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Ivana was happy to have Gaetano's company while she waited his brother to come back with their drinks. She was having fun, shaking her head with a small chuckle while he flirted with her. She smiled brightly when her date arrived with her drink and kissed his cheek while she took one of the cups, "Thanks, babe", she smiled and then turned to Gaetano, "C'mon G... You can do better than that", she laughed, her gaze turning to her date, "Don't be so mean to your brother. Besides, he needs some tips on how to flirt with ladies, because he was kinda lame before you arrived", she teased him.

open to: f/m/nb ! potential connection to one or both: neighbor, partner, t.boo, coworker, ex, partner's relative, partner's friend, relative's partner, relative's best friend muses: gaetano [ 36 y/o bookstore owner, hides his book smarts though, former jock, the more extroverted one. matt d. ] & giacomo [ 36 y/o beekeeoper, silent type, former jock, although his jock side is more under wraps. tyler h. ]. laterza fraternal twins. test muses. are attracted to the same person

the town was throwing a small festival for valentine's day and gaetano clearly didn't care who came here with who. since he was leaning over one of the decorations and chatting up gaicomo's supposed date. "i always tell him not to leave his dates alone. yet here you are, not a date in sight. do you want me to grab you something to drink?" a couple of seconds later, giacomo seemed to have come out of nowhere. two cups of lemonade in his hands. "actually, i got it." he smiled softly over at them, handing them their drink. "come on. we can leave him alone to fend with the cougars of the town." seemed like there was a choice to be made. or maybe not.

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Aurora knew of her duties as princess, she knew how important this marriage was not only to her family, but also her people. The union with King William would not only pay all the debts her father had with him, but also would fortify one great ally. The days passed as blur, and the reality of the commited she agreed on only sank when she was alone in her chambers, and her ladies were changing her into her wedding night gown. He was older, he had seen battles and probably laid with other women before. She felt shy in his presence, alone in his room. "I'm sorry, my king. This is all too new to me, and I really don't want to make myself look like a fool", she said with a hint of accent from her home land. "If you don't mind, you'll have to take the lead since I was barely instructed on how to behave at this moment"

open to: f/nb setting: william has been offered up your muse as payment to the king (him) OR your muse has been offered up to william to be his queen and this is their wedding night

william had laid in the bed for awhile as they finally entered the room, and as soon as they did william's eyes took them in. "my, my. you are quite something." he said marveling over them. "there's no reason to be shy, i don't bite... unless you want me to." he said with a teasing smile, wanting to defuse the situation. he knew it must be weird for them, but it also was a done deal so it was fair of him to expect something of them.

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Ivana snapped her gaze at Hardin at the moment he agreeded with her. This was so not her stepbrother. He used to challenge her, provoke her, and that night. He and his brother made her feel things she had only read and talked about with her friends. Truth she never mentioned anything about that night. She was more afraid to face the feelings she felt and admit how much she enjoyed it. The boys not mentioning the night on the next days made it easier to avoid this topic. She'd work, hang out with friends and barely see them at home. The brunette sighed, thinking Hardin had come to his senses, but then he had to push her. "I wasn't myself that night... and I...", she took a deep breath, leaning against his touch. "You liked when I begged, didn't you?", she questioned him, avoiding his eyes. Her gaze followed his hand, and she let him guide upon his lap, making her lean closer to him. She liked the way the boys made her feel, how they had their way while she submitted to them, but what she liked the most about that night was how she made them feel, and the feeling was ignited again when she felt his bulge under her palm. She did it, the memories they made that night caused the same effect on him, and that feeling was addictive. "What if someone sees us?", she whispered and looked at his face while she rubbed her palm upon him.

the lust that hardin felt toward her was far more than it should be, it was odd and fucked up for him to desire her in the way that he did. That night that he and ezra did what they did it had been crossing about a hundred different lines but they had still done it and used her in ways she had probably never experienced before. Now they had gone a few weeks pretending nothing had happened, slipping right back into the normal relationship that they had never speaking or thinking about that night but it never left Hardin's memories. He thought about it frequently. "It was a huge mistake" he repeated right after he and nodded "Then why did you beg for me to cum on your face?" he asked his hand reaching out to his step sisters cheek and feeling the softness of her skin. "Ezra came directly into your mouth didn't he? And you ate it up like a hungry little whore" he said with a smirk. "I'm acting very civil " his hand moved to hers and pulled it onto his lap, directly over a bulge that had formed underneath his jeans.

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Her boyfriend was at Senior Year, and he had begged her to join him in this trip. Something about being a tradition, or whatever. Their relationship has been on and off for years, and now he had promised her he'd be more mature, and he already had a job after he graduated. They could finally start to live all the dreams that were just conversations then. They already started making plans, and she was hopeful for once. Everything seemed well, until she saw one of the people she was avoiding for weeks. Seeing Hardin on the cabin made her feel awkward, images of the sins she comitted with him and Ezra resurfaced on her mind, awaking those intense feelings on her. She waited till most of people were asleep, thinking it was safest time to go down and not face her half brother. She managed to make herself a tea, and take a sit on the living room, hoping the tea would help her to calm her nerves and have some sleep next to her boyfriend. She had her eyes closed when he approached, and the sound of his voice startled her. "Please, Hardin...", she pleaded him, and as he talked, making her remember of that night, her cheeks turned red, her chest raising slightly while she breathing got erratic. "That night was a huge mistake, and that secret must stay with us and Ezra, so shut up and let's try to acted civil during this trip, shaw we?"

open to: f muse: oliver lorenzi ( j.elordi, t.doherty, d.starkey, just say in tag if you want one of them ) plot: group of college students getting a large cabin over christmas, best friends gf, or even better could do a taboo step thing too. wanting alot of the stuff from here to be involved, especially the bolded ones here wanted fcs: here rules: read rules, or i may not reply.

the fraternity made this trip every single year and it was one of the most popular events of the year. Every single brother got to invite one date to come with them to the cabin and then there was always a handful of other girls that were invited to join as well. Nearly everyone had fallen asleep by now as oliver walked into the large living room seeing the woman currently sitting there. She had come as the date of one of his best friends. Oliver made his way and took a seat next to her "Surprised you came. Decided to stay with your boyfriend huh?" he said glancing over at her, she knew she had been dating him for a few years now. "Did you not mention to him what you did with that mouth of yours---or what i covered that pretty little face with?" the crude words flowing off his tongue far too easily "Well i suppose you wouldn't have mentioned that considering you told me how big of a mistake it was, and that you weren't that type of girl. But---when you were begging for it on your knees you sure looked like that type of girl to me".

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Aurora lived in a real life fairy tale, her father's kingdom was thriving and they were living decades of peace despite the rivals around. The princess grew up hearing the story of her ancestors, on how they arrived on ships and slowly conquered the lands in the continent, through marriage, and other not so peaceful methods. Her mother always talked to her about their strenght and how they could always rely on it, no matter what.

So, when they came in the middle of the night, Aurora finally found that strenght in her, and she and her family resisted, even though the numbers were against them. No matter how hard they fought, by dawn, her kingdom was taken , and she was on the way to a stranger land, as a war prize. They bathed and groomed her, and the only time she objected to anything was when they didn't brought her new clothes, and instead placed what looked like a golden collar around her neck. She had never felt so humiliated in her entire life, but she kept her head high. As she brought to the grand hall, she walked with poise and grace, her head still high despite the poor conditions of her display. The blonde paid no attention to the poor girl by the throne, her gaze intent on the man who was responsible for this nightmare.

She hissed when she was brought to her knees, "He's not my king", she snarled to the servant and turned her gaze filled with hatred back to the man. Aurora felt nothing but disgust when he approached her, her stance still high. "I'm not yours for taking", she said and bit her tongue as the man kept talking, her stomach sick with the things he was saying. "Forgive me, but I've never heard of your disturbed hobbies", and she continued, "I'm no pet. My name is Aurora, and I am a princess, of royal blood. You're not my master, nor my king, and you may try to break my body, but you will never break my soul", she looked at him with defiance.

open to: m/f/nb 21+. muse: his royal highness, king alarion. 35-40. richard madden. master / daddy dom (idc if it's historically accurate). plot: y/m has been taken captive and is now being forced to serve as the king's pet. i ask that you bring me your feisty, fiery muses with no intention of submitting. those who will fight for their freedom at every opportunity. take your meek, submissive muses to another thread. potential kinks include n*ncon/d*bcon, heavy petplay and master/slave, daddy kink, 24/7 collar/leash usage, se.xual torture (with positive or negative connotations), impact play, degradation & humiliation, and any other found here (feel free to ask about others not listed). connection: king/queen or prince/ss of rival kingdom. knight. lord/lady. anyone very pretty that alarion would desire. note: this is the male version of this starter.

"where is my pet?" the king’s words are accompanied by the arch of one perfect brow. the girl at his feet, resting her head on the king’s knees, makes a small, confused sound. alarion reassures her with one hand petting that pretty, dumb head. "not you, sweet dove." his gaze moves to a nearby servant, expectant look on his face. "my new pet. i trust they have been bathed and groomed to my liking?" his washerwoman, pretty girls deemed too dumb, infertile, or low-bred for marriage, bathed each of his pets daily. 'yes, your grace.' nodding over his shoulder, the servant urges another to bring them in. the second servant leads the captive into the throne room, at the end of a leash of golden chain. in front of the dais, the chain is attached to a ring in the floor, anchoring them to the spot. 'kneel before your king,' the servant hisses, forcing the captive to their knees and tightening the chain so that they cannot rise. "that will be all. take this one with you. she has been a good dog and has earned her free-time." brainwashed eyes look reluctant to leave her master, however the girl is not given a choice as a leash is clipped to her collar and the servant pulls her away. alarion rises, and as he towers above his newly styled pet, the king's critical blue eyes take in every inch of their bare skin. "sit will suffice to bring you to your knees next time." he circles their kneeling form slowly, taking in their body, perfumed and oiled; their hair, trimmed and styled to his preference; the golden collar around their neck that tells everyone of their place in society. "you are a pretty one indeed. i do not believe i will regret claiming you for my own." alarion isn't quite through with his inspection yet, but he supposes he owes them at least the kindness of explaining their situation. "now, do you know why i have taken you?" he reaches their front once more. "i am sure you are aware of my habit of collecting pets. some call them slaves, however i assure you one must be human to be considered a slave. my pets are no such thing. the girl you saw moments ago is no more than a dog. a bi.tch that would live in a kennel in any other castle. a nameless animal without value or purpose in life other than companionship for its master. my other pets are the same. and, now, so are you." plush lips curve into a smile. "you should thank me. few are worthy of the role."

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Holidays were all about gathering family around, right? Ivana had that thought on mind when she decided to spent the holidays with her mother's family. With all the mess going on with Hardin and Ezra, she needed some self time to put her mind together, and keep some distance from her step brothers to figure out all these feelings and thoughts those two awaken in her. She wasn't sure if she liked it or not, and while she was trying to figure out herself, she reconnected with an old face, Mateo. Ever since growing up, she adored him, and looked up to him. He was her favorite, after her father, of course. Now, without her father and aware of this new side of her, Ivana allowed their relationship to take another level.

She'd take care of all of his needs, whenever he desired. So when Mateo took her to a private room, she was ready to submit to him, but seeing Emilio there too startled her a bit. The brunette hide behind Mateo. She sighed at his soft words, her gaze falling on Emilio once in a while. "He's like a stranger to me", she whispered to him and placed her hands upon his chest. Mateo, Hardin and Ezra, she knew them all before, but Emilio, she had only seen him a couple of times, and although he was very attractive, she knew very little about them. "Will you guide me?", she asked, mostly to Mateo, "I really want to be good, and take care of you both"

open to: f muse: mateo & emilio plot: mateo has planned a threeway with your muse, all connections welcome, taboo stuff strongly encouraged and preferred (step stuff, sons girlfriend/wife, stuff like that) wanted fcs: here

mateo had a kind and supportive nature to him, even with how rough what they were about to do was. his hand gently ran through the younger woman's hair comforting her "this is going to be a good thing sweetheart. just like how you take care of me, you're going to take care of him" he explained in a soft tone. the connection and relationship the two had made this entire thing a bit more crazy. the older man was fairly certain this was unlike anything she had done prior so as much as he wanted to rip off her clothes and just have him and emilio get to to the pleasure both clearly wanted he wanted to walk her through everything if she had questions. "what are you thinking? you can ask me anything, you can ask emilio anything as well" emilio was mateo's best friend, and was the only person the world that mateo trusted implicitly. "this is what---you're meant for love. you're made to be this for me, and for him too".

emilio mostly remained silent at first, letting mateo walk the younger woman through the entire thing. emilio had thoughts and fantasies about the woman since he had first met her some time ago, but she had always been something just a little out of reach. however when he voiced his desires to mateo, mateo told him it was something he could arrange.

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Her mind and senses were completely awake now. The boys, her boys, had never crossed this line before. Sure there were teasing and sometimes even heavy jokes, but nothing like this. "What the hell are you talking about, Ezra? Lesson? Are you guys high, or drunk? It was just a halloween party, no… big… deal", she said with a shaking voice and felt Hardin behind her. She whimpered when she felt him attempting to touch between her thighs, her struggle getting harder the more his moves became bolder.

The last drop was when Hardin touched her panties, thankfully she didnt listen to her friend and used one, and the words he was saying... "Enough!", she turned and slapped his face hard, yelling a little, startled with the sound the slapping made, she didnt have the nerve to look at his face. She turned her gaze towards Ezra, tears in the brim of her eyes. She stepped back, her back hitting the wall weakly, walking away from his touch, "Guys, this isn`t funny anymore, you are scaring me. You are my brothers… Enough with this bullshit", she pleaded, mostly towards Ezra.

Both of the boys were extremely protective over Ivana, which perhaps one piece of why they were acting like they did feeling like someone would take advantage of her. However the reality was that both of them had talked about how sexy that Ivana was, both sharing their fantasies that they individually had about her. "we're not going to stop Ivana, you have to be taught a lesson, plain and simple. you've been a very bad girl little sister" he said his eyes feasting at the view of her chest after hardin ripped off her top.

Hardin's hand pushed up between her thighs, running against her panties as he explored parts of her body that were completely forbidden "don't lie and say you don't like this, i know what a little whore you probably are, i bet if i slide my finger into your cunt right now you'd be getting wet" hardin said his fingers teasing against the fabric. while hardin was rough and almost depraved ezra's look was more affectionate to ivana as he stood in front of her, his hand moving to her cheek "have you ever thought about either of us like this? touching you?" he asked his eyes paired with hers "i've thought about you".

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Ivana headed to her bedroom, hoping for once the boys would resume to whatever they were doing and leave her alone. She stopped when Ezra crossed her path, and shook her head. "Ezra...", the brunette sighed, missing how weirdly he was checking on her. She was still a little tipsy, all she wanted was to lay down on her bed and not handle their jokes now. Her dynamics with Ezra was a little better than how she related to Hardin. Even on his good days, Hardin could be a pain in the ass.

"What th...", she didn't have enough time get what was happening. "Hardin, stop!", she pleaded, one hand covering her exposed chest while she tried to escape from his other advances, pushing her skirt down and taking several steps away from them. "Ezra, tell him you were joking, please", she pleaded to him.

Hardin knew it was an odd living arrangement but there were some days it worked pretty well at least in his mind, though he was the most difficult to live with out of the group. The two boys listened to her as she tried to brush past them entirely as their minds turned, a lingering glance the brothers sent to eachother was the silent moment they decided what they wanted to do. It wasn't the only time they had ever thought about it, the two had even talked about the fact they were both attracted to her, so this was simply crossing that last line of a line that had already been crossed. Ezra slid in front of his sister and shook his head "Nope---not that easy sis" he said simply his eyes moving up and down her body "Take it off" Ezra said simply "Now" he added a brief moment later. Ezra was the softer of the two, but he was just as kinky as Hardin could be. Hardin shook his head "I'll help" he said moving forward his hand grabbed her top and pulled on it hard enough the fabric tore "Woops, guess you can't wear this slutty outfit again" hardin's voice spoke out as his hand pushed up her skirt. He had never touched her like this, never so blatantly crossing the line. "You wanted someone to check out your ass tonight right? So fucking take it off and show us".

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Mirela knew her father was into some dark cult. He was like one of the most powerful men back in the city, he knew every important figure of power, and he was pissed that she decided to not follow into his steps and get into the Law school. She was sure he wasn't going to forgive her, so the invitation to follow him into one of this weekend getaways with one of his groups was a real surprise for her. She just had to endure a week away adn then it was all forgiven. It was really too good to be true, but she followed him either way.

Once there, she was more than certain that she didn't want to get into her father's businness. Art was really her calling, and she knew she had made the right decision. The lectures were dull, and she had lost the count of how many roll of eyes she made. The only interesting thing, was the topic of the box. She was curious about it, and asked some of the women about it. They all seemed like she was talking some blasfemy, and the mistery of the box intrigued her even more. Mirela was heading to the dining hall, pleased that the weekend was almost over and she could go back to her life when she was abducted.

How she fought and she tried to run away, but they were stronger than her, and no matter what she tried, she was dragged to an area she had never been before. She threatened them, scratched their skin, but she was overpowered by them. They stripped her from her clothes and tied her legs apart, hands on her back and her head stay put. She was all exposed, and Mirela had never felt more vulnerable and humiliated in her whole life. "Son of a bitch", she couldn't see, but recognized the voice of the stupid leader, "Let me go right now. If my father hears of what your men did to me, he'd sue you and this cult of yours will be over, you bastard", she was crying anger tears, her hands so clenched upon her back that her knuckles were white, and the skin of her palm cut with her nails.

plot: jacob is a cult leader. your muse doesn't believe in the cult, but was brought by her bf/family/someone. every year they have a 'reaping' for the cults c-m dump who is locked into a gloryhole. your muse was picked, and the leader is the first to use her. your muse had no idea it was there because it is primarily used by the men.

it was never to be discussed between the women. not that any of them would dare. being caught with the crime of discussing the box led to another fifteen entries of your name. the new girls often had no idea about it, usually not finding out for a few years. it worked in a simple way: at the beginning of the year, a name was drawn. that girl was "sent away to work" and put inside a small box. for eight hours a day, men could use her in whatever way they wanted. at the end of the year, another girl was picked.

jacob wasn't there for the actual grabbing of her. it was likely random. she was probably going about her day on the commune as normal when someone grabbed her and moved her into the small box where the girl would be found. it was a perfect set up: you could walk to either side of the wall and either fuck her face or her other holes.

"so you're the unlucky winner, huh?" jacob asked as he stepped into the room. "the guys here will keep you nice and busy."

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This wasn't the best arrangement, but sharing the apartment with her half brothers helped her saving money for her own place someday. The girls from the kindergarden invited her into this halloween party, they needed her to be the Posh Spice and she thought, why not. So instead of going home, she headed from the school to one of her friends' house to get ready for the party.

The hours went by, and Ivana had way too much fun, dancing and drinking with the girls like there would be no tomorrow. Except that she was dreading to come home and face the boys. She stayed out till late, hoping they would be already asleep, or perhaps on their own party somewhere else. She sighed at the sound of the tv still on, she tried her best to keep cool at Hardin's words, her only reaction was a small roll of her eyes while she struggled to get her boots off.

She ignored most of their talk, too tired and hangover to deal with them at the moment, "I'm glad they weren't here tonight, 'cause I would have to clean your mess in the morning all by myself, she pushed Ezra's hand away from her with the boots and started moving to her room. "It's pass your bed time, boys... Let's talk in the morning, shall we?", she said and dropped her boots on her way, "Good night, boys"

open to: f muse: hardin and ezra winthrop plot: kinda that plot that has been floating around forever about her coming home dressed fairly revealing and them punishing her for it. degrading vibes, etc. taboo strongly encouraged. wanted fcs: here

Perhaps it was a bit weird to live in apartment with both of them, but the three of them found some sort of balance living together. Hardin wasn't always the easiest person to get along with, he was impulsive and said what he thought the moment he thought it which often lead to arguments but tonight he was sitting up watching tv late when he heard the door finally open, he had assumed she has to work late but when he saw her outfit he knew it was not that. "Ez----get your ass out here" he called out to his brother as he stood up and looked at the girl, shaking his head as she walked in "You're dressed like a cheap s!ut, i mean you usually are but tonight especially. is this how you want people to see you?" he shook his head more a look of disappointment on his face. "I think you need to be taught a lesson" hardin's voice was harsh as he looked at her.

Ezra rounded the corner and instantly laughed a bit "what brothel are you working for? did you at least make some good money tonight?" ezra was more jovial about his words, not necessarily meaning to be harsh but still finding humor in the situation as he approached her, his hand reaching out to touch the skimpy skirt she was wearing. "Babe---you gotta know this is only going to get one reaction. We almost had friends over tonight, if you had been wearing this they would have gone rabid. It's not common i agree with Hardin but in this situation i agree----might need to be taught a lesson".

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Henry was pissed to say the least. While his sister and brother in law was out of town, he imagined he'd have all the time in the world to use his perfect little niece at his pleasure. The forbid affair they had going on as lately filled his days with excitment. Her youth and eagerness was refreshing, and he was getting used to get her to warm him whenever he commanded. The party tonight proved to be a complete disaster and a real challenge for him. He imagined that he'd have her and her body all to himself, the others would be too distracted, right? No. Not only he had to endure the dull conversations with the parents, he also had to share her with those stupid friends. Now, he was in the backseat thanks to an annoying housewife that thought it wasn't a good idea for him to drive, since he drank too much to handle her loud voice. If it was up to him, they were already at this place, where he'd punish her for being a naught girl that night. He felt her shifting by her side, but only turned around when he felt something on his thight. Blue hues looked down at the tiny piece of the fabric and he smirked. He turned his gaze towards her while he hid the lace panties on the pocket of his trousers. "This won't make up for tonight, kiddo", he said quietly, his voice low. "Be quiet", it was a simple and firm command while he slid his hand under her dress. He turned his gaze back to the window again, and absently started running his curled finger along her slit, opening just slightly so he could play with her bundle of nerves, going down, he circled her entrance, and then he moved up again, repeating the movement until he felt her getting creamy under his touch.

open to: m / nb

connection type: boyfriend, best friend, family friend, rival-turned-fuckbuddy, brother’s best friend, ex-boyfriend, dad’s best friend, uncle, step-brother.

plot: gwen and your muse are driving home from a halloween party where she spent most of the time teasing your muse - some secret kisses here, some lingering touches there -, and while the drive isn’t a long one, she just can’t wait until they’re home. but the thing is, they aren’t the only ones in the car.

muse: gwendolyne fane. 23-27 years old. she/her. jewelry heiress, a spoiled little thing who’s used to getting what she wants whenever she wants. submissive. heterosexual.

                    the song coming from the stereo was one gwendolyne had been obsessed with as of late, so she couldn’t help but happily hum under her breath while doing a quick check of her surroundings. to her left, her best friend had her face pressed against the window and snored softly. in the front, her other friends bickered over which radio station was better. everyone was properly distracted, and the blonde just knew she had to use that to her advantage, shifting in her seat just enough to hook her fingers through the sides of her lace panties and drag them down her smooth legs. biting down on her lower lip to hold a giggle, gwen swiftly dropped her panties on the thigh of the person sitting right next to her and turned her head to look at them, waiting.

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If there was any dominance stance from Mirela when she kissed the blonde, it all vanished when she noticed the brunette, and she got surrended by her gaze. She found herself sitting upon her lap, kissing her hungrily while the blonde watched. "Thanks", she smiled upon her lips, gasping slightly when she was grabbed by her neck into another kiss. Her hands cupped the other's face and she moaned into the kiss, feeling a surprising bulge in her slacks while she grinded her on her lap. "Fuck...", she moaned breathless eyeing the blonde while she was pulled into another kiss, making her wetter.

The idea of going home and be at the mercy of those two gorgeous woman was enough for Mirela to be at her most submissive mode. "Please, tell me what to do", she pleaded, raising her hem of her mini dress so London could have better access to her ass, she leaned her body behind and eyed Nicola, taking her hand and sliding her between her legs, where she could touch her wettness, "Look what you made me, so ready to be your plaything", she licked her lips, "I'm yours ladies"

open for: subby f/femme faces plot: the original is lost to time (to me), but the vibe is !! your muse kisses one of mine at a club, but my muse is married and so they clearly have to kiss her wife too so she doesn’t get jealous, and the next thing they know they’re waking up to a text from my muses like "did you make it home okay baby? ❤️"

“mhm, good save,” nicola teases, letting her lips brush against the other’s with a hum after their first taste of a kiss. watching the younger femme kiss her wife had arched her brow, and luckily her missing something? energy had quickly been picked up. “it’s important to be fair…” nicola grins as she cups the back of the other’s neck to pull her into another kiss, this one a little deeper, a little filthier—enough to have her thick cock twitching to life in her slacks. “babe, what do we think?” nicola glances to london with a lick of her lips, the thumping music of the club pulsing through her veins with a twist of arousal. “should we take her home and play with her?”

“that depends,” london says, smirking as she watches her wife’s tongue slide into the other’s mouth for a second. “how much does she want to be played with?” despite being spoken to nicola, it’s addressed to the femme in nicola’s lap, given london’s hand cupping and squeezing at their ass. the vip section of the club wasn’t a place to go all out, but there’s no reason not to get things started here. “god, the things we’d do to you—but you need to prove yourself a little, first, don’t you?”

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This was an absurd, but Ivana didn't care at this point. She was tired of the boys she had dated before, the last breakup was messy, and she found comfort staying a few days at her big brother's place, until her ex would go back to her place and take all of his stuff. After some glasses of wine, she started ranting about her heartbreak, and how much she'd like to be with a real man. It felt like a good idea kissing Hugh, after all her brother was very good looking. Ivana thought she was in trouble when he grabbed her by the hand and dragged around the house. She barely had time to recognize where she was when she felt his firm touch all over her body. She gasped when she was turned around, realizing she was in fact at his bedroom. A small scream left her lips when he spanked her, the skin burning hot where his hand made contact. Breathless, she walked to the bed, dropping her robe as she walked, revealing the cute babydoll dress she had under it, and stayed on her knees. She leaned her torso down, lifting her rear on the air and doing as she was ordered. "L-like this?", she questioned him weakly, looking over her shoulder she saw his movements and swallowed dryly. This was nothing like her previous vanilla experiences, and now it was too late to stop it now.

open to: females.

plot: leading to this (and this and/or this if you're feeling it). let me know.

suggested connection: first date, someone he picked up at a bar, casual l.over who he keeps using because he knows she's in love with him, sister, daughter, niece, step-connection, offspring's girlfriend or best friend, best friend's daughter, a professional he picked up on the street iykwim (bonus points if she's inexperienced and doesn't know what she's signing up for), and anything else.

written with beta editor. do not like my starters + please read my rules.

THEY HAD BARELY ENTERED HIS BEDROOM when his hands were on the female, roaming all over her fragile body, grabbing and groping wherever touch fell. after a stressful month at work and very little time to take care of his needs, hugh desperately needed somebody to drain his balls into, it didn't really matter who as long as she was cute and easy enough to win over to his cause. "get on the bed." firmly, male maneuvered her around and pointed towards the mentioned location, offering a sharp spank to her rear as she moved into position. "ass in the air," he gruffly continued to order, tugging down the waistband of his pants and freeing the much neglected bulge that had grown between legs. "spread your legs for d*ddy. that's a good girl."

[forbidesire]

A maiden sacrificed for the good of the people. Aurora knew exactly where she was getting in when she was considered for this sacrifice. The young princess would help with the protection of the kingdom, bards would sing about herand her bravery. But as she was standing there bonded in the dark forest, courage faultered her, and she wanted to run. Desperation took in when she felt like she was being watched, a presence around her. A small scream left her lips when she saw the creature taking form, her whole body froze at the sight. He was huge, and everything about him exhaled power. Tears streamed down her fache when he made contact, and Aurora looked at his amber eyes before pleading, "Please, make it quick"

open starter: magnus (f/nb femme presenting) plot: your muse gets sacrificed to the monster in the woods. this blog uses beta editor / do not like my starters

he smells them before he sees them, and the sound of them struggling in their bonds draws him in like a moth to the flame. emerging from shadows inhumanly amber yellow eyes fix themselves on the other as the fabled monster in the woods shows himself to be very much real. he says nothing at first, merely closes the distance to grab them by the jaw to turn their head this way and that as if were inspecting them and determining their worth. "so you're who they've sent me this time. not bad."

[forbidesire]

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