#sexscene

[sweetiesshortstories]

Amor Ardentis ~ Ars Vita Est

(Spin off)

This is a concept from the same world as Amor Ardentis, but this is involving a female demon and a human man. If you're familiar with Amor Ardentis you'll already know this is my vampire concept. A world where Homo Sapiens and Desmodus Sapiens live side by side but with strict regulations. These relationships are not allowed by law. This is Beatrice and Gabriel, through Gabriels perspective.

NSFW 18+ Male narrator M/F Profanity Sexual Acts

What I feel for her is nothing like anything I've felt before. Is this love? Can it be? This insane woman...can I call her that? Woman? She feels like one right now, with her hands on me, her mouth tasting me. Something sick had to be inside of me, feeling for this psychotic stalker. She's so fucking far from mentally stable it's almost hard to believe she's functioning.

And me...

I can hardly think straight. She's straddling me in nothing but a bra and a thong, her tongue is running along my neck. And I was so fucking hard. The more I'm around her, the memory of her covered in blood gets fainter, weaker. That fear, self preservation, kept me away from her initially. I avoided her attempts, ignored and rejected them. Because of what she is, because of what I've already been through. Shit I've left in the past.

She pulls the button of my jeans and the weight is lifted off my dick, it springs from my zipper, aching to be free. She slips her finger through the slit in my boxers and I can't contain my reaction, how sensitive I am to her touch. My abs tighten and I groan as her finger slips over my head, sliding in my precum.

I never wanted to feel this again. I almost didn't survive it the last time. I had the rest of my life planned out and it didn't involve getting entangled with someone again. And definitely not a blood sucking desmos.

But she's a drug. She's heroine. And I wanna fucking O.D on her. Inject her inside of me and screw what happens next, I don't care. My head drops back on the couch and I gaze at the ceiling as her teeth graze my neck and her hand milks every drop of precum from me.

"You're such a good boy for me, my love." She coos into my ear, guiding my head to her soaking entrance. "You'll hold onto me. Won't you? You won't let me fall." She breathes the words through my lips and just as my head pops through her opening, I grip her ass firmly and I resist the urge to slam her down.

"I won't let you fall." My lips brush against hers but she doesn't kiss me, she stays just far enough away to remain out of reach. She slides further down on me, my cock is throbbing, hungry to ram into her cervix but she's taking her sweet fucking time and panting all over me about it. But she likes to do this, her tests. She likes to see how well I can listen, or if I'll listen.

I only agreed to hold her, and I do. I pull her down onto me, spearing her, nestling in her gut while she writhes on me. I won't lie, it does something for me, getting this reaction from someone like her. A Desmodus Sapien, so close to being human but still, not.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, her pale skin is flushed, a sight I usually see after she feeds. She moans, breathy and lustrous, and contracts around my shaft as she begins a tender rhythm with her body. I hold her hips, her hands cover mine, and I let her take my breath away. One slow stroke at a time, while her eyes stare into mine, and her faint whines turn into breathy moans. She cups my neck and leans in, her lace bra scrapes against my bare chest, her mouth is close, I can taste her on my tongue.

"Tell me," she whispers. "Even if you don't mean it. Tell me you love me, Gabriel." I'm holding her tighter, matching her rhythm, following the bounce of her body, and I want to taste her. I don't know if I mean it, but I can say it to her.

"I love you, Bea." It's easy to say, it rolls off the tongue and I finally pour through her lips. I taste her, swallow her, I trace the planes of her mouth with my tongue and the essence of her cries fill every crevice inside of me.

God...FUCK. I believe it right now, that I do. I love this crazy bitch and I don't know how sick that makes me. Is there a way to not love her? This not quite human predator, that's killed for me, killed her own for me, that's watched me everyday.

"I love you, Gabriel. So, so much. More than you'll ever know." She moans, desperate and wild; she pulls my hand from her hip and brings it to her breast, arching into me. "Say it again, my love. Please, please, please."

So, I do.

Over and over, I tell her what she wants to hear ignoring my own bullshit confusing thoughts and I wrap myself into her. I lose myself in the way her pussy grips my cock, in the way her breasts fit in my mouth, in her sighs and tremors. Stockholm's, fuck it. It could be worse.

The woman riding me, with my name on her lips, with rosy nipples wet and puckered from my saliva, was crazy for me. In every way. This psycho broke into my house and left me flowers. Fucking flowers. Who does that?

She does.

And suddenly, this couch we're on isn't working for me anymore. I kick the coffee table away and grab her, holding her against me as I take her to the floor. Her legs are around my waist and her eyes are glittering with lust and excitement. She thought she was the one that wanted, I did too at first.

But I could have reported her, named her as a threat, and she would've been arrested. It would've been over. I could've went back to teaching, working in my studio, eating my dinners in front of the T.V.

I never did. I wanted this even before I knew I did. Someone so utterly, disgustingly devoted to me, someone like her.

She kicks my pants the rest of the way down my legs and I sink back into her, earning a sultry gasp. I penetrate her faster, harder, digging my knees into the carpet and thrusting her against me. My balls smack into her ass with each stroke and she's pulling me into her deeper, tightening her legs around me. But I'm familiar with this trick.

I put my hand flat on her abdomen and feel her ripple under my touch, I press my hand down and work in and out of her, coaxing needy whines from her chest. I can feel my cock through her stomach, moving inside of her, nestling deep and snug. Her light, airy cries were gone and in its place a desperate plea, a whine interlaced with a groan.

"You wanted me so badly, don't run from my dick now." I use my hand to keep her in place and through my movements her legs loosen at my sides. I ram deeper into her, pulling high pitched yelps from her, filling her with all of my anger, frustration, annoyance.

Months of this bitch stalking me, following me, hiding in my house, sitting outside of my window, wandering the halls of the campus I worked at. I'm going to give her exactly what she fuckin wants. She wants me? She'll have me, every inch, until she's crying and begging for me to stop. But it doesn't happen that way.

She writhes, trembles flow through her body and I feel her tighten around my throbbing shaft. She cries, like she's falling from a cliff. It echoes on the walls and she clings to me as electricity shoots through my body in spasms. She pulled my release from me, milked it from my cock with her orgasm induced kegels and I had to stop from myself from collapsing on her.

I drop to her side and move to roll away, but she grabs me and keeps me inside of her, panting. Okay. This is fine. I can hate fuck her next time.

[ssamaraxx]

Bellatrix and her Master - The Tormented (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1484543984-bellatrix-and-her-master-the-tormented?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=SsamaraXX At 14, Bellatrix becomes engaged to the Lestrange heir, a union that soon leads her to a chilling encounter with the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort, whose name echoes through the pure-blood elite. Drawn to his power and the promise of liberation from societal constraints, Bellatrix embarks on a tumultuous 23-year journey as his devoted disciple. As she dives deeper into Voldemort's world, Bellatrix battles her loyalty to him against her obligations to Rodolphus, resisting the traditional roles of wife and mother. Her involvement with the dark arts marks a turning point, deepening her attachment to the Dark Lord, but straining her relationships with her sisters, Narcissa and Andromeda. Amidst ordeals that challenge her loyalty and sanity, Bellatrix's journey reveals the complexities of love, and the seductive pull of darkness. OR What exactly turned Bellatrix Black into such a twisted and crazy witch?

[artbyadri14]

Here We Are... (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/370274951-here-we-are?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=artby_adri14 

 Just as Bella Clark thought her life couldn't be any more simpler. Juggling between studying to become a lawyer and working as a bartender. She meets someone new to town and did not expect a simple serve from the bar she works at would soon be complicated as she finds out he's actually a gangster. Meanwhile, a detective with his partner are looking for answers, but he was fond of her instead. It was getting in the way of his investigation as he and his partner are looking for bandits that is making their town unsafe. So what happens when he finally gets with her for her to be taken by these bandits... no they're gangsters? Why would they be after her and her friend? And there seems to be some sort of connection between her friend and the gang.

(I updated my cover for my story, finally! I’ll continue to post more art about them ^-^)

[loadednachosao3]

so glad ao3 is down, kings. now I don't have to come up with more excuses as to why it's taking me so long to update my fanfics

[to-feelalive]

The Bad Guy - I: Highschool Sweethearts (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1437881430-the-bad-guy-i-highschool-sweethearts?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=overlordfp Diana is 21 year old baker at a cupcake shop. She is also a freelance artist, living in a two bedroom apartment with her roommate, Diana has three different romantic partners across the span of three years. Each partner teaches her something different about relationships. Why don't any of Diana's relationships work out well? How do the inherent problems with the men and the problems within herself interact? Who is really at fault? Are there bad people? Or just hurt people? And who decides that?

[ultimatedaywriter]

Gravedigger's Mania

Emily was about to commit a great sin, but it was the lesser one that she worried about. Her hands shook as she listened to the low clacking of a cane on cobblestones. No one knew her quarry was here; the dhampir liked to move quietly. It kept the assassins away. That was good; she could ill afford witnesses or black knights asking questions. Emily was about to commit a great sin and a lesser one.

 

She held up a picture blurred from the glare of a low lamplight. That was the problem with being a vampire; even the lowest light cast a horrible glare. Her brother was the only one she made out in the picture.

 

It was ok; she barely remembered her parents anymore. At 8, she was turned, and she only aged half the speed each year until she turned 16. That was her problem; she looked so young compared to her aging brother. He might have been 30, but she didn’t like to count. It was embarrassing, 30 years old, and classless. Vincent didn’t use a spell like false data to fool spies like she did. Her brother’s attributes were so low he couldn’t see much of her stats.

 

The clacking was growing closer. Resneck shouldn’t be here. They both knew he was responsible for her brother’s team of gravediggers. Something always went wrong, and it was up to a powerful Dhampir like Reseneck to handle it. Every day sleds of corpses were taken to be buried to purify the graveyard with negative energy. It was the only way her brother could make enough money to keep her alive.

 

Or that was what he thought. The fool thought Emily was helpless. By the time Emily was 15 in the new life, she had already fed off another turned. It was a practice considered forbidden.

 

The door to the room opened, and Resneck entered all smiles. The fool always appeared confident with his rapier at his hip and crossbow at his side. Of course, no one would fight a lvl50 dhampir. A vampire especially wouldn’t challenge them under the sun.

 

At Emily’s meager lvl20, she was no match for Resneck, especially under the sunlight. He was confident enough to come to her home on the poor side of town without bodyguards. Normally a dhampir of the family would have an endless entourage. Still, lately, Resnick had taken to radical claims about the godless theocracy. He had a view on humans that the true vampires didn’t like. But, as one of the voting powers of the republic, the Camazotz couldn’t afford to look weak. So they took their protections away. Someone would have pounced. Emily was only the first.

 

She poured him a cup of tea as the dhampir took his wide-brimmed hat off and placed it on a dusty wooden wrack.

 

“It has been some time since we met. I believe 20 years, by my guess.” Resneck said.

 

Emily sucked on her teeth. She should have expected an insult from the start. Her brother was her greatest pride and shame. It would be better if they parted ways, but the fool was too devoted for his own good. She didn’t need his help. He couldn’t see it. Vincent, the lvl0 classless gravedigger, was the talk of many as his sister; her status was lower than dirt.

 

“We are forever grateful for your magnanimity. Offering a boy of 10 a dangerous job like a gravedigger was quite daring. Some would say you did it more for amusement than charity.”

 

“It's hardly charity. Vincent does good work and hasn’t died in 20 years. If only the boy didn’t have such sticky fingers. Has he saved up enough to give you a hunting tag?”

 

Emily watched the man sip his tea and smirked on the inside. The poison was already taking effect. The purple petals lightly fell from a flower on the table half fallen. It really was amazing how gullible Resnick had been.

 

“Are you expecting something to happen? I noticed you haven’t touched your tea.” Resneck said.

 

Emily smiled and tapped her foot.

 

“How much do you think your original amulet sold for? My big brother has such sticky fingers.”

 

She plucked a violet petal from the rose in the center of the room. Resneck tried to stand but failed to move. His body shook as he tried to hoist himself up on the cane. Emily kicked it, snapping the stick the dhampir had once beaten her brother with until he couldn’t stand. The offending instrument collapsed with the man, never to harm anyone again.

 

“Do you smell that pollen? It's called Nina, after a long-dead princess of the night. It weakens the powers of those unused to its effects. Much like a vampire in the day, you are quite powerless. Fortunately, I developed an immunity to the pollen. It took nearly a decade to become immune.”

 

She approached the beautiful man with dark curls framing his face. Emily grabbed a great handful of Resneck’s luscious hair and yanked him up. She felt her fangs extend and bit the man’s neck. This was the sin Emily had longed to commit, an act of treason that would set her free. At last, she fed from a member of the Camazotz and gained power.

 

A large family like the Camazotz eventually isolated itself and let its prominent members wilt on the vine. It was glorious and terrible. She drank until the dhampir’s heart pittered out and stopped. The body didn’t turn to ash or something silly like that. No, it remained a very dead heavy body, but fortunately, as a vampire, her strength was immense. She took it to a preprepared room filled with rats.

 

She had taken her time and considered what she wanted to use to dispose of the body. Rats were the best she could come up with. So Emily tossed the body to the rats and watched them swarm the fresh meat.

 

The camazotz's blood empowered her more than ever, and she basked in the feeling of superiority. Then reality set in. She used the spell glamour and false data to transform her status page into a copy of Resneck Camazotz. For a decade, she had invited him to tea and studied the man. Every insult had been worth it; the man hadn’t suspected she would bypass his defenses. The idea of a weak turned like her below level 10 managing to harm him was laughable.

 

She unveiled her second sin from under the blanket on her bed. In her bed was a girl who looked like her, altered with a glamour and drained dry by Resnik’s fangs. This was the minor sin she had dreaded. To have a clean break and give both herself and her brother a chance to move on, she had to die for him. He would hate her and bang his fists on the ground, but at the end of the day, Vincent would move on and find happiness.

[healthyspaceforlife]

Sexual Health

[relivingy2k]

Primeval - Teen Titans - By Xaphrin

The beast has branded Raven for its mate, but she refuses to believe that he can claim her. Can Beast Boy convince her that she is the one to satiate him? Or will reason rule over love?

Completed

13 chapters

Based on the title, you already know this story is rated M for mature audiences. This story takes place years after the events of the Teen Titans show and the main characters are all over the age of 18. Maybe because my love for the supernatural never fade away since I first got into Twilight fanfiction. But this story is the definition of smut. It involves so much detail that even I started blushing by reading it. Raven and Beast Boy are playing hot and cold on their relationship and the tension is rising. They have to deal with Beast Boy's inner beast who claimed Raven as his future mate. However, Raven scared to deal with anything intimate tries her best to get away from the situation, which honestly takes her closer to it than she thinks.

I am a big fan of RxBB, but the only complaint I have for this story is that Raven seems to really like the attention but keep on pushing Beast Boy last second. Well, this does annoy me but giving her history I do understand why she is scared to feel any affection towards him besides friendship and companionship. Overall, great story. Ten out of ten stars.

Fanfiction: Primeval Chapter 1, a teen titans fanfic | FanFiction

[ssamaraxx]

Bellatrix and her Master - The Wife (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1496936620-bellatrix-and-her-master-the-wife?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=SsamaraXX At 14, Bellatrix becomes engaged to the Lestrange heir, a union that soon leads her to a chilling encounter with the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort, whose name echoes through the pure-blood elite. Drawn to his power and the promise of liberation from societal constraints, Bellatrix embarks on a tumultuous 23-year journey as his devoted disciple. As she dives deeper into Voldemort's world, Bellatrix battles her loyalty to him against her obligations to Rodolphus, resisting the traditional roles of wife and mother. Her involvement with the dark arts marks a turning point, deepening her attachment to the Dark Lord, but straining her relationships with her sisters, Narcissa and Andromeda. Amidst ordeals that challenge her loyalty and sanity, Bellatrix's journey reveals the complexities of love, and the seductive pull of darkness. OR What exactly turned Bellatrix Black into such a twisted and crazy witch?

[ocdvampire]

A Stalker & Blocker - Part 1: I Remember You (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1497637310-a-stalker-blocker-part-1-i-remember-you?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=myocdvampire 

He is the goaltender known as Dracula, and he is all you've ever wanted... He was the first goaltender from Romania to be selected for the draft and to join the National Hockey Guild. 

"You are mine Valerică, ever since you were fifteen." 

A Stalker & Blocker

After working on the Talons' hockey goaltender biography, Melisande 'Vampire' Färber discovers she misses Valerică Cobălescu and accepts to go on a date with him. 

Recently separated and recovering from the abuse of a narcissist, Melisande finds comfort in her work and Valerică's arms, who welcomes her in his home in the heart of Owl City. The age gap is only a problem in Melisande's mind as the heat between them only burns hotter when together. Valerică desires nothing more than to make their relationship known and show her off to the world. 

But there's trouble in paradise when strange gifts appear in vehicles and rooms left with letters addressed to Valerică, threatening Melisande's life. It seems a stalker is after the Talons' goaltender, and there's no price they wouldn't pay to have him.

[angelic-anissa]

Me: *reading swbts and gushing about it to my mum*

My mum: *ends up getting the German audiobook for it because I loved the book so much and recommended it to her*

Effect: My mum will now inadvertently listen to a lesbian fisting scene lmao

[alphasprophecy]

Alpha's Prophecy - Chapter 29 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1454333254-alpha%27s-prophecy-chapter-29?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=hopefaithtrick What if you found out that the life you were living was a lie? That you were destined to be something much greater? What if the one person who holds all the answers to who you really are is also the one person you despise

[ssamaraxx]

Bellatrix and her Master - The Unforgivable (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1482363044-bellatrix-and-her-master-the-unforgivable?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=SsamaraXX At 14, Bellatrix becomes engaged to the Lestrange heir, a union that soon leads her to a chilling encounter with the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort, whose name echoes through the pure-blood elite. Drawn to his power and the promise of liberation from societal constraints, Bellatrix embarks on a tumultuous 23-year journey as his devoted disciple. As she dives deeper into Voldemort's world, Bellatrix battles her loyalty to him against her obligations to Rodolphus, resisting the traditional roles of wife and mother. Her involvement with the dark arts marks a turning point, deepening her attachment to the Dark Lord, but straining her relationships with her sisters, Narcissa and Andromeda. Amidst ordeals that challenge her loyalty and sanity, Bellatrix's journey reveals the complexities of love, and the seductive pull of darkness. OR What exactly turned Bellatrix Black into such a twisted and crazy witch?

[miamakes]

Blood, Sex, and Magic. (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/369509117-blood-sex-and-magic?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=MiaLeeLeeWrites The small town of Wakeford is home to all manner of the magically adept. From vampires to werewolves and witches and fae, Wakeford is a safe haven for all. It only takes one minor change to flip the entire town and it's in habitats on its head. The first part of this story follows three of the main characters Gi Gi, Snake, and Maxis along with others who help tell the plot line through various points of view. There's more but only if this gets traction.

[hanaka1lot]

I'm not yours, or yes? - JOSH (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1444708601-i%27m-not-yours-or-yes-josh?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=kaikacun_kun Una normale ragazza, che non crede nell'amore e nelle favole, incontra un ragazzo che le farà cambiare idea completamente. La ragazza si ritroverà in scelte complicante con più spasimanti. Ne potrà scegliere solo uno, chi sarà il fortunato? Tra i ragazzi ci saranno litigi, e cercheranno di conquistarla con il loro fascino

[mtd2productions]

ASHA KHAN book 2 : FREE - morning (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1444800103-asha-khan-book-2-free-morning?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=MATTEODELORT "Asha Khan: Free" is a sequel to "Asha Khan: Awakening," following Asha on a journey of empowerment and liberation. After escaping a nightmare, Asha faces emotional scars and seeks self-discovery. She finds solace in her loved ones and resilience. However, new obstacles threaten her progress. "Asha Khan: Free" explores Asha's journey, revealing that true freedom lies in confronting the darkness head-on