#nsf;w

[shiftingtm]

fuckin’ yo.

[furbytm-blog]

@shiftingtm aka The Fuckening.

PLEASURING WADE WILSON HAD ALWAYS BEEN A FAVORITE PAST TIME OF AZAZEL’S, FINDING THE SOUNDS AND FACES THE MORTAL MADE TO BE SOMETHING OF ART. Never had the demon been able to see the beauty of Wade hidden in the recesses of a bedroom, body splayed against sheets as hands and lips roamed over his body. There had been benefit to their first several times together, the post-coital bliss allowing Azazel to memorize Wade’s wants and desires in bed. It’s what led them to this point on this night--one in which Wade was begging and sobbing into the sheets.

Ass is flushed red with hand marks, a spanking given to a man on edge of a release. Cock is flushed and hanging heavy between the blond’s legs, body jerking as clawd hands scrapped over red cheeks. Azazel had dragged three orgasms from Wade thus far with the intention to milk the shifter until he was dry. Kisses are placed sweetly along a spine before Azazel is tugging Wade’s face up, kissing those wet cheekbones and nose sweetly at him before he delivered an open mouthed kiss to bruised lips. “You’re so beautiful, Daniel. Look at you--so ready for more and more. I wonder how long you could last, hm?” A quiet murmur given as Azazel sunk two fingers into that flushed and stretched cunt, humming under his breath at how easily that slipped in.

“Tell me, Daniel, how badly do you want my cock?”

[furbytm-blog]

@melektm it’s the Fuckening.

AZAZEL’S SOUL HAD BEEN DAMNED THE MOMENT HE ESCAPED HELL TO INHABIT EARTH AND TORMENT MORTAL SOULS. BUT THINGS HAD NEVER GONE AS PLANNED--NOT WHEN MELEK HAD BEEN A FACTOR THE DEMON HAD NEVER SEEN COMING. The demon had been breathless the moment he’d set eyes upon pale locks and blue eyes, the happiness ingrained beneath them enough to leave Azazel with hope. Hope that he too could find such happiness in a time that was entirely too bleak for the demon. That time allowed for Melek and Azazel to grow, leaving room for kisses and breathy laughs. Small acts that lead them to here and now--a bed messy with gold and feathers.

Love's my religion but he was my faith Something so sacred so hard to replace

It started as a mere came of kissing before quiet laughter led to Azazel’s hands wandering, clothing tugged away to expose the blond. Skin is pierced gently by claws, gold dripping and flowing lazily before dropping upon the sheets. Every cut had been lapped at by Azazel, lashes fluttering in pleasure each time. Oh, how PURE the angel tasted to such a sinful creature. The sinful act had cause Azazel to tug Melek into his lap, working him open lazily before they ended up here--the angel settled upon his cock and shakily taking breaths as he relaxed. Wings trembled as feathers fluttered off, Melek a truly disheveled mess as Azazel kissed him and slowly thrusted into him. “How does that feel, my angel?”

[fancy--tuna]

i don’t have any extra addons for butts. i jsut have mogit. why doesn’t my man have underwear and why is his ASS OUT

[goddamnplvcky]

26 for the smut starter call from, Bette, Carol, Trish or Rose.

The two women hadn’t even managed to pull all the way into the driveway before the car was thrown into park and Lana climbed into the blonde’s lap. It had been years since Lana had allowed herself to let go and get close to someone, but Carol had managed to breach every wall she had built up. In desperation she tugged the front of her blouse open, the buttons easily giving way to reveal the fact that she had joined the recent trend of women going without a bra. She moaned happily into the other woman’s mouth, gripping her hand to guide it to her newly exposed breast. She needed to feel her. All of her.