You wrote porn featuring your stuffed animals when you were a kid???? Wow, no wonder you're so good at it now. You've been writing smut forever! :3
I actually did, yes! I was… ehhh… twelvish? I’d had the nebulous beginnings of pretending some of my toys liked others more than the rest when I was very young, and it just sprouted. You should’ve seen/heard some of the scenarios me and one or two of my few girl friends cooked up when playing with dolls! Soap operas had nothing on us for all the wild goings-on. I found one of my stories some years back and some art I’d done to go with it. Wow, embarrassing. Heh.
Also, you are such a kind and complimentary anon! Thank you! I’m glad you like the smuttery. ;D
(RE: This post/reblog)
*sing-song* You wrote me pooo~ooorn! You wrote me pooo~ooorn! You wrote me Giles porn! YOOOOOUUUUUUU WROOOOOOOOOTE MEEEEEEEEE POOOOOOOOOOOOORN!!!!! *deep breath* thank you, thank you very much
Hee hee! I diiiiiiiiiid! And, in the process, you’ve helped me pop the cork on the smut blockage, m’dearie! I was hoping you’d like it! \o/ Woohoo!
dauphkantus answered to your post “My Smut Module Seems To Be Broken”
Hold onto it, pornmode will come back around eventually. In the meantime, here are some hugs and cookies *HUGS AND COOKIES!!! WOO!!!* <3
Yus. Seems to be the case. But I’ll not dump the porn battle fic, agreed.
Oooh, hugs and cookies! Yaaay! *hugsback and then noms cookies* Thanks, you. Also, long time no see. ;D
hiddenlacuna answered to your post “My Smut Module Seems To Be Broken”
I agree with the other two - let it simmer. Do some mental self-UST. You’re hurting now but that won’t be forever.
Thank you sooo much for the kind words, and the suggestion. I think my simmer was a short one, but it took just the right silly catalyst for it to boil over. So, I’m hoping I can ease back into my previous smut skillz, but at least I’ve made a start. :D
I hate it when you’re reading smut and you can’t figure out what position they’re in.
sometimes it just ends up being something like
Best. GIF. Evarrrr! (And perfect usage!)
Also? YES! I have to sometimes reread three times to figure out who’s on/in/under whom. Very weird.
Oh wise one, why is there not more Molly Hooper tentacle porn?
OMG! HOW CAN THIS EGREGIOUS INEQUITY CONTINUE?
Greg seductively mouths the icing off the umbrella while Mycroft licks a path all around the top of the donut with the tip of his tongue, getting just a little bit of it on his upper lip. I mean. Ahem. I may also need a moment.
*melts into puddle of aroused goo, steaming gently around the edges*
You, I like you. Yes. Yes, please!
Take your time…
Greg’s orgasm followed soon after, his fluids mixing with Sherlock’s on Sherlock’s taut stomach.
Only moments later,John was sitting up, hungry eyes raking over the sight Sherlock and Greg made, wiping his mouth clear of spit with one hand before bringing the other to his lips, meeting Greg’s eye as he cleaned his fingers of Greg’s spunk. John moaned, his eyes closing as he licked every molecule of Greg’s scent from his fingers. “That was… Delicious.” He licked his lips slowly as he let his hand pull away, eyes fluttering open again. His gaze rested on Sherlock’s spunk covered stomach, pupils blown with desire. “I don’t know if I want to lick it all up, or add to it.”
Sherlock gave half a laugh, breathless and gasping for air. “My vote is for adding to it. I don’t think I could stand the feel of your tongue on me again so soon.”
John grinned, a teasing smirk in the upturned corners of his lips. “And my cock rubbing against your stomach, hard and hot and slick with your own cum wouldn’t be too much?”
Sherlock shook his head half-heartedly. “Of course not. Your cock doesn’t have the habit of sneaking under my foreskin after I’ve just orgasmed.”
Greg couldn’t stop his own laughter at that, leaning forward to give John a kiss. “He makes a good point about that. Your tongue has a wicked way of showing its appreciation.”
C’mon, Sherlock, you know you want John to rub one off on you… *eyes glaze over, mind utterly gone to feeelthy places*
I’m sorry, what were we talking about?
On tumblr we don’t say “I love you”. We say, “hey I made you some porn” which means “I’m thinking of you deep in my heart and though I long to give you a hug and make you cookies you live too damn far away for me to comfort you conventionally”, which I think is beautiful
It’s true, I know I’m loved when there’s smut in my askbox/submit. *nodnod*
(Also, if I write you smut, that’s like a big squishy hug and a smooch on the cheek. With cookies, yeah.)
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GF: He leaned back, hands braced on John's thighs for leverage as he moved. Each downward thrust sent John's cock right against his prostate, and he couldn't help but to squeeze down on that thick member in response. He'd grip John's thighs harder to steady himself, and John would grip his thighs harder in return, which only urged Greg into a faster rhythm. "Fucking hell. Christ. I could ride you for ages. You have such a cock. So responsive. Fuck."
I swear I’m not drooling.
As far as you know…
They wrestled each other around, skin sliding and bodies tumbling to the floor. Each man strong on his own became fiery in contact with the other, demanding the pleasures of the flesh be slaked before they burnt like the fire of a sun. Sex noises were ridiculous unless you were part of the pair to become one, whimpers and growls, grunts and moans all becoming a little symphony, a duet that became their own.
Ooooh, another Anon with oblique smuttery for me! Amazing how it’s wonderfully erotic without actually being explicit. Woot! \o/
Woohoo! Thanks for the hotness delivered to my inbox!
I might have to write an orgy for science. My muse likes the idea of Sherlock and John coming to town, and in order for Sherlock and Carlos to test something, all 4 of them have to get it on. In pairs, of course. ;) (let's watch our boyfriends have sex, for science! And if we end up getting it on as well...)
I REALLY, REALLY LIKE YOUR MUSE, M’FRIEND! <3
FOR SCIENCE! \o/