#n.sfwish

[bruisedconscience-musings]

@rabbit-bitxh hucklerobby vibes go crazyyy

[tealeavesandthorns]

@ltcainemdpd continued from here X

She knew, she knew the second he'd walked through the door that he'd had a hard day. She could see it in his face, even with how much he was beaming it at Maddie as she launched herself into his arms. Even as he sat down for dinner and listened to her tell him all about her day. Everything she'd learnt and done.

She knew though and she'd been getting the story as she got ready in the bathroom. The underwear she'd already been wearing but when she saw the shirt there, his shirt, she'd taken to half listening to him as she had the perfect idea how to make his stressful day disappear.

She always loved the way he looked at her, but the way he looked at her in these moments was something else. It made her feel beautiful, sexy and often powerful. Maria moved towards him slowly, hands coming up to his face when she arrived.

"Well, I can remind you if you want to keep talking." She suggested as her fingers combed through his hair. "Whatever you want lieutenant," Maria replied to his request she keep it on.

"Now-" She moved so one leg was between his, moving close until it pressed firm into his crotch. "Let's make you forget about that- whatever it was you were talking about. Shall we?" She offered raising a brow.

[bruisedconscience-reblogs]

I have been writing a lot of racy fanfic lately and it seems like no matter how many multi-chapter fics I write… I can’t but notice this pattern,,,

[dontyoufeelcalmer]

So… That fitful sleep at the end of Dr. Pierce and Mr. Hyde, huh?

click for higher quality.

[ Comic ID: A missing scene from the TV show Mash. Hawkeye has a nightmare and wakes the rest of the Swamp with his fitful noises. Frank gestures Trapper to Hawkeye’s cot. Trapper puts on his robe, covering double mastectomy scars, and joins Hawkeye in his cot to hold him. Hawkeye’s noises quiet. /end description ]

[izzyeffinhands]

When It Rains It Pours

He hadn’t been fucked all day.

Israel usually got pretty good business at the brothel. There were far too many men in Barbados that liked being with a man, and he was one of only two that worked there. He was a specialty item, as it were. You had to pay more to get the boys and the owner liked his money. Izzy had been a whore for many long years now, used by the rich white men of Barbados and sailors alike. It was a living, a decent living. He had a room at the brothel, relative safety too which was more than what most whores got. And he actually liked sex. He might’ve been poor, but Izzy actually enjoyed getting fucked on a daily basis. Today had just been a slow day.

Part of him wondered where Bonnet was. He hadn’t seen that particular customer in a few days, and Izzy had grown to like him. He started coming in regularly and every time he did, he brought him something. Sometimes it was something he wanted to use in their session. One day he’d brought Izzy a bunch of chocolate dipped strawberries. He was always spoiling him, but the men always went back to their wives by the end of the day. That was just how this gig was. He sighed softly in thought.

He’d never get out of here. He was just some old whore and that was that. He’d stopped having illusions to the former a long while ago. He was in his room, staring out the window. God, what a miserable day. It was raining so it was always slow when there was rain too. Fuck, he needed to stop thinking about fucking. He just needed to get this arousal out. For a good minute he pondered going out just to fuck a random stranger for free. That was how bad he was craving it. He shifted in his robe and sighed, getting up from the window. He swore the next man that came in he wasn’t letting go until he’d been completely drained.

He went out into the hallway which only made it worse as he could hear the moans and slapping of skin all the clearer. The next man that came in could do anything they wanted to him. He just needed it.

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

Can't tell me that Adam can't shake all that ASS he got 😩 imma need him to toot that shii up. Matter of fact:

Lucifer definitely spanks him when he needs it and even when he doesn't.

Bro probably didn't even know how to shake his hips like that until Lucifer got his hands on him and showed him a thing or two 👀

Lucifer definitely has fisted that man and if he hasn't he constantly thinks about it.

Lucifer the type of mf to tell Adam to sit on his face, nude and full force. Bro tryna suffocate fr.

When they cuddle there's times where Lucifer plays with his ass. If not that he may even get down and press his face against the cheeks.

Lucifer would definitely eat his ass if Adam allowed it. Like no hesitation. "Well... Hurry up and strip, I'm hungry..."

I'm finna say some fr outta pocket shii, it's 3 am, lets continue tomorrow ~~~

(( ^^ me sleeping tonight holding my blanket while distantly dreaming it's Adam's fat, juicy ass. ))

[youre-ackermine]

Here's my entry for The Drabble Challenge 2024 hosted by @thedrabblecollective

Day 8 "Nickname"

Fandom Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin

Pairing Levi Ackerman x Hange Zoë

Setting Modern AU / Established relationship / Non-binary AFAB Hange / Kissing / Nsfw-ish

Wordcount 100 words

A/N Not beta or proof read / English is not my usual language

Read Previous: Day 7 / Next: Day 9

Caught off guard, Hange makes a small, surprised sound but melts into the kiss, their fingers curling into his shirt to draw him closer.

No longer caring about keeping his cool, Levi’s eyes flutter shut and he deepens the kiss, his hand gently threading through their hair. Their tongue tastes like candy, sweet against his.

Hange cups his jaw when they break apart to catch their breaths.

“Not so flustered anymore, fiancé?” they whisper close to his mouth.

“Shut up,” he mumbles, a small smile tugging at his lips at the nickname as he leans in to kiss them again.

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[strxgxi]

Continued from here.

I never try, Maitre.

“ No pain.. no pain. “ Santiago whispered and dramatically curled his long fingers around the victim’s neck. His mouth opened and those large fangs descended in full view of the audience as he dove for the bite. He sunk his teeth in and pulled the blood, but tonight since he was toying with his lover, he made sure the victim felt pure bliss, instead of being numb. The poor, abused man moaned like a bitch in heat as he drank, and just to add insult to injury, he reached down and massaged the man’s groin.

I only do.

He supped, the coven had their jump scare, and as usual, the audience screamed in surprise and delight. The victim was taken and fed upon, but when the coven attacked his charm was gone and he screamed. The play ended and as always, their usuals were delighted, some were horny, some were disturbed. It was a perfect ending, and Santiago cast his eyes up to the box where their leader sat, smirking softly as he exited stage left.

There would be no cleaning of grease paint, no wiping of blood. He didn’t descend below the stage with the others tonight. The youngest and strongest was on a mission. As soon as he was out of sight of the humans, he took advantage of his gifts, moving at great speed to reach Armand in his box before he could even exit it. [As if he even intended to leave it, ha!] He was on him in an instant.

He hissed, blood-kissed fangs exposed as he stood over him, fingers curling around his throat. He did this only because his Maitre wanted it, because he was allowing it, because he told him to try. It was a power play, and it truly did make him feel powerful. He used a leg to spread Armand’s, and pressed his knee firmly on his groin.

“ How empty you must feel, Maitre. Your guts aren’t filled with my girth. Neither is that pretty, articulate mouth of yours..” His free hand lifted, running his finger lightly, dangerously over his lower lip, knowing he could bite or strike back at any moment, wondering if he would. Francis loved this about their relationship. At any moment, either of them could dominate. But tonight, he was riled up, he wanted to make him whine, make him moan and beg for him.

“ So tell me, darling.. “ Even though he was in the flesh assaulting him, he assaulted his mind again. He pressed a thought, an image of Francis violently facefucking him as he sat in this chair, his head hung backward, fully sunk in his throat. If Armand was human, there might have been tears. If Armand hadn’t been so skilled in things of a sexual nature, there might have been tears. Francis still didn’t know all of his tragic past, only bits and pieces. All he knew at this moment was that his Maitre was practically Bacchus incarnate when it came to sexual bliss. “ Do you want me to fuck you? “

You’re so beautiful when you’re pathetically horny.