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🍋 OPEN NARCISSA STARTER

OPEN TO : m / f / nb PROMPT : based on this. (can be set in a first-war hp setting or a modernized elite au) CONNECTIONS : tab*o, family friend, one of her sisters' partners, fiance's friend/rival, random encounter, frenemy, etc. whatever works!

"Pretty, huh?" Her breathy laughter is quick to follow, pale fingers passing back the rolled joint now that she's gotten over the brief coughing fit. Her lungs ache from the burn, but it's a pleasant sort of pain. Not entirely unwelcome. "I always look good." Not that Narcissa minds the flattery, the warmth that had already been collecting beneath her skin pools beneath the rounded crests of her cheeks. This isn't really her thing — she's never smoked before and barely even touches more than the occasional bottle of wine or champagne. Despite having a plethora of reasons to chase a high, the pretty blonde has always been too obsessed with keeping control.

"Wait..." She mumbles weakly, overwhelmed by the sudden proximity and the electric feel of fingertips against the back of her neck. Whatever protest she has - all of her thoughts, really - die when their lips graze her own and the gasp of air that she takes fills her lungs with that same delicious burn as before.

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@misaligncd

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One - I'm finally switching out fcs for Narcissa.

Two - I'd like to use her and Professor Tom Riddle out of my HP bbs. Doesn't have to be canon, could easily be in a high society dark academia type thing. We're mostly here for degeneracy and filth lmao Soooo, if that's something you're interested in then let me know!

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Here are my OPENS and here is my WISH LIST. Tag me in starters or come plot a thing!

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"You're telling me the idea doesn't excite you? Not even a little bit?" He couldn't help but taunt her, those long fingers of his slipping beneath her thighs to tug her even further into his orbit. "It doesn't tickle something deep down inside of you to think that I could bury my dick inside your cute little pussy that one glorious night and be ready to risk an iron-clad prenup just to do it again?" In truth, divorce had been inevitable before Gideon and Christine had walked down the aisle (it always was with him) but this newest obsession had certainly turned a slow-burning match into a full on forest fire.

He couldn't focus on pretenses and formalities — not when his best friend's pretty little daughter was swimming around in his brain. Not when his every thought was filled with the softness of her skin and the breathy way she begged for release. "It is a bad idea," he agreed all too easily, "but you don't get where I am by being afraid to take risks." His fingers hooked around her waistband, tall body bowing as he knelt down and slowly dragged the fabric down her tanned hips and thighs. Her arousal filled his nose, nostrils flaring at the thick and decadent scent. All he wanted to do was make a home of her thighs and the glance that he gave her, gold-flecked through the thick of his lashes were full of silent promises of exactly what he was going to do to her.

"I have to have you, Dovey." He said it simply, unapologetic. His burning palms pushed her knees further apart, hot mouth searing her inner thigh as he began to trail a path to the promised land. Nothing could have kept him away; neither divine intervention or her dear old dad. Gideon draped her legs over his shoulders, grip conforming to the round shape of her ass to draw her closer to the ledge and closer to his slavering mouth. The tip of his chiseled nose taunted her folds, brushing against her clit. He was content to savor the moment, breathe her in. When it was all too much to take he finally went in for a taste, tongue slicing through her rosy lips to dip deep inside of her.

His growl rumbled between them, chin and cheeks smeared with her juices as he began to brand his name into her cunt just as he'd promised. The man speared her with his tongue, fucking her with the same vigor that he gave all pursuits in his life. Only the best, always for her.

"i don't know," she choked out, feeling like he was already doing a good job of overwhelming her. it was why she had attempted to keep some distance between her and him. there were so many different emotions hitting her. her breath hitched at how he taunted her, unsure why she couldn't pull away from him," you aren't being fair," she protested," i can't even think straight." it was the same issue that she had that other night. his body had overwhelmed hers, forced her to feel things that she hadn't thought possible. pleasure had been unfamiliar until him.

there was the urge to clap her hand over his mouth if only to stop him from talking. already she had the feeling she understood how he had managed to convince four women to marry him. his words were sweet like honey but she knew he was dangerous. a whimper fell from her as she shook her head," gideon," she breathed," please tell me you aren't-aren't leaving her because of me." she didn't know what she was supposed to do. her hand lifted as if to shove at his chest but instead latched onto his shoulder. she couldn't help but gasp as his finger teased her nipple. her face was bright red and she was taken by surprise when he again, moved.

the blonde found herself on the table with him slotted between her thighs. her gaze went towards the entryway of the kitchen, relieved the rest of the house was asleep. the staff had been dismissed for the night. her nose crinkled at his words as he coaxed her face up," uncle gideon." she wished that she could protest somehow but instead he was pulling her into a kiss. it was as if he was starved for her as she found herself unable to do anything but kiss him back.

her mouth moving against his as she felt his tongue seek hers out. she barely realized he had broken the kiss. her chest heaved as she realized what he was doing," you kno-know you shouldn't," she whispered, hating how desperate her body felt. every single part of her was on edge as she groaned," such a bad idea." so why were her hips pushing towards his as she stared up at his face? her hands were grasping at him as if her life depended on it.

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Cherry's sanity had been slipping away from her for months now, frayed threads that had kept unraveling with each midnight visit from the very same boy peeling her dress from her porcelain frame. She was at a point where she could only give in to the madness, toned arms raising to allow the inevitable - this perverse need that had them both in such a chokehold - to happen. The redhead wanted to scream and lash out like some wild animal, to cry and laugh at the same time. Instead, she allowed Luciano to pull her onto his lap, milky thighs spreading wide to accommodate his body beneath her own.

"Don't do that — don't say such sweet things." Her palm fell on his mouth, her swollen breasts pushing against his chest even as she instinctively rocked against his lap. "I hope it was torture. I wanted my absence to bring you pain." Even through the thick material of his sweats she could feel him, hard and straining against her panty-clad core. There was no mistaking the effect she had on the father of her unborn child, just as there was no mistaking that she was practically dripping for him in return. Cherry replaced her hand with her mouth, capturing his lips in another needy kiss. Even though he'd had her countless times already, this was all so very new to her and the ex-church girl instinctively rode out the wave.

"You know, I've tried everything?" She whispered the bitter confession against his jawline, fingers fumbling behind her back to unfasten the clasps of her lacy bra. "I thought if I could just do it myself, I wouldn't really need you. My fingers? Toys? Nothing worked." Cherry had been so frustrated after each attempt, screaming into her sheets and pillows while his smug face floated through her head. "How fucked up is that, hm?" The uncharacteristic curse slipped past her lips as she leaned away to toss her bra from the couch. "But that's when I knew - when I realized that it has to be you." She gripped his wrists then, bringing his hands to her breasts and the overly sensitive buds that were strained and all but begging for his attention.

"You've ruined me, Luciano." Pure and simple fact. Her hips rolled in emphasis, staining both of them with her slick arousal. "I want - I need it to be even. I want to see you bare beneath me. I want to watch as you cum because you just can't hold it back any longer. I need you to fill me - make me whole." She put her weight on her knees, lifting up enough to give him space. "So, just take off these stupid sweats already. I want to see you in the light."

"use your words," he teased, knowing that he was pushing her. he was relieved that what he had done had paid off. otherwise he knew that he would have kept it going. now he knew that she felt the same damn need that had haunted him. it had killed him that she hadn't seen him that first day he had seen her. of course, now he knew that he was going to be on her mind, every single day. she was carrying a reminder of him within her. it was almost funny to him how she didn't seem to stop him when he dragged her further into his apartment.

his hands were moving as if they had a mind of their own. he didn't bat an eye as she declared that she hated him. her hands clawed at his bare chest but he didn't even flinch," i know baby," he told her," i know but you did the same thing to me!" she had turned into his drug of choice. he had tried so hard to forget about her but the image of her refused to leave his head. she had driven him to go to such lengths that he never would have dreamed of. he would have said more but found himself being pulled into a searing kiss.

he shrugged as he busied himself with bringing her dress further and further up her frame," i haven't slept either, since you left town." he wanted to demand to know where she was. instead he was more focused on feeling her body against his. she had become his home and she always would be. he forced himself to pull away only to drag her dress up and over her head, letting it drop. his hands reached for hers as he backed up towards the couch," i'm right here cherry," he told her, attempting to pull her onto his lap," take what you need, show me that i belong to you just like you belong to me."

he desperately wanted to toss her onto the cushions and bury himself between her thighs. instead he forced himself to keep his hands at her waist, only because he wanted to see what she would do next," i missed you so much."

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"Please what, Dovey?" Gideon relished the picture that the small little blonde made, all wide-eyed and breathless before him. He hadn't forgotten how breathy she sounded when she was close to unraveling, the tight walls of her pussy quivering around his cock as he drove them both to the brink of oblivion. "You didn't stop me before," he taunted warmly, grinding himself into her open palm. "I think we both know you're not putting up much of a resistance now." He tilted his head back to meet her doe-eyed gaze, taking in the soft flush on her round cheeks and the feverish panic behind her lashes. She was the literal definition of temptation and he was showing considerable restraint by not having already just taken a bite.

"Who could ever forget you, sweetheart?" The question was asked in earnest, whiskey-colored eyes searching the bright blue skies of her own. "One taste of you and everything else pales in comparison. You're so alive, Dovey. So delightfully responsive." His free hand lifted in emphasis, taunting the outline of a nipple through the thin material of her skimpy little tank top. The pad of his thumb flicked against the nub, gaze intently watching her every reaction as he continued to toy with her. He knew that she still felt this kinetic energy between them too; otherwise, she wouldn't have gone out of her way to make herself so scarce. A decadent hum left lips and he let go of her long enough to place his hands on her hips to lift her onto the table.

"No more talk of boyfriends and wives," he instructed, nestling his large frame between her creamy thighs. "There's only you andUncle Gideon now, hm?" Fingers tangled in the blonde hairs at her crown, lifting her face to better meet his own. He put pressure on her throat with his thumbs, coaxing her as he leaned in for a hungry kiss. "That's my sweet girl." Gideon growled against her plush mouth before trespassing past the barrier of her teeth with his tongue and sampling the honey taste that had taunted him for weeks. Only when he needed a break for oxygen did he make his intentions clear: "I want to write my name inside your cunt over and over until it's the only word in your vocabulary."

"isn't that what all of them have said?" she asked, choosing to ignore what he was clearly implying. dove had attended every single one of his weddings. she knew about his wandering eye and still thought that he would forget their mistake. she still didn't know what had come over her. she had to stop herself from practically squirming. she had to fight the urge to cross her arms because it would make how uncomfortable she was, obvious. since she no longer lived in the house, all that was there clothing wise were things from her teenage years. a matching set that was a bit form fitting as far as the tank top went. she forced herself to focus on taking a few sips of water if only to stall.

her eyes widened ever so slightly," just a few dates," she admitted," we aren't-it's not serious." her entire body tensed as he began to move towards her. his movement almost seemed cautious as he closed the distance. she set the bottle on the table, hating how suddenly hot she felt. it was her childhood home she was standing in and she should not have been feeling the urge to flee. she feared that she wouldn't be able to help herself if he touched her, reached for her even," gideon!" she wanted to tell him to knock it off but the words were caught on her tongue," you can't-we-don't ask me that." it was becoming evident that her hope that he would forget what they had done, was wrong.

"have you even tried?" she asked, knowing the answer already. her eyes followed his movement, unsure what to do. her heart was racing and she wished that she could disappear. quickly she began to shake her head as he uttered that damn nickname," please." he was on her before she could make another move. her body trapped between the table and his frame, overwhelmed," i haven't done anything-don't blame me." her eyes widened as he took her hand only to guide it down towards the obvious bulge hidden beneath his pants. she whimpered as her fingers brushed against him and she stared up towards his face. his words shouldn't have caused her stomach to do a backflip or for the ache that had been dull to grow stronger," why can't-can't you just forget me? go back to her?"

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"Luciano — please." Her plea came breathless and feverish, and the sound of the door closing behind the girl was a heavy punctuation. There was no turning back from this; no running away like she hadn't come here for the very same reason that he'd climbed through her open window all those nights before. The deeper they ventured into his place, the thicker the tension grew and each drag of oxygen into her lungs felt heavy. Cherry didn't even have time to glance around the male's living room, incapable of looking anywhere but at those damnably deep - damnably demanding - eyes of his. A pink tongue darted out to wet her parched lips, the feel of his fingers tangling in her dress and his palms grazing her flesh all too potent to ignore.

Be a good girl.

"God, I hate you!" She tossed out the words without thinking, heated and angrier with herself than with him. "I - I hate what you've done to me — this mess you've made of me!" Manicured nails scratched at the flesh beneath their grasp, trailing a path from chest to nape. It was infuriating, feeling like this! Needing him like this! The eyes that searched his face were both feverish and wet, just like the rest of her. "I don't want this; just take it back!" Cherry used her strength to pull him closer, mouth crashing against mouth like she could transfer even an iota of her torture back to him. There was some small comfort in knowing that he needed her just as badly — that he wouldn't be able to stop himself whether she begged for it or not.

"I haven't been able to sleep — is that what you want to hear?" The words came out ragged and hoarse, her body instinctively seeking out Luciano's warmth. "I - I lie awake at night because I can't think about anything else but you and how empty I feel without you inside me and - and your weight trapping me against the mattress." It was disgusting! Depraved. "I hear you in my head and even when I try to get away, you're still everywhere I go." It was sick; she was sick. "I - I've tried — I need..." A frustrated groan rumbled in the back of her pretty throat. "I need you."

"as if that's a bad thing," teased luciano, knowing he was the reason she had been shunned. there was only a small part of him that felt guilty about it. he hadn't been able to help himself when it came to her. he still couldn't and she seemed to have zero idea of the hold she had on him. she had burrowed her way under his skin and remained there. he merely shrugged as he stared down at her face," because you have to say it or you won't get what you want, be honest with yourself." as much as she might have wanted to pretend that she wasn't effected by him, he knew she was. otherwise she wouldn't be placing her hands on his bare chest. he let his hand move from her waist to her lower back, right against her spine. the feeling of her baby bump pressing into him was one he adored.

his eye brows arched up as she continued to attempt to stumble over her words. his grin only grew as she couldn't bring herself to say what he had done," because i'm the one who fucked you? filled up your pussy night after night with my cum? made you make such a damn mess of yourself that your smell lingered on me for days and your cunt craves it, doesn't it?" he knew that she had a point and she knew nothing about him. he only nodded in mock understanding," i'll let you know anything you want to but you owe me, first." he loved seeing how wound up she was becoming just by being close to him. he even imagined that he'd be able to go under her skirt and she'd be dripping for him.

"i can tell you are," he told her, doing his best to be serious. though that was a struggle given how adorable she was being. he shrugged before he began to step back into the house and pulled her right along with him. the door swung shut behind them and he was tugging her towards the living room," i don't think i have." he had taken so much from her but he was a greedy bastard. he set the ultra sound photo on the end table before his hands were tugging her skirt up towards her hips," but i want you to admit it, admit that you miss me, you miss my touch and you fucking need it, be a good girl."

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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 .    (   a  series  of  nsfw  prompts ,  separated  by  quotes   &   acts .   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one  who  posted  the  meme .  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts  )

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❛  pin .   to  restrain  my  muse’s  hands  during  intimacy . ❛  mirror .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  in  front  of  a  mirror . ❛  deny .   to  deny  my  muse  an  orgasm . ❛  distance .   to  have  [ phone / video ]  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  playlist .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  while  music  is  playing . ❛  paw .   to  fondle  my  muse’s   [ chest  /  ass ] . ❛  wall .   to  pin  my  muse  against  a  wall . ❛  table .   to  hoist  my  muse  onto  a  [ table  /  counter ] . ❛  clothed .   to  make  my  muse  come  while  fully  dressed . ❛  finger .   to  finger  my  muse . ❛  oral .   to  give  my  muse  oral . ❛  fervent .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  after  a  fight . ❛  distraction .   to  rile  my  muse  up  during  a  film . ❛  mark .   to  leave  marks  on  my  muse  [  optional :  specify where  ] . ❛  tie .   to  use  restraints  on  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  throat .   to  choke  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  sparring .   for  sparring  to  turn  into  sex . ❛  toys .   to  use  toys  [ vibrator / strap / otherwise ]  on  my  muse . ❛  imagery .   to  send  my  muse  a  risque  photo . ❛  drag .   to  pull  my  muse  closer  by  a  piece  of  clothing . ❛  tear .   to  tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛  shower .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  in  the  [ shower / bath ] . ❛  sneaky .   to  sneak  away  from  a  gathering  to  have  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  beg .   to  make  my  muse  beg . ❛  carnal .   to  [ scratch / bite ]  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  preoccupied .   to  rile  my  muse  up  as  they  [ read / work ] . ❛  jealous .   to  purposefully  make  my  muse  react  possessively . ❛  dare .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  based  off  a  dare . ❛  read .   to  re-enact  something  from  a  [ book / show / porn ]  with  my  muse . ❛  collapse .   to  break  a  bed  during  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  caught .   to  get  caught  with  my  muse  during  sex .

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"Something along those lines." He parroted the darling little girl's words back to her almost wolfishly, hiding his sly grin behind the drink he took from his glass of scotch. "She said that I've grown distant — that something, maybe even someone, has stolen all my thoughts." The way that his amber gaze trailed over her svelte form was hardly shy, indulging in the vision that she inevitably created even when wearing her cute sleep things. His cock stirred at the mere sight of her, memories of what it felt like to be buried to the hilt in her velvet heat jumping to the forefront of his thoughts just as they had so many times before. Gideon let out a low hiss of air, all too willing to allow the burn of liquor to take the blame.

"Your father tells me you have a little boyfriend now. I think that's adorable." The words were honey and saccharine, long fingers trailing along the polished table once he stood up and decreased some of the distance between them. Each step was slow. Methodical. He only wanted her to feel the tension; he didn't want her to run away too soon. "Does he give you butterflies, Dovey?" Despite the conversational tone there was a ravenous glint in his eye, pearly teeth on prominent display. "Has he made you cum?" Gideon doubted it. She wouldn't be nearly so anxious around him if someone else had been capable of giving him the same gifts that he'd left her with last time.

"You know, I can't stop thinking about you." He isn't ashamed to admit it. Gideon has always gone after his desires like a starved creature on the hunt. How else would he have made and kept his fortune for so long? "My sweet, sweet, Dovey...." He closed the distance between them fully now, trapping her slight body between his and the table's ledge. "Do you see what you've done to me? Would you like to feel it?" The older male gripped her wrist, guiding her hand to the bulge that he sported beneath his silk sleep pants. He craned his tawny head, ducking slightly to whisper hotly against the shell of her ear. "What if I spread you on this table and devoured you whole right here and now?"

dove had known that what she had done was a mistake, perhaps even a fluke. it was something that she had been doing her best to forget. sometimes that was easier said than done but she was determined. even it meant saying yes when someone from her childhood popped back up in her life to ask for a date. so far there had been a handful of them but it felt pointless. he wasn't the distraction that she needed but she didn't want to admit that. that night she had been forced to go to her parent's home. her dad had wanted her to sign some documents and of course she had gotten here right as dinner was being served.

she had heard through the grapevine about gideon's fourth marriage being on the rocks. it was almost a running joke amongst their social circles about how he couldn't seem to make them work. dove already knew that it was because of her but refused to think too much about it. she wished she could say it was a surprise when she realized that he was at her family's home. according to her father, he needed to be among the people who cared for him. if only he knew what had happened under the same roof between his daughter and friend, a mere few weeks ago.

the blonde had tried to head out but a guilt trip had been laid on her. that was how she found herself attempting to sleep in her childhood bedroom. after a good twenty or so minutes of tossing and turning, she gave up. instead heading down to the kitchen and she froze upon realizing it wasn't empty," uncle gideon." her heart felt like it jumped up to her throat at the sight of him. it was clear to her that he had been drinking. she forced herself to move towards the fridge to peer inside of it," something along those lines." her hand reached for a bottle of water but she almost froze at his words," its just for one night and he didn't tell me that you were here until he got me to agree." the fridge swung shut as she turned towards him," did christine kick you out?"

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"It's not my church anymore." She breathed out the retort in a pointed whisper, too caught up in the way he'd so effortlessly pulled her into his tall frame. "What does it matter?" Being this close to Luciano was more than a little overwhelming after so many days of vehemently denying the closeness that she craved. Every pull of oxygen into her burning lungs was full of his scent and there was nowhere else for the girl to look but at his smug, smirking face. It was like something she'd already dreamed — it was everything that she feared and everything that she wanted at the same goddamned time. Cherry's palms were flat against his exposed chest, the rhythmic beating of his heart strong against her hand.

"There are things I need to know." Not necessarily a lie. "Now that I know it was you who....who...." She still couldn't fully say it, freckled cheeks flaming with a myriad of troubled and conflicting emotions. "I need to know your medical history for the baby, and - and —" And what, exactly? Even if she wanted to, there was no denying the effect that the tattoo artist was having on her. Cherry couldn't breathe; she couldn't think! Any sane, normal person would have run back out the open door by now. (They wouldn't have shown up in the first place!) Her minty gaze had to rip its way from Luciano's mouth to focus on his eyes. "Please, I - I'm trying..."

What was she trying at, though? Not self-preservation, surely. She hadn't gone to the police, even though she should have. Cherry had reasoned with herself that it would only make things worse. She preferred her family's self-righteous scorn to their worthless pity and she didn't want to have to tell her daughter one day that the only reason she was conceived was because her mother was a naive little idiot and her father... "Haven't you taken enough from me?" She didn't want to have to say it; she didn't want to have to admit the hold he had on her even when she'd made a point of getting away. She'd found a nice modeling job to pay the bills, she'd had the broken window fixed and her locks changed. None of it was enough — it wasn't what she wanted.

lucanio had felt like he was on the verge of losing his mind. though if anyone knew what he had been doing for months they would have said it was long gone. he had realized she was out of town and it had gutted him. he had grown addicted to the feeling of her body against his own. he had relished in the moments where he was able to feel the growing bump that was their baby. he had tried his best to go about his routine but there was a large gaping hole in his every day. he had been booked solid at the shop which had been a bit of a distraction. though he wasn't sure how much longer he could handle it.

he had been attempting to get some sleep since he hadn't gotten much in the past few days. the sound of rapid knocking at the door had made him shoot upright. no one showed up to his apartment unless he owed them money or something. he didn't exactly like guests in his own space. he stumbled from his bed towards the front door, not bothering with a shirt. his sweats hung dangerously low on his waist as he rubbed at one of his eyes. his hand shot out to undo the deadbolt before he yanked open the door. to say he was stunned was an understatement to see cherry at his door. she looked so damn pretty and she was all dolled up for him. for once, he was rendered speechless as he stared at her. she threw him for another loop when she held up what seemed to be an ultra sound photo. patiently, he waited for her to speak because he was so curious.

he had to stop himself from chuckling as she stumbled over her words. one hand reached to take the photo from her grasp and the other shot out to grasp at her dress. only to tug her close so that their faces were inches apart," she's going to be beautiful, just like her mother," he taunted, taking a good look at the photo but then his attention was all on her," but that's not why you are here, is it? i know they taught you in that church of yours that it's a sin to lie so tell me the truth."

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🍋 closed starter for @misaligncd

It wasn't the first night that Gideon had found sleep an elusive creature; just one of many since that first night he'd coaxed his best friend's darling little daughter into letting him cum in her pretty little cunt. A part of him had known what the outcome would be; all good things inevitably became an addiction to him. Still, he'd at least played at being a decent fellow since then. He hadn't called her phone; he hadn't tracked her down or used his sweet words to cajole her into his lap again. Perhaps it would have been better for them both if he had — because ruminating had only made the hunger worse.

When fucking his newest wife, Dove was all he could think of. Her pretty blonde hair, those wide doe eyes. The memory of her generous tits and the feel of her wrapped around his cock like a vice made a mockery of the woman he'd married, a cold and pencil-thin shrew. Truth be told, the thrill of the conquest of having Christine had faded even before he'd fucked the younger girl, now there was nothing left of the marriage bed but cinders and ash. Divorce number four was already in the works and his dear friend was stupid enough to think that Gideon was grieving over it while he stayed in their home.

"Dovey —" His voice, though pleasant, was thick with hunger and the burn of liquor once the object of his many fantasies waltzed into the dimly lit kitchen. Her father had already called it a night hours ago, leaving the man with a fine bottle of scotch and his many sordid thoughts. "Can't sleep, darling?" Gideon was already pouring himself another glass. "You know, I didn't get the opportunity to say how glad I am that your father convinced you to stay."

[lemonadecabaret]

🍋 Closed Starter for @misaligncd

Stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid! Cherry let out a stilted breath, minty eyes staring at the gilded number on the door as she read it for what felt like the hundredth time. She shouldn't even know his address — she shouldn't even care where he lived. The redhead definitely shouldn't be standing there like a little idiot, contemplating whether or not she would actually knock like there was any universe or reality where the pregnant girl wanted to be invited in. Nimble fingers smoothed over the pretty dress that she wore, delicate and gentle as they passed over her burgeoning stomach. Christ, how she hated herself right now!

Three quick, anxious knocks fell on the door — too fast and too late for her to take back. She was better than this, she knew. The past few days had proven that she could get her life in order; that what he'd done hadn't entirely ruined her. Why then, was Luciano all she'd been able to think about? Even now as she heard his steps on the other side, her heart raced and her adrenaline spiked. Heat flooded her freckled cheeks at the memory of his weight on her body and his whispers in her ear. All she could do was raise the ultrasound pictures like a shield, meeting his gaze in the open light for once.

"I - I can't — I shouldn't..." Cherry couldn't help but stammer. "It's just, they did the anatomy scan and..." Her voice trailed off weakly, lost in the proximity. Lost in looking at him. "A girl — she's a girl."

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After a bout of sickness and work-related nonsense, I am back around! I'm going to be working on drafts but I'm also in the mood for holiday-related things, historical things, age gaps, using some of my HP characters, darker themes, etc.

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🍋 OPEN LO STARTER

OPEN TO : m / f / nb PROMPT : your muse and their partner have been seing lo in a professional setting for some time to try and fix problems they've been having in the intimacy department. (details up to you!) she is a student doctor, currently working on getting her clinical experience to earn her full license as a sex therapist. the sessions have never fully ventured over the line of professionalism, but the tension is obviously there.

"I see your partner isn't joining us today?" The blonde's tone is professional but curious, her green gaze trailing towards the closed door as if she might find the other running late. "I hope it had nothing to do with the homework assignment I gave you?" Lo had suggested a little roleplaying to try and find their spark. It was all fairly innocent as far such things went — go to a bar, pretend to be strangers seeking one wild night of reckless inhibition. Blunt teeth caught the flesh of her lower lip as she made a little note on her clipboard before allowing the present half of her current case study to have the whole of her attention. "How can I help you today, then?"