#a sloth writes

[slothspaghettiwrites]

For my sugar baby!ransom peeps:

Big Bills Get My Attention

Warnings: ass/anal play (eating), teasing, dirty talk, power exchange dynamic, sugar relationship, slight degradation, ransom in a thong, semi risky/public setting, keeping the boss busy while on a conference call, no editing

A/N: credit to @howdoyousleep3 (edit bestie I can't recall why I've credited you but honestly, it's deserved.)

The message from an hour ago burns in his thoughts as he showers.

My office, 7:30. Wear the blue if you wanna earn that ski trip.

The blue one. Shit. What are you going to do to him? His cock chubs up even as he thoroughly cleans up after his intense work out of the club. Ransom ignores it. Focus is key if he is going to make it to your office in time.

If you were planning to work so late that he had to go to your office for this, it meant you were stressed. It meant being on his best fucking behaviour because you always knew, by some fucking bullshit, if he took the edge off before seeing you. He wanted the night to end with him cumming across your desk, or god with his cum ruining your trousers.

You've ruined his slacks enough time, maybe tonight he'll finally get to return the favour.

He finishes up quickly, goes through his standard skincare routine even though he will have to do it again after your session, and gets dressed. The blue thong is snug against his crotch and he swears to himself the entire drive into the city that he only fucking wears them because it makes you more generous. It has nothing to do with how the string splits his ass cheeks right in two, the tantalising feeling that has him shifting in the seat of his beemer.

He parks in the garage under the building and pulls his security card from the glove box. The security guard nods at him as he swipes through, and he swipes it again in the lift to get to your floor. The lights are dimmed and your assistant has already gone home as well. You prepared for this session as well then.

The door to your office is open. Ransom takes a steadying breath. Ski trip, long weekend with the boys, fucking some snow bunnies. He focuses on the important things as he steps into your room.

But the air is knocked out of his lungs anyway.

You sit behind your desk, jacket off and the buttons of shirt undone to the centre of your chest. It shouldn't be so fucking hot to see you like this. You look like a regular person, but the power you possess goes right to his cock anyway.

"Strip." You don't even look at him when you bark the command. "You're 10 minutes late, Hugh."

Fucking traffic. He busted his balls to get over here. Ransom removes all his clothes except the thong while you clear a space on your desk. When you finally look at him you give him an appraising look, one that doesn't give away if you're pleased with how he looks. His chest tightens when you raise an eyebrow at him.

"What do you say?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

"Good boy," you hum. "Now get that pretty body over here. Want to look at your ass while I have listen to this fucking board meeting."

Thank fuck. Ransom walks over to your desk and grab hold of his hips. Your fingers dig into the meat of him, forcing him to bite his tongue to stay quiet. The inspection of him continues, your eyes assessing quickly, your hand moving to cup his bulge through the lacy material of his panties. The longer this goes on, the more his cock chubs up. You kiss it before turning in around and bending him over your desk.

With his ass directly in your face, he is goddamn happy he started taking waxing seriously. The feel of your hand running over his smooth skin sends pleasure up his spine and straight back to his cock. Your desk is cold on his skin as he settles in.

"Don't make a sound," you say before the familiar chatter of the video call comes on.

Ransom settles in, crossing his arms under his head. He's not concerned about being seen, your camera is off the moment you say your greetings. Voices drone on, discussing shit that maybe he should care about if he took his fake contractor role seriously, but he doesn't.

They don't pay his bills. They don't give him black cards to private clubs or make sure he gets tables at restaurants, you do. So he focuses on the tease of your hand. The way your fingers scrape across his low back, your thumb rubbing circles into his ass cheek. He sighs, if this is all it takes to get a ski trip paid, for he could die a happy man.

It's only when your mouth touches his skin that makes any complaint.

"Jesus," he hisses.

The hard pinch on his ass is the only warning he gets before you are speaking again to the directors. You say something about moving some shit to next quarter, then your mouth is back on him.

You place open mouth kisses on his ass while your fingers tug at the string of his thong. He clenches his fists at the tension, fighting the urge to squirm. It's not uncomfortable, but the tug against his half hard cock makes him want more.

And you have always been so good about giving what he needs, more than what he wants.

Your tongue slides from his half exposed sac to his hole and Ransom nearly comes off the desk. Both of your hands move to his ass cheeks and press him wide open.

"Stay quiet and be a good little slut for me, Hugh. Let daddy treat this hole right."

Oh fuck he hopes you muted your mic. He hopes you don't stop either. Your tongue laps at his hole over and over again, your spit dribbling down to his balls. His cock is fully hard and furious it isn't getting attention. Ransom rolls his hips experimentally, just to see what you'll do.

"No," you pull away and he thinks he's fucked it. "Send Johnson to me if he keeps saying stupid shit."

When your mouth returns to his asshole, you push his hips down into the desk, adding pressure to his cock. He doesn't fight the instinct. Ransom humps your desk like the slut you want him to be while you make a mess of his hole. His breath comes out faster and faster, higher too as he tries to keep his noises to a minimum.

God does he want to fucking cum though. He needs it. His balls draw up and his spine tingles. Your tongue pushes into the ring of his ass and stars fucking burst behind his eye lids. His hips stutter as he loses himself to his climax, to the mess he is leaving on your desk.

The euphoria washing over him keeps going, you keep going, until his hole is too sensitive. His cum cools against his skin, the lace sticking to his cock, but you don't stop.

"Daddy," he whines as softly as he can.

You fucking slurp at his ass in response. It's only when he is panting and his cock is valiantly trying to get hard again that you pull away. Your fingers clench around his ass cheeks and he whimpers.

"I know, pretty boy, you stay quiet. Let me have this peach until the meeting's done. Then Daddy'll give you a proper good bye before your trip."

[authorashraven]

Making some updates to this. Should I start sharing my shorts again? I've had quite a few ideas recently that I know I won't be turning into novel or novellas.

Also I still want to provide some free spicy content.

🤔🤔🤔🤔

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Key: Fluff ☁️ // Smut 🍑 // Angst 🥀 // Monsters 🐉 // Dark 🌚

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[can-of-slorgs]

*japanese funky nightcore cover music in the background*

[jackednephi]

Hey who else here thinks sloth is a dumb sin and just sounds like mental illness raise your hands

[slothspaghettiwrites]

It's expensive to date me

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: sugar relationship, dom/sub, heavy daddy kink, pet names, slight angst, some hurt/comfort, more to be added

Relationships: Ransom Drysdale x Sugar Daddy!Reader

Summary: Cut out of Harlan's will and desperate, Ransom agrees to be your sugar baby if it means he gets to keep living his high end lifestyle.

A/N: just a couple a drabbles atm, but maybe more to come soon!

This work has Adult Content. By clicking “Keep Reading” on the posts you have agreed that you are over the age of 18 and are willing to view such content. My work is not to be copied or translated onto any other platform.

Oral

Lace

Gumpy/Sunshine trope

Big Bills

[spiderscribe]

For day 11 of TF Rare Pairing Fest, I present to you “Island Time” ft. TFP Ratchet/Soundwave, because Primus knows both of them deserve a nice relaxing island vacation with each other <3

@tfrarepairing

“No,” says Ratchet.

Soundwave’s head slowly tilts to one side. Ratchet was never as good at reading Soundwave’s nonverbal cues as Megatron and Optimus, but he’s pretty sure that’s either an invitation to elaborate or a physical challenge. Actually, knowing Soundwave, it’s most likely both.

“No,” repeats Ratchet. “I’ve already reserved this island. I even cleared all the details with Agent Fowler, specifically so that no one bothers me during my well-deserved vacation. You’re going to have to find your own island.”

«You’re going to have to find your own island,» is thrown right back in his face.

Ratchet scoffs. “Puh-lease. That may work on your Decepticon troops, but you’ll have to try harder than that if you want to intimidate me. I got here first. Get off my island and find your own.”

Soundwave stares at him, head still tilted consideringly, and then he starts trudging closer towards him. Each step he makes is swallowed up by the soft sand and makes little sound, but Ratchet still senses the deliberate weight he’s putting into every one of his pedesteps. He crosses his arms over his chestplates and glares up into Soundwave’s visor as the other bot comes to a stop right in front of him.

(read the rest on ao3!)

[slothspaghettiwrites]

Ari Levinson Masterlist

Series

Dirty, Vinegar, and Second Chances - TBA

One Shots / Asks / Drabbles

The Icarus to Your Certainty

[lilacella]

I am having a silly idea but I need a few of people to participate for it to work.🦥🦥

I was thinking, what if we do a fun little fic writer pass-it-on game? Someone starts a fic with a sentence/paragraph in a post, then tags a person and they reblog and write the next sentence, tag someone - and so on, all throughout December until christmas.

Would anyone want to do something like this?? Did I explain this badly? Idk, I would love to do this so let me know if you would be up for it!!

[strangersatellites]

pride, envy, wrath, gluttony, greed, lust, ao3

Seven Deadly Sins Series (NSFW 18+)

sloth (noun) - a state of mind that is apathetic, lazy or sluggish. It is the act of knowing the right thing to do and failing to do it.

tiny cw for somnophilia. this is an established relationship with off-screen kink negotiation. but if somno isn't your thing, I'll see you at the next installment.

Eddie wakes up to his boy curled over his chest and sound asleep.

He’s got one of Eddie’s hoodies on with the hood pulled up over his messy, messy hair and his pretty, pretty lips rest open and inviting where his breathing is soft against Eddie’s collarbones. 

He could kiss him awake. He really could.

But he goes to stretch his sleep-stiff muscles and is wide awake in an instant. Reminded by a soft whimper and furrowed eyebrows that he fell asleep with his fingers tucked inside his boy’s body, soft and wet and warm. Still sticky and swollen with Eddie’s spend from the night before.

So sure he could kiss him awake.

But he could also let him sleep.

It’s still early. Eddie can tell by the way the room is lit that deep morning-blue just before the sun. They don’t have to work today, either one, so they have plenty of time to rest.

He should let him sleep.

One thing to know about Steve Harrington is that he sleeps like a rock. Eddie thinks he could genuinely sleep through anything.

So he’s not particularly gentle when he shifts his weight off of himself and gets him on his stomach.

He swings a leg up over Steve’s and settles between his legs. Spares himself a minute to just look at him.

Top half covered and cozy in Eddie’s clothes. Black Sabbath tour dates stretched across his strong shoulders and down his back. Thick muscles of his thighs leading up to cute, bouncy cheeks. Eddie’s favorite freckle stained bright red by a welt the shape of his hand. 

He has to breathe so he doesn’t pass out. There’s something about Steve when he’s like this. When he’s leftover messy and sleep-warm and naked except for something of Eddie’s. Something that makes Eddie feel like he could black out if he thinks about it for too long. 

He indulges himself and gives the handprint on his ass a tight squeeze and light smack just to watch it shake. Feels his eyes roll back in response.

Grabbing at the inside of one of Steve's thighs, he hitches it up until he’s stretched out and exposed. Sees him shove his arms up under the pillow and settle once more.

It's the sight of his boy’s hole, still red and puffy and open, that finally has Eddie spitting into his own hand and shoving into his boxers.

One hand on his dick, and the other pulling Steve open, he fails to stifle a groan that rattles through his chest. Knows he could come just from this view alone. Knows he has.

But he forces himself to slow down, at least long enough to watch the way he spits down over Steve’s hole and watch the way it slips inside. To hear a quiet hitch of breath and do it once more.

Just as he feels himself getting closer and closer to release, he tugs himself out of his underwear and shifts up on his knees until he can press the head against Steve’s entrance. Pushes down slow and strong until it pops inside. A shiver runs down his spine at the feeling and this time Steve’s hips shift and Eddie freezes.

He freezes and he hears soft whines and whimpers but Steve’s face is still slack and he settles eventually.

Luckily for him, Steve almost waking up does the opposite of deter his impending orgasm. 

His next breath in is stuttered as he falls over the edge. Fills his boy up and leaves him messy.

He flops back into his spot and drags Steve back up over his chest. Wraps him up tight in his arms and dips two fingers back up inside him. Keeps him sticky and filled, just the way he likes.

He drops a kiss to his hood covered head and falls back asleep, soft and sated.

*****

The second time Eddie wakes up it's to the strong muscles of Steve’s naked back as he works himself back down on his dick. 

He drops his head back down with a hissed out “Fuck, baby,” as his hands reach up to grab at his hips.

Steve turns his head to look back at him and fuck what he said earlier. This might make him black out.

“Morning, babe,” he purrs with a slow grind to his hips that sends Eddie reeling.

He barely suppresses a shocked laugh. “Good motherfucking morning to me!”

Steve does laugh. Eddie can feel it. Can feel the vibrations roll through his body and thinks this is the closest he’s ever getting to heaven.

He works up a rhythm, slow and deep. Lazy in the still early morning. 

There’s a pout in his voice when he whines “Can’t believe you didn’t fuck me.”

Eddie tightens his hands and hopes he leaves bruises. Loves hearing his boy bitchy and pouting.

“Wanted to wake up on your cock, Eds,” and now he’s just being dramatic to rile him up.

At that Eddie shoves him down with everything he’s got. Holds him still when he tries to squirm away. Tries to steady his own breathing and not to lose control when he feels him clench tight at the full feeling. Knows he feels it deepest this way.

Pastes on a saccharine smile when he speaks. “‘M sorry sweetheart. Still filled you up though, hm? You feel it?” He asks with a slow grind upward. Feels more than he hears Steve’s breath get punched out of him.

Hears him giggle, soft and sweet. He clenches tight again and this time Eddie winces. “Sorry babe. Yeah, feel it. Feels so wet. So big. So good.”

His movements are still slow like syrup when Eddie lets him up. He’s got his hands braced on Eddie’s thighs and he can feel where he traces the ink of his tattoo with a soft touch and hums under his breath. 

Slides his own hands up the expanse of his back and marvels at the way the muscles shift under his skin. 

He loses himself in the feeling and before he’s really ready to let it go Steve’s whispering “So close, Eds. Make me come.”

And that’s all he really needs and he’s shoving his hips up, up, up in time with Steve’s soft cries. Feels him go tight and rigid and shake apart.

Soothes his hands up and down his sides with a quiet litany of “That’s it baby. Let go for me. I’ve got you.”

Rocks into him once, twice, three more times before he’s spilling into him again and dragging him back and down to wrap him up in his arms once more. Steve fights and squirms until he’s facing him.

Eddie peppers his pretty, red, tear streaked face with kisses and bumps their noses together.

“You wanna shower baby?”

Steve scrunches his nose up and Eddie’s heart might as well not even be in his chest anymore with the way Steve has it in the palm of his hand. 

“No,” he breathes into the quiet between them. His hand tracing shapes across Eddie’s face.

“Wanna sleep. ‘M sleepy.” He nuzzles himself up under Eddie’s chin and breathes him in deep.

And maybe Eddie should exercise some control here and make him shower. He has come inside him a total of three times now and he still wants to sleep. But cleaning up can wait.

He likes him messy anyway.

[the-witchhunter]

Giant Sloth DP x DC

Due to clockwork shenanigans, Danny ends up with a pair of Megatherium Americanum aka the extinct ground sloth. Between this and his species saving discovery of the last female purpleback gorilla, he ends up on Damien Wayne’s radar for his conservation efforts. Unfortunately for Danny, “rediscovering” a previously extinct species of giant sloths is a lot harder to explain away, especially with Bats involved

[specialagentartemis]

Paleo Diet recipe, authentic to what humans ate in the Paleolithic Ice Age:

Step one, get several buddies together and kill a mammoth with a spear,

[crescentfool]

i've been doing a bunch of tartarus runs in reload lately, and it got me thinking about how i miss certain ways FES's clunky gameplay can characterize minato… (ramble about the great clock mechanic + leveling up party members in reload vs fes under the cut)

when i got to yabbashah block in tartarus (block 3), i remember commending the developers for adding the great clock mechanic. it's a much more convenient way to keep party members at the protagonist's level- so when you think about p3 from the perspective of trying to make it easier for people to play, the mechanic succeeds in this respect.

but now that i'm in adamah block, and that i've done lots of my once-a-month tartarus runs… i think that i got a little too dependent on it, and the way that i played through reload feels like a vastly different experience from how i played FES.

in reload, my party's levels are very lopsided. minato, yukari, akihiko, mitsuru, and fuuka are all level 90+, meanwhile junpei and aigis are at level 79, and then… poor ken and koromaru are at 71 and 64 respectively. (i never got to have a great clock for them…)

meanwhile, in FES, my party's levels were much more evenly distributed and were at least level 90. i did all of this manually for every monthly tartarus run because i enjoyed having options available for the taratarus guardians and monthly operations.

with how i perceive minato, i feel that the way i played FES feels more in-line with his character than me dawdling around waiting for the great clocks in reload.

FES's gameplay loop left me with the very strong impression that minato has to work twice as hard as everyone else in SEES does. it makes sense because, yeah, he's the leader, but something about having minato run through tartarus multiple times with different groups of people just to make sure that they are adequately prepared speaks volumes about his character, to me.

and while the tired mechanic is present in reload to some degree, most notably with allowing you to freely raise your courage stat when you visit edogawa after school… the tiredness system doesn't hit the same way that FES does, i think.

the way your party members in FES will call it quits when they return to the entrance floor at tartarus when they're tired, versus minato, in spite of all his tiredness and sickness, still pushes through tartarus because it's his responsibility…. idk!!! i miss that! i feel like this really hammers home the difference between minato and the rest of SEES, how minato doesn't really see himself as a human with needs worth respecting as long as he's useful to someone.

i don't think that tartarus being tedious (in FES especially) is not what most people would describe as fun, and i can respect people thinking it's a slog. but, regardless of how it feels to play, it doesn't change that FES's gameplay loop is a fundamental building block in how i perceive minato…

of course, i do recognize that you can just opt to NOT use the great clock in reload (and it's great when players are offered the choice to not partake in mechanics)! i definitely think that if someone really wanted to, they could manually level up party members, but i do feel that kind of playstyle isn't necessarily "incentivized" to the type of people who are into playing games for Having a Good Time. it's kind of like… "why would you do that when there's a much more convenient option available to you."

in any case! despite my woes, i do want to emphasize that i'm glad that reload has a much more smoother gameplay loop than the original P3 did, because it does make the game more accessible to people. having played both FES and reload, it feels very strongly apparent to me how the core gameplay formula of persona has really been refined in the past 18 years (to think og p3 was 2006 and reload is 2024.. time flies!). and reload has made revisiting a story that i love so dearly much, much easier because the gameplay just bops!

at the same time, due to my "i miss characterization informed by weird and dated FES gameplay quirks" woes, i still think that playing FES is worthwhile. (really, i feel this way about all iterations of p3! i think it's worthwhile to see what each version and side media has to say even if it doesn't Land™ for you.) but i also understand why people wouldn't want to play it, so i will keep writing posts about things i liked from FES's gameplay because i'm still very fond of FES (especially in respects to minato. these mechanics are so telling about him!!!) 💪

[wrylu]

idk why i'm so moody these days but i find my despair funny

aka my average day as of now

[hungryslothwrites]

i hope i am not just your friend but your first choice to chomp down on when you develop cannibalistic urges

[highladyofterrasen7]

We got Alex, Jules, Christian, Ava, and Bridget and Rhys’s baby in like 4 pages

[slothspaghettiwrites]

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 I miss him

MINOTAUR THOR!

let's just throw canon out the window and combine to different mythologies shall we

Or keep a bit of canon? fanon? Idk and say Loki cursed him to be Minotaur! But unlike in beauty and beast, when you finally get together there is no curse to be broken anymore really. He stays a minotaur, actually really loves being that form now, he can finally pick up Mjollnir again because has accepted himself and is worthy.

Other thoughts about Minotaur!Thor below -

Big big big HIMBO - he drinks his respect women juice at every meal

a sad goofball

I know they aren't technically Norse, but I think he'd have Highland Cow vibes- long shaggy hair, medium-length thick horns, a bit chonky, adorable, and golden.

Is a massive cuddler, let's say apart of the curse is that he trapped in a labyrinth, so he is a bit touch starved. When you stumble upon him, literally because he was taking his mid morning snooze, his first instinct is HUG.

He later apologizes for nearly squishing you because he doesn't know his own strength.

He doesn't try and trap you or manipulate you into staying with him. Thor just overshares, hardcore.

While you try and find away out, he just talks and talks and talks about literally everything under the artificial sun.

"I didn't know I could use my godly powers grow so much fruit. But it's so good, here have this passion fruit."

"Nope, don't go that way, that leads to the toilet. Honestly just never use toilet here."

"The worst vegetable to masturbate with Jackfruit. Sure it doesn't smell as bad as the Durian, but it gets all slimey in the worst way possible. I've had a lot of success with butternut squash."

"Once my brother, who is the reason I'm like this and not my normal godly form, once turned into a snake and stabbed. He's adopted though. All good fun."

Thor, of course, stumbled upon making wine. Hasn't figured out ale yet much to his upset, but damn does he make a fine fruit wine.

Drunk Thor is an absolute riot, even if you are stone cold sober.

He has loads of weapons, which he shows off to you, gives you a couple of his daggers with a wink. You don't know what that means.

There is one weapon he doesn't talk about, the hammer embedded in a rock at the center of everything. You try and pick it up, but can't.

He is moppy for the next two days of wandering through the maze. Not his usual self.

When you have your first heart to heart with Thor, opening up about how you ended up here, is when the first seeds of love being to blossom.

He maybe suggest you staying after that and maybe you spend less time trying to map out the labyrinth and more time skinny dipping and making out with a hot beefy Minotaur!Thor.

If you tell him you miss the rain, that thunderstorms were your favourite, he'd cry because that is something he can give you.

He would be so giddy for that moment. Taking you outside, making you sit on a stump or something. Almost like putting on a show for you, Thor dramatically brings the heavens down. The artificial sun is covered with big, puffy, dark clouds. Fat rain drops slowly fall to the ground. In the distance there is a flash then clap of thunder. Lightening crackles in the space between his horns, his eyes glow blue, he is captivating.

You guys dance in the rain. It's freeing, beautiful, and most fun you've had in ages.

You promise to stay with him then, no matter where he goes, you'll be by his side if he'll have you.

amen.

If you want smut you gotta ask for it 😂😂😂