#Smut writers

[lilacxquartz]

make you feel good;

mr. crawling x gn!reader

plot: after mr crawling showed you his affection, you decided to return the favour! — themes: (giving) oral, smut, no dialogue, mr. crawling being very flustered, headpats during — w.c: 600+ — a/n: this didn’t show up in the tags when i last posted, so we’re trying again 🫠 • masterlist

Mr. Crawling made you feel good all of the time, whether it was mentally or physically because of just how much he paid attention to you and your needs—so as you lay in bed with him—you had one single thought on your mind:

What if you made him feel just as good as he made you feel?

Mr. Crawling laid against you otherwise for the time being; with his body curled up right beside you on the bed you both slept on with an arm draped around you to hold you close. As you stirred however, he immediately seemed to wake up, as if always on alert to stick to your side in a way that could have bordered obsession.

And although he wasn’t particularly demanding, what with his main focus being you, it was quite clear that he was at least a little bit frustrated, so why wouldn’t you return the favour of all that he’s helped you through?

You slowly curled upright into a seated position, waking him up from his half-slumber in the process. His kind expression looked down at you through his bloodied eyes, leaving you wondering if he could see you at all, but given just how warm his presence seemed to be… then perhaps? Not giving it too much thought, however, you pushed those concerns aside and repositioned yourself to the ground—with your legs knelt over the floor—ready to spread his own apart and—

From the moment you uncovered his obvious arousal, your eyes locked onto his ever so slightly twitching length that trembled with anticipation. He didn’t turn you away as if excited, but did otherwise fidget, hinting at slight nervousness. You tried your best to soothe his worries otherwise, extending a hand to brush along his arm, finishing with a kind, comforting squeeze over his hand before moving down to the apex of his inner thighs.

Curiously, you took hold of his cock into your hand, your fingers wrapping around his girth like a coiled spring, immediately moving to guide yourself along in up-and-down motions. Mr. Crawling responded positively by chewing on his bottom lip as he stifled back a whimper, his hands clawing at the sheets from where he sat.

He then leaned back slightly, his elbows locking into a strained stance to balance himself with his chin tilting up in bliss. His moans quickly became more frequent, coming out in low guttural, gasping breaths the longer that you took care of him, with the rest of his body beginning to feel almost scalding hot—radiating onto you—making your face burn up, too.

Slowly, you took him in, although gently so that you could return the favour. As a result, he stilled, moving his one hand in an instant to rest atop your head. His fingers affectionately patted and massaged your scalp in the process as you worked your magic, sending him over the edge more quickly than you could ever imagine.

Mr. Crawling wasn’t going to last at this rate, that much was clear, which was especially evident by just how quickly he seemed unravel from the tingling sensation of your tongue running along his shaft—meeting with his sensitive tip—only to return to the intoxicating feeling of your mouth sucking on him again.

Feeling himself get close, Mr. Crawling then let slip a high-pitched gasp, watching you move with an awestruck expression written on his features before stilling into a barely controlled stutter—his entire body going tense just before thawing into complete and utter ecstasy. He gasped again as he painted the inside of your lips white with one final stiff movement, seeming to crack a smile once again. Finally, he seemed less rigid overall, perhaps even elated, especially and very likely because it was you who did this for him.

After a moment, you withdrew your lips from him and crawled back up to where he was, finding that he immediately scooped you up, squeezing you tight in his arms.

Both equally spent and exhausted, you felt your eyelids droop shut.

Feeling perfectly content that you were both even now at last.

[honey-flustered]

I just saw a post on the x reader tag complaining about smut writers and I just have to go off on a little rant.

That poster complains that if you can only read or write smut then you have a porn addiction which is an absurd and hyperbolic claim to make in itself but the vitriol that people have for those who have actual porn addictions is sad. Porn addiction is addiction. Addiction affects people’s life to the point where it is detrimental to that individual’s life to the point where it’s hardly functional. There are people with actual addictions struggling with that shit. Writing and reading smut on motherfucking tumblr.com isn’t a fucking addiction. No one’s hurting anyone. Not even you annoying fuckers who read posts that clearly aren’t meant for you.

People like this make it hard for writers on tumblr to write anything because purity culture and the morality police wants to dictate what people write as if the smut genre isn’t a whole industry in itself (literal smut novelists out there making money off this shit). Don’t fucking come into a smut tag if you are going to complain about smut, don’t complain about smut when a post boldly specifies smut and has all its warning. It’s so fucking weird to complain about something you do not wish to see only to voluntarily expose yourself to it. It’s giving miserable and i hope you find happiness.

I write what I want and I am a horny ass bitch and I don’t have to be ashamed of it because women can have agency over their own sexuality, on their own terms. Feel free to block me if you can’t handle that.

Rant done.

[rafesthroatbaby]

can you write a scenario where - rafe cums on readers open mouth, tongue out, he pauses and takes of his gold ring and places right on top. He takes of a photo of reader, he loves owning her.

aww i appreciate you but i have zero talent for writing

i’ll tag some sluts that i love, who deliver fire ☺️

@drudyslut @rafesmuse @sugarcoatedstarkey @drewstarkeyslut @blueicequeen19 @rafetopia @rvfecamerons @sadfury @babygorewhore @miguelsangel @maybankswhore @rafeandonlyrafe @dark-fics-4-you

ps: don’t hate me, I forgot some amazing writers but y’all can blame drew 🥲 too cock drunk from the latest content.. love y’all 🫶 feel free to comment !

[gazzistt]

I’m seeing a lot of anonymous people go on popular jjk smut writers asks and literally trash on them for being “inconsiderate” to those who want to read sfw content—and I just had to add my little two cents in…

Why are we acting as if we can’t type in “jjk x ___” and literally get tons of fics with fluff, angst, slowburn and sometimes FULL LENGHT series? It doesn’t even have to be on Tumblr but there are various other sites that are full of these topics. Sure smut is popular on Tumblr, but it’s not like these authors are the only writers on this app.

Now I get it if a specific creator markets themselves as nsfw + sfw and you want to maybe request more tame content—but to say they are inconsiderate for not tailoring to your exact need?

I get it, there is a lot of smut and sometimes you don’t want to read all that. But this gives you the chance to explore different outlets or creators who write this stuff! If you can’t find any on Tumblr there is ao3 and wattpad—it’s okay if a creator you know doesn’t write it.

I just find it a bit silly how people go to someone’s page who is KNOWN to write smut and then shame them for doing it when that’s their whole entire premise. Like why would you go to the milk store if you are looking for bread? 🤦🏾‍♀️

It’s like going to the 18+ section of a book store and wondering why they don’t have kid friendly books. It’s probably because that’s not their intended audience.

At the end of the day, tumblr has a pretty useful feature called “follow tags” and you can follow the tags of the things you want to see and the things you don’t. You can ask for more sfw content without bringing down creators who have nothing to do with that stuff.

Btw this isn’t to those who request these things, it’s for those who just attack creators for writing what they want.

Idek if anyone is going to see this, or if anyone cares, but that’s just my take on this.

[smutstationchoochoo]

[senorabond]

What's another word for 'engorged'?

...and other smut writing resources.

Tired of using the same descriptors over and over?

Or, if you're like me, perhaps you're anxious that somebody is going to read your smut only to roll their eyes and say, "Ugh, can we please find another way to describe [body part and/or sex act]."

Well, say "Huzzah!" because here are some helpful (free) resources I found specifically for writing erotica and romance. I hope these help you write the smutty fanfic of your dreams!

The Sexy Thesaurus by Laurel Clarke specifically addresses alternate names for genitalia.

Laurel also has The Sexy Thesaurus 2 (action words) and The Sexy Thesaurus 3 (descriptors).

Here's an alphabetized list of Useful Words for Writers of Romance and Erotica.

Here is a blog that has various posts called Physical Feature Entry that focus on specific body parts - not just genitalia.

Representation Matters!!!

Most erotica I've read, especially published fiction, features white cishet characters. I wanted to try to find other resources that address writing for LGBTQIA+ and BIPOC characters.

This isn't a resource on descriptors, but it's about writing queer erotica and I just really liked it: Erotica, But Like, Queer...: An Insider Perspective. I love how they mention how many authors got their start writing fanfiction.

Here's 5 Things I Wish I'd Known About Writing Lesbian Erotica, which I feel can also extend to scenes with two males/people with penises.

Writing BIPOC Characters: A Conversation with JT Moore - fantastic interview with published author JT Moore. This is for writing any BIPOC character, not just in the erotica/romance genres.

In terms of how things age on the internet, this next resource is pretty old. Originally written in 2013, it was updated in 2017. And yes...it is on fanfiction.net. I haven't read the entire thing, but hey, it's called The Ultimate Guide to Writing Smut Fic.

Now - go out there and write that smut!

[slashingdisneypasta]

Things to incorporate into smuts:

Fat- Rolls, love handles, cellulite, stretch marks, wobbles.

Aging- Sagging & boniness, lube and viagra use, muscle cramps, and getting tired quickly.

H a i r- ARMPIT, LEG, PUSSY, PENIS, BREAST AND TUMMY HAIR.

[slowee00]

Imagine this with Yunho…🙊

I need someone to write a scenario with him using this. 🧎🏾‍♀️

[ilovechuuy4]

HIYA GUYS (ik this isnt a fic PLEASE…) ME AND @luvfy0dor / @luvfy0dor-main ARE HOSTING A DISCORD SERVERRR !!! Anyone is free to join, followers, nonfollowers, roleplayers and writers :3 Please just be sure to read and respect the rules !! Its just a simple server with multiple channels and fandoms to choose from. Writers can discuss ideas / thoughts about anything they’d think of. Followers / non-writers will not be able to access writer only channels. Admins will have to talk to writers privately / through ticket bot to mark you under the ‘writer’ channel. Have fun !! There are channels that include: roleplays, fanart, music, leaks (that can only be in the ‘leaks’ channel) nsfw channel for all the smut writers etc etc. The server is still a work in progress so there WILL be mistakes in any of the ‘coding’ please bare with uss :33

DISCORD SERVER LINK

[xcherryerim]

[lilacxquartz]

in an attempt to teach you — part two!

plot: mr. silvair who found you to be an intellectual curiosity, took it upon himself to teach you anatomy, but also pleasure.

themes: smut, touching, limited dialogue, mr. silvair being clinical about it, but ultimately is a secret pervert — a/n: this can be read as a one shot, but part one really sets up the scene! <3

< part one • masterlist • on ao3

As the days passed, Mr. Silvair’s mind had been occupied with the same thought on repeat: just how far could he go to make you both… feel ‘happy’?

He already calculated in his mind that, certain actions when conducted successfully could give him very specific results, but it was still all too tricky. It wasn’t as simple as just touch alone, he determined, no, it had to be about finding the right moment that worked for you both.

Getting you alone the second time was tricky since he had to be sure that no danger loomed around the corner, but once the coast was clear, he beckoned you to his workshop. You hesitantly followed suit, sitting yourself over the cold metal slab that was rooted in the center, feeling a little put off by such a dreary place. You never liked being in there, the smell was a bit too raw, organic, like fresh meat.

Still, you were curious. Mr. Silvair after all, had a different demeanour to him today, seeming somehow warmer, if not a little suggestive. You personally weren’t opposed to such advances, but you were apprehensive at the same time, finding his initiation a little unsettling.

And just as he stepped closer towards you, extending his hands to meet at your waist, his long, slender fingers curling around your form, you felt a little thrown off.

You weren’t sure why, but you felt a wave of unease wash through your body, so you pushed him back a little, hesitating just noticeably enough to get him to stop.

Mr. Silvair rightfully faltered, seeming confused.

[Did he read your body language wrong?]

Retracting momentarily, he moved his hands over a safer area instead, resting his hands atop your shoulders instead. His voice was soft as he carefully selected his next words, “Me… make you… happy?”

Finally, his intentions clicked. He wanted to pick up from where he left before, right? If only that’s what he opened up with initially, then you would have been more on board. You supposed that he was still learning though, just as much as you were, in fact.

Taking note of your expression which seemed to be deep in thought, Mr. Silvair logged the way you slowly grew visibly flustered, noticing the heat that started to creep into your cheeks.

[Did you want this too?]

Unable to resist cracking a smile, his tense expression finally thawed. “Make you happy?” he repeated.

You nodded in silence, even if the nerves did continue to rise and grow. You wanted to get closer to him, but you couldn’t deny that he still had a menacing aura to him, making it difficult to fully relax around him. Little steps, though, you figured. Maybe you would feel comfortable in due time. As such, you confirmed your consent with a soft, yet reassuring tone, “Yes.”

Mr. Silvair smoothed his touch down your arms, languidly making his way down towards your breasts where his hands stilled for a moment. Curiously, he kneaded at the soft flesh, savouring the way that they felt in his hands, letting the pleasant feel sink in. The way his hands explored your body felt delicate, yet firm, as if careful to not break you.

Soon, his hands then drifted down to where they were before, wrapping right around your torso before taking a step in between your legs, dropping his hands down to push apart your thighs. You couldn’t help but gasp as he did so but allowed him to advance towards you all the same, letting him fumble with what you both wore, making his next intentions in mind loud and clear.

You held your breath as he slowly lowered your seated form to lay atop the slab, climbing over you and hovering over your body in the process, unable to take your eyes off of his taut, chiseled form. All the while, Mr. Silvair seemed focused, pushing up the hem of your dress, pulling down his own clothes, revealing his springing erection.

For a moment, you were left stunned at the sight of it. His height was already impressive, so you supposed that you shouldn’t be too surprised that the equipment he had to work with was scaled to match his build. Even so, however, you felt a little intimidated at the thought of something so large entering you, making you wonder how on earth you were going to accommodate him, let alone have him fuck you.

However, before you had any time to continue worrying about such matters, Mr. Silvair leaned back slightly, testing the waters of the situation you had both found yourself in. Curiously, he tested the water, dipping the tip of his impressive length over the slick entrance of your slit, teasing you with purposeful promise.

You averted your gaze for a moment, letting your eyes roll back to the ceiling in strained anticipation, unable to quite hold eye contact just yet. No matter how much you tried, there was something… unsettling about him, even when you were so ready to take things further with him.

Mr. Silvair only cared about your thoughts though, so he took it at your pace. For better or worse, he didn’t seem to be focused on chasing his own desires at that point, even if his arousal did long for release. For the time being, he was just curious about how you could react to him.

“Happy?” he asked.

“Yes,” you confirmed.

With your confirmation in mind, he took the plunge at last, burying his cock into your hilt, taking his time to really savour the sensation of your walls wrapping right around him. To his delight, you felt incredible, taking him on with such slick ease, finding that he could slide into you with one smooth pump. Slowly, you enveloped him entirely, your core swallowing up his length all the way.

For a moment, you could only blink. To your surprise, you took him in much easier than you thought you would, but then, he started to move.

Mr. Silvair’s first thrust was painful, causing you to gasp out in a high-pitched whine of protest. Your hand shot to his wrist, gripping it with such desperation, squeezing at it with pleading eyes. In turn, he stilled for a moment, realising that there was a possibility that he was hurting you, momentarily pausing his affections.

[It wasn’t fun if you weren’t enjoying yourself.]

“Sad?” he asked, trying to gauge the reason.

You shook your head, searching for the word he taught you most recently. “No. Pain.”

Mr. Silvair seemed to understand right away, deciding to try and take things slower with you to see if it was the pace that was the issue. He rocked his body tenderly that time, turning you over to your side to ensure your comfort, keeping a palm tucked right below your hip so you wouldn’t feel any pain from the cold, hard surface beneath where you lay. Slowly, albeit passionately, he pushed into you on repeat in softer motions with less intensity than before.

This was perfect, you thought, especially when you felt his chest press tight against your back, his silvery locks cascading over your face, lacing your vision with his embrace. Mr. Silvair took things at your desired speed, feeling completely content with working up to something you both enjoyed, dipping his head down as if by instinct, his lips searching to lock with your own. The kiss lasted so long too, slow and sensual, leaving you both breathless by the time he parted.

However, as you both grew all the more comfortable, your sex adjusting to wrap around him with memorised need, you found yourself grinding against him with increased fervour. Quickly, you found yourself succumbing to the tempo of his initial pace, which he too, quickly picked up on, plunging into you with more heat in his drive. Mr. Silvair took no time at all to read into your wants and needs, trying his best to match your rhythm, rutting into your cunt.

Just as you felt him get close though, you too, felt yourself involuntarily spasm around his cock. You gasped as your walls fluttered around him, milking you both of a much-anticipated release, the sensation causing you both to stutter and still, leaving you both gasping from the intensity alone. You felt as he twitched while still lodged within you as if refusing to part from your spent core, fully content with keeping you all plugged up.

As you wound down, on the cusp of falling asleep, Mr. Silvair didn’t quite let you.

He brushed along your skin with the featherlight tracing of his fingertips; up and down your arms, kissing along your neck, cuddling you oh-so-tight. Maybe the workshop wasn’t the best place to have done this, but maybe, also, he could make it up to you with a massage if you felt sore.

It was up to you, of course.

For now, he’d let you sleep, though.

[candy69gurl]

See this blog here

Hi everyone... Do you not find it quite impolite of them to take ss of certain portions of people's blogs and republish them, inciting hatred in the process?

I mean initially... Without our permission, you did it. Thirdly, you gaslight people into believing that we are "the bad people" by deleting their comments and banning them from the blog.

You still hold us responsible for these things, despite our warnings and everything? If you take into account that the anime characters who are not of legal age cannot be liked by 18+ people, then you really should not use Tumblr at all.

If you think characters cannot be aged up or characters cannot be written without following the plot, it's YOUR FAULT ..

Controlling myself form swearing rn..

The fact that you look down upon the writers demonstrates your  jealousy and disrespect towards us adult writers

Also, writing such things in vulgar language... do you think that makesyou cool? Listen, we added this "MINORS DNI" for what? for you minors to have fun with the blogs?

Thinking about how you portrayed us.. It's as if you were children with no common sense... so we now need to write that ("only for entertainment purposes, please don't try at home"). Despite being warned not to interact with mature blogs,

You, "OPENED THE SMUT TAG"; isn't that a nice thing to do for a minor like you? Do you think you should just delete Tumblr and GO.STUDY?

Also if you think writing "probably aged up" is SO WRONG.. then YOU are so wrong for even thinking of loving characters who does not even exist and is made up by some people..

[jelicoxoxo]

I absolutely hate when people refuse to acknowledge the fact that writing the reader asking the character to stop in a smut fic and then having that character ignore them now turns their fic into an SA fantasy, regardless of how much they like to fight and claim that it’s not or call it something different to sugar coat it

refusing to tag your fics properly is irritating asf too, call it what it is and stop making loopholes around it lmao.

[lady-phasma]

I had a very interesting conversation with some moots today… among many criteria for fic reblogs, one was whether or not the smut helped you cum. Now I'm curious if other people use this as part of their criteria.

[enha-stars]

have smut writers actually had sex

what a loaded question.

well, this smut writer has not had sex but i want to assume some of us have. i hope some of us had. pls