hi, welcome! i’m a returning writer so my blog is scarce. i write filthy, raunchy smut for kpop women (& fem!reader) only. i do write for ships and g!p as well. ( M.LIST )
␥ g!p natty x fem!reader
␥ 963 words
🚨 SMUT, praise, unprotected, hair pulling, potential exhibitionism/public, college!au, creampie, squirting
␥ you, the quiet student who minds her own business, gets persuaded to follow one of your problematic peers to the school rooftop.
One thing about being the ‘quiet one’ is that you’re a fly on the wall to people’s conversations. Being the one who barely says a word allows you a peek into everyone else’s business.
Which is how you’re aware of the chaos and drama that happens between a group of two-faced nepo babies or two supposed ‘best friends’ where one is trying to take the other’s boyfriend away.
The drama proves that no one can be trusted, and that it’s best to mind your own business, learn the material, and graduate. But who knew that minding your own business could still lead you to trouble.
Natty, one of the many problematic peers you try to avoid, had approached you at the beginning of the week. As friendly as she was, you internally questioned why she would talk to you now when she has been in at least one class with you every semester. Nonetheless, you were certain that she just wanted to copy your work, and you couldn’t care enough to fight her off on it.
Except she didn’t want to copy off of you.
In fact, she didn’t want anything school-related from you.
A shallow thrust of her cock from behind pries your dripping cunt open and forces your chest up against the hard wall that you’re pinned against. You don’t know how you let her convince you to come up to the rooftop where any student could hear and see you but here you are, wrapped around Natty’s finger with your soiled panties tucked away in her pocket.
You whimper when she tugs at your hair, forcing your head back. Her laughter sends a chill down your spine as you’ve fallen prey to an attractive girl’s advances, but getting tangled up in bad business might—for once—be something you won’t regret.
Clearly, because you’re no longer trying to escape.
“What a beauty.” Her breathy remarks fan over your neck, goosebumps pricking your sensitive skin. “I’ve always wanted to feel what it’s like being inside you.”
Her grip on your roots tighten, igniting a sense of pain and pleasure that threatens to buckle your knees and fall at her mercy.
You’ve never thought of such a thing about anyone. You will acknowledge hot and beautiful women but never intended to jump on anyone for a piece of them. You’ve certainly never thought that anyone saw you in the same light. You may not be as observant as you thought you were.
But Natty gives off the vibe of someone who doesn’t stick around and makes moves on multiple women. You fully expect to be one of her many conquests, therefore not caring that this may be your only experience with her. You’re simply here in the moment, reveling in the way her cock makes you feel like there’s not enough room to spare.
In the midst of the heat, she slides out, filling you with momentary despair as she spins you around to face her. With your back to the wall, she raises your leg over her shoulder. Your flexibility somehow exists and is tested but with lust still burning in the pit of your belly, you don’t feel any discomfort. Your ample wetness grants her cock easy access and you heave a relieved sigh as she resumes fucking you.
“What a pretty girl,” she boasts with a smirk as her pace tests your balance. “So pretty dripping for me like this.”
The mess between your thighs can’t be denied. After coming once on her fingers, you can feel another impending wave in the distance. Natty has acquired enough experience—be it through various women or a lot of alone time—to know how to touch you and make you come. You can sense the rise of her ego as your noises become louder and more frequent. With your cunt threatening to resist her, she’s fucking you harder, knocking your back against the hard wall with each thrust of her hips.
“Na-Natty,” you whine, one hand clawing on the back of your thigh and the other digging into the wall behind you for balance.
Your legs begin trembling. The earth is taunting you below, ready to cushion a hard descent from the ecstasy that’s rushing through your limbs. Your eyes roll back as her thumb sneaks between both of your hips and flicks over your engorged clit. Just as you’re about to let out a shamelessly loud moan, the door to the rooftop slams open on the other side.
You immediately slap a hand over your mouth, but Natty doesn’t stop. She only grins and drills you harder. Whatever thought that crossed your mind is fucked out of you, and you suffer in the presence of your oblivious peers as you gush around her cock. You’re ready to slide down the wall but she keeps you propped up and uses you to her desire.
Each thrust forces spurts of your cum out, leaving your thighs and the cold hard ground in a messy puddle of your release. Your eyelids flutter open and you spectate Natty’s orgasm. Her hips stutter after she bottoms out inside you, stuffing you with a shallow thrust. Warmth floods your insides and your eyes roll back as she forces you to take it all in.
“God,” she grunts against your chest.
You hope that your peers don’t hear from the other side of the rooftop. That they don’t catch on to the ‘quiet one’ getting her brains fucked out by one of the sociable, troublemaking ones.
If word were to spread, you would have no choice but to transfer schools. But if that bridge needs to be crossed, you’ll do so when you get there.
For now, you simply accept the white hot release that’s flooding and dripping out of you.
so i work full-time and when i’m not working, i’m either sleeping (cus capitalism kills me) or investing in one hobby at a time. i have a couple of hobbies that i cycle through. a few years ago, i was into reading (i never escaped the reading slump unfortunately..). then i went into gaming, and then writing. i haven’t written anything in a while and recently, i just got back into baking. and i’ve been baking a lot.
i’ve currently phased out of writing but i do go back to my other hobbies when i’m bored/burnt out from what i’m doing! i’ve come back to gaming and writing many times so this isn’t a goodbye, but a see you later.
Do you write for masculine presenting reader? Like me for an instance, I'm a butch lesbian. And I was curious to know on how do you feel about writing for masc presenting people.
tbh i don’t really give the reader specific physical traits. i don’t go into detail about how she looks or dresses (unless describing her wardrobe is necessary to set up a scene). i’ve never written for masc presenting people before, so i wouldn’t know how to go about it. my apologies. 🥹
␥ karina x fem!reader
␥ 916 words
🚨 choking, overstimulation, dacryphilia (?), praise
␥ you swore to never work for a rideshare app again but getting laid off leaves you no choice. you end up becoming someone’s getaway driver, not realizing you’re in for way more than you bargained for.
␥ A/N inspired by this ask (and reblogs) from ages ago. also could be read as (sort of?) optional bias since i realized i never used her name here. 🧍🏻♀️ and it took me this long to write for my bias? 🤪
You never wanted to go back to Uber but after being laid off and having bills due soon, you had no choice.
You earned the most when you drove around the airport, downtown, and during late-night hours, which were windows to some of the craziest things you’ve previously experienced as a driver. You’ve gotten caught up in a drug deal and bank heist before, which was why you swore to never be an app driver again.
Every ride, you hoped that your passengers were normal law-abiding citizens who just needed a ride to the local market or something. Fortunately, they had been.
Until you made the mistake of driving off with a passenger who wasn’t the one that ordered a ride from you.
She had run up to your car—impressively in heels—and slammed the door shut as if she was being chased, shouting for you to drive off before you even get a chance to confirm you’re picking up the right person. Meeting her sharp eyes in your rear view mirror startled you into stepping on the gas because in the pit of your guts, you were uncertain if you were in harm’s way again and ignoring her might actually put your life on the line.
The ride had been silent, your actual passenger that you’d driven past being one of the only two thoughts crossing your mind after you had hovered a shaky hand over your phone, that’s mounted to the air vent, to cancel her request. You didn’t know where you were driving, and you couldn’t accept any other ride that were popping up on your app. There were more red areas on the map, indicating major activity and hefty tips that you could’ve gotten your hands on had you refused to let the mysterious raven-haired beauty in your car.
She stared out the window for what felt like hours. She didn’t utter a word and you were too afraid to ask questions. You aimlessly drove around, hoping she would finally say something and end this torture.
When she abruptly met eyes with you in the mirror again, you startled.
You tried to break the ice and asked for her destination, but what followed was more silence, a sudden request to park in the parking lot of an abandoned warehouse, and two-word commands for you to step out and join her in the backseat where she ended up breaking you.
You’re seated on her lap with your back pressed against her chest and her hand wrapped around your throat. Taunting words brush over your ear, inducing a chill that ripples down your spine as three of her fingers are inside you. Your body horribly betrays you as your car echoes with the filthy squelches of your dripping pussy and your cries as she violates you.
Nonetheless, you part your legs wider and buck against her hand, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from your morals dissipating and your desire to be broken burning. With your leggings torn at your crotch and bearing the stains of your pleasure, you’re reduced to nothing but a moaning mess for a gorgeous stranger who may or may not be dangerous.
She squeezes tighter, her well-manicured nails threatening to pierce the soft skin of your throat, a low praise of ‘good girl’ uttered at the shell of your ear threatening the sliver of sanity you have left. You catch your breath when she releases her grip, which moves down your clavicle to tear at the collar of your tee. She yanks at your bra, unveiling your breast for the palm of her hand, and kneads in tandem with the pace of her fingers.
Your head lolls back over her shoulder, hoarse moans polluting your once-silent vehicle as she fucks you harder. Tension grips at your limbs, your toes curling as her curled digits reach that spot. The spot where you need her most.
“Come on, baby,” she purrs with a sly smirk. “Give it to me.”
You oblige on cue. Your eyes roll back as you soil her hand in the midst of ecstasy, your wetness dirtying her dress, her lap, and the back of the seat. She didn’t spare you mercy before, and she’s definitely not sparing you now.
She toys with you until you think you’ve given her your all. As soon as you fall limp, she slips back inside you and you swiftly ascend to your brink once more, the sensitivity blurring your vision with white dots as you gush all over her.
She refuses to let you recuperate. Just when you think it’s over, she makes her unwelcome return, her expert fingers repeatedly bringing you to ecstasy like a broken film. She gets off on your tears and pleas because they’re a stark contrast to you squirting all over her and dirtying your car in the process. When she’s had her fill, she shifts you off her lap like a discarded toy and finally steps out without a word, leaving you alone in the abandoned parking lot.
With the silence and post coital clarity setting in, you sit up straight and stare at the mess you made. You don’t need a mirror to know that you do not look presentable to customers at all.
Fortunately, it’s still early in the morning. You can rush home, clean yourself and your car up, and still have a whole day to earn money.
You just hope that you don’t have another potentially dangerous or salacious run-in again.
i hit my first milestone last month but fell off of writing for a bit due to work and other undisclosed reasons. i’m still very much an inconsistent writer and a Chronically Tired Adult™ so please excuse my periodic disappearances. 🤙🏼🤪 i can’t promise i’ll fulfill all prompts so keep your expectations low. 🤏🏼
────── 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒.
⊹ while i have a list of who i write for, i’m open to most female idols/soloists from second to fourth gen (legal ofc).
⊹ no yandere, gore, scat, foodplay, knifeplay, genderbender, or male reader.
⊹ send in an idol (and their group if they’re in one) and a prompt. you can add some additional details if you’d like.
⊹ idol x idol can be accepted too.
────── 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
⊹ you can send in a song.
⊹ you can send in a specific song lyric.
⊹ you can send an nsfw link.
⊹ you can send in an au.
⊹ or whatever your filthy little brain desires.
⊹ if you’re stumped, you can choose a dialogue prompt below.
────── 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄.
⊹ “i want to hear you beg.”
⊹ “you look better with my hands around your neck.”
⊹ “swallow it. all of it.”
⊹ “let’s make this quick.”
⊹ “don’t be gentle with me. i like it when you’re rough.”
⊹ “do you really think you’re in a position to give orders?”
⊹ “right here? what if someone sees us?”
⊹ “keep your hands to yourself or i’m tying them up.”
⊹ “you need to be put in your place.”
⊹ “you’re a greedy one.”
⊹ “do you think you deserve this?”
of course, you are not limited to just these prompts and suggestions. your own ideas are always welcome, but a reminder that these will be drabbles/short pieces (500-1.5k words). thank you for following and being a reader ♡
➛ g!p maid julie x fem!reader
➛ 847 words
!!! adultery, creampie, squirting, multiple orgasms
➛ you have confronted your husband about checking out the maid, and now you confront the maid.
➛ A/N happy belated new year? lol i’ve been rediscovering some hobbies lately, hence writing has been on the back burner again. but i’ve updated the list of women i write for. if you have seen julie doing that part in ‘nobody knows’, then you’ll understand how i was possessed to write this. those clips have graced my tiktok fyp and ig explore page multiple times. i just had to. 😮💨
You couldn’t have been more wrong.
You’ve heard of the stories where a family will hire a young maid or nanny to care for the kids and the house while the parents work. Nannies aren’t needed because you don’t have kids, but you still have pets and a massive house that needs to be cared for. Hence the hiring of a maid who urgently needs some quick cash while she searches for bigger jobs.
Julie Han is a young woman straight out of college.
Straight out of a magazine too.
With the looks of a doll and the charm of a girl next door, Julie can easily have anyone wrapped around her finger.
Your cat, who’s wary of strangers, immediately took a liking to her. Your friends who have come over and met her have asked for her to watch their kids or animals as well. As envious as you are of the attention she gets, you can’t help but be one of the victims of her spell too.
You just can’t be heinous to someone who’s nice and goes the extra mile for your pets.
The stares from your husband that lingers a little too long on her don’t go unnoticed though. It’s hard to decipher Julie’s body language when she catches his gaze but you confront them separately because things will only escalate if you dismiss everything that is deemed small and insignificant. Some people masquerade their intentions well behind a blank or stone cold face, so you can never be too safe.
Your husband denies staring but Julie is more truthful.
Except you had it all wrong.
Julie’s hand is tightly clamped over your mouth, muffling your moans and cries as her cock hits in all the right places. The confrontation has led to you being shoved onto the bed and your flimsy loungewear being torn off by the woman who actually had eyes on you. You can’t risk your husband hearing the maid fucking his wife’s brains out as he’s showering right above her bedroom, but she knows how to wield what she has—a feat that he has yet to achieve.
The guilt lingers in your chest but your cunt drips for her. The sheets are soaked in your essence, courtesy of her skillful mouth and fingers that wouldn’t stop bringing you to orgasm. The more you try to persuade her to stop, the harder she goes on you.
Because you both know that you don’t want her to stop.
The water cuts off, leaving the residence to be engulfed in silence. The smacks of hips clashing with every fervent thrust is like a pin dropping, causing the tightness in your chest and the pit of your stomach to swell. Your clammy hands clutch at the crumpled sheets beneath you, your walls closing in on her as she fucks you harder. You don’t have the conscience to stop her because god, you want this.
You need this.
She grins, her long hair curtained over your face as she hovers closer to you.
“You think I want your lame husband?,” she snickers.
Your eyes squeeze shut as your back arches.
“You clearly don’t want him either.”
There is no cue given, but her demeaning words bring you to ecstasy. Your eyes roll back when her thumb on your pulsing clit works you into overdrive. Your body spasms beneath her, tremors coursing through your limbs as you gush around her cock, further soiling the sheets. You can vaguely hear your husband calling for you in the kitchen but all you can focus on is Julie’s cock drilling you, and the filthy squelches of your cunt accepting the abuse.
Your heart rate picks up as his voice gets progressively louder but she is clearly unbothered. She has other priorities to fill.
Like you.
She buries her face in your neck. With a whine and a tremble, you shudder as warmth fills you. A shallow thrust pushes her release deeper, reaching depths that can taint and break you—just as she intends to.
You sink back into the mattress with a quiet sigh when she pulls out. Your head feels at the mess that you’ve both caused—figuratively and literally.
The man that you have sworn your heart and life to is on the other side of the door, never expecting his wife to cheat on him with their maid. You have committed the very act that you swore you would raise hell about, and a part of you feels shameful about the hypocrisy.
On the other hand, Julie is proud of her work. She grins as her cum seeps out of you: a testament to prove that the man is not always wanted.
“You don’t need him,” she taunts as she slides back into you, harder than ever.
Your eyes widen as she raises your legs and folds them over your chest, testing your flexibility.
“This pretty pussy is mine.”
Your mouth falls open after she bottoms out.
“And she clearly agrees.”
Weak. Shameful. Needy.
You can’t argue with her. You can only accept that you’re terribly wrong.
ik it’s been a while but i’m still so sad u didn’t complete the october fics thing, would’ve loved to see the g!p jennie gloryhole😞 but i hope ur doing well❤️
it has been a while, hasn’t it? 🥸 i’ve looked back over all the unfinished prompts i’ve ever drafted. maybe one day, i’ll be motivated to work on some of them. 😌
