Sadly nothing new ready for Easter, so jumping back to last year with a tale of furry bondage and chocolate encasement. Y'know, like Jesus would have wanted.

#kink #bondage #furry #fetish #DiD #nsfw #encasement #peril #nsfwwriter

_ Marcielle swallowed the amalgamation of nerves building up in her throat from reading this medical evaluation. She wasn’t made aware that the Masterson have a daughter, Father Solynn never ever mentioned her. Nor that she was “difficult” with her family, for a lack of a better word. Even if metal restraints seemed way too far for a young woman. If the Masterson had to leave their home because of sickness roaming the halls, it must be because of the rats? Then, why didn’t they mention their daughter? And where is she now? Marcielle had so many questions and the more she investigated the home, the less the picture of this family made sense. She decided that it was better to look into Abigail’s room, for she guessed that the key she found in the dresser opens her bedroom. Marcielle did not know where it was situated, but she knew, that somehow, she would find some sorts of answers here. _ The sun was descending in the sky, as Marcielle looked through the window, sat on an ottoman in the main room of the house. She had searched most of the rooms now, all day, in vain to found Abigail Masterson’s. She breathed slowly and deeply, to ease her nerves as questions raced through her busy mind. The young nun kneeled down in front of the ottoman, crossing her ankles together. Opening her bible, to read through prayers, holding the bedroom key in her slim fingers. She closed her eyes, her forehead resting against the ottoman for she was slightly exhausted of her inquisitive day. She murmured holy lines to herself, until there was none left to escape her plump lips. Marcielle fell asleep, calmly.

Working on @drawmelater.bsky.social 's story commission ! What do you think ? :) There's more of it, and once I'm done I will post it on AO3 🖤 #story #commission #writer #horrorwriter #nsfwwriter

Marcielle is my character and Abigail belongs to Draw

A certain morning urge to satiate someone's hunger. The hunger to be known in the deepest abysses of the inner world. To be filled with the heavy weight of my potency.

#DarkRomance #MonsterErotica #PrimalPlay #NSFWWriter #DarkAesthetic

Can't believe it's been already two years since we started that episode. Stand still and close your eyes, girl~

#DarkErotica #MonsterErotica #PrimalPlay #NSFWWriter

#artist and #writer and #nsfwartist and #nsfwwriter should join my art dedicated server on fluxer, a website that allows 18+ content (with proper tags) and does not sell your data or analyse your behaviour and messages compared to some other platforms

#author #nsfwauthor #smutartist

#nsfwart #nsfwwriter #smutwriter #smutartist #artistplatform

I just dropped my big Valentine's Day script offer this year and it is problematic. Instead of my usual promo, here's a poster that I worked on a lot harder than you would think given the quality of the image. Anyway, ENJOY!

#NSFWScript #VAScript #NSFWWriter

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I made the first one! What do you guys think? #hypnokink #smut #mindcontrol #nsfwwriter #nsfwartist

Hey y'all!
Last night I finally dropped a new chapter of my Zelda fanfic: Blood Bonds!
This chapter took a long time, but it's a rowdy one. Check the link in my bio!

#ao3 #nsfwwriter #yuri #orgy #fanfic #writer #zelda #tloz #riju #purah #kink #smut #erotica #eroticawriter

Newest Work: For Science!

On a lush forest planet on the dawn of a new year, an eager scientist examines a large tentacled creature for the sake of science. What could go wrong?

#smut #originalwork #yuri #tentacles #scifi #ao3 #nsfwriter #nsfw #writer #nsfwwriter #hentai

Stone and Sapling

Psst x3

Stone and Sapling is complete! It’s a 5-part erotic romance about two elven women and their little adventures. x'3

And the best part? It’s completely free to read.
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#Sapphic #Erotica #FantasyRomance #NSFW #Elves #NSFWwriter #Fantasy

You said 'stop'.
I said 'say it slower'.

Every word dripped between us.

😈

#TrashDiary #SwitchVibes #DarkPoetry #MouthFixation #UrbanLust #WriterCommunity #Femdom #Erotic #SoftViolence #Friday #NSFWWriter #SpicySky #FanslyCreator

Proofreading & Copyediting Manga/Comics by Miyu (hitsujimusume) (@hitsujimusume94) Send a request while they're still accepting!

A little reminder that I offer proofreading and copyediting services for your NSFW cartoon or manga, and I'm open to QA for longer pieces too.

Check out the deets on my VGen: vgen.co/hitsujimusum...

#writer #nsfwwriter #copyediting #proofreading #qa #erotica #smut #nsfw #nsfwsky

Kathleen and The Lake Monster - Story Commission - TheMacabreMoss - MacabreMoss [Archive of Our Own] An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Here's the writing commission for @drawmelater.bsky.social ! You can read it on AO3 here:
archiveofourown.org/works/73005536

#nsfwwriter #smutwriter #writer #story #writingcommission #commission

I like when tension builds slowly. Sometimes I like to write a story that gets right into the good parts, but other times I like to build the tension until the peak 🔥💋 #erotica #eroticaauthor #NSFWWriter #smutwriter

New Girl at the Free Use Office By the end of her first week on the job, Amelia was intimately familiar with the sounds of the office. A breathy sigh from a nearby…

I’ve just posted a new story on Medium. It’s set in an office but it’s not safe for work 😘 ✍️🔥 🔞✍️
#erotica #smutsky #smut #freeuse #officefantasy #eroticawriters #NSFWwriter

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" _Though, something was whispering back at her, unaware of it, Kathleen didn’t seem to realize someone- or something, was there, lurking. The whispers grew louder, brushing against the dirt, and the dried leaves on the ground. It was approaching, slowly, a dark silhouette, crouched and careful, caressing and pressing against Kathleen ankle. The young woman jumped out of her skin, from fright “FUCKIN’ HELL- The FUCK was that?” her words were slurry from the beers, her Irish accent slipping at every words she’d say. She was holding her head, inhaling through her teeth: “- My head… hurts like a bitch.” Kathleen was grumbling hardly comprehensible things. “WHO is there ? Show your face, you creep ! Y’a know what… Put that up where the sun don’t fucking shine” said she, as she raised her middle fingers in a swift yet non-elegant way, letting out a drunk chuckle. “I’m… fuckin’ wasted, man. I want to sleeeeep, NO ONE better be messing with my sleep, or else !” she whipped out her gun from her backpack, holding it very poorly. “You’ll get a taste oooooof this !” She finished her rant putting her gun beside her, curling back onto her side to sleep."

Nearly done with @drawmelater.bsky.social 's writing commission ! #writer #smutwriter #nsfwwriter #writingcommission #commission

" _Kathleen settled her backpack onto the ground and crouched in front of the lake, dipping her fingers in the chilly transparent water. She already knew she was going to freeze, but she was brave and thought it would wake her up, also, she desperately needed to shower after last night. She stood back up, and started undressing, commencing with her cropped hoodie. Lifiting it above her head, revealing perky bouncy breasts with freckled shoulders ascending from it. Her nipples were hard from the temperature being so low. Then, she slid her panties down to her ankles, fitting her shoes through it, as she wasn’t going to take these off to step into the lake. Her legs, were long, and muscular, as well as her stomach, beautifully defined with muscles. She stretched her fit body, putting her arms behind her head, while escaping grunts between her teeth. "

Another WIP Story Writing Commission for @drawmelater.bsky.social !

#horror #horrorstory #writing #writingcommission #commission #nsfwwriter #smutwriter #writer #storywriting

"« Carry on my wayward son; There’ll be peace when you are done. » _Resonated the radio in her truck, a little further away, in the darkness where the light of the fire couldn’t reach it. Kathleen felt her throat fell in her stomach. She froze, in an immediate silence, as the radio stopped playing again. She looked around, for any sign, anyone, anything, that could have played this prank on her. Even if she was certain that this forest was as remote as it could get. In a silent hurry, she cleaned herself and entered her tent holding her backpack in her tensed fist. She closed it right back after entering it. Kneeling in what will be her bedroom for the night, Kathleen was rummaging through her backpack, taking a gun out of it. It was a Tanfoglio 40 s&w, loaded. Laying down for the night, Kathleen was quiet, with her gun in her hand, no matter what she’d face, she was ready to fight it off. No matter what it would take."

WIP Story Writing Commission for @drawmelater.bsky.social ! 👀🖤

#horror #horrorstory #writing #writingcommission #commission #nsfwwriter #smutwriter #writer #storywriting

Me and my art ! 🖤

Jane, my zombie OC

Marcielle, one of my nun OC

" _He leaned against the moss covered stone-wall, as he took of his coat to lay it on his bundle on the floor. The young man was still catching up from all that walk that made his body run burning hot, the sweat was gliding along his arms as he stretched them, exhaling a few groans. He rubbed his tired yet young face with his rag of a top. His frowning eyebrows, thick and though, leaded to a beautiful pair of eyes. They were marked by rough eyebags, and long lashes, and irises of a deep brown color. A distinctive round mole marked his face between above his lips and his cheek. He didn’t knew how to properly take care of himself, or maybe he just didn’t have access to any of the sort, but he looked charming in his own way, made of roughness and intrigue. _The nun made him wait, and wait, for reasons that were unknown to him, as he grew in impatience, he was kicking his feet in the pale gravel, making dusty white clouds fluttered away in the wind. Suddenly, some light, yet discernable foot steps, wet and soft from the humid soil, were coming from behind him. As the young gardener looked behind himself, a small figure with an oil-lamp of its own was coming towards him at a slow space. As the silhouette kept its steps towards him, he could discern beautiful lips smiling at him from the light. In a hurry, he grabbed his tools and coat, strapping in onto his large strong back."

I'm Moss (they/them), 25 years old, #goth disabled critter from France 🖤

I mostly do #art of my OCs, usually #nsfw or horror themed. My art also has religious tones to it. I also write about my OCs !

You can find my stories on AO3 in my links, but here's an excerpt 🖤 #nsfwart #nsfwwriter

WIP 3 ! for @drawmelater.bsky.social

#writing #nsfw #nsfwwriter #smut #writers #writingcommission #commission

"_Among the depths of the fog, he arrived in front of a large gate covered in rust, and ivy. Large stone pillars on each sides of it continued to encircle the area with stone short walls. Greenery was thriving here and he hastily figured why he was so needed in this place, even if he thought the position was for a grave-digger ? He was now unsure of himself. The man couldn’t see further away than a stone and dirt path marked by large green pine trees. Even larger than the one he had seen on his way here. Moss covered the walls, and the soil around the trees, even climbing onto it. The young gardener dropped his tools in a careless clatter, breathing heavily and rubbing the sweat away from his mysterious face : « -Damn it. Y’can’t see fuck all here. » He grunted through his teeth looking around him. A large rotten cross made out of wood was towering him on his left. He seemed to have arrived where he was supposed to he. Still, to reassure himself and in annoyance also, he bent his knees, holding his oil-lamp closer to his face, looking for a wooden sign, anything. A plank of wood, rotten too and covered in vines was hardly sitting on the stone-wall. He ripped it off of it, revealing old scriptures carved in the wood. In a struggle, he tried to read it : « Saint-Prud… Saint-Preud ? Saint-Prudence. Saint-Prudence Convent. » He sighed, relieved to know he was in a right place, but annoyed at his reading difficulties."

Part of Chapter 1 of "The Book of Vernon" or whatever I will call it :) #gothic #writing #writer #gothstories #goth #smutwriter #nsfwwriter #draft

Not proof-read or anything, it is still a draft, let me know what you think ! 🖤

🖕🖕FUCK CENSORSHIP🖕🖕
QUOTE YOUR NSFW

#NSFWWriter edition 🖤 #writing #smutwriter

" _It seemed oddly quiet as well, if Marcielle was so late, where was everyone ? Marcielle ran down the few steps she had left to descend, before turning to her left to enter the dining room. Here, the fireplace was completely out. The loud crow wasn’t in its cage. No one was around the table, not her beautiful hostess, nor the old servant getting it ready for the first meal of the day. There was no one in sight. Marcielle sighed and took the opportunity to look around the room. On the left, sturdy old wooden shelves, pinned sturdily into the wall, were housing rows, and rows of books. The young nun didn’t see that last night. Probably from how dim the candles made the room. In the middle of the bookshelves, there was a beautiful painted portrait of her hostess, a dark wooden frame surrounded it, matching her dark hair. She definitely missed that as well. Marcielle was looking into the eyes of the magnificent portrait, she could feel her skin shivering. She felt so observed, even in this picture, Madam looked assertive yet so beautiful. Marcielle could feel memories of her dream passing in her mind, her cheeks flushed at the recall of it. At the bottom of the portrait, centered, was her name, engraved in a little golden plaque : « -What are you snooping around for ? Said a raspy voice. The young nun jumped, and turned around."

A little snippet of what I'm working on today ✝️🖤 #OC #nunOC #gothic #writing #nsfwwriter #smutwriter

(Not proof-read or anything, it is a draft.)