#adult writer

[an-alien-writes]

Sheila 2025

IT was one of Sheila's special days and she didn't want to do it, she was already too hot and too tired, but she'd embarrassed herself to be here, as a motivation is what she told herself, it wasn't that she regretted it, it was more that she just wanted a break for today a reprieve from the burning a respite from the warmth. She hoped she hurt after this, that she could punish that spark inside them that forced her to do this twice a week. They'd had a long day and usually this was her relief from that, it'd been three days and the stress was piling up. Sheila gathered together her chosen means of meditation and in her room she started to undress, folding her work clothes up and laying them on her bed for later, the cold air of her flat touched her skin and made them sigh, her eyes closed.

She was objectively poor, she had good homemade food and she managed her bills but only her head was afloat, she couldn't swim, she couldn't rest. It felt like only a matter of time before she drowned, not from debt she promised herself, but maybe bankruptcy would kill her. Saving money and bettering yourself was impossible in this city.

Opening her eyes they were a new being, a subservient and the served, with new eyes she sorted the old clothes into the laundry baskets and got out new clothes for the girl who would need them. That girl walked to the bathroom and turned on the water. Someone had broken the boiler a long time ago and it didn't regulate the heat anymore it was dangerously hot. The girl knelt by the small tub and watched quietly as the hot water rose up and hot condensation filled the room, the ground was old rough wood, too soft in some parts, it needed tiling but she wasn't to complain. She was to watch, she was to fill a bath up with hot hot water, she tested the half filled bath and found it was 40°c, turning the cold tap on the girl waited until the thermometer had a reading of 33°c turning both taps off, she picked up a weighted waterproof belt and cuffs and with silence she worked. Adding weights to ankles and wrists, finally picking up the belt made with pockets to carry weights, she buckled it securely around her waist.

Making a step into the hot water, taking a breath when the burning seeped into skin up to calves, lowering slowly to knees, slowly resting on ankles, breathing picking up, unsteady, the girl know she had to steadily gain control, her breathing returned to a steady in and out as her lower body got used to the burn. The girl started to breathe in all the way one could and breathe out as completely as one could, retaking a full breath, the girl lowered all the way underwater, stretching out legs and arms, feeling the tug of war between gravity and buoyancy. The burn traveled up her back and hit her face, and with all the dangers she was in she relaxed consciously, letting the oxygen travel slowly through her body, imagining herself laying in a hot spring with the sun shining down on her.

Hearing the first bell, she rose and let out her breath, taking another and letting it leave fully, then retaking fully. Resupplying her oxygen was as relaxing as it was practiced, every 30-40 seconds a bell would ring. Sinking again she waited for the next 39 bells before she could rest. Burning would slowly become heat and warmth and she would be a bit dizzy and her heart would race and the girl would observe and learn and Shelia would have catharsis in her little bubble of 'breathe, remember to breathe and imagine a better life.'

Sheila had been holding this ritual with herself since she was twelve years old. Now the water was hotter and her body was weighted properly, now she held this twice a week, now she fought for a two hour unpaid break at work on Mondays and Thursdays, now she had been having special days for over ten years. As the last bell rang the girl rose up for the final time and letting the water flow away she mourned the loss of this world. Rising from her knees she padded her way back to the room of another, drying a body, drying hair, dressing in new clothes, slipping back on the work clothes left folded on the bed. As Sheila finished tying up her hair in a claw clip, she looked at herself in the mirror they were a new being, served and subservient, ready to face the world again for a little while, maybe just maybe this was a good reminder of what this ritual did for her, maybe it was a reminder that she hadn't grown up at all.

[fianaturie]

Drip (Poem) Rated R

Warmth gathers. Feeling full. Stretched like a tight latex balloon Tingles turn to ache. touching not allowed tortuous warm air on frazzled skin Mouth parted. Eyes squeezed tight. No touching allowed. want to touch. need to set dam free. Intensity almost too much to bear Then I feel it Drip It went to the floor. Drip Please do some more. Drip Three times can you see. “Good girl. Cum for me.” (I…

[karahelenterzis]

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[o-writers-woes]

[gothamite-rambler]

Jason (crossing his arms with attitude): What are you going to do? I refuse to apologize.

Bruce stared at Jason in shock, and in his anger, he made a decision that every parent dreads.

Bruce (stern tone): You are grounded!

Jason (this is a whole adult, defiant): You can't ground me!

Bruce (firmly): Grounded!

Jason (shouting, confused): But I don't even live here!

Bruce turned Jason around and pointed to the stairs leading to his old room. Jason was too stunned to respond.

Bruce (stern, but calm): Tonight. Your room. Grounded!

Jason (stammering): I- I- Wait- This isn't fair!

Bruce (scolding parent voice): I'm very disappointed in you. Now go to your room. I'm only doing this because I care for you. Grounded.

Jason (face turning red with anger and sadness): This is some bullshit!

Jason stomped upstairs and slammed the door to his old room. The sound of random items being tossed around echoed through the house.

Bruce (indifferent): He'll work it out of his system. I'm going to bed.

Dick (looking at Tim, then Bruce as he heads upstairs): Did you just ground a 23-year-old?

Tim (surprised): And did it work?

Bruce: You forget I'm Batman.

[dora-papp]

Writers who can draw too

Those motherf*ckers

You don't have the faintest idea how lucky you are

You're awesome, keep it up

[deimosatellite]

[kimiko24-art]

Please please I'm begging you let's explore more adult/darker themes in self shipping

[an-alien-writes]

Sam and Mattie have a cuddle session

Rated: Mature/E under the read more

This is really sweet tbh

Mattie approached Sam like a snake slyly slithering up to him, slouching slightly to rest his head on Sam's shoulder and hugging him from behind. Mattie let his hands roam and lightly touched Sam's belly, holding him like they're precious. Kissing where Sam's check and neck meet. Mattie loved kissing him, hugging him.

Sam saw Mattie a mile away and pretended they didn't, as Mattie's arms threaded through his arms he rested backwards and sighed, being loved by Mattie was so easy, feeling surrounded by his height, bringing him low to shower his affection so openly on him, on him! He felt a lump in his throat and turn in Mattie's arms, 'love you' he whispered and hugged Mattie back, muscles meeting and softly giving to fill eachothers spaces.

Mattie straightened up and held Sam close for a moment before moving his hands to the back of Sam's head and looking down in his eyes pouring all of his devotion into the look, leaning forward into him, he nipped at Sam's lips softly placing a kiss there, 'love you too Samuel' he winked and kissed him again, this time for a longer peck, making an exaggerated kissing noise when he was finished. Still holding eachother closed, Mattie leaned into him with his head on Sam's shoulder again.

Sam scoffed when Matthew called him Samuel, but then he kissed them so what was he supposed to do lol, he liked Mattie's kisses, they were stupid and always unexpected, sometimes messy and uncivilised, sometimes sweet and corny, Sam thought maybe Mattie was just going to leave their encounter as a long, comfy, delicious hug session but then he broke the silence with 'I want you, is that mutually agreeable?' with no preamble, Sam squeezed him in reply, 'I'd like to help, yeah!' he rolled his eyes, pulling Mattie along by the hand.

They moved at a slow pace just enjoying holding hands, walking and kissing, till they made it to their bedroom leaving a felt rose in the basket as a do not disturb sign. Sam loved their height difference, he fit right under Mattie's chin, and so he held Mattie's other hand too as he stepped forward and leaned up, kissing Mattie's Adams apple, before opening his mouth and feeling it with his tongue, he could feel Mattie's breathing and he could hear their heartbeat, Sam loved annoying him with his sloppy kisses. Moving their hands up he asked 'would you keep you hands in one place if I asked you?' before continuing to kiss his neck.

Mattie didn't mind how this was going, it was sweet and felt good it always felt good with Sam, so he let sam know that, 'I would, love, for you' he Sharply took a breath as Sam bit down on his shoulder, now he was the one who made the exaggerated popping noise 'really, for me you say, interesting' Sam looked up at him with a sparkle in his eyes and it made Mattie want to grin down at him, he loved seeing Sam from this angle, his height ment he saw Sam in snapshots, he didn't get the whole picture and it was enticing, when he did get to see him it was down his nose, the irony not lost on him.

Sam knew that just as much as he loved the height difference so did Mattie, he could see it on his face, the way it would light up when he saw his face and the humour in his eyes that he was privately enjoying himself, Sam moved Mattie's hands around his back 'hold me darling' he teased and moved his hands up to caress Mattie's strong body, following the contours in their muscles, reveling in the comfy feel of alive warmth beneath his fingers, Sam kissed him though their white t-shirt and felt happy.

Mattie was ready for kissing, ugly sloppy kisses and some horizontality, so he whined because he knew it would annoy Sam and that might move things forward, 'ew, gross Matthew' Sam let out and Mattie swooped and took his mouth, devouring it as best he could without his hands for support, he loved this bit, the convincing Sam to let him make them come bit, 'I'll kiss you tons after, tons Samuel and we can cuddle, sweet sweet cuddles Samuel' this time he was cut off by Sam, a extra tongue in his mouth was more of a surprise then the tug towards the bed, yet both had been surprisingly easy to achieve.

Kissing Mattie was always fun, the push and shove the slip and slide, the wet minty warmth, Sam held Mattie cheeks gently as he pushed themselves closer, feeling the cold air in their mouths and the wet slightly rough slide of tongue and teeth and lips, they broke apart slightly and they were both breathing unsteady 'yummy, you're so yummy bro' Sam said through breaths, 'gross Samuel, bad Samuel, why?' Sam shrugged 'sorry not sorry' Sam started to laugh as Mattie's scandized expression 'genuinely just said it to see your reaction, it was good, it was good reaction.'

Falling onto the bed they started kissing again before Sam reached out his hand towards Mattie's waist unbuttoning his jeans and trying to stay kissing him at the same time as stripping his beautiful legs of the layer between his hands and Mattie's imperfect skin, 'Samuel, pookie that's not going to work' Mattie helped him remove his jeans and helped Sam with their trousers too, legs bare Sam started stroking from Mattie's hips to his knees, it felt good to be kissed and caressed at the same time, Mattie was laid on their back, Sam at his side loving him slowly.

Mattie was feeling very relaxed and very horny which was a conundrum indeed, he moved to rid his body of his tight boxers when two hand grabbed his wrists 'you practically promised' Sam sulked and squeezed his wrists lightly. 'darling come on' Mattie whined again and in the next moment Sam had deftly removed their boxes. 'fluke' groused Mattie, 'I can always put them back on just as quickly if that's what you want, Matthew!'

Sam grabbed their bottle of lube and cracked the lid open and the little hinges creaked, squeezing some into his palm he straddled Mattie resting on their thighs, 'no, no you carry on I promise it wasn't a fluke yes, yes' Sam grinned down at Mattie as Mattie spoke, wanting to tease him they stroked the whole of his length getting them both to full mast, adding lube to both their Shafts he moved them together trapped in his gently squeezing hand, leaning forward he caught his partner's lips in his and sucked and licked and kissed while pumping their lengths together, soon though Mattie's neck was straining and he laid straight again so Sam kissed his chest instead.

Mattie was whining involuntarily now, it always felt so fantastic anything they ended up doing but somehow this had become their favourite, the slippery mutually delicious touches and squeezes the half control they shared and split, they were both panting now and Sams forehead was resting on his chest, his eyes were glazed over in pleasure, 'look at me darling, let me see your gorgeously pleased face' Sam groaned and his hips shuttered and he thrust into the hand that joined them, he looked up with some effort and they locked eyes as Sam jerked and twisted and squeezed till they both came, milking them through the orgasm.

'would you like some, Matthew?' Mattie was too far gone right now to understand what the question ment so he nodded anyway, Sam was holding a bottle of water to his lips in the next moment, And oh that's what he ment, he drank till he felt better 'thanks sweetheart' Sam rolled his eyes at his corny partner and kissed him on the cheek 'can I help you shampoo later' Sam grinned at Mattie's bemused look and then started laughing 'we're so lame, Samuel,' now they were both softly laughing 'is that so, Matthew?' Sam kissed him sweetly for a moment.

Mattie groaned at the idea of leaving their cozy bed but made to get up anyway 'come on than shampoo freak' Mattie leaned forward and held out this hand, Sam took it and stood up too, Mattie kissed his check and let out a sigh, 'pretty' Sam eye's locked with his so fast he was surprised they didn't have whiplash 'I'm dirty, ya weirdo' Mattie grinned, 'your pretty and your dirty, and besides, it's you who made us dirty' they'd made their way into the bathroom and with only their t-shirts to take off they were soon in the warm shower helping eachother with their shampoo.

[verawhisk]

mommy astarion inspired by the cute awesome @fire-shadow-dragon-god :’)

[verynonyideas]

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 254

So. Danny might have accidentally become a bit of a cryptid. He didn’t mean to, but he’d become a bit nocturnal- like many an Amity Parker- and it wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t be bothered to make sound when he was tired. Or pretend to breathe or, okay, he could see why he kept freaking people out at the grocery store he kept going to. 

But it wasn’t his fault! He has to get food too! And really is it anyone else’s business? Seriously he thought that people wouldn’t be so surprised with how much magic is everywhere. Like you’d think they’d never seen someone who wasn’t fully human before or something. 

Oh great, there’s a journalist at the grocery store now- he’s going to ignore that and finish his shopping and then continue his online work. Ooh, and eat icecream. He deserves it for potentially putting up with this. 

Oh, it’s a little baby reporter, first couple of article thing. Adorable. 

[secretidentie]

Bruce finally feels settled in his role as batman. Dick just went to college, the Justice league is doing well and he's got a new Robin. So he decides it's finally time he made his parents proud and finish medical school (and totally not because he wants to be in college at the same time as dick, that's ridiculous Alfred).

Obviously since he's the prince of Gotham he can't really go to Gotham U without being recognized or harassed and since he owns half the buildings he knows he won't be treated fairly so he decides to study in Metropolis.

This is how he ends up in a communication and ethics elective class with a Clark kent, a journalist for the daily planet who is getting his PhD. They slowly develop from strangers to study buddies and maybe even more while Bruce balances academic pressure, with being batman and a dad to dick 2.0 jason.

As the year goes on and he has to deal with assignments, group projects, literal teenagers and not always being perfect Clark's apartment slowly becomes a safe space as he learns to ask for help and accept change.

[misskaboom]

[kindalonely-ngl]

Jujutsu kaisen really has one of the best, if not THE best fandom with creatively nasty smut writers. I said what I said.