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A screenshot of a work in progress fanfiction. It says "“You know, nobody gives a fuck. Hell, I’m pretty sure Soap and Gaz probably wax and bleach their buttholes or something. Shaved legs are nothing compared to that,” Roach says casually. The random factoid out of left field has Ghost freezing in pure bafflement, then sitting back on his knees. “They… what?” Roach shrugs. “I dunno. They seem to have tried every product in existence.” “Why the hell is that a product?” Ghost asks, exasperated. “Some people like waxed and bleached buttholes, I dunno,” Roach shrugs again. He knows Ghost won’t ask another question, but he’s getting the feeling that their lieutenant might not have done some exploratory searching on questionable websites. He stands up and claps Ghost’s shoulder. “Beauty standards are weird. You gonna come back down from here? God knows if it’s structurally stable.”"

#WiPWednesday #Ghost #Roach #CoD #NSFWText

A snippet from chapter 2 of "The Closet is Dark, You Know."

You can read Ch. 1 here!: archiveofourown.org/works/817993...

🧡💚💜🩵𝕴𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗🩵💜💚🧡
☆ @hodge-podge.bsky.social
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I told my mum I'm studying for my Genetics exam, but in reality I'm masturbating in my room thinking about my boyfriend breeding me with his thick cock 🥴🥰🤭 #nsfw #smut #nsfwtextpost #sext #nsfwtext #goon #gooner #gooning #goonette #masturbating #masturbate #cock #breeding #dick #sex #pussy #nsfwbsky

Been awake for approx 10 min and I'm sitting in bed thinking of how much Angel fuckingg loves giving Husk head, moaning so loudly around his cock, encouraging Husk to hold his hair tight and buck up into his mouth.

...g'morning yall lmao

#huskerdust #nsfwtext

a screencap of a word doc: The other man- Angel’s co-star, he guessed, went over to him. Angel sat with his body angled towards the camera but not too far to be unnatural, listened to the directions as they started to kiss. Angel enjoyed it just as much as he had the first time, being filmed like that. It made his heart race, thinking he could watch it back. Anyone could. Angel didn’t know how many people had seen the other video and the thought went straight to his cunt. How many people had he pleased without even knowing it? Did they touch themselves to images of him? God, what a pleasure, what a privilege- Angel may have been in Hell, but there was something sublime about an orgasm. Angel didn’t come close to faking it as he fucked that guy in front of the camera, lost in the pleasure of the moment as well as the idea of the future, of that video existing somewhere, out of his control. The only purpose for a video like that was pleasure, it was- it was fucking amazing. Genuinely, Angel had to gasp for breath afterwards, chuckling, running his hand through his hair. "Have fun?" his co-star teased.

a screencap of a word doc: “You’re real good at that, doll,” Johnny said. Angel glanced over at him, almost forgetting he was there. Angel blushed a little. Sure, people called him that often enough- it mostly didn’t even sting anymore, although it was Savario’s favourite pet name for him. Alastor never used it. “At what, getting fucked?” Angel asked, grinning. “I should be. I’m a prostitute, you know.” “Oh, hey- didn’t know that, actually,” Johnny said. “I’d love to have you in some more videos. Pretty damn good audition.” Angel laughed, “I didn’t realize that’s what this was.” Johnny chuckled, too. “Eh, maybe not at the start. It was a favour.” Mimzy was sitting in a chair off to the side, flipping through a magazine. Angel shook his head. “Would’ve done it even if you weren’t so good, but, you’re fucking talented, kid.”

a screencap of a word doc: Angel started attending the showings, first. It was interesting, being in a room with a bunch of others watching sex on film. The one or two times he’d done that in life, he really wasn’t a fan, mostly because it was a bunch of normal men watching men and women have sex, and he couldn’t connect with it. Johnny’s films were different, though, he had Sinners of all types. A lot of them were themed, dressed up in clothing of different eras, with short little plots to go along with the fucking. Angel’s original video wasn’t distributed that way, but, he filmed another video a few months later that made it onto their little underground circuit. And, fuck, performing on stage got pushed to the side a little bit, yet again, as Angel became near-obsessed with the films. He went to every showing he could as long as it was compatible with his work schedule. Sometimes Angel would shut his eyes and try to figure out who in the room was actually touching themselves and who was just watching. He would sometimes slip the arm that was always hidden between his legs and quietly finger himself, too- not usually to completion, although in some of the puffier skirts he could get away with that.

a screencap of a word doc: Taking his face, Angel kissed his hook-up and slipped away, going back to the bar. He found someone else to dance with, then took himself home. Angel put on a record, flipped open his pocketbook calendar. Tomorrow, he had another fancy client, had already picked out an outfit. Pouring himself a glass of wine, Angel sat with his leg crossed over, thinking fondly of Edith, wishing he could tell her how he’d realized his dreams and he loved doing the kind of work he did. Angel still knew that not everyone in the industry was lucky the way he was. He’d had ability to select the place he worked, had picked a Madam that was kind and a business owner who cared about safety. Draining the wine over the course of a few records, Angel sighed, content. He wasn’t just some whore. He was an excellent whore, maybe the best out there today. Angel was happy with that.

hhhh okay one more for #wipwednesday I just- i love sex work being a HEALING thing for Angel so that's heavily incorporated into this au. if this whole work doesnt see the light of day bc i dont finish, i can at least share these lil passages~ scenes set in 1957

#nsfwtext #angeldusthazbinhotel

A screencap of a word doc: “It sounds like you were planning to explain what’s going on?” Alastor said, shifting his gaze to Valentino. Valentino scoffed- his two lower arms were slung at his waist. One of his upper hands was holding a perpetually-lit cigarette, the other he gestured with, “Oh, no- go right ahead if you want. “Fine,” Alastor said, “Angel, dear, you’ll be coming with me.” “Excuse me?” Angel said. “Yeah, uh-” Valentino shrugged a little bit, “sorry for the short notice, babydoll.” “What’s he mean, Val?” Angel asked, “wh-what lare you talking about?” Valentino pulled a face, lifted his cigarette, took a drag of it. The sweet scent followed as he exhaled. Angel couldn’t feel any of the calming effects from this far away, though. “What he said is true. I- your contract is in his hands, now.” “What?” Angel balked. “Don’t worry, we’ll pack up all your things,” Alastor said, snapping his fingers. Valentino rolled his eyes, obvious even behind his pink glasses. Angel just blinked. “I- what,” Angel repeated.

A screencap of a word doc: Valentino just gestured a little again, “It’s- c’mon, Angel Cakes- we’ve- you and I have been on the outs a little lately, anyway, haven’t we? You’ve been bored with me.” “I haven’t,” Angel defended, feeling air caught in his throat, and then panic, “n-no, we’ve- Val, we’ve been just fine. We’re- I love you.” Valentino then, went to him, his jacket swishing to his side. Two hand came up, cradling Angel’s face. It didn’t help the choking feeling in his throat even though his hands were nowhere near Angel’s neck. “I know you believe that,” Valentino said, “and I care for you. It- it was probably unwise for me to ever mix business with pleasure in the first place,” Valentino tsked. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” “What,” Angel exhaled. Somehow, he was still breathing. The scent of the cigarette was almost noxious, too sweet, too close to him. Then, the oven beeped, and he practically jumped out of his skin. “I- what about my food? I just- cooked a whole dinner,” Angel said, voice flat. As if that s fucking important right now. “We can take that, too,” Alastor said, with another little snap. “Now. If you’ll take my hand, as well?” “No,” Angel started to say, but Alastor grabbed his wrist as Valentino stood back. Angel’s huge, distressed eyes landed on Valentino’s- he saw Val’s lip twitch, his brow pinch. He didn’t look happy, despite his less than caring words a moment ago.

A screencap of a word doc: “Fucks’ sakes,” a voice was grumbling. There was a bit of a clatter. Angel looked over and saw a catlike Sinner standing there, with wings and a tail, reaching up to grab some plates from a cupboard, wearing suspenders and nice slacks. No shirt. He was pretty fucking cute. “I’ll bring the food in,” Alastor said, taking some potholders and lifting the main dish from where it was being kept warm on the stove. Angel kept staring at the cat- he looked a little familiar. Eventually, he looked over, and Angel kept on staring at him. “Do I recognize you?” “You happen to frequent casinos sometime between 1980 and 1999?” “Uh…” Angel tilted his head, “sure I went to a few?” “One of ‘em mighta been mine,” the cat said. Angel put a hand on his chin, thinking. “So… the gambling Overlord?” “Former,” he said, still standing there, holding plates. “Husk!” Alastor called, from the other room.

A screencap of a word doc: Angel’s mind was fucking reeling. This had to be some sort of joke. He plucked his phone from his pocket. There was a voicemail from Val, speaking lowly, saying, “I’m so sorry for the shock, amorcito. Don’t worry too much. Your contract will be back in my hands soon enough. Te amo, my darling.” Angel rubbed his hand between his brow, listening to it back a couple more times. What- how would Valentino get his contract back? Angel glanced towards the bedroom door. He looked out the window and saw- trees, and a lake, in the dim light of the evening. He hadn’t seen that much greenery in more than a decade, maybe even 30 years. Pentagram City had barely any trees. Standing in front of the wardrobe, next, Angel tried to make sense of everything. He went over every detail in his mind from the moment Valentino stepped into the apartment. It was so fucking weird. Why would Valentino ever sell his contract? He held onto Angel’s leash tighter than he held onto his dick when he was edging himself for hours prior to fucking the daylights out of him. Angel was his top gal, his bottom fucking bitch. They’d done everything together.

Okayyyy #WIPWednesday~ a few snippets from an AU i may never finish, "Angel thinks he's on loan as a 24/7 housewife submissive for Alastor"

There's a bit of valangel but it won't last, main pairings to be huskerdust and radiodust since.. thats what i ship

A bit of #nsfwtext in the screencaps

i've caught him with his basest desires laid bare. fully exposed in body and soul. and if i could have my way, i'd turn them against him. a man so eagerly submitting to his own cock isn't too far from submitting to mine.

#nsfwsky #nsfwtext

Just started a #nsfw account on #substack. Can't wait to publish some of my work and share it here with the #nsfwwriting community here!!!!!
#eroticwriter #smut #spicywriting #nsfwtext

A screencap of a Word doc: “You should probably take your shirt off. Check and see you didn’t get a burn,” Vincent said. When she glanced over, he was facing away from her, looking at whatever document she’d spilled coffee on. She couldn’t tell if he was joking or- something. Angel blinked. And if he was serious, did he mean she should take it off right here? Even if he didn’t- she lifted her hands to the front of her shirt, still clutching paper towel in one palm. “R-right.” “Just to be safe,” Vincent added. Maybe he was serious. If he was kidding, Angel hoped he wasn’t going to flip out, or laugh at her, it was- a good opportunity, maybe. Chancing it, Angel undid the buttons on her shirt and placed the soiled paper towel at the edge of his desk. Glancing down, she spotted that some of it had gotten on the floor. Angel rolled her eyes and took another piece of the paper towel, running it over her chest a couple of times before bending down to wipe up the spill on the floor. Exhaling, Angel stood up and touched her skin. The bra she was wearing was stained, too, mostly at the top. Angel didn’t think to bring a change of clothes- guess she’d be stuck in a damp shirt all day. Sliding her eyes over, she saw Vincent had turned around, was leaning against the counter, the coffee-stained documents still in his hand.

A screencap of a Word Doc: “Hm,” Vincent said, still staring at her tits. “Does your skin feel hot?” “W-well, a little,” Angel said. Vincent smirked up at her, now. “Here,” he said, “my hands are pretty cold right now.” Angel blinked, and he lifted his other hand, placing it just below her collar. His hand was cold, and big. Instantly she imagined his strong-looking fingers touching her other places. “That feel alright?” Vincent asked, looking down- there was something playful to his voice, and a feigned innocence. “Y-yes, Mr. Whittman,” Angel nodded. He moved down a little, over the top of her left breast, and she made a little noise. His eyes met her again. “Does it feel better than alright, Ms. Deering?” “U-um,” Angel pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth, “w-well…” Vincent slid down and squeezed her breast, Angel gasping softly. “I’m guessing the answer is yes, Angel.”

A screencap of a Word doc: Suddenly, there was a flash in the back of Angel’s brain and she broke the kiss, leaning back. “Sir- you have a 9am.” “Oh, shit,” Vincent laughed. He didn't seem too phased, just kissed her neck again before stepping back. “Here. You can take my jacket,” he said, pushing her shirt and letting her bra fall to the ground, “since it happened in the line of work, I’ll get these dry cleaned for you.” Angel’s mouth fell open again. “Unless- you have a roommate you can call to bring you a change?” Vincent asked, picking up the bra, wrapping them up. No option was given to just have her clothing back, of course. “I-I may be able to figure something out.” “Actually…” Vincent said, going to another cupboard, one up top this time. He rummaged around, pulled out a men’s shirt with light blue stripes. He tossed it at her. Angel slid her arms into the shirt. Vincent was a little broad in the shoulders, and while her own were a bit more rounded than they had been as a man, her frame was slighter than his still. She stared at the buttons for a second before remembering they were done up on the opposite side. She buttoned them up hastily, skipping one near the bottom and tucking it into her skirt anyway.

A screencap of a Word Doc: “Jeeze, what clutzes we are today, huh?” Vincent said, righting the coffee mug in an instant. “Sorry about that, doll.” Angel glanced over her shoulder and went back to the cupboards, to grab the paper towel that was still out, “Oh- an honest mistake, Sir.” “Of course,” Vincent said. He sipped from the mug again, tossed the thing he was supposedly about to hand her back onto the desk. Angel blotted at the skirt and then walked over to wipe the edge of the desk. Vincent hadn’t moved an inch. Angel glanced at the floor and stepped back a little, bending over forwards to wipe at the floor, her nose practically catching the buckle of his belt. “Your skirt is soaked. We really should make sure you didn’t get a burn on your thigh, there.” Angel slowed the motion of her wrist and looked up from where she was bending in front of him. Part of her wanted to drop to her knees and yank his pants down, another wanted to call him a pig and storm out. He knew damn well the coffee wasn’t hot enough to burn, he was drinking it.

okay #wipwednesday lets goo take these from my weird ass #staticdust WIP. Angel is a demon disguised as a human woman, Vox is a human. Angel's working to entice him into a deal w Al

#nsfwtext in the screencaps. im not sure if anyone else is gonna like what im playing with & how but /I/ do.

#Gloryhole Cleaning Part 5:
Her tongue slide, then lips smack, & nibble trying to collect any #cockcheese partials that remained. This is #disgusting so why was it so hot! She pulls on my #balls
"Damn, keep doing that!"
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#Gloryhole Cleaning Part 4:
Her tongue circles on the tip tasting my #ripedick then place it back in her mouth. Not sucking just holding it inside. Her warm breath & saliva felt so good
"FUCK!" I wanted to melt
#erotica #smut #spicywriting #bisexual #Blowjob #nsfwtext #cd #blackcrossdresser #gaysex

#Gloryhole Cleaning Part 3:
breathe deeply waiting. Her nose brush against my #musty #softdick & under my balls. I could hear her inhaling my #odor. I felt warm breath from her open mouth before she take my dick
#erotica #smut #spicywriting #bisexual #Blowjob #nsfwtext #cd #blackcrossdresser #gaysex

#Gloryhole Cleaning Part 2:
"Is it #unwashed?"
"Yes" last week I was clean & showered. After sniffing my dick, she kicked me out
"Is it #musty?"
I drop my jeans to my ankles, step up & place my #softdick inside
#erotica #smut #spicywriting #bisexual #Blowjob #nsfwtext #cd #blackcrossdresser #gaysex

#Gloryhole Cleaning Part 1:
Looking at the sheet with a big cut in it. My #dick was #unwashed, #musty, & a build up of #dickcheese. Behind the sheet a #blackcrossdresser ready to use their mouth to polish my dick clean
#erotica #smut #spicywriting #bisexual #Blowjob #nsfwtext #xdresser #blackgay

Tried to write an #flashfiction #erotica on here. Doesn't flow right when you have a word limits and have to make space for hastags lol #smut #nsfwart #nsfwtext #spicywriting

A True #Squirter Part 7:
I look down at our mess. The sheets soaked, my body wet, her #pussy was dripping with my two #loads #cum it slides out onto the sheets Our eyes meet, I give her a last #nasty #kiss #erotica #milf #creampie #over50 #interracial #nsfwtext #spicywriting #bbw #smut #mature #bbc

A True #Squirter Part 6:
I don't #pullout, "I got another!" I say pulling her #thick legs up to my shoulder and kiss her ankles
"Give it to me!" She moans
I start to thrust again forcing my #dick to shoot an add a second #load inside her
#erotica #milf #creampie #interracial #nsfwtext #spicywriting

There's nothing like having a #tgirl in my graps and holding her body tightly against mine as I pump their #pussy full of #cum while I kiss on her neck!
#trans #bitop #bareback #nsfwtext #smut #tgirllover

I Love when #wives give me #eyecontact as I fuck their #husbands making him my #bottomslut. Even hotter if she hold it as I dump my #load
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A True #Squirter Part 5:
She gasp as I pinch both her #nipples while thrusting between her #fat legs "Im gonna bust!" I plunge my tongue into her mouth a sloppy kiss sounded similar to her #wetpussy. My body tense as I #cum deep inside her
#erotica #milf #pawg #interracial #nsfwtext #spicywriting

After I #breed a #swinger #couple & Leave both of them leaking with my #cum I become a lot more hopeful that a love like this will find me lol
#bitop #bulltop #threesome #smut #bicouple #bareback #cumdump #nsfwtext

I LOVE #bottom eyes lol. I'll either fall in love or #cum you'll never know. So careful with the #eyecontact
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The warmth and softness of a women's #breast make me #precum😩
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A True #Squirter Part 3:
I admire her build as I slid my #dick in her #wetpussy. She's a work of art #over50, nice #fatbelly & legs. I rub her #fatrolls on her stomach & thighs as I massage my rod & her juicy pussy as her #bigtitties flop
#erotica #milf #pawg #interracial #nsfwtext #spicywriting

I'm not ashamed being a community #top! All the local #bottom #twinks #tgirls & #femboys deserve a reliable #blackdick to make them feel good! #gaysex #bisexual #nsfwtext

"My #cum doesn't belong to me. It's yours! You either have to #beg or #demand and I will deliver!"
#load #breed #cumshot #nsfwtext #smut

A True #Squirter Part 2:
She wasn't lying! A #nipple between my lips, my thumb rub her #clit. She moans and gasp as her #pussy squeeze & push my three fingers with a wet explosion. I watch my fingers drip with her juices. My #dick is next #erotica #milf #pawg #spicywriting #interracial #nsfwtext

"EAT THAT PUSSY BABY!" She says As I cover my face with her #pussy juices #licking, #sucking, and flicking her #clit. The deal is If #eather I can #fuck #raw & #creampie her with no extra charge
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A True #Squirter Part 1:
"My #nipples are sensitive, it drive me crazy!" Is what she text. Now that's my focus for this session. She was already naked under her sheets when I entered the cheap motel room. I get nude #dick hard & join her in the sheets #erotica #milf #pawg #interracial #nsfwtext