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Synonyms for Penis (Shrek x Deadpool)

Pairing: Shrek x Wade Wilson aka Deadpool Rating: Explicit Words: 1361 POV: Third Summary: The Big Tober Day 28 - Annual Shrek fic Note: DID NOT EVEN PROOFREAD THIS BECAUSE I DO NOT WISH TO READ THIS AFTER WRITING IT (Pic credit I am so glad someone else had the same idea) Tags: Shrek's [insert synonym for big] [insert synonym for penis], satire (or is it), 4th wall breaks, there is a little angst at the beginning for some reason, belly bulge, manhandling, unprotected sex, he growls uwu and cumflation

“Don’t you think it is… odd?” Shrek questioned as Wade pushed him into the armchair. The light from the fireplace made the merch seem like just a silhouette as the red-clad fool made himself at home in the ogre’s lap.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Wade cooed, before grinding all over his green companion. “Why would anyone want this? Who wants Shrek smut and who would ship a sexy, sturdy man with a green daddy? Well, let me tell you, papi, sometimes it is irony that drives the mind, but there is no telling when irony becomes something more.” Shrek had no fucking clue what Wade was on about. His facial expression said it all, but as per usual, Wade paid it no mind.

Wade nuzzled Shrek's muscular neck. Shrek could feel the rough material of the mask against his sensitive skin. This was not their first time, but Shrek also felt like they had not swapped enough bodily fluids that it was his place to question the mask. He had seen every other part of his friend and he thought it was safe to assume the scarring extended to the human's face. “Hey my honeydew melon, stay focused.” Shrek blinked and hummed, mentally pulled away from the questions that plagued his mind. “I know that look my delicious lime.”

Wade booped Shrek's nose. The ogre looked up at the human in his lap with his big, chocolate brown orbs. “You do?” The merc couldn't help but think that the man whom people referred to as a monster looked nothing but cute. Unfortunately, he knew that look too well. Shrek wanted more. Not in the sense of a relationship - or maybe he did what did Wade know anyway - but something that felt much more intimate. If Wade thought about it for more than a second, there was no reason to assume Shrek would be repulsed by his face. However, Wade had never had a single thought in his life.

Wade reached behind him to start unzipping his suit. Shrek immediately reached out to help. The ogre might be better at freeing Wade from the costume than Wade himself. Marred skin appeared from underneath red fabric. Wade had to stand up for a moment to remove his boots so he could get rid of the suit. “Another time, ok?” Shrek understood. The mask was the last line of defence, the barrier that held together the pieces that made up the merc with a mouth. The ogre gave a nod. Then the human was on his knees, helping him get rid of his pants. Wade was not even attempting to fully undress Shrek. As soon as the deep green, hefty pole was revealed, Wade had his tongue on it, lapping at the onion-flavoured precum staining the thick, mushroom-shaped tip. Shrek’s grip on the chair tightened, his mud brown eyes focused on the bit of skin that was revealed from Wade pulling his mask up just below the nose. He had seen that textured chin before; it drove him crazy.

The edge of the mask scraped along Shrek’s long dong as Wade ran his tongue over the entire 10 inches and counting. The ogre was not at full hardness yet, but with the way Wade’s scarred hands glided over his member slick with the merc’s saliva, it would not be long until Shrek was at his full 15 inches. Shrek rid himself of his shirt. His thick fingers fumbled with the laces on his clothes, but he managed. He couldn’t see Wade’s eyes, but he sure could feel them latching onto every sliver of exposed, chartreuse flesh.

The contrast of his dad bod against Wade’s toned form used to make the sensitive ogre self-conscious, but with his chest exposed, the human on his knees sounded downright pornographic. Wade had never been subtle about how horny he was whenever Shrek showed some skin. The human seemed to be impatient, forgoing the rest of his blowjob and making himself at home again in Shrek’s lap. Shrek put his huge hands onto Wade’s slim waist. “What are you doing?” He inquired in near panic, the idea of Wade taking him without any prep chilling him to the bone.

Wade reached behind him, holding Shrek’s long John in between his luscious cheeks. “Don’t you worry about a thing, daddy,” Wade cooed as he rose as high as he could to press the emerald tip against his puffy wet hole. Shrek tightened his grip onto Wade’s hips, firmly asking him to let him at least finger him a bit. Wade sighed as dramatically as it was loud. “Shrek, babes, it’s the 31st of December and this was supposed to happen on the 28th of October. You realise how overdue our fuckfest is and now you want to keep the writer from joining his family on the couch just for a little fingering scene? Fuck that, let’s get to the real deal; it’s overdue.”

Shrek had once again no fucking clue what Wade was on about, but he could not exactly protest. The head of his massive schlong slipped right into Wade’s tight hole. The green hunk let out an inhuman growl, perhaps because he was not a human. Wade rode the head with no problem as if he had been stretched already. However, Shrek had no memory of Wade ever having the time to sneak off without him to do that in the past hours they spent together. “How?” he grunted out in the split second of clarity he had to speak. Right after that single syllable left his exquisite lips, he could not say anything, only moan in ecstacy.

“Fanfic logic, baby,” Wade replied with a shit-eating grin, before pushing himself down onto Shrek’s enormous plonker. He was barely halfway and he already felt like that green baguette was about to exit through his throat on the other side. He rose up a little, trying to coax his body into taking more, but it wouldn’t give.

“Where is your fanfuck or whatever logic now?” Shrek growled impatiently. Wade huffed and prepared to give it another shot, but Shrek gripped him firmly and lifted him all the way off his piss weasle. “Since you’re so eager to get speared through like a shish kebab, let me help you.” Shrek stood up, kicked his shoes and pants off and manhandled Wade face down ass up onto the cold floor of his swamp estate. He grabbed Wade’s back melons, spreading them wide. The merc’s hole was gaping wide, but they both knew Wade could do better. He guided his pickle back into the winking shithole in front of him.

The angle was better, but now Shrek could also use his own strength to shove his colossal meat stick inside his human fuckdoll. Wade gasped as more and more green sausage was forced inside him. Just when he thought he had it all, he didn’t feel hefty balls pressing against his backside. It was never-ending, exquisite torture. Shrek seemed to not care about Wade’s pleasure at all, a single focus on making the shreksiest merc ever envelop his entire spawn hammer.

And when he did, both men were delirious with gratification. Wade collapsed, unable to keep his body up, but fortunately Shrek had him. The ogre moved his hands to get a better grip, only to feel the clear outline of his immense piston through the sweat-slicked skin of his personal whore. His last grip on humanity left him, hips rapidly moving on their own to feel that outline move with it. He didn’t know how long he was railing Wade when he felt semen cover the hand feeling up the outline of his love rod. He didn’t know how long he kept going after that like an animal.

“Just fucking cum already! We’re running out of synonyms for penis over here, unless you want the writer to start using things like baloney pony,” Wade wailed. It was shortly after - for my own sanity - that the outline of Shrek’s flesh flute became less and less obvious, Wade’s belly expanding due to the copious, excessive load being dumped inconceivably deep inside his guts.

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mlm-writer · 2 months

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i don’t understand why some fanfiction writers will put all of their work in one giant paragraph. i am constantly abusing a paragraph break. i use it every five seconds. new subject? new paragraph. slightly different angle? new paragraph. any sentence that holds any amount of weight? boom new paragraph. i will use one word then do another paragraph break. you can’t stop me.

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mlm-writer · 3 months

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"How do porn artists even come up with these things" well, the common denominators of most conventional sex acts are a. things going inside other things, and b. liquids. Nearly all blatantly physically impossible porn is simply increasing the scale of one or both of these axes: that is, increasing the quantity and/or variety of things going inside other things, or increasing the quantity and/or variety of liquids. (Note: for this purpose, slimes, oozes and goops count as liquids.)

The corollary, of course, is that this space is thoroughly explored; if you think you've invented a new kink in this way, no, you haven't.

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mlm-writer · 3 months

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Added Hazbin Hotel characters to my character list. Currently I am taking a break from nsfw content, but I am happy to write some sfw content.

#hazbin hotel #zestial #carmilla carmine #charlie morningstar #lucifer morningstar #sir pentious #male reader #gender neutral reader #husk

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mlm-writer · 3 months

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Am I the only one who thinks TITANS seasons 3 & 4 have piss poor writing compared to seasons 1 & 2?

#finally decided to watch it in the hopes of writing for it but uhhh no #titans #gayden things

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mlm-writer · 3 months

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realised this was not in my masterlist for some reason and now I am wondering how many fics I forgot to put in my masterlist

What Are You? (John Constantine x M!Reader)

Pairing: John Constantine (Matt Ryan ver.) x Male Homosexual Reader (trans-friendly) For the pride prompt: Gay sailor boy unaffected by the sirens. He’s the only one who can save the ship… with the hot captain apparently… Rating: Teen and Up Words: 1368 POV: Second Summary: You sail into Ghost Bay and encounter sirens. All your female-attracted crewmen turn into mindless pawns. Everything just gets weird from there. Notes: Happy Belated Pride! See all works for pride 2022 here. This is the sirens song (it was used in Pirates of the Carribean as well) Tags: vague history AU, or time travelling whatever, action, new fatasy creature: the homosexual, the only lady this reader is interested in is the sea and reader is not a fighter but we commend his guts

Keep reading

#John Constantine

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mlm-writer · 3 months

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Taking a break from smut to get my writer juices flowing again

#gayden things

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mlm-writer · 3 months

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Aos Spock x m reader (platonic) who's pretty emotionless? Reader had gone through a lot of trauma from a very young age and bc of that he doesn't experience much emotions, he kind of off putting and makes people uncomfortable (even Vulcans) bc of how he just. Doesn't stress or be scared no matter how bad things are. Spock's kind of amazed by him and thinks if reader put his mind to it he'll be able to captain his own starship in just a few years

Thank you for this great prompt! It took me a while to do it justice, but I like how it ended up. Here it is.

#gender neutral reader #male reader #star trek #spock #request filled

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mlm-writer · 3 months

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Chocolate Milk (GN!Reader)

Pairing: Spock (AOS) x Gender Neutral Ensign Reader (platonic) Rating: General Audience Words: 1320 POV: Second Summary: Your childhood trauma left you near-emotionless. While most find it unsettling, there are some crew members appreciating you just the way you are. Note: Trauma not described, reader's physical traits also not described. I want to say ft. my OC, but he is deadass more present than Spock in this so ft. Spock I guess. Tags: mentioned trauma, platonic/professional appreciation, Ensign Michael Gabe the empath, alcohol mentions but no consumption, red alert and Kirk & Bones have a cameo

One moment the white hallways were too bright for the early hour and the next they were bathed in crimson. ‘Red Alert again?’ You wondered as you broke into a sprint. Red Alert happened at least once a month with captain Kirk looking for trouble left and right, but as far as times of crisis went, you had experienced far more distressing situations in your youth. At least, they felt more distressing as a child still figuring out who you are and why you were put into a world that was described as a utopia and yet so so full of suffering.

You arrived at your station not a moment too soon. You were gasping for air, just like your colleagues at the stations adjacent to you. Michael’s fingers trembled with every jolt of the ship. “Ensign Gabe, we need a read on their defences. Any weak spot would be appreciated,” the captain urged the man next to you. His blond hair started sticking to his forehead as he calibrated the scanners to adjust for the shields. You focused on your own task, but from the corners of your vision, you could see Michael making mistakes that were uncharacteristic to his intelligence.

You placed a hand on his shoulder. “Michael, deep breaths. You got this.” You spoke softly to him, trying to make sure he was the only one hearing your reassurance. You felt him inhale deeply, holding the air for a few seconds and then releasing it evenly. You were aware the empath could feel everyone's distress. With the physical contact you hoped your calmness stood out in the ocean of unease. The blond muttered a brief expression of gratitude. You occasionally touched his shoulder again, trying to focus his gifts on you so he could stay level-headed. Sure, you could die today, but you knew your task like the back of your hand and you knew Michael did as well, in spite of his nerves giving the wrong idea and his abilities nearly crippling him.

Things looked dire for a second, but hardly an hour later, you were at warp 4 en route to a space station for repairs. You stayed at your station monitoring repairs to the systems, while Michael left to get a ‘stiff drink’ as he called it. He could probably use it. You noticed how even lieutenant Chua seemed tense as he checked upon the injured on the bridge, calling over the CMO when he thought they might need a trip to sick bay. You watched how he carried the yeoman with a possible broken leg out to the turbolifts. “Ensign?” You realised you had been daydreaming a little. You whipped your head around, worried the SIC was about to scold you.

“Yes, commander?” Spock was the ever-intimidating presence on the bridge. Very little scared you, but the idea of disappointing your superiors and commander Spock particularly “All repairs are going as expected. We will make it to Sindku station in three hours at our current velocity.” You added your status report after a short pause, hoping that was what commander Spock wanted to hear.

He did not seem pleased with the answer. Some people would argue there was not a single expression to read on that half-Vulcan face, but you would disagree. You knew the subtle changes too well, have seen them in the mirror plenty of times to recognise them on another. You watched his thought progress, then breathed out a small sigh of relief when Spock seemed to have calculated his next words. “I am aware you have been called to duty during your leisure time. I will assign an on-duty officer to relieve you shortly.” You gave him a curt nod of comprehension. He then left.

And just as foretold, on-duty officers arrived to relieve the bridge staff that had their leisure time interrupted by the red alert. You decided to check on Michael. He was in the lounge, as expected. You had expected him to be drinking alcohol, but spotted him with a big glass of chocolate milk. “Is that your stiff drink?” You greeted him with those words when you stood next to him.

Michael looked up at you, a friendly smile plastered on his face. “What can I say? I prefer calories over alcohol.” He raised his half-empty glass as if he was toasting. “By the way, thanks for getting me through that red alert today. I…” he let out a breathy chuckle, “I really don’t get how you can always keep your cool, but I’m really glad to have someone like you around when all I am feeling from everyone else is the looming dread of death.” You gave him a nod and patted him on the back.

What you wanted to say was ‘you’re welcome, it’s the trauma’, but those jokes have not been funny since the early 21st century, so you opted for a more modern response. “We all have our virtues.” Michael raised his glass again, as if saying ‘I’ll drink to that’. You decided to join him with a chocolate milk of your own. Michael always knew how to get the small talk going. He started off with the latest gossip, then asked your opinion on a personal or a ship matter and after some time, you always ended up talking mathematics. You seemed like total opposites at the bar, one person emoting like a cartoon character, the other virtually a statue. If Michael was not an empath, he would probably assume you never felt a thing in your life, just like everyone else.

The doors behind you slid open and you noticed the surprise on Michael’s face. He tried to hide it, but was doing a piss poor job at it. You turned to see what got him worked up, only to see commander Spock waltz in. The man was only here when he wished to speak to someone privately and he was heading straight for your chocolate milk hang out. Michael whispered he was worried Spock noticed his small panic today, but then you were the one requested to follow him to a less populated corner of the lounge.

You had no idea what you did, but you left your chocolate milk at the bar and joined Spock near the windows. “I meant to say this on the bridge, but it seemed inappropriate with the company present,” Spock started. You hummed, eyes locked together like you were having a stare-down. “I would like to commemorate you for your attitude during crisis response, both on the bridge as we have seen today and in the field as we have seen last week on Unico IV. I will put in a request to have you promoted to lieutenant junior grade. Should you remain equally level headed with more responsibilities thrust upon you, I believe you will, in time, make an excellent captain.”

You were quiet for a moment, trying to take in the unexpected compliments. “Thank you, sir.” It was all you could really say. Spock responded with a polite nod and then made his leave. You blinked as you stood there momentarily. When you were ready, you returned to Michael at the bar. He was chatting up one of the red shirts again, the ever sucker for muscular men. When he saw you though, he slipped off his seat, taking the two glasses with him.

“What did he say?” Michael asked as soon as he was in front of you, handing you your leftover chocolate milk. You paraphrased Spock’s words, leaving Michael gasping and squealing. “That is so amazing! Slay mama!” He somehow managed to make air come out of your nose at a high velocity. You tapped your glasses together. He seemed happier than you, but you let him celebrate for you. Captain? You? You could hardly imagine it right now. Meanwhile Michael was already planning on being your SIC.

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mlm-writer · 3 months

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Bro please I haven't written a single fic in 2024 yet

a while ago i was in this small writing server for skz writers on tumblr.. its long since died now but i think i was most productive with my writing since they had this sprinto bot which if u dont know sets a timer for you to write within and track your word count and doing it with others rly lights a fire under ur ass to write n it was fun to motivate each other yk c: so if anyone else writes fic on here and want to join a discord server for sprinting/discussing writing then hmu in the reblogs/replies/asks/dms/however and ill start one if theres enough interest!!

#writers block

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mlm-writer · 3 months

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Having to write

What scares you the most about writing?

#gayden things

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mlm-writer · 4 months

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Tumblr no longer let's me blaze shrek smut :(

#gayden things #where are we going an a society 😔

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