#plot what plot/porn without plot

[cloneshipficquotes]

“Swiped something from the senators’ break room.” He wiggles the box, and Fox takes it, his curiosity overriding his annoyance at being interrupted. He’s careful with the silky red ribbon tied around it, the crisp white tissue paper inside.

Caf additives, the expensive kind. Flavours he loves – caramel, vanilla, hazelnut – and ones he’s never seen before. White chocolate raspberry… now that’s a thought. He’s a little bit tempted to just pour that directly into his mouth.

“Sooo,” Stone prompts, nudging a toe against his.

“Thank you,” Fox whispers as he looks up. He’s not good at saying what he wants out loud. What he has. What he’s so scared of losing, if anyone finds out. He’s not sure what he’s hiding. Just all of himself, really. Except in moments like this. “Stone, I’m… You’re… This…” He stops, helpless, with no words to describe what the gift means to him, never mind the man behind it.

— lizardwrites, from can you make it feel like home if i tell you you're mine

[rexsokaficquotes]

“Whoa,” she murmured.

“What is it?” he asked, sounding surprised.

“I didn’t know humans could have hair here.”

Rex laughed, and put a hand over hers. He was so warm, that she didn’t want to stop touching him.

“I think we got so used to each other we didn’t realize we’d be different.”

— Lif61 (UltimateFandomTrash), from First Time

[flowers-shouldnt-die]

When I'm down on my knees, you're how I pray

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Vilgefortz of Roggeveen/Tissaia de Vries, Vilgefortz of Roggeveen & Tissaia de Vries

Characters: Tissaia de Vries, Vilgefortz of Roggeveen

Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, no canon no nothing its just pure smut, Tissaia is very satisfied, Vilg is hot and a tease, i have this headcanon that Tissaia likes to get spanked, Orgasm Edging, Blink and you'll miss it, Fingerfucking, Cunnilingus, cowgirl at Aretuza, Tissaia likes riding, Creampie, banged into oblivion, i was like "wow thats some hardcore porn lets calm down now", so the end is like aww:3, Established Relationship, mommy and daddy having some fun, also dont judge me but i had this headcanon since forever that he calls her Kitten, because her eyes and face reminds him of a kitten, is it ooc, maybe? - Freeform, i don't care, it's just smut and nothing else, Sub Tissaia de Vries, maybe? a little

Summary: As the tags said, no plot, just porn.

TLDR: He teases her all day, then some spanking happens, fingers the living shit out of her, eats her out like his life depended on it and then she rides him on the couch. 

It started out as a bit of fun. After realizing the effect of touching her buttocks had on her, Vilgefortz wasted no time to use this to his advantage. Especially in this case. Their activities last night left their marks on them, with one particularly red spot on her neck. They both enjoyed seeing the proof of their love they left on the other’s body, but Tissaia obviously couldn’t leave this one visible to everyone in Aretuza. So with a flick of her hand, she made the darkening hickey disappear. He understood, of course, and only teased her about it. He didn’t really mind, but jokingly warned her that she would get more in return for this one.

Throughout the day, every time their paths crossed he gently brushed his hand over her butt. Or acted like he was about to hold her waist, but his hands accidentally touched a bit lower. Having centuries of self-control, she wasn’t about to blush like a young maiden but after a while, when he even grabbed her backside, she felt the heat rising from her chest to her neck. Thank the Gods, she was Tissaia de Vries and easily got rid of the pesky feeling that was about to spread through her. She loved him and loved his carefree and somewhat wild nature, but sometimes he could get really under her skin with his antics. She was well aware of her body’s natural reactions; it wasn’t anything new to her at her age, but goddamn it , he was so good at pushing her buttons. Even if she could prevent the rosy hues from reaching her face, she could do nothing about the growing sensation of wetness between her legs. He got even bolder as the day went by, and there was even a moment when her mind was in a fierce battle against her body.

It was sometime after noon, and they met near the courtyard. No one was around, not yet, so they had a moment for themselves. He pulled her in, by her waist this time, and shared a slow kiss. She was just about to pull away when his hands started to tenderly roam up and down her sides, and she let out a shaky breath. Tissaia had no idea what he was planning, and she had no chance of finding out. They heard people nearby getting closer so she stepped back from Vilgefortz. On one hand, she preferred their private life to remain private, on the other, this kind of behavior was the opposite of professional and she wouldn’t have that. 

Rita saw her and called out from the opposite side of the yard. She stepped up to the balcony overlooking the yard and suggested that her friend come over if she wanted to talk. And then she froze for a heartbeat. Vilgefortz was still hidden behind a pillar. She wasn’t even paying attention to him. His hands moved to her butt and grabbed it, squeezed it even, and kept on doing it. Her body reacted instantly; even a dull ache began to form in her belly, but she was still facing her friend, talking with her, so she couldn’t let herself to even flinch. She quickly moved away, gave him a dirty look, which in retrospect was the wrong thing to do - he smirked back at her - and stepped into the garden where she met with the younger sorceress. He left the other way with a satisfied smile.

“Are you completely out of your mind?” she asked as she stepped into their room.

“Good evening to you too.” With his usual teasing smile, he stepped closer to her. She was about to tell him that he really couldn’t keep doing this, but he pressed her against the wall, grabbed her butt again, and kissed her with an intensity that knocked the breath out of her. With his mouth still against hers, she breathed deeply through her nose, and her own body betrayed her once again as one of her hands grabbed his shoulder and the other went through his hair. He was still firmly holding her buttocks and squeezing them harder, and she let out an unintentional sigh, breaking the kiss. His hands moved to the front, to her breasts, slightly rubbing them before he swiftly started to work on unbuttoning her dress. She had to bite down on her lips and took a deep breath. While his hands worked on undressing her, his lips found her favorite spot on her neck and bit down hard. She couldn’t hold back the moan that left her mouth. He kept his promise and sucked at her flesh; she could already see with her mind's eyes the deepening red spot. He was wearing his night dress already, so she easily slid the robe off him. He wrapped his arms around her again and kissed her hotly. With their bodies pressed together, she could feel him getting harder by the minute. She pulled at his pants, but he took her hands in his and held them against the wall next to her head. He leaned closer to her ear and quietly said:

“You haven’t been a good girl today; now have you, Kitten?” His breath on her skin and the tone of his voice would have been enough to make her melt, but when he talked like that, she knew she had no chance of winning. She swallowed hard and couldn’t say anything just yet. “Answer me, Kitten. You’ve been a bad girl today, haven’t you?” She nodded and felt her arousal spreading through her folds. He bit down on her neck again.

“Y-“ she had to clear her throat, “Yes, yes.”

He took a deep breath as the intoxicating sensation started to burn in his stomach, let go of her, and stepped back. “Take off your clothes,” and she did so. The fireplace was burning, but it had nothing to do with the heat spreading through her. She stepped away from the wall, now only in her chemise, and put her hands on his chest.

“Can I have some help, please?” He looked into her eyes, and she saw the same fire burning in his too. They kissed, and she moaned into his mouth as he grabbed her butt - again - and in a swift move, he picked her up. She wrapped her legs around him, and he stepped to the couch and sat down. She was on his lap, but this wasn’t what he planned. Not yet. He pushed her back gently.

“Lay on my lap and put your head on the couch.” He told her as he turned sideways a little. She knew exactly where this was going, and she could feel herself getting more and more aroused. He could have taken her right now; she was ready for him already. But she did as she was told and shuddered a little when she felt him raise her dress over her butt and the night air touch her naked backside. His hands moved to tenderly massage her exposed body, and her breath got caught in her throat when his fingers gently grazed over her wet folds. He moaned in appreciation.

“You are a naughty little girl.” He said as he did it again, and she moved against his hands as a reflex. He smiled, “Not yet, my love. You have been a bad girl today. You know what we have to do with bad little girls, don’t you?”

She needed to close her eyes; she wanted him so much, and she felt his fully erect manhood against her body, but they both liked this game, so she remained patient. Taking yet another deep and shaky breath, she finally answered him.

“We have to punish them,” she whispered. He caressed her butt and teasingly slid the tip of his finger through the wetness between her legs. She whimpered in pleasure and braced herself for what was about to come.

Their room was silent; only the crackling of the fire could be heard, and so the sound of his hand coming down on her buttocks felt louder than it was. He did it again. And again and again. He knew what she liked, so he added more force to his blows a minute or two later. She was moaning and crying out in pleasure. He picked up the pace and spanked her even harder. It usually took much more time to get her to be this loud, but he had been teasing her all day, so she was more than ready for him. He stopped abruptly, and she looked back at him.

“I’m starting to think you enjoy your punishment, Kitten. Is that so?” He had a devious smile. Her heart was racing, and her mind was clouded by the need for him to be inside her. “Maybe I should stop if you like it this much.”

“N-no. Please, don’t stop.” He hasn’t even touched her core yet and she already couldn’t speak. “Punish me harder. Please don’t stop.” She felt his erection against her and wanted it so much but she knew he was nowhere near done with their games. Her begging for more always did wonders on him; now too, with her lying on his lap, he could smell her arousal, and that combined with her words almost made him lose control. He had half a mind to just get up and take her but he had plans for them and it needed to wait a little. With one final, hard slap, he took a deep breath and started to massage the abused flesh. He did it for a while before suddenly, without warning, he roughly pushed two fingers inside her. Her surprised moan was loud and wanton, and she reveled in the sensation of something finally being inside her.

The pace he set was quick and hard. He pushed his fingers deeper and deeper into her with every move, and she could not stop the moans she made at the same time with his thrusts. She was waiting for this all day, and with their long foreplay, she felt herself getting closer to the edge rather quickly. Just as the ache in her stomach was about to turn into an overwhelming sensation, he slowed down, almost pulling his fingers out completely. She whimpered in frustration and pushed her back closer to his touch, but he pulled his hand away and slapped her hard. She cried out again.

“Be patient, Kitten,” he warned before pushing inside her again. This time he moved at a slow pace, and with every thrust, he pushed his fingers as deep inside her as he could. He touched that special spot in her every time, and she instinctively started to move her hips. She bit down on her lips, but it was futile; her deep moans escaped her with every one of their moves. She felt it again, the tension rising in her belly, and he was aware of it too. “Do you want to come, love?”

“Yes, please,” she whispered breathlessly. She knew what she had to do and what he loved, and she was more than happy to indulge. ”Make me come, please. Please, ahh, please .” The end was barely audible; it was more of a desperate whimper. She felt herself near her climax, and his fingers were still moving in the torturous, slow motion he set. “Please, Vil...” And that was it. He couldn’t deny her any longer. He moved his hands a little quicker but still as deeply as before, and she cried out loudly. Her walls tightened around his fingers, and her hips moved in delicious waves. He still didn’t stop and picked up the quick pace like before, and fucked her through her climax. She moaned even louder as her body pulsated, and she grabbed at her own hair as the pleasure washed over her. When she finally came down from her high, he pulled his fingers out and caressed her buttocks. She still whimpered a little when he reached down to her hair, and with a magic touch, he undid her already ruined updo, her hair falling down her shoulders next to her face.

He helped her up, and she sat next to him on the couch. He lifted her chemise off of her; the air felt cold against her heated body. His hands wandered around her naked skin as if he were trying to capture every single detail of her. They shared a kiss, long and sweet and hungry, and before their lips parted, he pushed her down onto the couch. He was hovering over her and kissed her neck and shoulders while she gently scratched his back. She wrapped her legs around him, but he pulled back.

“I’ve told you to be patient, haven’t I?” He smirked before kissing her with an urgency that left her breathless. He made his way down on her, biting her breasts and licking and sucking on her nipples. She moaned in appreciation and caressed his shoulders. When he was about to kiss her where she wanted him the most, he put her leg on the back of the sofa and kissed her knees softly. He slowly made his way lower and lower, kissing, biting and sucking on her flesh.

He finally reached close enough, and smelling her arousal made him abandon his games. With a hungry mouth, he kissed her core, and she threw her head back as a breathy cry escaped her, her hair cascading down over the sofa’s edge. He pressed his tongue against her swollen bud and licked it long. He did it again and again until she grabbed a hold of his hair, pulling him closer. Vilgefortz, however, pushed back a little and moved his tongue lower and into the center of her wetness. Then he took a long, slow lick through her slick folds, and her head was spinning again. She wanted to pull him as close to her as possible, but she knew he liked a challenge and it would have the opposite result, so she let him work his wonders. The tip of his tongue found her opening again, and he pushed it as deep into her as he could. Tissaia was sure the tightness of her grip on him must hurt him a little, but even if it did, he made no complaints. Instead, he licked through her again before finding her bud and sucking on it. The sound she made was almost a scream. He did it a few more times, the flat of his tongue against her and then sucking, and he kept repeating it with a primal hunger. He pulled back only once and looked up at her. Their eyes met, and she saw his dark pupils burning, and she had to close her eyes.

“You taste so fucking good,” he said in a husky voice before burying his face between her legs again. He licked and teased, and sucked on her until she couldn’t think anymore, and the burning inside her spread through her, and she was almost screaming as her body shook with the intensity of her orgasm. 

He didn’t stop after her body calmed down. He continued to eat her out while sliding two of his fingers inside her again. The sound of her moans and the wet noises her body made for him filled the room, and Tissaia felt like her whole body was on fire. The sensations continued to cloud her mind; the rising tension in her belly was the only thing she could focus on. She had no idea how much time passed between her previous orgasm and the one she felt was coming; time lost its meaning, and her lover was the only thing existing in the world right now. Her body tensed, and she forgot how to breathe while she squeezed his fingers that were still moving inside her, curled upwards, and touching that special spot inside her with every stroke. Her juices spread in his mouth, and he teased her core even while she rode out her climax. There were tears in her eyes, her body was covered in sweat and her face was red when he decided to stop at last. Her legs were shaking; she didn’t even remember when she put her thighs over his shoulders. He gently kissed his way back to her lips and their foreheads touched for a second before he moved to kiss her neck and gently bite her ear. 

He felt her magic collide with his and their sensations became almost inseparable. He helped her get up, quickly stood, got rid of his pants, and guided her onto his lap as he sat back down. It was her turn to control the situation and she kissed him deeply while sliding her wet center along his erection. His grip on her tightened as pleasure spread through him. She dragged her nails down his chest until she reached his penis and slowly started pulling and tugging on it. His breathing became heavier, but he let her set the pace now, so he just cupped her buttocks and bit down on her shoulder. She made a soft sound and decided that he had waited enough. She lifted herself a little, positioned herself above him, and slowly descended onto him. She was only halfway down when she had to stop, and let out a throaty moan as her body adjusted to his size. He always filled her up so perfectly; maybe it was because of their difference in body size or she was tighter than most women. She knew for a fact he was bigger than most men, at least bigger than her previous male lovers. Nonetheless, he felt exquisite, completely and deliciously stretching her from the inside.

With a sudden and quick move, she lowered herself all the way, and he bit down hard on her neck while groaning a little.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered against her ear, and she pulled his head back by his hair and kissed him hard. She moved her hips up and down, and when he pulled her waist a little closer, the perfect friction against her bud made her throw her head back, exposing her neck to him. He bit down on her throat, not too hard, but made sure he would leave a mark as he sucked on her flesh. The ache in her started to get stronger, and she quickened her movements, back and forth, up and down, until she was scratching his shoulders and repeated his name over and over again. As she neared her climax, her body refused to move the way she wanted to, and he told her between kisses:

“Don’t stop moving.” He was out of breath too, but nowhere near close to reaching his peak. She had to bury her face in his neck and return his favor. She bit down hard on him, even teasing his jawline with her mouth. The tension exploded, and her walls pulsated around him once again, and she cried his name into his neck. He firmly held her waist and waited until she could breathe again. He gave her buttocks a swift spank, nudging her to continue. She was out of breath; her body was exhausted, but he was still hard inside her, and she wanted to chase after the height of her pleasure again. 

“Yes, love, keep going,” he breathed into her mouth. “Fuck, you feel so good.” She moaned, and it got even louder when his hand slid between their bodies, down to her core, and massaged her there. Their chaos melted into one another completely, and she was practically screaming. 

“Vil… oh Vil , yes …” She wasn’t fully aware she had started to speak; her mind was overthrown by the sensations from within and out. Soon her body was shaking again, her nails digging into his shoulders and she tightened around him in the most delicious way. He gripped her waist harder; he was holding himself back. He wanted her to ride out the waves of her climax before he joined her. When her body calmed just a little, he started to thrust upward, hard and fast. She screamed again, the unexpected sensation sending shockwaves through her body, and she tightened around him one last time.

Sometimes, they enjoyed a little teasing before they reached the end, asking if she wanted him to come inside her or she begged him to let her climax. This time, they were so lost in the haze of their pleasures that no words left them. He held her firmly as his thrusts became irregular and rough. He spilled himself inside her, and he groaned as his climax reached its peak. 

They stayed like this on the couch for a long time, sharing sensual kisses until their bodies calmed down enough.

“I love you,” he whispered against her lips, and she smiled.

“And I love you.” She still couldn’t speak properly, she could only tell him this between deep breaths. She stood up, and her legs were shaking under her. He had to help her a little, but had a better thought. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. She was completely exhausted. He was only a little better off, but at least he could still walk.

He made them a bath; they were both covered in sweat, and his seed was slowly pouring from her, down to her thighs. Sometimes this sight alone was enough to make him hard again. The room got filled with the scent of relaxing oils as they sat in the hot water, her back against his chest. He realized after a while that she had fallen asleep. Vilgefortz smiled and kissed the top of her head. He didn’t want to wake her up, but there was no other way of getting out of the bath. 

They put on their night dresses and finally laid down to sleep. Tissaia was completely worn out; she just curled up to him, placing her hand on his chest as he embraced her. He kissed her forehead, and while caressing her back under the covers, he gently whispered:

“Good night, Kitten.”

[casper-perry]

Illuminated

author: Trappola

summary: Riddle Rosehearts is dating Jade Leech, though due to the Mountain Appreciation Club not being considered a sports club, he's stuck back in Ocatvinelle while his brother and his boyfriend galivant in the woods with their respective clubs. However, he's made some plans so that Riddle doesn't feel so lonely being by himself.

[flowers-shouldnt-die]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Vilgefortz of Roggeveen/Tissaia de Vries, Vilgefortz of Roggeveen & Tissaia de Vries Characters: Tissaia de Vries, Vilgefortz of Roggeveen Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, no canon no nothing its just pure smut, Tissaia is very satisfied, Vilg is hot and a tease, i have this headcanon that Tissaia likes to get spanked, Orgasm Edging, Blink and you'll miss it, Fingerfucking, Cunnilingus, cowgirl at Aretuza, Tissaia likes riding, Creampie, banged into oblivion, i was like "wow thats some hardcore porn lets calm down now", so the end is like aww:3, Established Relationship, mommy and daddy having some fun, also dont judge me but i had this headcanon since forever that he calls her Kitten, because her eyes and face reminds him of a kitten, is it ooc, maybe? - Freeform, i don't care, it's just smut and nothing else, Sub Tissaia de Vries, maybe? a little Series: Part 1 of This is happiness Summary:

As the tags said, no plot, just porn.

TLDR: He teases her all day, then some spanking happens, fingers the living shit out of her, eats her out like his life depended on it and then she rides him on the couch. 

Notes:

So under @Lexi_lulu3383's fic "Frost Bitten" I asked her if she would write some porn for me, and she was like bet and now we have the amazing "That One Night of Pure Passion". Go read it now. And then we started talking in the comments, and I realised that I wrote this last year but didn't publish it because it's my first smut and wasn't sure about it.

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged by @daffi-990 for fuck it Friday and I finally have a little bit of something I can share. Uh oops its not any of my other wips i just had an idea for a pwp yesterday and so here’s the start of that

They’ve only been at this for a few weeks but already Eddie is starting to think of the time they spend in the loft as mini, sexy vacations. He hasn’t said this out loud because he’s pretty sure Buck would make fun of him for it, but there’s something not altogether like regular life about making out on a nice big bed who’s sheets he didn’t have to change. Also — and this he knows Buck would turn bright pink about — Eddie had kind of been thinking of his house as their house even before they’d taken that last step towards each other and kissed in the kitchen. He’s just biding time at this point, because asking someone to move in not even a month into a relationship is probably embarrassingly over-eager, and Buck’s lease isn’t up till June anyway. He hasn’t actually circled mid May on the calendar, but if he spends his spare time daydreaming about taking Buck out to a nice dinner and asking him to come home for good, that's nobody’s business but his own.

Tagging @shitouttabuck @eddiebabygirldiaz @bigfootsmom @rewritetheending @buckactuallys @butchdiaz @lover-of-mine @thewolvesof1998 if you haven’t shared already!

[cultivating-wildflowers]

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