#crests-playground

[randommusesmadness]

The daring mission

Closed RP with @crests-playground

It had been two months now since Katie and Jay had been a couple, a couple that shouldn't exist since Jay was Katies student, but one thing turned into another thing and so on, Jay being the bad boy in the class and Katie being the more proper teacher at this school.

Now Katie was teaching the class as she sighed at him "Jason, can you behave in class already?" She said as she saw him throw stuff around and just misbehaving as he tends to do at this point

[regionofnaughtytrainers]

From @crests-playground

3-way smut starter 2 mff.

Mica and Drew decide Miranda needs a bit of... *punishment* for constantly trying to steal from them.

Miranda had been caught by the two as she was tied up in a hotel room with the other two "You won't get away with this" She said as she then looked at Mica and Drew, Mica who have had it up to here with her sighed "No Miranda, it's your fault, why won't you stop this" She said as she walked up to her and looked down at her

[nightlightbrothel]

Continued from here

Aqua was hardly even surprised by his behavior. He definitely seemed the sort who liked feeling large and in charge, if the maid roleplay wasn't obvious enough... But then, that was hardly anything new, and Aqua had gotten used to all manner of customers.

"Yes, Master." Now topless, Aqua knelt down in front of him and gently grasped her breasts. They weren't the largest, but they were big enough for her to wrap them around his cock and start giving a titjob.

@crests-playground

[xavidel-undercity]

From @crests-playground

This is a wonderful Kingdom.

"And you will make a wonderful plaything."

//Thanks for the follow!

[delugedecade]

For my side-bolg @crests-playground

Breaking The Chains To The Mirror World.

"Don't be afraid, the world is your stage"

(Thanks for reading the rules)

[teamfireforce]

Oliver grunted as he hit the ground hard. “Heh. You have good ears to hear me.” Oliver smiled. Looking up at the other, she was quite beautiful. “You know, I didn’t expect this home to hold such a beautiful woman.” He smiled, trying to flirt his way out of it.”

Open RP: The Milfitaur's Mercy. (All muses welcome. Femdom, but am open to her being overpowered.)

You were a petty thief who'd broken into the Asterionsdoitter farmhouse looking for some quick cash, only to wind up piledriven into the floor by the matron of the house, Bev.

"Well, what do we have here?~ Looks like it's my lucky day~" The matron giggled, one foot planted firmly on your chest.

You?

(If you want her daughters to join, DM me and we can spitball something.)

[roleplayingwomenoffun]

From @crests-playground

"Well, well, well, Doctor Angela! What a pleasant suprise!" Jorvik mock-greeted the bound and gagged healer, the ravenette absentmindedly twirling her own staff between his fingers.

"And just what does Overwatch think I did this time, hmm?"

The blonde in question, clad in only a sports bra and running shorts, could only glare at the assassin, her arms tied over her head, a rag stuffed into her mouth.

Quite generously, Jorvik removed said gag in order to allow her to speak.

Once her mouth was freed, Angela spit down on the ground to get more of the taste out of her mouth. She then glared at Jorvik, finding this all unnecessary. Although, she knew she should have been a bit better at keeping herself hidden. The other was an assassin -one that had dressed her down right now.

"Do you really need me to tell you?!" Mercy snapped back, struggling in the hold she was in. Her shoulders protested the angle she hung at. "Why bother talking too? Or capture? If you knew I was here."

[teamfireforce]

From @crests-playground

"Feed me for a surprise!" The basketball sized cube warbled to Oliver, staring happily at the sandwich in his hand.

@crests-playground

Oliver curiously gave the cube his sandwich. He wasn't sure what would happen, but he was curious enough to at least give the sandwich. Worst case, the cube was messing with him and he was out a little bit of food.

[vacuian-demon]

Threesome + Deborah Polyepis/ her mother

Suggest two people for my muse to have a threesome with and they will respond with yes or no.

Bonus: if you put the URLs of the other muses, my muse will explain WHY they said yes or no.

@crests-playground

Lance can't talk, he's still captured by Deborah, and milked to the point his mind is barely intact, another one of her would probably destroy the warrior forever.

And in this current aheagoing condition he's in zero position to say no.

[yourpartnermon]

From @crests-playground

💋

Lexi to Drew.

"Alright, alright but after this you better trade me those supplies I ordered."

[randommusesmadness]

From @crests-playground

Muse suggestion: Haruno Sakura from Naruto.

Hmm, both Sakura and Hinata might be options indeed :P

[hotelofheroines]

From @crests-playground

🏹 My muse Sigurd to Zelda.

"Apologies. Princess Zelda has checked-out. We at the HFC Hotel will log your interest and potentially invite her back if there is significant demand."

[asexxxualerotica]

For my side-blog @crests-playground

A Sexual Erotica?

Welcome to the party

[castiwls]

Step-brother!Anakin - mdni warnings - step relationships, dirty talk, fem!reader

Step-brother!Anakin, who's just so mean for no reason. Ever since the wedding, he's had it out for you for some reason, and you have no idea why.

constant jabs and comments at anything and everything for no apparent reason. You give it as good as he does, you're both constantly at each other's throats until one day something seems to snap.

You come down stairs ready to go meet some boy in your english class wearing that same damn skirt that drives him insane. It barely covers your ass and he's moving before he can stop himself.

"Your not going out like that," he snaps, hands pressing you against the kitchen counter - the house empty for once - "Lookin like some cheap whore-" His words sting but also set your stomach burning, the shame curling in your gut mixing with something else.

"You can't tell me what to do."

"Like hell, I can't. You think I'm gonna let you prance around looking like that!" He knows what boys your age are like; he's a boy your age, and he'd be damned if anyone else was getting their hands on you.

Fuck james or whatever his name was.

"Walking around like you're asking for it." He snarled, his fingers pushing up under the flimsy material as your fingers dug into his shoulder, nails leaving crest-shaped marks.

"Ani-" You gasped, your head falling back as his fingers brushed over the lace, a cruel laugh leaving his throat. "Oh, you like this?" He taunted, his lips pulling into a grin you wanted to punch away as he pushed the lace aside.

"All this for James or for me, hm?" He teased, two things pushing through your folds, gathering the wetness pooled their before rubbing quick circles into your clit which had you gasping and clinging to the counter.

"Who's it for, angel?" He pressed, his breath leaving goosebumps where it ghosted over your jaw. "You." Your mouth felt thick as you arched into his touch. "F'you — fuck Anakin please,"

Satisfaction only curled in his stomach at the whiny tone you cried his name, whatever plans you had forgotten as he sank two fingers inside. "Course it's f'me." He grinned, boasting almost like his playground taunting had worked, and it had.

"'Cause you're mine—say it."

"Your's" You cried your eyes squeezing shut as his fingers attacked that spony spot that had you seeing stars, "—all yours!"

[roleplayingwomenoffun]

From @crests-playground

Voilove womb tattoo.

Yang x Adam Taurus.

The hit to her stomach should have made Yang angrier. It should have hurt and pissed her off at the faunus fighting her.

But, instead, as she squared back up against him, she felt a thrum of pleasure and her heart beating faster in her chest at Adam. She couldn't...she didn't want to fight him! Her lower stomach burned with a warmth around that strange new tattoo she had gotten. And now, even though she had just been fighting him, Yang felt more the urge to fawn over and want to kiss him!

"What's...what's going on?" she asked aloud, not knowing what to do. To keep fighting or to beg foe the other to forgive her.

[the-monkeies-girl]

did u miss me??? but anyway—-

Caesar was a remarkably fast walker--- at least, in your mind there was no doubt that his proportionally shorter legs were swift, balanced and spaced toes able to give assistance when needed for extra grip and it was hard to ignore the ever lingering sense of envy that drifted against your ribs at the mere sight of him trailing ahead of you. Even despite your rain boots having decently new tread against the soles, they were nothing compared to the dexterity and assurance that Caesar had to not stumble over himself. He was confident in every stride, gait powerful from the tips of his shoulders that bristled with the thickened fur of the Winter Months that were now cresting their peak against the sleek land, all the way down the narrowing but not lanky torso and protruding with muscles that deemed purpose even when not in use. 

There was a desperate urge from the recesses of your mind to move faster, to catch up and walk shoulder to shoulder with the Ape King himself, to feel the fur that your fingertips were so familiar with kissing the polyester of your jacket but that never garnered favor. Caesar lead you- figuratively and mentally, emotionally… To keep you safe in the Colony, comforted away from the Humans who brought their own destruction… Secure, with him and only him… It was an unspoken rule between the Ape and your Human self that beckoned no one to break it, sacred almost like a promise between two children on the playground. Never to be broken, but over time, it would be forgotten in favor of falling into a routine, mundane and just another way of living. 

And that’s what this was, you thought to yourself with a small smile as Caesar peered over his left shoulder, urging you in silence to follow his placed foot steps over a fallen tree-trunk, covered in moss and silken dew from condensation that clung all too desperately to the air. Whenever you left the Colony together on foot, Caesar would bring his large frame a few paces in front of you to the point where your vision was nothing more than the broad shoulders that swept side to side with radiated assurance for you but juxtapose held nothing but warmth in the middle of the night when you were tangled in the nest together.

He was scanning the area with his lustrously green irises that were now brighter in color than the foliage that turned a bleak and boring gray this time of year, anything that posed a danger he would help you through. Anything that your Human feet could trip over, he pointed out in usual silence and it left you reeling that anyone in the days after the Flu took all semblance of empathy away from Humanity would care for you in such a way. 

Caesar did though --- despite differences, you watched in bated hushedness as he reached his hand out, the fur along his knuckles tickling at your fingertips as you reached up and allowed him to laden your body closer as if you weighed nothing more than a leaf, embracing you against his chest with momentum that left you staggering for a breath, moving you around the fallen trunk that did not pose much of a threat, but the Ape was intuitive enough to notice you were falling behind in your hurriedness. Slowly, the arm that was by his side wrapped to tuck itself around your waist, pulling you in even further for stability as your center of gravity kissed feverishly against his own, submitting and leaning into it without reserve.

You smiled a 'thank you' towards your mate, returned only with a creased upward haze of his mouth and a playful gesture of his hand as the Chimp signed, 'Need you to stay close.'

"I know." You whispered softly, seeing the surge of the gray fur that lined his muzzle bristle at the sheer tenacity your breath had being so close to his face. "I could get lost, blah blah. You've told me---"

To outsiders, it would appear you were being scolded for not listening, but to the inner workings between Caesar and yourself, it was playful... Flirtatious around the edges as his voice came out in a deepened and rich baritone, a few notches below from the voice he used with others. It itched at the inside of your brain that yearned to have him inside of your skin, inside of your mind just to cure all the morbid and lasting curiosities you had about being mated to the King himself.

"Should listen then. Do not know... What I would do if you... Got lost." In a mirror position, you could feel the heat of his breath against your cheeks, playing along the thinly placed baby hairs of your skin and catapulting a shiver down your spine that was not due to the sudden breeze that sky-rocketed the landscape and rustled the graying and dead leaves. Caesar.... cared for you more than any Human ever would or could.