Quiet in the library

Jay|20|Black|Side acc for fic series and other stuff

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Intro

My name is Jay and this is basically my side account for my fics and writing stuff. I use tone indicators for both myself and my followers. 

My DNI/BYI

Series:

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Villain's Wife Support Group

All Hail the Queen

To the Stars and Back

Where the Ocean Flows

Celebrity Skin

Cross posted from AO3

Honor Among Rogues

Cosmogyral (Between Heaven and Hell)

The Picture of Monochrome

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Cruise Control

Part 2 to Joyride.

For @opalofoctober

Rating: 18+ only. MDNI

Warning(s): PiV sex, fingering, more titty sucking

Once the car pulled into the driveway, Weza had to pretend like she hadn't lost her ladylike manners merely an hour earlier. Like she hadn't felt Bro's tongue caress her breasts in way that left her reeling. Or how his kiss made her shudder with pleasure.

Thank goodness Dear was asleep or else she'd really be in trouble.

"I'm gonna go tuck him in," Bro said.

Weza didn't dare to look at him out of fear the memories of earlier would come rushing back. Instead she only replied, "Alright," before hurrying off to the bedroom. She released a shaky sigh of relief as she leaned against the door.

What's gotten into her? The real, proper Weza would've never allowed what happened in the car. But at the same time, the way he touched her felt so damn good. How he claimed her mouth and breasts left her wanting more. In fact, a small part of her was slightly disappointed things didn't escalate.

Nonsense! Bro was simply protecting the remainder of my dignity, Weza argued on her way to the shower. I'm sure he'll forget his promise and be asleep by the time I exit the shower.

Contrary to her beliefs, Bro intended to keep his word. After putting on some romantic music and lighting a few candles to set the mood, he then took out a small box of condoms.

"Gotta wash my hands," he mumbled. When he walked into the bathroom, he was greeted by a very pleasant sight.

"Bro!" Weza tried to cover herself. She got so wrapped up in her own world she must not have heard him come in the room.

His eyes trailed down those long, gorgeous legs. He didn't know why--well, he did--she felt the need to cover them all the time. He could get used to seeing them.

"Damn."

Heat surged in her face the longer his eyes stayed on her. Before she knew it, she was being carried from the tub to the bed. Hunger and desire blazed in Bro's eyes; causing Weza to shift her legs.

"Bro..."

"Get comfortable," he said lowly. "I'll be back in a few."

Obeying, Weza let her hair down--which she never did outside of haircare. She felt more naked than she already was.

Bro returned shortly after. His eyes widened when he saw her. She looked like a mermaid.

He took off the rest of his clothes and underwear before getting in bed with her.

Weza wrapped her arms around him as he hovered above her. Her eyes trailed down his body--from his chest to his half hard member. She was scared yet strangely excited. Never before had she seen her former husband fully naked and vice versa.

The music turned to a slow, sensual song. Leaning down, Bro captured her lips with his. Like before, his tongue explored each and every part of her mouth. He could listen to her moans for the rest of his life. Their tongues swirled and feasted on each other. His hands found her breasts, playing with them just like he did in the car.

"Bro, I..." Weza paused to moan as his tongue traced over the skin of her breasts. "Oh goodness."

"I'll be gentle with you, cariña," he whispered. The soft scent of coconut filled his nose.

He wasted no time in giving long and slow licks to her nipples. His cheeks hollowed as he took one in his mouth while teasing the other with his free hand.

Weza arched her back. If this was how he treated her chest, she was eager to know how he would the rest of her body. She ran her fingers through his hair, slightly messing up his braid.

While he savored the second nipple, his hand slid down between her thighs, to her wet heat. Bro ran a finger along her slit, earning a sharp gasp. He licked her essence as she breathlessly watched on.

"Estas deliciosa, mi amor," he teased.

Weza was speechless. Is this how he was when the sun went down?

"I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes." Bro ran two fingers on her lips.

Weza did as told. Bro stuck his fingers in his mouth, lathering them in saliva. He then started to slowly enter her cunt. Weza gasped again and held on tightly.

"I-I can't- oh!"

"You can do it, amor. Open for me." He kissed her cheek.

She spread her legs further. She never expected him to stick his fingers inside of her...lady parts. Oddly enough, she liked it.

Bro grunted as she clamped around his digits. This was definitely her first time getting fingered. He intended to make a good impression. Slowly he thrusted his pointer and middle fingers in and out of her.

"Oh Bro," Weza moaned.

"Talk to me. Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."

"M-more."

He gently padded his thumb on her clit. "Like this?"

"Yes!" As much as she was trying to keep her voice down, it proved to be difficult. "Oh yes! Right there!"

"Atta girl." He continued fingering her whilst rubbing her clit with his thumb. "Just tell me what to do and I'll take care of you."

His fingers hit spots she never knew were there. She pulled him close and kissed him hard. "Faster," she moaned. "Go faster."

That was all Bro needed to pick up his speed. Weza used one of the smaller pillows to muffle her noises. She tried to move her hips to go with his strokes.

"I have another surprise, cariña." Bro pulled out his fingers--much to Weza's dismay--and replaced them with his mouth. She gripped the sheets once he started eating her out at the same pace. The way his tongue toyed with her clit made her toes curl.

The moment he started sucking the clit was when she came undone. Weza trembled as she orgasmed. Bro happily took everything and helped her ride it out, kissing her quivering thigh once she calmed down.

"You alright?"

"I'm...fine," she panted, slightly dazed. "What...what was that?"

"An orgasm but some people call it cumming." He held her close since she was still shaking a bit. "Yours was pretty hard. Almost like it was your first time."

She got flustered.

Bro looked down at her. "Wait, that's your first orgasm ever?"

Weza slowly nodded. "I told you I endured the marriage bed because it was my duty as a woman."

Now it was his turn to be speechless. He knew her late ex was a man old enough to be her father but impotent too? He wanted to go find her father and beat the shit out of him for subjecting her to such torture. He quietly held her.

"I...I want more."

Bro licked from the slit up to her clit. His tongue swirled around in her walls. He reached for the box of condoms and grabbed one. By now, his cock was fully hard.

She watched him roll the condom on his dick. It was the appropriate size for a man of his build, which made her want it inside her even more. Weza bit her lip as he rubbed his cock on her pussy.

"Whenever you're ready."

"Yes. Oh yes."

He slowly pushed in to allow her to adjust to his size. Weza quaked from the just feeling the tip split her open. She now understood why he used two fingers. He leaned over as the remainder slid inside her. He took the time to observe her face. No matter what Weza looked like, Bro always thought she was beautiful.

"You alright?"

"Y-yes." Weza tried to regain her composure. Why was she suddenly acting like a virgin? She should be used to this. Once her legs stopped shaking, she gave him a nod.

Bro's movements were slow, gentle. He planted kisses on the crook of her neck. "You're doing great, Weza," he whispered. "I love you so much."

There's something about him saying her name in the throes of passion that made her hot. She pulled him in for another deep, heated kiss.

She bucked her hips, feeling the tip of his cock hit those same spots his fingers did. Bro groaned in response.

"Faster. Ravish me," she moaned in between kisses.

He pushed her legs back, picking up speed. His hips crashed against hers, skin on skin beginning to overtake the music. He moved one hand to rub her clit with his thumb.

Weza gripped the sheets hard. All that was on her mind was the pleasure being given to her.

"Shit, I'm gonna-"

"Inside me! Give it all to me!"

Weza cried out as both of them climaxed at the same time. Their foreheads touched while they rode it out together. Bro slowly pulled out and got up to take off the cum filled condom. He was about to throw it in the trash when Weza stopped him.

"Wait, I... I want to return the favor."

He was confused until she stuck her finger in the plastic and then licked his spend off her finger--just like he did before. Seeing it made his dick twitch.

"Do that again and we'll be up even longer," he jokingly warned.

Weza laid her head on Bro's chest once he joined her back in bed. Surprisingly, she enjoyed this and was glad he kept his word. She knew her behavior wasn't proper but sometimes it felt good to throw propriety to the wind. "Thank you for keeping your word."

"You're welcome. Anyone tell you you look great with your hair down?"

It must be a pastime of his to make her flush. "No. I've never taken down my hair for any reason other than maintenance. It's very...freeing, however."

"I love you either way. It doesn't matter what you look like," Bro yawned after kissing the top of her head. "Buenos noches, mi amor."

"Good night, Bro."

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Joyride

For @opalofoctober

Rating: 18+ only. Minors DNI

Warning(s): Titty sucking and that's about it unless I make a second part

A product of her time; that's what she was. Weza was taught about what a proper lady did and didn't do. A good woman was punctual, gracious, used polite language, and sat with her knees and ankles together. They certainly didn't get in gaudy cars with men who dressed like hoodlums or attend events catered to the types.

And yet.

Bro smiled reassuringly whenever Weza clung onto him. He didn't blame her. Lowriders took some getting used to for the uninitiated. He tried to ease her by giving her a small warning each time before he made the car hop.

Weza, on the other hand, tried to put on a brave face. Cars weren't supposed to bounce. She didn't want to embarrass him in front of the other people at the car show. A proper lady never humiliated her husband in public. She was, however, relieved when the bouncing finally stopped.

To make it up to her, Bro took her on a ride around the city--on the promise he wouldn't hop the car anymore. Eventually they stopped somewhere private and started talking.

"Do you forgive me?" Bro asked.

"It is yet to be decided," Weza replied ever so regally. "I did not appreciate this vehicle bouncing whilst we were inside."

"It's called hopping, amor. Lowriders are supposed do that." Again he couldn't blame her for her attitudes. Weza was raised in a certain environment. "You don't have to stay the car, y'know. I woulda let you get out."

"And bring shame upon you? Absolutely not." She knew he was right but refused to admit it.

Bro reached over and gently touched her face. "Amor, you don't have to put up with stuff for my sake. If you don't like being in the car, you can get out and watch. It's not shameful."

Weza stared at him, wondering why he put up with her when she acted the way she did. Even when she threw a fit about him hopping when Dear was in the car with them, he didn't get upset with her. This tolerance, this patience, all of it was abnormal.

"What's wrong?"

"N-nothing. I was just...thinking."

"About what?"

"I was thinking about why you tolerate my behavior. A sensible man would never allow a proper woman to act the way I do yet you say nothing. I have no right to tell you what to and not to do with your child but you listen to me as if I am his mother."

Bro's eyes widened then he smiled. Nzinga told him Weza was a product of her time and this moment was no exception. "Let me ask you something. Has anyone ever asked you for your opinion?"

"...no. Not after I got married," Weza quietly replied. "Why do you ask?"

"I like hearing what you have to say." Bro inched closer to her. The sudden drop in his voice combined with him wrapping his arms around her made her fluster.

Having his lips hover over hers made her shake. She wanted to scold herself for acting like a skittish virgin bride. She may not be properly experienced by today's standards but she endured the marriage bed many times. Surely whatever he was about to do wouldn't-

The kiss--a slow, deep kiss--left her boneless. Every moment, every part of her mouth his tongue explored, the way he'd suck on her bottom lip before diving back in for more made her hot. When he finally broke off, her breath had been stolen.

He made a low sound in his chest when he found a sensitive spot on her neck. He slowly ran his tongue over it, earning a shuddering moan from Weza.

She wasn't supposed to be acting like this. And yet...

A soft moan escaped her as he cupped then gently squeezed her breasts.

Bro wasted no time lifting up her turtleneck and unhooking her bra. Her breasts were medium sized and sagged a bit. He licked over the tops and sides, leaving her shivering for more. He then gently teased each nipple with his hands.

"O-oh!" Weza squeezed her thighs together.

He used this as an opportunity to kiss her neck again as his thumbs continued rubbing her teats. Weza ran her fingers through his hair.

After he broke off, his attention went back to her breasts. Like before, he slowly ran his tongue over the first nipple. Her back arched from the heat on the sensitive bud. Pleased, Bro turned his attention to the other, giving it the same treatment as its twin.

Weza's eyes rolled. She was in ecstasy. Wetness pooled in her underwear. She never experienced this with her late husband.

Bro licked his lips as he clipped her bra and put her shirt back on. "Felt good, amor?"

Weza's face spoke for itself. Her lips and chest were swollen from everything. "A-aren't you...?"

Smirking, Bro started the car again. "Don't worry. After Dear goes to sleep, we'll pick up where we left off."

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♱ | brat tamer Drolta drabble bc i need her to slut me out

♱ | vamp! reader, painplay, blood, degradation, mean dom drolta, drolta threatens to neuter reader which I don’t think is accurate to the time period but who caresss

“You’ve given me quite the attitude lately, little one.”

You hissed, clenching your teeth as her nails — elongated now, a lioness’ claws — raked along the back of your thigh. You felt the blood drip down, pooling below your foot as you trembled. There was no running from this punishment, you knew that — she’d propped you up, flat on your belly atop a too-high table that was commissioned for Erzebet’s absurd proportions. No expense spared for the Messiah, you thought bitterly.

You deserved it, you knew you did — disobeying, leaving bloody messes from your meals intentionally, knowing one thing she hated was a mess. But you’d wanted attention, and now you were getting it.

“I don’t like you needy,” Drolta said, still so calm, her voice airy. “Whining for my attention. I have far more important things to be dealing with than your…”

She paused, her other hand running along the lips of your pussy — dripping, because of course. She tutted, pinching your clit. A little squeal left you, legs kicking helplessly.

“Down,” she snapped, and you hiccuped, obeying. Drolta sucked her teeth, watching as the wound she’d inflicted on you stitched itself back together.

“Now,” she went on, and you felt her step closer. “I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself, make yourself seem a little less pathetic than how you’ve been acting.”

Another whimper left you, tears slipping down your cheeks. “‘M sorry—“

“I didn’t ask for apologies.” Her non-clawed hand pinched the fat of your ass hard, leaving a stinging feeling behind. “I said explain yourself.”

“I was—“ your forehead bit the wood with a thump. “I wanted- I wanted your attention! Y-you’ve been- you’ve been so busy with Erzebet—“

Drolta scoffed. “Oh, is that what this is about? Please.”

Her claws brushed along your pussy, just barely ghosting through the hair. “You’re wanton, that’s your problem. It’s all blood and fucking with you, no sense of a greater purpose. Like a dog.”

The claws on her fingers and middle receded, the pads of those fingers beginning to rub. “Do you know what they do when a dog can’t stop its humping?”

A panicked noise left you, hips jerking. “N-no—“

“Calm down.” Her middle circled your clit. “I won’t. Not yet.”

Your legs shook, small whimpers leaving you as she continued her infuriatingly slow and light touches.

“Despite myself,” Drolta hummed. “I find myself enjoying you, when you’re not making a nuisance of yourself. But don’t think it’s for your benefit.”

Her finger sank in. “So don’t move. Don’t speak or whine or complain before I find myself tired of it.”

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Birthday Gift

Araminta celebrates Shaya's birthday in a personal way.

Rating: 18+ only. Minors look away

Warning(s): Cunnilingus, scissoring, tall sub/short dom, fingering

Misc: Happy birthday Shaya, make that stud (Araminta) a bottom and that femme (Shaya) a top

"Happy birthday."

"Aww! You're so sweet!" Shaya kissed Araminta's cheek while taking the vase from her. She loved all of the gifts she received so far but this one was the most special.

"I'm glad you like it," Araminta said. "Maybe next year I can make you a ceramic magical girl."

Shaya's cheeks flushed with heat. Not for lack of faith in her girlfriend but from how out of the blue it was. She had no doubt it couldn't be done, though--Araminta was really good at her major. "Really? You'd do that for me?"

"Shaya, I'd sell ceramic magical girls for the rest of my life if it made you happy," Araminta answered. And she meant it. Araminta was far from a pessimist but having Shaya in her life gave her a lot of things--love, motivation, hope. Them being on the same unit made their connection stronger.

Speechless, she kissed the taller woman with gratitude and passion. Araminta accepted, allowing herself to feast on Shaya's kisses. Her nipples started to harden when she felt her tongue lick hers. Shaya felt the same as she sucked on Araminta's bottom lip.

Both women threw off their shirts and bras. Shaya cupped Araminta's breasts, teasing her nipples with her fingers and mouth.

"Shay- oh!"

Her skin burned as Shaya started sucking on her right boob. It was slow yet provocative. She laid down on the couch, letting the euphoria take over. A hand traveled down her toned stomach to her pants. Without a word, Araminta undid her belt, pants, and boxers in one go.

Shaya reached the wet pussy awaiting her then slowly started to rub her clit. Soft, pleasurable sighs filled her ears. "Gonna go in." Using her middle and ring fingers, she slowly entered. Araminta's pussy constricted at first contact but eased after a minute.

Araminta bit her lip to keep from moaning too loud. She gasped when Shaya's lips took hold of her clit. "Tão bom."

"I love it when you speak Portuguese," Shaya teased before going back to sucking her clit.

She broke off a little while later, giving Araminta a chance to breathe normally.

Shaya pull off her bottoms, showing she's just as wet as her.

Shaya then spread Araminta's legs and sat on her thigh. She bucked her hips, rubbing their pussies together. Both of them moaned at the same time--Araminta placing a hand on Shaya's thigh.

Shaya leaned over a bit, watching her lover's face. "I love you."

Araminta smiled. "I love you too."

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Lover's Bloodlust

Jamelia and Kaboni spend a private moment together.

Rating: 18+

Warning(s): Pegging, anal, blood play, biting, rough sex

Misc: Kaboni is genderfluid so I'm just gonna default to using they/them, baby's first time writing pegging, the ones after this and Arashaya are Omar x April, Milan x Clover, Roopa x Neyha and the the next three after those are Sam x Delinda, Jordan x Keisha, and Barbara x Tommy

Jamelia lined the thick, plastic shaft at Kaboni's hole--carefully prodded it using the tip. It was lathered in enough lube to slip it in without hurting her partner. Kaboni bit their lip, heart beating with anticipation. This strap on was one of her bigger ones, for the times either of them were feeling especially daring.

Jamelia held their hand, pushing the silicone head into their ass.

Kaboni inhaled. Despite the size, the whole thing went in without a problem thanks to the lube. That said, though, it took them a good minute to adjust to the size of the dildo.

"You okay?" Jamelia asked.

"Y-yeah. Just gimme a minute," Kaboni replied.

She waited until they gave her a thumbs up. Slowly moving her hips, she wrapped an arm around their leg resting on her shoulder. She went faster once it was clear they'd gotten accustomed to the size.

Kaboni softly sighed in between their moans.

With her beloved comfortable, Jamelia leaned over to whisper in their ear, "I'm about to get a little rough, okay?"

"Okay."

Exhaling, she started moving faster. It didn't take long for her to be balls deep in Kaboni's ass. They gripped the sheets and panted in between moans. They then reached fingering her hot, wet pussy. Their thumb rubbed her clit in a slow, circular manner. Jamelia cried in pleasure. Her nails drew a bit of blood as they dug into Kaboni's thigh. Her eyes went black at the scent.

Watching her lick up the blood turned them on in a way they never imagined. "M-more," Kaboni pleaded.

Surprised despite herself, she bit their thigh without a moments hesitation. Feeling her fangs in their flesh made Kaboni moan out. A bloodlusted Jamelia then forced both their legs back as she pounded them harder than before.

Kaboni ran their hands through their hair, yelling out pleas for her to not stop.

"I-I'm gonna cum-" She quickly bit their neck just as her orgasm came over. Kaboni's legs shook as they came from being bitten. Both took a few minutes to calm down before she pulled out. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, but I have learned you biting me makes me horny."

Jamelia playfully, and lovingly, swatted them on the arm. "Shut up."

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Support Your Local Musician

Riding the high of another successful performance at BamBam's, Natalie and Beau take a moment to celebrate in a special way. One that has her singing her heart out.

Rating: 18+ only. Minors look away

Warning(s): Cunnilingus, semi public sex, spanking, clothed sex

Misc: Natalie is a trans woman with a pussy, men in Manifestos are champion eaters, inspired by that scene Pearline and Sammie in Sinners

Lust and adrenaline mixed when Natalie and Beau found themselves making out in an empty backstage green room. She moaned, his mouth sucking on her tongue. His hands touched all over her ass.

"Someone liked our new song," Natalie teased. She rubbed his crotch, his member hardening with each moment. "Or is it my new dress?"

Beau said nothing, capturing her lips with his again. His kisses were deep, powerful, overwhelming. Had Natalie holding onto him for dear life. Her eyes shot open when something hard hit her ass. It took her a moment to realize what it was.

"You okay?" Beau finally spoke, that sweet Louisiana drawl hitting her ears.

"Yeah." Natalie hadn't ever been spanked before. She's had her ass smacked, but never spanked. Key difference. She gasped as Beau lifted her up and sat her on the sink--spanking her the whole way.

Natalie pulled up her dress while Beau took off the lacy red panties underneath. He stuffed them in his pocket like it was money, leaving her shocked. Beau wasted no time sinking down to his knees, propping her legs on his shoulders. He sampled the hood of her clit, making her breathe harder with each stroke of his tongue. He felt her fingers in his plaits, nails lightly grazing his scalp.

"G-gosh, Beau, y'- holy shit." Her eyes rolled back once his whole mouth took hold of her clit. She leaned back against the mirror when she felt like he traced a figure 8 with his tongue. "Oh, baby!"

Beau groaned, the heat of her core overtaking his senses. He licked and sucked like a starving man.

Natalie arched her back feeling Beau increase his rhythm, reduced to crying and hollering for more. Black spots filled her vision. Her knees shook under the pressure, a sign she was on the edge. "Beau-!"

Beau opened his mouth, lapping up her wetness as though it were the last thing he'd ever have. He kissed her clit as he pulled off, some of her climax running down his chin, looking up at Natalie with those eyes.

"We just gettin' started, chére."

Natalie raised an eyebrow before it hit her. "You mean-?"

Beau hummed in agreement, a cocky smirk on his face. He gently licked her clit again. "Think you can beat your record?"

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21 year old Eve getting "lost" in Hollow's railyard: Oh no...😩 I hope the ghost who haunts this place👀 doesn't come out of this ominous fog👀 and takes me away noo...😩👀 and maybe eats me...👀

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Sorry I’m still being a freak. What kind of lingerie do you think Vixen likes vs what Leon likes to see her in..

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My time has come

Minors DNI please

Vixen's lingerie is more girly if that makes sense? Ranges from dolly to Victoria's Secret esque. This is probably one of her personal favorite things to wear

Whereas with Leon, I think he likes anything that looks like something a woman from like the 1950s would wear. If she wears it it's over for her because he will be on her all night

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Demon's Delight

In the heat of lust, the beast inside Santiago is tamed.

Rating: 18+. Minors look away

Warning(s): monster fucking (who clapped), orgasm denial, oral (m. receiving), handjobs, pet play, femdom, riding, cock ring, milking, bondage, aphrodisiacs

Misc: What if you are a Cuban guy with a demon living inside of you and a pretty African lady topped you? I'd fold. Also the next ones will be in this order: Beaulie, Kamelia, Arashaya

Saliva ran down Santiago's chin, his arms struggling against the chains. The collar around his neck jingled in the process. One of his cocks pulsed at Afia's angelic touch. She ran a hand along the shaft with half lidded eyes, quietly admiring the sheer girth of it.

Santiago made a low noise in his chest.

"Good boy," she cooed while stroking him.

Afia giggled, breaking off. "My, my, someone's needy today."

Afia gingerly kissed the head before sucking on it. While not forceful, she made an effort. Her tongue swirled and circled like a hawk, tasting him in a way that left him shaking and leaking precum on to her tongue. His other, erect cock twitched with demand for attention.

"Patience

More drool dripped out of his mouth, his fangs biting into the gag as her lips wrapped around his cock again.

Afia began to work the rest of Santiago's dick into her mouth. Even with the girth, it's shaped to be more tapered compared to his regular human form. She managed to deepthroat enough to where she was right above the base. All while her lover mewled and squirmed beneath her. Afia didn't break off right away, letting the taste of him settle in her throat.

Santiago's chest heaved. He humped his hips in an attempt to fuck her mouth which was met with a squeeze on his balls--her way of saying "Down, boy" without speaking. Finally, she broke off, leaving a trail of saliva behind.

"You've been so good for me," Afia purred. "Keep it up and I'll give you a treat." She put the member back in her mouth and started sucking him off the way she did when they had sex in his human form: moderate, precise. The way her hand pumped and her tongue licked him was enough to send Santiago over the edge.

Afia hummed as cum filled her mouth. The sweet taste didn't surprise her. Both Lust and Greeds had bodily fluids (in this case semen) that doubled as aphrodisiacs when mating. She wondered if it would have any effect on her.

Afia alternated between sucking his dick and simply stroking it. Santiago seemed to really like it when she did both at the same time from the heavy load he spilled. By the time she finished with the first cock, he'd came about six times.

"Good job, Santiago. Would you like me to reward you?"

Santiago eagerly nodded, his second cock aching with need. The ring tightly sealed around the base kept him erect this whole time.

She attached a long, black leash to his collar. Afia then threw off her bra and panties, revealing her soaked pussy. Just smelling her arousal made him growl with desire.

Holding the leash, Afia rubbed the tip against her folds, gently prodding her entrance with it as well. Santiago tried to hump up into her, only for Afia to tug on the leash.

"Bad boy."

Santiago stilled, though not without a grumble.

With that settled, Afia slowly lowered herself on the cock. She threw her head back, feeling the same girth from the first inside of her. She didn't wait for him to bottom out before she started riding him, mind fogged with lust. The bed bounced from how hard she rode him. Santiago made all types of noises, her pussy clenching him in a vice grip.

"F-fuck!" Afia slammed her hips down on him over and over again. Her body was unfathomably hot. "Oh lord!"

Santiago thrusted up into her, matching his rhythm with hers. He growled as her nails dug into his lower abdomen.

"H-harder! Harder!" Afia ran her fingers through her hair, white hot pleasure in her veins. She could barely string together a sentence as she was reduced to an incoherent mess. Santiago continuing to fuck up into her. She rubbed her clit with a fever, chasing after an ultimate high.

"'M gonna- fuck!" She squirted all over him before collapsing on top of him. Her body convulsed; having experienced the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had in her life. Santiago (de)transformed back into his human self, causing the chains to fall and allowing him to take off the gag without unhooking it.

"You okay, cariña?" He held a sweaty, panting Afia in his arms.

"I'm... fine." She calmed down after a few more minutes. Her legs had gone numb and she could still feel the aftereffects of her orgasm. Afia hummed when Santiago kissed her forehead. "I don't know why you're so afraid of your demon form. It's beautiful."

"To you, mi cariña. For me, it is a curse." Santiago laid her head on the pillows that didn't get stained by his drool. She practically glowed. "Next time, let me be in control. You've taken care of me enough."

Afia said nothing--instead kissing him. "You're not mad you didn't get yours?"

"No." He kissed her again. "I'll call out tomorrow for you."

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Demon's Delight

In the heat of lust, the beast inside Santiago is tamed.

Rating: 18+. Minors look away

Warning(s): monster fucking (who clapped), orgasm denial, oral (m. receiving), handjobs, pet play, femdom, riding, cock ring, milking, bondage, aphrodisiacs

Misc: What if you are a Cuban guy with a demon living inside of you and a pretty African lady topped you? I'd fold. Also the next ones will be in this order: Beaulie, Kamelia, Arashaya

Saliva ran down Santiago's chin, his arms struggling against the chains. The collar around his neck jingled in the process. One of his cocks pulsed at Afia's angelic touch. She ran a hand along the shaft with half lidded eyes, quietly admiring the sheer girth of it.

Santiago made a low noise in his chest.

"Good boy," she cooed while stroking him.

Afia giggled, breaking off. "My, my, someone's needy today."

Afia gingerly kissed the head before sucking on it. While not forceful, she made an effort. Her tongue swirled and circled like a hawk, tasting him in a way that left him shaking and leaking precum on to her tongue. His other, erect cock twitched with demand for attention.

"Patience

More drool dripped out of his mouth, his fangs biting into the gag as her lips wrapped around his cock again.

Afia began to work the rest of Santiago's dick into her mouth. Even with the girth, it's shaped to be more tapered compared to his regular human form. She managed to deepthroat enough to where she was right above the base. All while her lover mewled and squirmed beneath her. Afia didn't break off right away, letting the taste of him settle in her throat.

Santiago's chest heaved. He humped his hips in an attempt to fuck her mouth which was met with a squeeze on his balls--her way of saying "Down, boy" without speaking. Finally, she broke off, leaving a trail of saliva behind.

"You've been so good for me," Afia purred. "Keep it up and I'll give you a treat." She put the member back in her mouth and started sucking him off the way she did when they had sex in his human form: moderate, precise. The way her hand pumped and her tongue licked him was enough to send Santiago over the edge.

Afia hummed as cum filled her mouth. The sweet taste didn't surprise her. Both Lust and Greeds had bodily fluids (in this case semen) that doubled as aphrodisiacs when mating. She wondered if it would have any effect on her.

Afia alternated between sucking his dick and simply stroking it. Santiago seemed to really like it when she did both at the same time from the heavy load he spilled. By the time she finished with the first cock, he'd came about six times.

"Good job, Santiago. Would you like me to reward you?"

Santiago eagerly nodded, his second cock aching with need. The ring tightly sealed around the base kept him erect this whole time.

She attached a long, black leash to his collar. Afia then threw off her bra and panties, revealing her soaked pussy. Just smelling her arousal made him growl with desire.

Holding the leash, Afia rubbed the tip against her folds, gently prodding her entrance with it as well. Santiago tried to hump up into her, only for Afia to tug on the leash.

"Bad boy."

Santiago stilled, though not without a grumble.

With that settled, Afia slowly lowered herself on the cock. She threw her head back, feeling the same girth from the first inside of her. She didn't wait for him to bottom out before she started riding him, mind fogged with lust. The bed bounced from how hard she rode him. Santiago made all types of noises, her pussy clenching him in a vice grip.

"F-fuck!" Afia slammed her hips down on him over and over again. Her body was unfathomably hot. "Oh lord!"

Santiago thrusted up into her, matching his rhythm with hers. He growled as her nails dug into his lower abdomen.

"H-harder! Harder!" Afia ran her fingers through her hair, white hot pleasure in her veins. She could barely string together a sentence as she was reduced to an incoherent mess. Santiago continuing to fuck up into her. She rubbed her clit with a fever, chasing after an ultimate high.

"'M gonna- fuck!" She squirted all over him before collapsing on top of him. Her body convulsed; having experienced the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had in her life. Santiago (de)transformed back into his human self, causing the chains to fall and allowing him to take off the gag without unhooking it.

"You okay, cariña?" He held a sweaty, panting Afia in his arms.

"I'm... fine." She calmed down after a few more minutes. Her legs had gone numb and she could still feel the aftereffects of her orgasm. Afia hummed when Santiago kissed her forehead. "I don't know why you're so afraid of your demon form. It's beautiful."

"To you, mi cariña. For me, it is a curse." Santiago laid her head on the pillows that didn't get stained by his drool. She practically glowed. "Next time, let me be in control. You've taken care of me enough."

Afia said nothing--instead kissing him. "You're not mad you didn't get yours?"

"No." He kissed her again. "I'll call out tomorrow for you."

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Jarvis, prepare for an onslaught of Manifestos porn

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Making smut about two of my OCs? Blasphemy /j.

Rating: 18+ only

Warning(s): cock warming, somno, lazy sex, cunnilingus, slight breeding

A wheel of names picked them so 💁‍♀️

"You've had a long day."

Addy let out a breathy moan, Joseph kissing down her neck to her right shoulder blade. His hips bucked and ground against her ass with his hands holding her soft hips. She was only able to get her work shirt off before he came up behind her.

"Joseph-"

"I got you." Without another word, he unhooked her bra and pulled down her skirt--leaving only a pair of mint green panties and lacy stockings. His clothes were discarded in a similar manner, leaving him entirely nude. Addy laid back, her head on the pillows. Work had been particularly exhausting today and really all she wanted to do was sleep. Joseph knew this, and put her needs above his own.

She weakly raised her legs, underwear slipped off with ease. He dove between her soft thighs to lick from her slit to her clit. The movement was slow, languid.

"Relax for me. Let me put you to sleep."

Addy was more than happy with the suggestion. Low moans became music to his ears as his mouth rotated between idly rubbing against her walls with his tongue and leisurely sucking Addy's clit with his lips. His mustache sometimes brushed against her sensitive heat, making for an interesting sensation. She started to feel drowsy the longer this went on--just what both of them wanted.

Addy made a small but sad noise when he pulled off. She laid on her side while still keeping her legs open.

Joseph lined the tip of his cock, glistening with a bead of precum, with her entrance; slowly pushing his way in. The wet noise from penetration sent a shudder up her spine. Her leg was brought down once he hilted. Addy leaned into Joseph's touch when he cupped her face.

"Get some sleep, Mrs. Holloway." God, she could never get tired of his voice.

"Joseph." Addy's eyelids grew heavy from the warm feeling of his cock nestled inside of her. "I want you to...fill me up. Have us a baby...."

"You got it." It was Joseph's turn to lay on his side. He placed a hand on her soft stomach, imagining it round with child. Like before, he rutted into her at a languid pace. It allowed him to take in her flowery scent.

"Sweet dreams, Adeline."

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Virtuous knight who was sworn in through the church x knight who very much wasn’t and fucks the shit out of the first one. Thoughts

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“Aren’t you monks supposed to be celibate?” Hector jeered.

The silver haired man below him — Mikhail — couldn’t reply, not even if he wanted to. His legs shook, nearly giving out under him when his companion thrusted again.

Hector caught his hips, pressing him down with a low groan, thighs and ass clenching with the effort. The bed — rickety thing, fitted in perfectly with the cheap inn — creaked under their combined weight.

“Not a monk,” Mikhail panted, fingers curing in the threadbare sheets. He was supposed to be celibate, that was the problem. Sworn before the Archbishop himself he would be. His excuse, to himself, certainly not the Church, was that this sort of… act between two men didn’t count as sex, not really.

But if this was what sex was like, he couldn’t fault anyone for falling victim to its claws. Hector’s thick arm looped around his neck, squeezed as he thrust deeper, ground his hips further like he wasn’t already balls deep. He should be ashamed — a man of fifty years moaning so wantonly, pitched higher than the usual deep baritone of his voice.

“Fuckin’ tight,” Hector hissed. “Haven’t even touched your cock yet. Gonna cum?”

He nodded, whimpering. Fuck, how was he supposed to think about anything else after this? Want anything else?

“Bet you are, whore,” Hector panted, voice strained as his hips slapped harder against the meat of his ass. “That’s all you are now. You’re not going back to that dusty church.”

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No bc Eve is fr a freak. I know she was hitting that Joker face when she saw Hollow had a tentacle in place of a dick

Eve is a 50 something year old black woman who probably reads bad erotica in her spare time she's milking that man like a blue ribbon heifer. Eldritch horror be DAMNED

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Hollow had to be surprised at how much of a freak she was when they first met. Miss girl probably didn't even run away from him, she just got horny.

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Touch Me

Muginga and Dionicio take the next step in their relationship.

18+ only. Minors look away

Warning(s): age gap (older woman/younger man, 10 years), cunnilingus, praise kink, kinda bad

Misc: First post of the new year and it's smut 🧍‍♀️

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Muginga Kuanja looked in the mirror, wondering if this... outfit, a set of lacy bright orange lingerie, was even appropriate. She felt so... exposed. Is this what young women wear to seduce men these days? She put her silk robe back on, unsure of how to feel about everything leading up to now.

In her quest to adjust to this new freedom after her divorce, she crossed paths with Dionicio, her new lover. They talked for a bit before he gave her his business card. It stated he was a Viander (where had she heard that before?). They continued talking semi regularly. He made it a point to ask what her favorite food was. She never thought much of it until one day--when he delivered it to her personally. It was the first of many romantic gestures.

Muginga never experienced any of this. Her former husband never complimented her, showered her in gifts, or did any of what he has. He even told her he was in love with her. It was all very uncomfortable for her.

Dionicio was overwhelming, to put it nicely.

His reaction to her discomfort surprised her. Instead of disregarding her feelings, he apologized and promised to slow down. A stark contrast from the sixteen year torture she endured.

A few days ago, they were talking on the phone when Muginga made a comment about liking the way he touched her. What started as an innocent statement turned into something more... heated. By the time they hung up, Muginga felt as though she needed a cool bath.

Hearing, and imagining, that side of the cheerful young Viander drove her mind and body wild in a way she'd never experienced before.

She ordered the lingerie set after reading a newspaper article on seduction. Apparently, having these garments was a "turn on" for some men.

"Muginga, I'm here!"

She sat up, wondering what to do. She didn't dare go down to greet him with how indecent her clothing was. But what will he say when he sees in these- these garments? She didn't have to wait long for the answer as Dionicio entered her room.

A flustered Muginga tried to cover herself. "Dionicio!"

"Don't," he said, wide eyed. "I wanna see you."

Muginga shut her eyes, letting the robe fall on the bed. No one had ever shown interest in her body outside of trying to fulfill father's selfish desire for male heirs. She'd been mortified when Dionicio tried to hold her hand at the beginning of their relationship. Physical intimacy virtually nonexistent in her first marriage. She got more comfortable with being touched over time--mainly when Dionicio rubbed her shoulders.

Dionicio stared at her in awe. She looked like a goddess with those long legs. His eyes trailed down to her breasts. Time treated her very kindly when life hadn't. The bright orange brought out her skintone.

"H-how do I look?"

"Amazing..." Dionicio shook his head. "I mean you look great!"

The compliment made her a little less embarrassed. "Then may I... remove your clothes?"

"N-no! I got it!" And he did for the most part. He quickly got rid of his jacket and shirt. Muginga thought he looked more gorgeous than he already did.

However, Dionicio's nervousness caused him to struggle with taking off his belt.

"Here. Let me."

His face burned as she unhooked his belt, her hands dangerously close to his crotch. He did her the honor of unzipping and pulling down his pants.

Both their hearts raced as he climbed into her bed, woefully unprepared for the actual thing.

"I-I apologize." Muginga looked down in shame. "I am experienced, but... it was not enjoyable." She quickly elaborated after she saw the look on his face, "It was consensual! It's just... I have never seen my former husband fully undressed. I endured the marriage bed simply because it was my duty as a woman."

Poor Mugi. You didn't deserve that. "No judgement here."

She ran her hands up his arms, pulling him towards her. "But I did get a rather warm feeling from our conversation on the phone. The part where you said you'd love to feel on my body."

Dionicio chuckled a bit. "Looking back, that was kinda corny."

"What about you?"

He scratched the back of his neck. "Me? I'm actually not experienced. I've never gone farther than makeouts."

Hearing this made Muginga less nervous and more in love with him. She wished she knew everything there was to know about lovemaking so she could give him what he rightfully deserved.

Bringing his face to hers, they kissed. She relaxed, letting his embrace envelope her.

"Eres tan hermosa," he whispered in her ear between kisses. "You're a goddess. I want to worship you, give you everything and more." He leaned down, planting light kisses along her thigh.

Muginga burned hot. Never have these things been said to her. Yet for some reason, she felt... wet. Perhaps she was more inexperienced than she thought.

He wasn't done yet. Dionicio unhooked her bra, caressing her breasts. "You'll always be the most beautiful woman on the Ground."

"Even when I'm old and gray?"

"Even when you're old and gray." His mouth captured her nipple, sucking it with a fervor that made her moan. He licked over the skin of the other, giving it the same treatment. Dionicio then kissed down her stomach to her panties.

Muginga squeezed her thighs together after he took off her underwear. She reached out to pull down his boxers but was stopped.

"Dionicio, I-"

He gently laid her down, his finger on her lips. "I want you to enjoy this." His heart raced again as he found himself between her legs. "Sorry if I'm a bit sloppy." He licked her slit a few times--his tongue going deeper each time. Finally, he settled on sucking her clit. Though he didn't lie about it being sloppy.

Still, Muginga threw her head back. She pushed his head down, humping her hips against his tongue. "Oh! Don't stop!"

"Of course, my lady."

They continued this for a few more minutes until Muginga orgasmed. Her body shuddered as it washed over her. Dionicio eagerly lapped up her cum.

"Did I- did I do alright?" She panted.

"You did amazing. Was that your first orgasm?"

"Is that what it's called? If so, then yes." Muginga ran her fingers through his hair. She wanted to experience an orgasm again. "May we do it again?"

Dionicio smiled. "With pleasure."

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Merry (late) Christmas here’s Imani/Daisy under the mistletoe

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bottom Imani and sorta top Daisy, suck her small estrogenized dick TODAY! inappropriate use of vines, mild bondage and overstim,

“I don’t think this is — mm — what ‘kissing under the mistletoe’ usually means…”

Daisy pulled off her cock with a ‘pop’ that made Imani flush, thighs trembling. Her eyes were lidded, lashes low as her hand gently cupped her length, giving slow pumps.

“No?” She asked, tongue tracing her tip before her lips pursed and she pressed a sticky kiss to the soft skin of her shaft. Imani barely repressed a moan.

“N-no,” Imani panted. “I mean, you’re more just sucking, but—“

“But you like it.” Daisy’s lips brushed the short length of her, trailing more kisses up until she got to the base. “Right? You like your Christmas gift?”

Fuck. Imani’s head fell back on the pillows, chest heaving as Daisy kissed up her stomach, free hand stroking Imani’s tail idly.

“Y-yeah, I like it,” she moaned, voice trembling. She gasped and jerked as she felt… something trail down her perinium, gently prodding her hole. “Oh, shit, please—“

The sap(?) was warm when it made contact with her skin, vine circling her thigh as it traced her rim with some soft, bulbous shape at the end of it. Imani whimpered, struggling weakly for all of a few seconds before gasping when she felt the vine’s tip enter her. “D-Daisy—!”

“Does it feel good?” She asked sweetly, still stroking her cock at a languid pace. “I tried it out with Lilith, and she really liked it… but you’re definitely louder than her. It’s cute.”

She could only moan, panting as the vine curved, as if carving out a space for itself inside of her. It pressed insistently against her prostate, making her shake. “I-I’m gonna—!”

“Already?” Neither hand nor vine slowed. “You cum so fast, you know that? I didn’t know you were so sensitive…”

Imani almost squealed when she finally came, legs shaking and back arching. Her cock throbbed weakly, spurting a few strands of clear, watery cum before she slumped. Daisy leaned down to lick it up.

“That’s so gross,” Imani protested weakly, but Daisy just shrugged.

“I like how you taste,” she replied simply, as if it were obvious. Imani blushed, but didn’t protest as she kissed her.

“Want hot chocolate after this?” Imani asked drowsily, wrapping her arms around Daisy’s middle. “I think we still have some of those cocoa bombs in the cabinet.”

“I think we’re out of whipped cream though,” Daisy sighed, settling comfortably between her legs, belly pressing to hers.

“I’ll get you some,” Imani promised, kissing her cheek.

“And marshmallows?”

“And marshmallows.”