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Writing Resources: Smut
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#say it louder for the people on the back#smh and y’all wonder why disney and pixar and marvel and etc. keep flopping#society demands to be fed at the cost of creativity#don’t get me wrong i love disney and pixar and marvel but they haven’t had a bop in year#*years#and you can blame covid and growing up and political turmoil all you want#but at the end of the day it’s solely because profit >>> meaning and it shows#I have a LOT of feelings on this.#esp since my job has me work with youth and these “target audiences’’ and seeing their lack of critical thinking#they don’t consume art to enjoy it. they consume the latest fad because it’s the latest fad
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Ron, can’t you say you want Toto to be with you forever without being weird about it shjdfkjdhgkjdfh
And look at how big his smile is:
my little gay son
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MESSY — ༉‧₊˚.
fr. zoro roronoa !
꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : zoro has always been a little messy, so what else do you expect when he gets to have his way with you?
꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader. mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, prone bone, creampies, mentions of spit & sweat, light choking, use of pet names (pretty baby, messy girl), mentions of overstimulation, honestly it’s just filth. — WC : 1k
꒰ NOTES ꒱ : needed to write this out because it haunts my mind. thank you for reading & enjoy !!!
reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᰔ*.ﾟ
zoro’s just so messy. it’s especially true when he drinks, the sake dribbling down his chin as he takes steady gulps of the liquid. always finishing by wiping it off with the back of his hand, and depending on how far gone he is — he’ll lick that right up too.
it’s hard not to let your mind wander when you see him like this. it’s a stark difference to the way he fights, concise with a strategy meant to take down his opponents swiftly. it’s even different than the way he can be with others. no, it’s something more pure, driven by instinct.
his tongue will dip out of his mouth, swiping his bottom lip to clean up any remaining sake before a barely noticeable smile blooms. but you see it — you always do. your ever observant eye on him has you knowing more about him that he would think.
they say curiosity killed the cat but you wonder if death could ever taste this sweet. maybe heaven was found with zoro between your thighs, sloppily running his tongue all over your clit, spitting and sucking on it like his life depended on it. acting like a man starved for the honeyed nectar only you can give him, making sure to consume every last drop, unbothered by how many times you’ve cum already.
or maybe heaven was found here — caged under his body as you lay on your stomach, his body pressed on top of yours as his overwhelming girth stretches you out more with each thrust he gives you.
it didn’t start in this position, not by a long shot. after a few rounds you had no choice but to fold into yourself. propping yourself up on all fours took a heavier toll the more orgasms you had. like a fawn learning to walk, your limbs gave out under you, falling flat onto the bed— but he didn’t stop, not that you wanted him too.
he stayed upright at first, both hands firmly set on your hips as he pulls you back onto him. even if you tried to squirm out of his hold, trying, begging to get a moment of reprieve, he can’t stop. your silken walls just felt too good wrapped around his cock. it hurtles you into another release, taking him down with you — literally.
so now, he has you in a little headlock to hold you in place, his bicep keeping a light pressure against your neck that made you see stars. you’ve lost all vocal control at this point, moans steadily flowing out of your mouth, mewling nonsense mixed with his name.
you can hear zoro speaking — feel the rumble of his voice against your back and shivering up your spine, but there’s no way you can process it right now. your eyes are rolled so far towards the back of your head you swear you can practically see the heaven you’re feeling right now.
his toned chest slides along your back, your bodies both slick with sweat from the intensity of his thrusts. every part of you feels split open by him, but you knew deep down he’d stitch you back together once he was through. he always did.
whatever he was saying before has died out into soft grunts, his lips practically kissing your ear as he presses further into you. everything felt too hot, too close, but your mind was too dizzy to care. his cock continuously pumping his own cum back into you as it kisses the spongy spot deep inside of you.
you claw and writhe against the sheets, your body trembling as your release sneaking up on you. again. you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum on his cock alone but judging by how disturbingly damp the sheets are, you’d say it was more than you could count on one hand.
and you just couldn’t stop shaking — your legs twitching under him, your fingers trying to find purchase in something, anything. it all felt too much, but you were right on the edge, ready to leap into the abyss knowing he’d always be there to catch you.
“gonna cum again f’me pretty baby?” he grunts out the question so close to you that you finally hear him.
he moves his arm from where it was lightly pressed against your neck as he starts to let up — his hand reassuringly grasping yours for a moment as you search for something to hold onto. he presses a surprisingly tender kiss between your shoulder blades, savoring the soft whimper you let out for him.
“please- ‘m so close!” you can barely choke the words out, each thrust he gives you has you gasping for air. you swear you can feel him all the way up in your lungs, whisking away every breath you take.
the other arm that he used to prop himself up slides down under your stomach to wrap around your waist, using it as leverage to go even deeper.
in this position, your swollen nub easily catches against the bunched up sheets that lay under you — and he knew it judging by the way he kept pushing you down against it. the game he was playing was unfair but you’d never tell him anything different, not when it felt so good.
“then cum.” he whispers, squeezing both of his hands on your supple skin as he continues driving himself into you.
with his blessing, you let go. the pleasure was mind numbing, your body locking up before releasing it in a sweet ecstasy that has you crying out his name. it didn’t take long for zoro to finish after that. frantically rutting into you, the sound of his thighs slapping against your ass fills the room as you squeeze around his cock, desperately attempting to milk every last drop out of him.
seeing you almost helplessly confined under him had him moving even faster, watching as your body bounces against the mattress from the force of his thrusts as you fight against overstimulation, eagerly awaiting for him to fill you up again. and he’d never want to disappoint his baby.
he pushes all the way inside of you, letting out a strangled groan of your name as he finishes deep within you, finally giving you what you want. you weren’t sure how many times he had come either, but you could already feel it oozing out of your overused cunt and onto the sheets.
“always so messy.” he slurs, an ounce of pride in his voice as he lays on top of you. like he’s one to talk. if you weren’t so fucked out, you’d let him have a piece of your mind. but instead, he’s gently turning you over and cradling you in his strong arms, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss against your sticky temple. he looks at you so softly the words die in your throat. he lets out a breathy chuckle, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “my messy girl.”
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専五夢 ⚠︎夢主
☆Art by: qzt6n on twitter!☆
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TY SIMPKINS
as Dalton Lambert in Insidious: The Red Door (2023)
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listen. listen.
our building has a huge problem with crickets. they’re everywhere. it’s an infestation. you cannot walk but five feet without seeing a carcass or hearing their sweet chirping in an otherwise silent and dark hallways. yes they are terrifying. yes they are also harmless. but they are everywhere.
usually people just stomp on them and go about their merry way. “ew icky cricket stop making cricket noise inside your legs are creepy yada yada yada” buffoonery. occasionally some dumbass child will play the “look how gross!” and see what mess they can make. most adults just ignore them.
now we have a pretty commanding admin team (we have to, with our particular breed of student). they’re thick-skinned, tough, won’t-ever-take-the-easy-way-out kind of people, especially our hs side. they’re the Authority. the kind that, you’d think, would stomp on the cricket because that’s 0.02 seconds and the easiest way to solve the chirping problem.
i just witnessed one of the highest of our admin team get down on his knees, gently trap a cricket between two pieces of paper towels, and then walk to the other side of the building in order to let the cricket go free in the lavender bushes.
ik it’s not a huge deal but like. end of quarter means everyone is stressed and flipping out over grades, summatives, communicating with failing students, etc, especially admin, who are now navigating college admissions AND all the animosity failing students parents bring every day. it would’ve been so easy to just. step on the cricket and move on. but he took the time to relocate the cricket somewhere safe.
#idk#it was really impactful watching it#but now it feels incoherent#i just. i’ve seen this man lay down the law. he can be really scary and intimidating and basically not the person you’d expect#to save the cricket.#he’s got a hundred things to do in not enough time (don’t we all) but still#he chose to value the cricket#can we save all the crickets?#no#but that one has a chance#anyways i need coffee and probably a brain transplant this doesn’t make any sense
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seven deadly sins
summary: the seven deadly sins are nothing but filthy
warning: smut, 18+ content, overstimulation, oral (f&m), breeding, impact play, dracryphilla, all characters written are 18+
word count: 1.5k
a/n: surprise!! I found this in my drafts and remember that I was super excited about it.
Gluttony
Yuuji Itadori is obsessed with your pretty little pussy. He can’t get enough of shoving his tongue into that tight hole of yours until you’re creaming all over it. He’s hungry for you constantly, craving your taste to the point he can’t focus on anything else until he satisfies his hunger.
He gets so hard when he’s eating you - between your moans, thighs crushing around his head, and the oh-so-delicious taste you give him he can’t stop his cock from bulging against his pants. It’s a dangerous game he plays with himself, the longer he devours your dripping cunt, the more likely he is to cum all over himself.
Yuuji gets so pussy drunk every time you take your pants off for him. He loses all other senses besides taste. Blinded by his hunger, unable to hear your pleas for him to slow down, he can’t feel the way your fingers tug at his roots so viciously. He falls into this state of drunken bliss the moment he gets a taste of you.
He’s gluttonous for you. So hungry all the time it’s almost painful when he goes too long without you. Yuuji needs his head between your thighs or he’ll turn into a whiny mess before you.
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yuuta is rly good at fingering u with his long pretty fingers don't @ me 🏃♀️🏃♀️🏃♀️🏃♀️🏃♀️🏃♀️🏃♀️
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. smut, fingering, praise kink, edging, afab!reader.
im going to scream and cry !!! yuuta is the type to draw out your pleasure — there’s nothing he loves more than seeing you feel good. it helps him get off faster when your back arches off of his sticky chest and your face is hot or teary eyed. when there’s salt on your skin and your thighs are quivering either side of his lap. his hard cock pressed against the curve of your ass.
yuuta doesn’t even need to get off, he’ll rut against you while you squirm and whimper against his thighs, your head thrown back against his shoulder because you can’t control your pathetic moans.
“do it for me baby, you can cum for me.” his fingers are skilled against your hot cunt, working you open like it’s nothing. he’s able to reach the deepest parts of you when you’re strapped against his lap my his strong arms — finger tips brushing up against your wet walls eagerly. “come on, i know you have it in you… you just can’t help but want to be good for me. you wanna let me see it.” he drawls, breath wet and hot as it cascades over the back of your neck.
he whines almost impatiently, dragging his thumb over your swollen clit in rough shapes. yuuta is mean with his fingers too, just when you think you’re about to hit release. your insides are gooey and pliant around his digits as they rapidly pump into you, hardly giving you a break from the heavy pleasure building up in your lower tummy, and then he stops.
if you whimper and cry about it, yuuta only giggles sweetly — his voice full of amusement as his slender fingers slowly pull out of you. “oh look at you, you’re so fucking wet. s’a wonder you haven’t cum yet, gorgeous.” you can practically feel his grin against the shell of your ear, your hole embarrassingly clenching around nothing. “my poor baby, don’t you want it so bad?”
one second you’re begging, pleading and clawing at yuuta’s hand to stop edging you, for something more — the next he’s bringing a hand down to slap your achingly desperate mound and chuckling breathily at the way your entire body jolts against him, your juices splashing about the place. “do you think you can take more of me? i think you can. it’s cute, how you’re always so eager for me.”
please, then he’s easing three fingers (instead of two) past your sopping entrance, moaning lightly and condescendingly along with you as you struggle to take him. “there we go, i knew you could do it, angel.” yuuta mumbles sweetly, contrasting with the way he so harshly finger fucks you — bearing down harshly on that gummy spot that knocks you over the edge of euphoria. “there it is, my baby’s special spot. that’s where you feel it most, right?”
you’re nodding along dumbly and before you know it, your release is streaming out of you and over his fingers like an erotic river, blood rushing through your ears and a scream of his name tearing in your throat.
but yuuta’s far from done, fucking his long fingers back into you and smearing your orgasm all over your puffy folds.
“i knew you could do it,” he says, his praised coated in a salacious tone that tells you that you’re in danger. “now let’s try that again, shall we? but this time, you’ll take more of me.”
꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
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do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.
#9:51pm and how utterly fucked i am for the end of the quarter#literally gonna be that one they always so DONT be because “surprise your kids failing#UGH
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Good morning I am thinking about holding hands during sex on this fine morning.
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before the fall
little headcanon that Astarion is a Sun Elf and his parents have a portrait of him framed but closeted away so they don't weep when they see it. big golden boy energy.
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"You're leaving?" He braces an arm against the door, muscles bunched tight as if ready for an attack. "You can't leave."
Your suitcase is already digging into your hand, the weight of your life too heavy to bear, and yet you have no other choice than to hold it despite the way it makes your shoulder and heart burn.
"Satoru." You don't try to push by. His infinity is on. You can feel its static lingering in the air between you, toiling away to keep you apart just as it always does.
"I'd kill for you." He launches into the same speech he always does, voice cracking in the same spaces as it did last time. "I'd burn the world to the ground for you. I'd do anything for you. That's not enough? You need more than that?"
Beneath his blindfold, his eyes are pulled wide enough that his forehead is scrunched lines. You can picture how his pupils must be pinpricks against that crystal blue, wild and fierce in a way you don't fear. His breath is heavier than you've ever seen it be during a fight, pulled in through his mouth so hard you can hear the hiss of it.
This is the real strife in his life: finding people who want to stay.
The ache in your muscles is sharp now, begging for you to just give in and drop your bag, but you don't. You stay there, chin pulled high as you say the things you've practiced in the bathroom mirror.
"You'd burn the world down just because you thought it might be fun."
Gojo physically starts out of surprise.
"You live for this. You like the chaos and the drama and these, these-" You speak so fast that you stumble, every word crowding to get out, "-These big gestures that don't mean anything. This doesn't mean anything."
Gojo's body sags as his muscles relax, arms dropping to the side. Even the buzzing in the air is quieted by his stunned silence.
"You're unhinged and driven by this thought that you're untouchable and that makes you better than everyone, even though you don't care about anything-"
"I'd kill for you." When he interrupts, it's soft. Sweet. It's a declaration of love, it's a promise, it's a plea. For once, you're glad his face is covered.
"I never wanted that." You step through the space he's created, out of the door and out of his life, "I just wanted you to live with me."
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