#n.s.f.w

[bluessom1]

Caitlyn x Vi

An “old” CaitVi sketch started like a year ago and finally finished! 😁

[black-wolf066]

You Tease

This is a gift for @shes-an-odd-bird because we all seem to be in a feral mood this week and I’m hoping it’ll help tame our hormones.

((This is my first ever Character/reader piece… and it’s been a very long time since I’ve written any smut, now that I think about it… so keep that in mind as you read. 😅 Also note, this is an established relationship between Billy and Reader with both being mid-twenties)).

All smut/no plot (because I can’t brain enough to think of a plot right now) so, minors do not engage.

Warnings: Unprotected sex. Language

"Have I ever told you how hot you look in my clothes?" Billy practically purred in your ear; keeping you caged between himself and the bedroom wall.

The clothing in question was his old gym shorts. You had found them laying behind the dryer when you’d moved it to clean the vent earlier that day—must have fallen back there unbeknownst to either of you. You had cleaned them, but rather than storing them away for him to find as a surprise later, you wore them instead—knowing what wearing his clothes would do to him and being utterly ecstatic that he was proving your hopes correct for how this night was going to go.

“You’ve mentioned it, yes.” You quipped back, pressing your forehead hard against the drywall as shivers of anticipation shot down your spine.

You felt the fingers of his left-hand toying with the waistband, while his other glided purposefully up your side—taking the fabric of your tank with it until he had it bunched up under your chin. You had decidedly forgone wearing a bra that morning, which meant your breasts and stomach were exposed to the chilled surface and the AC in the room; though, it did very little to counteract the heated flush of your growing excitement.

“Was wondering where these disappeared too.” He muttered as he pulled against the band and released; the elastic snapping at your hip making you jump a little. “Thought maybe they’d been tossed.”

You weren’t paying much attention to what he was saying; squirming at the feeling of his hot breath against the shell of your ear. The pleasant Goosebumps rising where the pads of his fingers continued to toy and trail feather-light against your newly exposed skin.

“I—” whatever you were going to say was lost, voice breaking off on a lengthy whine as his hips suddenly bucked roughly against you.

“What was that babe? I don’t think I caught that.” he teased playfully, knowing exactly the effect he was having on you and your sudden inability to articulate.

You would have huffed something snarky at him if you weren’t so distracted. The stimulation of his light touch, the scratchy feel of the dry wall rubbing at your sensitive nipples, the heat radiating into your back from his naked torso, and the rough grinding of his clothed stirring erection against your ass; had you dazed and breathless.

And hungry for more.

“Billy.” You managed to moan out; wiggling backward—as best you could with the little space he was giving you—to meet his grinding with a thrust of your own.

“Yeah? You like that?”

“Billy.”

“What do you want?” he breathily chuckled as he finally moved away from your ear to bite and suckle at the pulse point thrumming wildly beneath it. “Use your words, babe.”

Shit, this man was going to be the death of you.

“F—” you swallowed thickly, writhing under his ministrations and the over-stimulation; feeling close to cumming then and there as you forced out, “Fuck me.”

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?”

He moved away just enough to unzip and drop his jeans, but not enough for you to lose your balance. Not like it stopped you from reaching up to grasp the wall for support anyways, breath hitching as you felt his fingers breach the waistband and slide the shorts down until they fell at your ankles. You kicked them away quickly before a surprised squeak escaped as you felt yourself being lifted and turned, your back now pressed against the wall as you automatically wrapped your legs around his hips.

Your tank top was the last to go before his mouth found your lips seconds later in a messy tangle of tongue and teeth; grinding his thick girth against your wet folds while your hands found their way up into his curls.

“You’re already soaked, bet I could just slide right in.” he taunted, nudging the head of his fat cock teasingly at your opening but not dipping beyond that.

If he didn’t move right now; you were going to lose your goddamn mind.

“Fuck me.” You repeated forcibly against his lips.

You tightened your ankles at his back and bounced yourself a little; impatiently hoping it would get you what you wanted faster; only for stars to dance across your vision when the head slipped and nudged up against your clit.

“And you say I’m the brat?”

“Billy.”

His huff of aroused amusement was your only warning before he shifted and thrusted shallowly into you; stretching you deliciously—and maddeningly slowly the absolute jerk.

“This what you wanted?” he questioned huskily, continuing the shallow rolling that had your toes curling. “Did you wear my shorts hoping I’d fuck you tonight?”

“Y--es!” you yelped as he nipped lightly at your earlobe.

“Oh, baby, you know all you gotta do is ask.” He chuckled. “Though, can’t say I’m opposed to the method. Did get us here—” he punctuated his point by finally—blissfully—sliding himself home inside you. “—a bit quicker.”

You buried your face into his shoulder, muffling the guttural whine that squeezed out of your lungs by biting down at the sinew there. The feeling of being speared open by Billy always dazed you, something you hoped you’d never get used too.

“Fuck,” Billy grunted out his own throaty moan at feeling your teeth.

His hips bucked involuntarily, causing your eyes to nearly roll to the back of your head as the movement pushed him just that little bit deeper. The pleasure-pain of him hitting your cervix and his pubic bone grinding just so on your clit, sent a violent spark of fireworks to burst cross your vision as you climaxed.

“Shit, shit.” He keened gruffly, probably not expecting you to orgasm as quickly as you had—for you certainly didn’t expect it either, not that you had any mind to care at the moment—as you felt your walls fluttering and squeezing all around him.

“Sh--shit.” You echoed him; feeling as though you were floating on cloud 9, body loosening and relaxing with Billy’s powerful biceps and the wall being the only thing keeping you from falling flat on your ass.

“You good?” he asked after a moment.

“Yeah,” you nodded, and pressed your heels into the small of his back to urge him to continue. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Billy didn’t need much more prompting, his teasing long forgotten as he began to roll and thrust his hips in earnest to chase his own climax.

All you could do was try and hold on for dear life, as he pounded into you; your muscles still not quite cooperating enough to help him along.

“Damn baby, you feel so good.” The obscene wet squelching of skin on skin and the heady scent of sex filled the air as he continued his bruising pace—though you could tell he was getting close. “Think you got another one in you?”

You could feel your pleasure climbing again, your limbs finally following your silent command as you clumsily met him thrust for thrust. You didn’t trust your voice though, so you nodded and sent the next breathy moan directly into his ear, causing him to curse as his hips stuttered.

“Shit.” He moaned. “That’s my girl.”

The praise paired with the intentional grinding of his pubic bone against your clit sent you over the edge again, very nearly screaming at the intensity of the second wave that crashed into you.

“Fuck, that’s it, that’s it. That’s a good girl.” He panted into your neck, snapping his hips several more times before your tight, fluttering, walls were milking him of his own orgasm.

Neither of you moved for a while, both of you fighting to catch your breath and come down from the high. The tingling sensation was beginning to subside as you buried your face in his neck; breathing in the sweaty musk of him as your limbs began to go boneless. Billy was muttering something into the skin of your own neck, but you couldn’t hear it, ears still ringing a little—though you had a feeling you knew exactly what was being muttered.

It was only when you felt Billy’s muscles beginning to strain, that you tried to get him to drop you back on your feet, but he didn’t budge. He only held on a bit tighter as he shifted your weight; your back leaving the support of the wall as he finally moved you both toward the bed.

He fell into the mattress with you still secured in his arms, but the movement caused him to finally slip out. You released an involuntary whimper at the loss of feeling full that had him chuckling at your expense.

“Hush,” you snarked and nuzzled your nose against his collarbone; feeling his fingers trail up and down your spine and relishing in the warmth and smell of the post coital bliss for as long as you could.

You were on the verge of sleep when his quiet voice pulled you back.

“Where did you find them anyway?”

“Hmm?”

“My shorts. Where did you find them?”

“Behind the dryer.” You muttered drowsily; grumbling when his chuckle jostled you.

“Did I wear you out that much?” he asked in amusement; fingers still gently following the path of your spine. You hummed in response, the call of sleep too much to ignore. “And here I thought we’d have time to go another round.”

“Hmm… wake me in an hour.”

His answering laugh followed you into your dreams.

[s0d1umsuns37]

Can't show the full piece here, bummer

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[sebadztian]

Ciel's Revenge

Rating: Mature/Explicit. Very NSFW!

They said that revenge is a dish best served cold, but in this case, it's served hot, sweaty, and oh so messy.

1,100 words of porn with no plot whatsoever.

Enjoy!

[maddheaven]

ᎽᎪΝᎠᎬᎡᎬ ᎡᎬ ᏆᎷᎪᏀᏆΝᎬ: 𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅𝒚 & 𝑫𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈

【🆆🅰🆁🅽🅸🅽🅶: IMPLIED NONCON, KIDNAPPING, CAPTIVITY, AND DARK ELEMENTS.

MINORS DNI.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!】

(Inspired by the song, Cupid by Fifty-fifty)

I imagine a darling who actually wants to have a family, to be the housewife of the man of her dreams or come home to a househusband with many kids running about with a few pets.

A darling who dreams of living the domestic life!

But with a catch:

You worked at a job you don't like.

You came home tired and completely exhausted, everyday.

And to an empty apartment with only your pet around.

You hadn't found the right person yet or maybe you've never been in any relationship.

You would be lying if you said that the envy of seeing so many happy couples walking around arms interlocked, the many sappy romance movies you've seen where the couples lived happily ever after in a home with a family of their own, the shining rings on their finger, wasn't slowly eating you away.

You sighed.

How you would love to take their places.

You would love to have a partner to come home to.

You would love to live in a modest house with bright green grass and a bunch of potted plants for you to tend to.

You would love to have a family of your own, to sit back and smile as you watch your rowdy little ones play amongst themselves.

You wanted this life, fantasized about it, dreamed of it.

But you didn't want this...

You didn't want to be home all the time.

You didn't want to be in your room all day.

You grew bored of flipping through the TV channels.

You grew tired of staring out the window, admiring the bright green grass you always daydreamed about, tired of seeing the many people pass by, especially the couples with their sickly sweet smiles.

You missed staring out the window.

You missed the breeze against your skin.

The sun on your face.

You missed the white noise of the TV.

You don't like the cuffs digging into your wrists.

You don't like hearing his footsteps nearing the door.

You don't like the feeling of his eyes boring into you with that horrible smile on his face every time he sees you.

You don't like how he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into him.

His cologne assaulting your nose made you want to hurl.

You don't like how he locks all the doors, all the pantries, all the cabinets.

You hate how he runs his hands all over your body.

Hate how he coos and whispers words meant to comfort you, to soothe you-

When all they do is scare you.

You didn't want this...

You wanted to be swept off your feet.

You wanted to be courted and charmed like in all those sappy romance movies.

You wanted to fall in love, then get married and live the rest of your life like a happily ever after.

You didn't want to be swept away from your own home.

You didn't want to be caged inside like an unruly animal.

You didn't want to be treated like a small child who didn't know any better.

You didn't want this...

You wanted to live happily ever after like in all those sappy romance movies.

"I..." Your voice trails off.

It wasn't any louder than a whisper, but it was enough for Leon to hear, who paused midway into unbuckling his pants, staring down at you with that horrible smile and swirling blue-gray eyes.

You felt a lump stuck in your throat, your eyes growing blurry as you struggled to keep yourself together.

You gripped the sheets.

"I didn't want this."

[poisonedsimmer]

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[sawyersthot--a]

Mommy has sinday treats!!

I was digging on Audrey's old RP blog and found some short smut-shots and thought it'd be perfect to post one for today. As I said, super, super short but!!!

NSFW content below this point

Joseph was preaching currently but the words he said just drifted around Audrey’s ears seemingly. It was difficult to focus on anything when John’s fingers were up to their knuckles inside of her. A soft exhale passed from her nostrils, thanking her acting abilities to be able to pass it off as her relaxing into the seat.

Nervous glances were sent from her green eyes at those in front of them, thankful that no one had decided to sit beside them in the back pew today. She’d say she regretted teasing him on their way over in the car, if she did that is. He was just in one of those moods and it was hard to not take advantage of it. Now, with her legs spread, his hand up her skirt and his unoccupied arm draped around her, it was difficult to think of much else besides how good she felt.

It took every last ounce of respect for Joseph and self-control she had in her to not moan. This was fine, it was perfectly alright because God knew she’d pay him back later.

[disturbedbutgorgeous]

✨Pastel Ruthari✨

On their wedding night, maybe?

(WIP)