

Hermione jumped to her feet. “That’s not true!” she shot back, irritation making her raise her voice. “You don’t know me.”

“And you don’t know me,” Harry returned as he paced back towards her. He stopped in front of her. “And yet, we’re meant to be together.”

There was a flicker of disbelief across her face. 

Harry gestured to her. “There it is. You don’t even believe me now.”

“I don’t believe in fate,” she argued.

He took her hands. “This isn’t fate, Hermione. It’s magic.”

She stared up at him, lost and wondrous at the obvious belief in his eyes. “I don’t even know what that means.”

A part of her did though. A part of her wanted to bury herself in his embrace, soak herself in his scent of wind and sage and never come up. She wanted to drown in the feeling of his magic wrapped around her. It was terrifying. The thought of him was allconsuming. 

Harry leaned closer and her breath caught. “It means you can trust me. It means I’m not giving up. That I’m not ever going to walk away. It means I am possibly everything you have ever wanted,” he raised a hand and cupped her cheek, “and I know you’re everything I want.”

Hermione slowly shook her head. “You’re crazy,” she whispered and she wasn’t sure if she was speaking to him or to herself for believing it.

Harry leaned down and brushed his lips against her. Hermione’s eyes fell shut. He pulled back a fraction, but whatever he was going to say next was lost when Hermione grabbed the front of his shirt and dragged him back towards her. She moaned into the kiss, pressing her body as close to his as she could get.

She began undoing his tie as Harry’s hands tangled in her curls.

He pulled back. “I had a comeback,” he breathed against her lips.

She shook her head, her fingers already undoing his belt. “Don’t care.”

“We don’t have time- Fuck!”

He pressed his face into her neck while Hermione leisurely stroked his cock. 

“I was thinking about sucking you off before you got here and derailed us with words.”

“God, you’re a fucking succubus.”

Hermione laughed quietly. “You said we’re soulmates,” she whispered before nibbling on the bottom of his earlobe. 

Harry released a strangled moan.

“I want to feel it.”

He groaned, sounding more annoyed than he should when a beautiful woman was basically begging him to fuck her.

“Bend over,” he ordered. His hands grasped her hips and spun her around. 

Hermione shucked her knickers down her legs before obediently following orders. She leaned over the side of the couch, knees spread and back arched.

Harry flipped her skirt over and pressed his cock against her opening. Hermione leaned back into him, a whine escaping her lips. 

“God, you’re so fucking wet.”

“Blame the hormones,” she groaned and then felt a wash of embarrassment flash across her. That probably wasn’t the ideal thing to say when she was hoping to get fucked.

Harry groaned and the hand on her hip slipped down to spread across her stomach. He pressed into her without warning and Hermione immediately revised her thoughts. It was the perfect thing to say to your soulmate. 

Harry buried his face in her neck, licking and sucking the skin there while he rocked into her. Hermione closed her eyes and tried to control her breathing. God, she’d been dreaming about having his cock back in her since they first fucked. The stretch felt like heaven and the way it just went on for days until he was fully inside of her.

Hermione moaned deliriously. Her nails dug into the fabric of the sofa and her thighs quivered.

“You feel so good, baby,” Harry whispered to her. “So fucking good.” 

He slowly pulled out before rocking back into her. Hermione keened.

“I want to take you slowly. Take my time with you. Fuck, baby, I’m gonna take you apart.”

“Please,” Hermione whined. 

He lightly bit the side of her neck. “Next time, though.”

She nodded. Anything. She’d agree to move to Antarctica at this point.

Harry pulled back and then sharply thrust his hips forward. Hermione cried out. He set a hard and fast pace. Hermione held onto the couch with all her strength. His fingers pressed down on her clit and she came so fast her head spun.

Harry didn’t let up. Her continued to fuck her fast and hard until he came with a stuttered gasp. His magic wrapped around her in the aftermath, caressing her body and soothing against her skin. Hermione dropped her forehead to the armrest of the couch with a soft groan.

He shifted and Hermione allowed herself to be moved like a doll, completely wrapped up in the sensation of Harry’s magic surrounding her – inside of her. She barely noticed when he pulled out. Her mind had drifted and her entire body felt boneless. Her lashes fluttered up at Harry, vaguely registering the fact that they were lying on the couch together with her sprawled across his chest. 

Hermione nosed her way closer and sighed. Harry’s fingers lazily dragged up and down her side.

“If we don’t go to my father’s study soon, someone is going to come get us.”

She hummed.

“It’ll be embarrassing.”

She didn’t care.

“Your grandfather is probably here already.”

Hermione looked up at him with a scowl that probably didn’t look at all intimidating if Harry’s dopey smile was anything to go by. “You ruined it.”

He nudged her. “Up. Come on. We can cuddle later.”

[nullwork]

how i imagine it was

[planet-dusk]

what's with all the chat gpt fics on this app 😭

[universalsatan]

okay like. i haven’t read a lot. crippling undiagnosed adhd and probably memory issues have kept me from consuming books since like elementary school. i probably finished one assigned novel in high school and i finally finished a whole novel for fun last year. i’m churning through moby dick slowly atm, but as a decent editor and writer and hence someone associated with the writing community and seeing those booktok recs or whatever…

girl tell me why the first book i open. starts with a fucking. spotify playlist. like, i was Aware that these books were wattpad-level. but i didnt think it was THAT wattpad holy shit

[m1ckeyb3rry]

me when yet another post hating on a popular genre of fanfiction is circulating the dash:

[moonlit-tia]

I'm genuinely surprised by how little dawnbreaker content there is

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[crimsonmonsoon]

My new years celebratory art with Qi Ring and Guzi going on a dumb little adventure together <3

[bigothteddies]

I think that part of what like. kills me about the whole media literacy and critical thinking aspect of enjoying media these days is that people refuse to like. contextualize that

A. Bad media can still hold significant meaning to people

B. Media made for a demographic you aren’t apart of is not inherently bad media

C. Media made for and consumed by the opposite demographic is not inherently shallow or flawed nor is it above criticism for its media tropes either.

[beheadable]

There’s something amazingly fascinating and frustrating about the amount of folk that seem to just assume all x reader readers are female. Drives me up the wall

[asleep-and-afraid]

fanfic writers crafting gorgeously descriptive and vivid scenes describing a character’s actions just for my unable-to-visualize ass skimming over them and going straight to the dialogue 😭

[another-supernova-girl]

After the underwhelmingly tepid response to my newest piece of writing, with really just one exception so far (all my love and appreciation to you - you know who you are), I'm going to try to write more for myself again, like I was when I started my main Cooper multi-chapter, and my Wyatt multi-chapter. I am going to write the requests I have still, but I doubt I'll be taking any more, at least not in the same "send me asks" way. I really thought putting out some Cooper writing with smut would spark more interest, but somehow it's doing even worse than I could have imagined (with, again, the one exception so far).

So...I'm going to try to focus more on writing what makes *me* happy, instead of trying to please people who only want the same bundle-of-tropes/kinks situation over and over, and if people don't enjoy it as much...those people probably weren't engaging anyway ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[decadentdeviation]

They should make ya books but with adults.

Like, a fun little ensemble story where they have some adventure or whatever. Maybe a bit of pining romance, but not explicit or graphic sexually.

The problem I have with adult books, is they are either written beautifully, but the characters are unbearable. Or they're super dry, and the plot is sloooooow. Or they try too hard to be edgy, so there is no shameless romance without cheating, no sex without smut, no tragedy without gore. It's all like ~we are adults here, so let's admit we don't believe in true love ~

I want to escape to fantasy, man. I just can't get past ya protagonists being 12-17. I understand that's the target demographic. I just would like...more wholesome adult books. I don't always want to be depressed. Give me something magical and hopeful and innocent.