The Secret To Writing Good Smut That Doesn't Feel Like You're Just Repeating The Same Words For Junk

Come to me (smut writer) those who are weak and weary (people who never see their favorite characters in things) and I shall give you rest (write about said character pounding you stupid)

So anyways...

When you saw that there were only three sets of footprints in the sand, it was because you were being carried by me, and you, and Zoboomafoo. 👣👣👣

It's me. I'm someone.

"Would anyone want to read --" Listen, imma stop you right there. Yes. YES, someone would want to read that. You write that weird little fucked up story. Or that domestic little slice of life story. That drabble or that 300k monster.

I promise someone wants to read it.

When someone talks about how strong your are for dealing with your chronic illness

Time for another controversial opinion:

You cannot convince me that Levi Ackerman doesn't have sub tendencies.

This man has had probably very few sexual encounters, little experience, and would more than likely fucking lose it over you taking charge of him. Guarantee he'd be an absolute moaning mess.

He's never really had the time to give in to temptation, to allow himself something as frivolous and carnal as this. Sure, he's had sex before, but it was nothing like sex with you. He respects and reveres your prowess, finds himself weak over the look in your eyes that says you're going to devour him. As soon as you tell him to let you take care of him, he's melting, totally willing to give you whatever you want of him.

You offer to suck him off, but he's never had a blowjob, so there's no frame of reference for the stars you want to make him see.

"I don't think that's something I'd enjoy," he explains, low in his chest, "Seems like it'd be disgusting,"

It takes some convincing, but when you've finally gotten him to understand that you actually want that gorgeous cock in your mouth, he agrees to try it, despite how self-conscious he's feeling about it. He's totally fucked-out not even two minutes in, tossing his head back, gripping the sheets, high pitched whines flitting from his throat like pretty little bird's songs.

"F-fuck, I.. Ngh, s-stop, I'm gonna--" the statement is more groan than anything else, his eyes pinched shut so he doesn't immediately finish from seeing your face as you pleasure him.

When you have sex, you're on top, and he gasps as soon as he enters you, babbling under his breath about how good you feel, curses mumbling from his lips every time you constrict around him. You have to pry his hands away from the mattress so he'll touch you, and once you do, he's touching everywhere, relishing in every last soft span of skin you have to offer him.

He grits through his teeth, raspy and worn out, "God, ride my cock, baby. Ride it,"

He tries to bury any moans which he deams too loud or whiny into his bottom lip, caught between his teeth--but with the way his breaths hitch, he can't keep from letting you pull these sounds from him. Levi ends up reduced to saying your name as he becomes more and more pussy drunk off of you, whimpering now with each twitch of his cock in your velvety walls.

It's too much, it's not enough, it's got him right on the precipice of emptying himself into you.

He wouldn't usually beg, not even if his life depended on it. And yet, "Please. Mmff, lemme cum inside,"

Hell yeah, pardners 🤠

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As a type one diabetic, fuck capitalism. I literally just want to live and have to jump through hoops to do so. Isn't it enough that my life will be harder regardless of how much insulin costs or if my insurance will cover my pump supplies? Having a chronic illness/disability isn't fun. We just want to have as close to a normal life as possible. We don't need this shit making it even more difficult.

Insulin is a perfect counter to the "without a profit motive no one will invent anything" bullshit.

The inventors of insulin wanted it to be free and avaliable to everyone who needs it. The inventors invented it without a profit motive.

Then, capitalists inserted themselves as middle men in order to extract profit from it. It's now ridiculously expensive and people need it to live.

People are dying. The tool to save them exists. Capitalists hijack the lifesaving tool and hold it for ransom. Because of that, people die.

Capitalism is pure evil. Capitalists are murderers.