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“You put too much value on them, Satyrn. Just because they have wealth doesn’t mean they are better than everyone else,” she chided him gently. Odessa used to think like him when it came to her other siren sisters, but once she realized that comparing herself to them wasn’t going to make her happy, she had stopped putting in the effort and focused on doing things she wanted. “And I happen to like your home.”

Satyrnine shook his head. "This is a hovel compared to how the other half live." He sighed, looking into Odessa's eyes. "I live in a tree, my dear." He stepped towards one of the chairs opposite her. "I don't know the first thing about decor. The kings and fae lords would have their own decorators. They are rich; they have power."

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Well that was unexpected.

The sudden...fingering she received from him made her squeal, the sound muffled with his cock still stuffed in her mouth. Carla wriggled about, desperate to feel more, but she didn't want to leave him wanting and unstimulated. Not when she had started off so eager. So it was a balance between blowing him and having her mind blown, his tail full of ridges, or at least natural bumps that made her tremble and her clit ache. She could only imagine how blissful it would be once he was inside her...whether he used his tail or his cock to fuck her, she didn't care. And then he was, and she moaned, pulling him out of her mouth to give him a cock-drunk look. "Fuck, give me more of that please," she begged, his shaft snug under her fingers as she still jerked him off.

She was going to spoil him—every move she made, the eagerness that she went down on him, everything was making the powerful half-dragon mercenary come completely undone. His large claws tangled in her hair as she bobbed back and forth, and he growled with desire, bucking his hips forward to drive himself into her face. She was so hot—but he wasn’t about to be outdone so quick. With a low groan, he flicked his tail up to slide between her legs, the rough reptilian scales dragging over her folds before the tip pressed and pushed slowly into her.

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She cried her heart out on his shoulder, her body trembling. But she was grateful that Nate was there for her; she had a feeling that things would have been so, so worse if he weren't. After a while, she stopped crying and slowly pulled away from him, her head bowed. "Th-thanks, Nate," she said, her eyes scrunched closed But she eventually opened them, smiling a little when she met his gaze. "I'm sorry. We were supposed to have fun, but I'm blubbering away on your shoulder."

The image of one of those tubby sea lions on the documentary she was watching a few days ago came to mind, and she started to giggle. Despite the horrible thing that had just happened, with Nate's help, she was able to calm down and even laugh, which was all part of what he did for her, whether he knew it or not. "Think we should...we should stay? I mean we could always come back to the beach when they've all left."

Nate thought he knew what was happening. He’d been dreading it from the moment she’d gotten the message, and remembered back to their time in high school. But even as mentally prepared as he was…the sight of the tears and the sound of her sobs crushed him. And for a moment, he just held her, and let her sob into his shoulder.

“Oh Tay…” he softly murmured, running a hand through her hair as he held her close. “Those fucking bastards don’t know a goddamn thing about you. No, you are not a whale—you are the single most gorgeous woman I have ever seen, and if they can’t appreciate that, then they aren’t worth your time.” He slowly pulled back, reaching up to gently brush away her tears. “Besides, I’ll just beat their asses if they try anything, alright?”

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“Lunch it is, then. You know I wouldn’t miss spending time with both of you.” Lavinia smiled, but unlike Jon, she politely refused another waiter’s offer to exchange her almost empty glass of champagne with a new one. She drank sociably, but it didn’t mean that she drank until she could no longer distinguish friends from passing acquaintances.

Maybe if she had been a bit more tipsy, his admission wouldn’t have had much of an impact. Instead, his words left her stunned, and she set the glass down on one of the waiters’ trays, a lump suddenly forming in her throat. “I…it…that might have been a better decision,” were the first words that she managed to gasp out. “But you know that I have never been as eager as most to find a husband and marry.” Unlike most women, however, she had the luxury of not finding romance or marriage. And her grandfather understood and supported that decision, even going so far as to say that there were no men who deserved her. Still, Jon’s admission was flattering, and she opened her fan to try and conceal the blush forming on her cheeks.

“If you come around lunch and stay for the afternoon, we would both be able to have the honour of your visit,” he teased with a small smile. He finished his almost full flute in one go before trading it for a new one in a similar, easy dance. He had been raised in the courts and parties and social functions, taking over for his father when he was a child. All of this was fearfully familiar to him. He had taken to the military because of the freedom from his family and social hell, but as the heir it had only been temporary.

“Thank you, Lavinia,” he said sadly. Then as the alcohol hit his brain and he felt a little bolder, “I know you did your best. You are smart and insightful and thoughtful. You care for those you love. Meghan loves time with you, and you are such a good influence on her.” He looked at her thoughtfully. “I wish you had matched me with yourself.” He silenced himself after that by putting the glass to his lips and drinking.

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The Fae Queen tilts her head some as she turns to the redhead a little more. She's younger for a witch than Ellyn was expecting though she definitely could feel the telltale crackle of magic in the younger woman's aura. Curiosity got the better of her and she grinned more, gesturing towards her a bit. "One of the New Age-y sort, then? All love, light, and full of cultural appropriation? I mean, my sister-in-law practices but she's got a more wholistic approach..." And briefly, for a moment, her glamour waivered; russet orbs glowing god for a mere moment before returning to normal. She wonders what the lass will say or do next; mischief and amusement filling her gaze. It wasn't every day that someone magical walked into her antique shop after all. "Either way, what can I do for you, lass? We're nearly about to close and I've got a club to go to after this."

“More like I want to get out of my mom’s shadow type of witch,” she replied, smiling. She could see why the older woman made the mistake: her clothes screamed hippie, from her bell bottom jeans to the fringe top she had on. But Seine was just glad to have found someone like her, not to mention a place where she could feel like herself. Her familiar, a black cat named Bathory, leaped gracefully onto the counter and began to meow, the silk-like tail slowly flicking back and forth before it sat down.

It was because of Bathory that she found the shop in the first place, and now, she felt the sense of urgency that she needed to be quick. Something she found difficult to do when she noticed those eyes glowing, and her mouth opened a little in awe. “Um…you wouldn’t happen to know if there’s a place where someone like me can stay for a while? I’m willing to pay for the inconvenience.”

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Alexandra Daddario Massive Breasts in Baked in Brooklyn (2016)

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rp help.

what makes a good, 'reply-able' open starter? 👀

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Bill Skarsgård as the Marquis in JOHN WICK: CHAPTER 4 dir. Chad Stahelski

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Catherine Zeta-Jones as Elena Montero The Mask of Zorro · 1998

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yeah vanilla sex is great but have you ever felt the satisfaction of tying up a man who is easily twice your size and hear him whimper at your every touch?

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She laughed and darted off in a new direction, though part of Paisley’s retaliation did end up hitting her on the back. However, she didn’t mind getting wet; she was having too much fun. And she hoped that Paisley was, too, otherwise she would stop right away. “And you’re going to finish it?” she called out, blindly aiming and firing again, using up the last of the water in her ‘weapon’.

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“Well you started it!” Paisley saw the water come her direction, even though she wanted to avoid it; giving Ysbaelle her satisfaction, the least she could do was get sprayed. The clothes she was wearing didn’t matter to her if they got wet because she could wash them when she got in. Aiming another shot to her, the trigger was pressed against and she waited for the water to come out.

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“I’m your girl,” she whined, already straining against her bonds. Lexi didn’t mind that her wrists were chafing a little: now that she was a werewolf, she knew that she could heal easily. What was more important to her now was reaching him. Freeing herself. “Ethan, please…” If she hadn’t been an omega, she was sure that she would have torn through the rope by now and pushed him to the ground, but he was still her alpha. She couldn’t do anything until he allowed her to, and that was part of what frustrated her a little.

Ethan's eyes glowed with lust. His omega was always needy. He slapped her thighs again and watched the ties wobble from the tension. "I shouldn't have tied you up. Especially when you want to touch me." He wanted her to break the ties, but he could tell she wanted him to mount her. "Will you be a good girl, or am I regretting my decision?"

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“What…what happens if you don’t?” she asked. Dahlia was curious even though she was feeling a little overwhelmed by her sexual desires, and considering how easily she got horny for someone, that was saying something. “Because I don’t think I really mind.” Stupid. You know he’ll break you…but you don’t really care. In fact, a part of you wants him to.

"If it is too much, I can tone myself down," Chaos cooed, pressing a kiss to Dahlia's forehead. "You are only human after all. Humans can get greatly affected by my chaotic pull.." He abruptly pulled away to see how she would react. He hadn't been around her too much, but her eyes were already lustful, chaotic.

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Pamela smirked and let out a soft groan of pain when her head was pulled back. But her ass was still pressed against him, her pussy opening and closing in time to him thrusting out and in. “Yes…you deserve a good fuck, baby. Bet it’s hard chasing after us bad girls all the time. Have you fucked anyone else yet? Hm?” She remembered Harley showing an interest in him, while Selina…well, the little feline was still hung up over the Bat. For now, though, he was all hers, and she was going to enjoy every minute of it.

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Seduction. The woman was wanton and lustful and tempted and it was made all the better by the sheer thrill of her. Latched onto her hot glorious form, he pummeled the goddess, striking deeply and constantly. Pulling on her hair, moaning right back the man was driven wild. " I fucking need it." Getting rougher in voice and tone as drove inside her.

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“Good. Because you need to make it up to me. No husband leaves their wife wanting.” Padme wasn’t a nun by any means, but she wasn’t as prudent as she used to be. Her husband had awakened a side of her that she didn’t think existed, and it was this burning need to have him, to be claimed by him, and to be lewdly reminded of who she belonged to. Smiling, she leaned closer to kiss him softly on the lips, a low moan rising from her throat as her heart began to pound.

He was a very cheeky man and blew a kiss only to her. Intimacy was nice, vulgarity very nice since he was a lustful man, and yet he longed for the sweetness. The sweetness and the total bliss with her. He was all too eager to make passion and need together. He touched along her soft and supple skin and nodded his head, " All night."

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A half dozen roses and a card from a “secret admirer” for Cassie-

they definitely just met recently, struck up a conversation and he can’t stop thinking about her, he hopes the feeling is mutual.

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Hey Cass, someone left those for you!

The words were followed by a series of howls and jeers, but she ignored these and made her way over to her desk. At first, she thought the roses ( which were her favorite, by the way ) didn't come with a card, but digging a little deeper led to her finding a small one.

If it had been someone she didn't know, their secret would have been safe.

But she'd seen the handwriting many times before to know, and she glanced over at him, giving him a slow, seductive smile and then a wink before keeping both the rose and greeting card in her desk.

"Didn't think I'd see this side of you, Mr. Drake," she murmured once her co-workers had gone off to do their respective tasks. "Thanks for them. I loved the card especially."

submission from @iiingenious

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Seeing the hesitation in his angry growls, she seized the chance to guide his hand over one of her breasts. Serena knew how much he liked them, and it seemed he had been staring at them since she tried getting him to focus on her. However, she wasn’t going to stop until she was sure that he had completely calmed down, and so she stayed in front of him, smiling when her gaze finally met his.

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What is it that provoked him at a certain point, such feelings weren't about the motivation it became anger for angers sake it. It was about the surge of feelings and that made him mad. He fretted in rational thought about being lost to his feelings and what he might do. But for the moment he was called by her, and distracted by her plentiful chest.