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I went on a side quest in the last few weeks to teach myself how to write smut. It was unplanned, kind of just decided to write this randomly one weekend.

I was like, I don’t have to work on Monday, why don’t I use this 3-day-long weekend to write a quick 1–2 k words long oneshot (that somehow ended up 7.7k words long, idk how) to try my hand at smut? I was already planning on writing some sex scenes for my other fic TLK (a DazaixReader BSD fic), but I knew I would struggle once it was time to actually write them.

So I wanted to dip my toes in the art, you know, figure out the vocabulary and the expressions I should use, but more importantly, desensitize my shy ass to sex scene writing. I’m not like, a shy, innocent little girl who knows nothing of sex and would never touch it with a ten-foot pole, but I am a bit uncomfortable with the subject. But like, only when it comes from me? Like, anyone else talks sex with me and I’m fine, but you’ll NEVER catch me admitting to wanting to kiss a fictional character, that’s too much for my pure soul (/j).

I ended up stuck at one point when I was writing the first kiss scene and later on when the smut actually began. I was too shy to put my thoughts on paper, so this whole process ended up taking me 3 weeks instead of 3 days. But I powered through it, and once I got into the groove of writing, it wasn’t so bad! But it still felt so damn awkward lmao.

Anyways, enough with my personal struggles with the concept of sexuality. Overall, I think I didn’t do too bad, I’m pretty satisfied with the end result even though there are some things I would change if I were to go back. I think the entirety of the beginning of the fic (flirting with the hero + Tomura’s introduction) could be SIGNIFICANTLY cut down. I think it’s way too long, too much fake plot for my “Porn without Plot” oneshot lmao. It might have been a symptom of my nervousness to write porn, like I was nervous to actually write it so I kept coming up with useless things as a way to push back the thing that made me nervous, you know.

I also think the switch between “these characters are fighting” to “these characters are fucking” is pretty awkward. I did what I could with the whole jealousy thing, I think I could’ve executed it better, but whatever. This was meant as a writing exercise so I could practise a bit, so I guess it’s normal for it to feel weird and clumsy sometimes.

On top of that, I would have liked the 3 different sex acts to be longer. Compared to the beginning of the one-shot (and the never ending make out sesh that was also an attempt at avoiding the smut), it felt pretty short. I personally wouldn’t say it was rushed, since I spent at least 2 weeks on that part only (it’s fine if you disagree with this lmao), but still, it went by pretty fast when I read through the whole thing again at the end.

Anyways, that’s pretty much it for my comments. Even though I struggled quite a bit, I’m really happy to have gotten out of my comfort zone and to have tried out something new. I feel pretty good right now, and I’m ready to jump back on my TLK grind (I’ll try not to make you guys wait too long for another update lmao). I’ll say, working on fics in parallel to my 9 to 5 and my summer class is really hard, but it’s getting better!

Also, here’s a meme I made that perfectly encapsulates something that happened to me while writing this thing:

Asshole did it 3 times in an hour, gave me a heart attack every time (he needed help with his math homework lmao).

Robert was brought into the festival by Snyder’s Shoes as an ambassador for Peter’s Shoes, of which he wore a size 37AA brand. Prior to leaving Alton, a blister was discovered on his right ankle. The blister, at first, did not create a cause for concern and Robert continued on to Michigan for his scheduled appearances during the festival.

During one of his appearances, Robert had walked a lengthy distance which further irritated the blister due to a faulty, ill-fitting brace. As a result of his legs’ hypoesthesia, Robert was unaware of his worsening blain. He would then become very ill from the infection that ensued and had to sit and wait in the for several hours before the parade began – oblivious of the severity of his ailment.

At the time this photo was taken, Robert was already feeling ill from the symptoms his developing infection was causing. This infection would ultimately result in sepsis. Despite his worsening symptoms, Robert briefly showed signs of recovery at one point but his health quickly declined again. His younger brother and mother would then fly from St Louis to Michigan to see him after learning about his condition.

Robert’s final words, spoken on 14 July, were, ‘The doctor says I won’t get home for the celebration’. This was in reference his grandparents’ golden wedding anniversary on the last day of July. Robert desperately wanted to get home in time for the celebration but the doctor tending to him during his final days told him it would not be possible on several occasions.

In the early morning hours of 15 July 1940, Robert Pershing Wadlow, the world’s tallest man then and ever since, passed away in his sleep.