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[robloxbannedme4terrorism]

Deeper Into The Bottom

An in depth look int the mind of RobloxBannedMe4Terrorism

Eleviation of choices is freedom. As i started accepting my position in society and the bedroom i came to the realization that some choices carry weight and i hath become encumbered by my own responsibility.

Then they said to me three words to alter the voyage of my life; Submit, baby boy. My awakening commenced, the dorment bottom energy inside of me breached the surface of my being as i audibly whimpered out of something that could only be described by the experience itself.

All of a sudden i was owned by another. Aimless and lost as I was before i have now been given one simple job, to gratify the one in control of me.

The revelation that has blown me (???) out of the water came as a shock, but looking back at things in my life I am realizing the truth was always there inside of me just like my dormant bottom energy. Several cascading events falling into place in my life proving to myself that i truly have always been a bottom.

The universal cosmos is a form of art constantly thrusting itself forwards in time working in tandem with every individual soul. A word i find particularly fascinating and poignant is symbiosis, two roles with opposing behaviours to form a equally beneficial connection.

Just like laws of nature the laws of bottoms and tops is written in our very own nature. One to do and one to take, one to push and one to hold, one to top and one to bottom. Symbiosis.

The End

[missmimii]

I cannot physically do it anymore guys

fuck me PLEASEE

[animentality]

[mearchy]

Maximus is so fun as a character to me for two reasons:

He's a slave to his most selfish desires at his core, and that selfishness allows him to do cold, evil, ruthless things over and over again. And that's not something that he becomes and it's not some crazy plot twist that gets revealed to us, as though his normal personality is a veil. His personality is genuine, it's just driven by the deeper motives that get more revealed throughout the show. And then you start to reinterpret all of his other actions in a different light and go oh.

This set of character traits gives him the funniest ability to repeatedly be like "I will kill people, I will commit violence, because I have strooong values/opinions related to this!" and then somebody gives him some friendly company or, like, a bathrobe. And he's like "ohh :) Nevermind, I would trust you with my life if it meant I could have more of this. Would you like my social security number."

[sanatomis]

let’s go read fluff !

smut “aw, dang it!”

smut “aw, dang it!”

smut “aw, dang it!”

smut “aw, dang it!”

fluff . . . with smut “aw, dang it!”

[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 !

[nateezfics]

good morning to hong’s thick cock and hong’s thick cock only. 🥴

[isawas-here]

Sticky Situations P.B.P

(first off I’m sorry I’ve been inactive this summer I’ve been busy so forgive me lol I’ll try to create more fics for you guys! ps. I thought the gif was funny 💀)

WARNING NSFW AHEAD!

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you were arching your back so far you felt like it would snap in half, but that’s what Peter did he would make you snap. Your husband was tongue deep in your cunt. Unraveling you in every way possible, he wasn’t that experienced when you first had sex so you guided him to made you feel good; what pleasured you. Now he knows every way to leave you fisting your sheets. “God Peter!” Your hips were bucking up as you were fisting the brown haired man between your legs, he just hummed sending more vibrations towards your pussy. He pushed your hips in place tasting all you had. You were moaning so load you felt that the neighbors might hear, and it wasn’t the first time either. He rocked your shit. You were in for it though you kept on teasing him about his outfit and how it hugged him in the right places. It sent him over and now you were here. He was sucking your clit like it was the last bit of water on earth. You felt a orgasm coming on as he pushed you over the edge. His nose was rubbing against your cunt which was overly sensitive. You felt the rush and your legs were shaking as you closed them around his head. You gave out as you released your last whimpers and moans. You were breathing hard and felt more relaxed than ever. Peter got up from the edge of the bed and you looked at you and smirked than asked “Was I good baby?” His hooded lids were almost closed. You moved down towards you as you cupped your hand on his cheek. “Yes you were perfect” you smiled weakly. He started kissing your neck, the pleasure building up again. “Come on honey, let’s take a hot shower”. He lifts you up bridal style and starts a shower.

Sorry if this was short but I thought it was cute 😭‼️

[justabeautifulgirl]

Your dad looks at your lips, they were so much like your mothers. You stare at him wondering what he's thinking. He's kind of handsome, the thought strikes you although it's not like you haven't thought about it before. He leans back breaking the tension of the moment and you startle, noticing you had unknowingly leaned closer to him. Embarrassed you get up and leave. Later that night you were still in your room and your dad knocks on your door. You tell him to come in and you can immediately tell he's drunk, your lights are off but you see him swaying slightly in what little daylight is left streaming through the window. He sits on your bed and you sit up next to him. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and you lean into him. He smells good. His arm comforting you, you look up and see his eyes were sad but there was something else there, maybe, love.....lust? You quickly lean in and kiss him, his stubble rubbing against your face. He tastes like bourbon and his hands come up to the back of your head as he leans deeper into the kiss. "I love you." you mumble into him. You throw your leg over him and straddle his lap. You can feel his cock pushing against the seam of his pants hard.

[missmimii]

HIS EYES??

I’m so beyond done

[iloverumpusmcfowl]

im actually the biggest jubal pomp fan like 100% unironically i think he is a great addition to the duck universe and every story where he teams up with brigitta is actual peak

[jonnywaistcoat]

Hey Jonny, what do you do when you feel uninspired or not motivated? Like, you have dozens of ideas in your mind, maybe you really want to write them but you're distracted or not in the right mood or something? I guess there are two ways of doing this: either you pull a Stephen King and force yourself to sit down and churn out a set amount of words/pages/whatever and at some point you find your groove again. Or you look at the wall and have a long hard think and then possibly fall asleep while waiting for the right mood to come back? I understand the need to refuel with other media (games, movies, tv, books, etc), but.. in short, how do you get out of a block?

I mean, to be real, there are two answers to this, depending on how close I am to a deadline.

If I'm not close to a deadline it's resting and recharging. If my brain is crunchy (wrung out) it needs time off - I prefer grindy repetitive computer games combined with personality-driven nonfiction podcasts with friendly voices (A More Civilized Age is a current favourite). If it's empty (drained) I like to try to fill it with media I wouldn't normally consume - at the moment I'm doing a lot of buying old or weird Blu-rays second hand at my local CEX. I don't always get on with them, but they always give my brain something to chew on. I repeat these until the block passes or a deadline approaches (usually the latter).

If I have a deadline I just write the thing. I know that sounds like simplistic bullshit but honestly when you've been doing it for a long time you just get the knack for squeezing it out of your mind like toothpaste. It's not particularly fun, and you can always tell which stuff you've written like that, but the weird thing is no-one else can. People will point at something you know you just forced from your burned-out brainscape at 3am and say it's some of your best work. And they'll be right.

At the end of the day, my big point is that how inspired or blocked you are when you write something has surprisingly little impact on its quality, so the important thing is to find your own balance and methods to maintain your wellbeing. Every writer is different - go figure out what works for you.

[whumblr]

Dunno why people call Dredge a horror fishing game it's quite relaxing so fa--

*gets lost at night*

My only lamp: *crackles and stops working*

Something huge: *swims under my boat*

Dozens of eyes: *are staring at me*

Message on screen: something slithered into your cargo hold :))

HELLO?? I NEED TO DOCK!!

[the-original-skipps]

I have this smut fic sitting in my drafts for weeks cuz I’m struggling to finish it definitely not qualified to write smut for sure sighhhh

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄!𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖼, 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁!𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇, 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒, 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝗂 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾. }

jean who can’t help but speak french when he’s balls deep in your tight brown pussy that clenches down on his big cock, as if you were trying to break it off inside you to never forget his shape. jean who doesn’t understand why you’re squeezing him so tightly, as if he doesn’t have his whole horse cock deep in your guts, feeling as if it’s about to touch your heart. his deep groan in your ear as he speaks his native language makes your eyes roll back. “putain, tu es si serré bébé, c'est comme si tu essayais de me casser la bite.” you’re gasping to take in air when he pulls himself a few inches out. “fuuckin sshiiit jeaaan soo big daddy!” he thrusts himself back in watching your mouth part and tears welling up in your eyes. “chérie, tu continues à me parler salement comme ça et je pourrais te baiser jusqu'à ce que tu t'évanouis” he growls biting the fat at your jaw. “fuuuuckk daddy!” tears falling down your cheeks. now you know why eren calls him horse face.

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[scrunckled-idiot]

jane: de-eeeell, its pride month! you know what that means!

dell: