Smut Quotes

“I’m gonna fuck you now. It’s gonna be fast and hard because I’ve waited too long for this, but we’ll go again right after, and then I’ll take it slow.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Beautifully Cruel

“A Lord does not show mercy. Blood and tears are what we demand from those who betray us.”
― Shantel Tessier, The Ritual

“I’m sorry it hurts, Nadine,” he whispered, gently stroking her face. “But this is all I have to give you, and I love seeing you try to take it.”
― Nenia Campbell, Raise the Blood

“And, uh, Chores to do around the house," he adds, casting me a stern look, "she's been bad about not taking care of.”
― Penelope Douglas

“Good girl. Touch me. Find what you want.”
― Leann Ryans, Monster's Find

“His lips met mine and I burn.”
― Elise Kova, A Deal with the Elf King

“You'll be staying in your old room.'

As if she had any sort of claim on this place. On anywhere at all.

He went on, 'My room's a level above that.'

'Why would I need to know that?' The words snapped out of her.

He began walking toward the glass doors that led into the mountain's interior. 'In case you have a bad dream and need someone to read you a story,' he drawled, a half smile dancing on his face. 'Maybe one of those smutty books you like so much.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“We'll do the warm-up, and then we're moving into some core work.'

She gaped. Her... core?

'Abdominals,' he clarified, and pink washed across his face. He cleared his throat. 'Filthy mind.' He flicked her cheek. 'Too much smut.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“I want her writhing below me, snot staining her upper lip, tears mingling with sweat. I want to lick up all the juices she gives me. Cum. Tears. Snot. Blood.”
― Holly Guy, We Shouldn't

“As he was moaning heavily in my ear, he looked at me and asked: "what are we doing?"
I didn't bother myself to understand his question, I countinued grapping him harder and deeper..
So he repeated it, "Tell me, what are we doing?"
I answered with a moquing yet assertive tone "HHm, we re FUCKING OFC"
He stopped, I swear I could hear his heart dropped to his balls
Come again? Fucking you said??
Yes arent we?
No, we are making love
I laughed as hard as I can
Making Love you said? Oh love, we would be making love if we were couple
we are just one night stand, it just happens that, that one night is on loop
"When did you become so cruel?" as he was leaving my body..
Cruel? oh I've learnt from the best don't you agree?
You are the one who said u're not ready for a relationship and you gave me all the bs about how you're not the one, and you're gonna deny me the opp to be with a better man bla bla bla
So please spare me the emotions and dnt give me those puppy eyes
I said those words as if I was possesed with all the hate and anger I have for him for the past 6 years
I stopped for a moment and said
I guess we r no longer fucking right?
A tear came down to his cheek
and I could feel it burning the ashes in my heart
I dressed up and as I was leaving the motel, he grabbed me from behind
hands over my breast
breathing behind my neck
Fucking you said..huh? I promise you that I'm finished you won't be able to walk".. he groans into my ear
And i could feel him hard as stone again..
"“I believe that is what they call an erection." teasing him I said
つづく”
― Miss Botti

“I’d been claimed by a monster. A beast I’d yet to see, covered in fur, but as intelligent as any person. Bonded, with no way to escape.”
― Leann Ryans, Monster's Find

“Shouldn’t supernatural powers give you supernatural deep-throating abilities for supernatural d--ks? A tragedy.”
― Maria J. Hart, Born Anew in Blood

“Well this sucks hairy goat balls”
― Rosa Lee

“The House had a taste for romance novels. Nesta stayed up later than she should have to finish the one it had left the day before, and when she returned to her room that evening, another was waiting.

'Don't tell me you somehow read these?' She leafed through the volume on her nightstand.

In answer, two more books thumped on the surface. Each one utterly filthy.

Nesta let out a small chuckle. 'It must get awfully dull up here.'

A third book plopped atop the others.

Nesta laughed again, a rusty, hoarse sound. She couldn't remember the last time she'd laughed. A true, belly-deep laugh.

Maybe before her mother had died. She'd certainly had nothing to laugh about once they'd fallen into poverty.

Nesta nodded toward the desk. 'No dinner tonight?'

Her bedroom door only swung open to reveal the dimly lit hallway.

'I've had enough of him for one day.' She'd barely been able to speak to Cassian for the rest of their lesson, unable to stop thinking of how he'd put up a wall without her so much as saying a word, anticipating that she would go after him, assuming that she was so awful she couldn't have a normal conversation. That she'd mock him about his mother and their pain.

'I'd rather stay here.'

The door opened wider.

Nesta sighed. Her stomach ached with hunger. 'You're as much a busybody as the rest of them,' she muttered, and aimed for the dining room.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Do you like to read?'

Emerie's mouth curled upward. 'I live alone, up in the mountains. I have nothing to do with my spare time except work in my garden and read whatever books I order through the mail service. And in the winter, I don't even have the distraction of my gardening. So, yes, I like to read. I cannot survive without reading.'

Nesta grunted her agreement.

'What manner of books?' Gwyn asked.

'Romantics,' Emerie said, adjusting her own hair, the thick black braid full of reds and browns in the sunlight. Nesta started. Emerie's eyes lit. 'You too? Which ones?'

Nesta rattled off her top five, and Emerie grinned, so broadly it was like seeing another person. 'Have you read Sellyn Drake's novels?'

Nesta shook her head. Emerie gasped, so dramatically that Cassian muttered something about sparing him from smut-obsessed females before heading further into the ring. 'You must read her books. You must. I'll bring the first one tomorrow. You'll stay up all night reading it, I swear.'

'Smut?' Gwyn asked, catching Cassian's muttered words. There was enough hesitation in her voice to make Nesta draw up straight.

Nesta glanced at Emerie, realising the female didn't know about Gwyn- her history, or why the priestesses lived in the library. But Emerie asked. 'What do you read?'

'Adventure, sometimes mysteries. But mostly I read whatever Merrill, the priestess I work with, has written that day. Not as exciting as romance, not by a long shot.

Emerie said casually. 'I can bring one of Drake's brooks for you, too- one of her milder ones. An introduction to the wonders of romance.' Emerie winked at Nesta.

Nesta waited for Gwyn to refuse, but the priestess smiled. 'I'd like that.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“As we stood there, the world around us faded into insignificance, as if it were melting away. It was just the two of us, locked in an embrace, with the distant barks of sea lions below serving as our only witnesses. The taste of him on my tongue was like a potent elixir, intoxicating me and anchoring me to the present moment. His breath, warm and gentle, caressed my skin, and I could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat reverberating against my chest.”
― Kayla Cunningham, Fated to Love You

“I’m not giving you a choice, little human. I told you I want to keep you, and I will be doing that anyway I like,” the Devil growls, capturing my elbow, forcing me to a stop.

There’s a finality in his voice, a tone that brokers no argument, and I can’t help the tears welling in my eyes. “I don’t want to lose my soul,” I whisper, knowing I’m powerless to stop him in the grand scheme of things. I can bitch and moan, argue all I want, but ultimately, he’s the one with the power here, the control. (p. 56)

If you ever thought of leaving me, of trying to get away, I would break every bone in your body to keep you. I would trap you here with me any way I could, and I would enjoy how I would punish you for trying to leave until you’re begging me to stay all over again.” (pp. 79-80)”
― Autumn Thorne

“As he was moaning heavily in my ear, he looked at me and asked: "what are we doing?"
I didn't bother myself to understand his question, I countinued grapping him harder and deeper..
So he repeated it, "Tell me, what are we doing?"
I answered with a moquing yet assertive tone:
"HHm, we re FUCKING OFC"
He stopped, I swear I could hear his heart dropped to his balls
"Come again? Fucking you said?? "
"Yes arent we?"
"No, we are making love"
I laughed as hard as I can
"Making Love you said? Oh love, we would be making love if we were couple
we are just one night stand, it just happens that, that one night is on loop"
"When did you become so cruel?" as he was leaving my body..
"Cruel? oh I've learnt from the best don't you agree?,
"You are the one who said u're not ready for a relationship and you gave me all the bs about how you're not the one, and you're gonna deny me the opp to be with a better man bla bla bla
So please spare me the emotions and dnt give me those puppy eyes"
I said those words as if I was possesed with all the hate and anger I have for him for the past 6 years
I stopped for a moment and said
"I guess we r no longer fucking right?"
A tear came down to his cheek
and I could feel it burning the ashes in my heart
I dressed up and as I was leaving the motel, he grabbed me from behind
hands over my breast
breathing behind my neck
"Fucking you said..huh? I promise you that when I'm finished you won't be able to walk".. he groans into my ear
And i could feel him hard as stone again..
"I believe that is what they call an erection." teasing him I said
つづく”
― Miss botti

“Look at you,” he hums in appreciation. “Goddamnit, baby. You take it like a fucking pornstar. Both of your holes getting fucked at the same time. Christ, I wish you could see yourself. You look otherworldly.”
― Dolores Lane

“So, take that insufferable ego and shove it somewhere, anywhere, I don’t care! Now let me fix this!' -Ivy”
― S.M. Sage, The Letters of Lily and Moons

“Power beyond words lurked in the beast’s gaze, a magnetic force that ensnared my vision. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the creature. Its serpentine tongue crept out, moist and glistening. Circling and circling and circling. I rolled my hips in tune, and an ungloved thumb caressed the sensitive nub. My mouth stretched into a silent scream, covered by a writhing tentacle.”
― Anita Zara, The Maid's Secret

“My curiosity aroused, I flipped to another page. 蛸と海女: Tako to Ama, trans. ‘The Dream of the Fisherman’s Wife.’ Head thrown back, eyes closed, a nude woman lay sprawled ashore. Her brows creased in anguish and ecstasy. As she was pleasured by a large octopus.

No, octopi. I trailed a finger along the suctioned underside of the creature’s appendage to her breast where a smaller octopus latched onto. The painting might’ve been unmoving, but it held an animated quality. The woman writhing on the shore; the fluid movements of the sea creatures as the trio derived mutual pleasure from their strange encounter. Their visceral desire seeped through the page, and I was but a voyeur.”
― Anita Zara, The Maid's Secret

“I needed everything this monster could give me.”
― Leann Ryans, Monster's Find

“I’d never imagined anything could feel the way he did inside of me, and a part of me insisted it was because he was a monster.”
― Leann Ryans, Monster's Find

“Yeah, so I have a kink about wanting to grind against an alien.”
― Kyra Keys, Halloween Mating

“His lips met mine and I burn.”
― Laura Thalassa, Famine

“Mina ben faller isär och han fyller utrymmet emellan mina lår. Vi pressar våra kroppar hårt emot varandra tills det pulserar i mig, djupt och längtande.”
― Pia Printz, Holiday Romance

“Never show weakness. A Lord does not feel. He's a machine.”
― Shantel Tessier, The Ritual

“I uphold my duty. For I am a Lord. I know no boundaries when it comes to my servitude. I will obey, serve, and dominate (...) For my brother, I am a friend. I shall lay my life down for thee or take it (...) For we are what others wish to be (...) We will be held accountable for our actions (...) For they represent who we truly are.”
― Shantel Tessier, The Ritual

“A Lord must be willing to go above and beyond for his title. He must show strength and have what it takes.”
― Shantel Tessier, The Ritual