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someone pls give me a sex*ally repressed muse in a loveless marriage inviting their single neighbor over for dinner while their spouse is on a business trip plot ! dash only

bonus points if :

tay.lor zak.har pe.rez & nicho.las galit.zine

to.m bl.yth & ra.chel zeg.ler

ale.xa de.mie & syd.ney swee.ney

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THE remote is simple enough to operate; intensity, vibration, patterns. Wren holds it with a limp wrist, a neutral, almost bored expression etched on her face. She flicks a switch lazily, observes as the machine dials up in vigor. “Ride it like you mean it,” the demand cuts through the whimpers, flicking them away as they don’t serve her any purpose . . . yet. “Is that all you have? A lack luster performance? Lord only knows what Jake’s getting from you.” Another tap and she watches as the silicone drives in harder; rougher. “If you’re going to be a whore, at least be a decent one.”

head tilted back as a soft moan was pulled from her lips, bewildered as to how she found herself naked and straddling a machine on her best friend's bed. a simple text asking her to help them test out a new toy they had purchased, under the guise of wanting a test run before they used it with those they brought home. whatever question they posed was lost on her, whimpers echoing throughout the room as the other began messing with the controls.

open to anyone

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IT’S filthy in the most erotic sense, watching as his student slides down on the ground; quite so eager to follow his command. Legs spread and cunt right there for him. Agustín shifts closer, face stoic though something twitches at the picture of Vivian running a finger across her folds. "Fuck," he gruffs out. She is a sight: mouth open and just begging to be stuffed. Agustín does not hesitate to comply. One hand frees his cock from the confines of his slacks while the other takes a hold of her by the hair from the crown of her head. He's aching to just shove into her mouth and so he does; swift and deep strokes through those pouty lips. Uncaring as to whether he's going at a brutal pace, Agustín practically fucks her mouth right up against the wall. It's his hand on the back of her head that keeps her from hitting it against the concrete. "Look at you. Such a good girl taking me like that." At the end of a thrust, he keeps his cock buried in her throat. "Eyes on me."

She did her best to put on a brave, obedient face, even as her lips parted and his fingers went deeper. Tears lined her lower lids, and though she does what she can to stop herself from gagging, there's a certain pleasure that comes with not being able to breathe, especially when he's looking at her like that, so cold, so harsh. "I can behave, I can," she whines, nodding her head vigorously as she tries to reassure him, but his threats are like promises, and she doesn't want to do anything to risk him not giving her what she wants, needs. Falling slowly to the floor, Vivian does as she asked, her legs spreading wide, showing off her glistening, dripping core, the pink folds swollen and throbbing with want. "I need," she breathed out, voice soft, almost shy, before she looks down at her cunt, her slender digits running along her slit, teasing at the sensitive folds. "You. Let me show how well I can behave. Let me be a good girl for you while you fuck my throat." She didn't dare touch her clit, not when the last time had resulted in such a mess, and instead offered him her mouth. "Please, professor. Let me make it up to you."

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EVEN if he's the one who's posed the query, Mason is still caught off guard with the tenacity in which Santiago is able to speak. The man's said want thrice already and yet Mason presses in closer, leans in to whisper against closed lips. "Say it again," he murmurs, downright greedy for it. "Say how much you want me." His eyes flit onto the others; holds the gaze steady. "Because I want you," Mason declares as if it isn't obvious. "I want you far too much for my own good."

looking at mason, he nodded softly, "yes, of course i want this." the man smiled, "i want you more than anything." santiago placed his hand lightly on the other's the chest, "i've never wanted anything more in my life." he pressed his lips together.

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SELF preservation has Celine clinging onto the pages, wrinkled under shaking fingers. A whine builds at the pause, but is swallowed after a promise: I'll continue when you do. Her eyes try to scan the page, looking for that god-awful sentence. "She p-pointed to a wide arch corresponding to the window," Celine's words come out like a hiss; Jane Eyre is forever changed in her eyes. "A-and hung like it with a Tyrian dyed curtain --." Her recitation of a classic is cut off with a whimper, needy and desperate, as she tries not to buck her hips to get Sydney's finger inside her. "Fuck, Syd. I can't. Please. Just touch me."

dark eyes studied celine's facial expressions as her lips continued a path of open-mouthed kisses along the inside of her thigh until they can ghost over the sensitive folds of her cunt. "i'll continue when you do: why not take it from the top of the page? they were describing the curtains or something..." her words trailed off as she tried to recall the details, but sydney was more interested in the way the tip of her index finger disappeared inside the other woman when she pressed just slightly against her entrance. "anytime now."

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BOOK clasped tightly but the words no longer register. Hips roll on their own accord, trying to chase her lover's tongue; her own mouth repeats a sentence that she holds on to, clinging as if to stave herself from growing wild with pleasure. "Don't you dare," Celine hisses out, resisting to throw the book across the room -- it being a first edition its only saving grace. Her legs tap against Sydney, urging her to continue her ministrations. "Please," she groans, willing to beg now. "Please don't stop."

open to: f/nb ! plot: linked in source !

to be fair, she let them read the same sentence three times before coming up for air. "sweetheart, you already read that part. are you struggling?? should i stop?" a rhetorical question, of course: they both knew there was no end in sight once syd had set her mind to things.

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TONGUE dances around his fingers; her apologies fall on a primal need to give her something to be sorry for but Agustín refrains. Not yet, not while he hasn't given himself release. "Mm. You need to learn how to follow directions, Miss Drake." He pushes his fingers deeper into her mouth, using his other hand to take a hold of her jaw. "Look at you. Look how fucking dirty you are. Can't even be a good girl for me, can you?" Digits pump in and out of her mouth, saliva coating the wetness that's already present from her cunt. "I'm not mad, baby." Deep enough to make her choke, Agustín starts driving a bit harsher, watching her with a cool glare as if to prove his words otherwise. " Will you behave now? If you don't behave, I'm not going to give you what you want," he threatens, releasing his grasp on her before pulling off entirely. "Squat. Legs spread. Show me what you need and if you don't fall over, I might give it to you. Do not come unless I say so."

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Her body was still alight with pleasure, legs shaking at the slow, torturous circles he made against her swollen bud. Vivian was still so inexperienced when it came to pleasure, the joys of it, the messes it could make, and this was the first time she'd ever squirted. And now she had made a mess, a huge puddle on the ground, and it had been her who did it because those vicious, talented fingers that were now being pulled back. It took her a moment to come down from the high, but every inch of her was still so sensitive, even just being pressed into him had her needy, wanting more. But his tone was demanding, his words spoken with such authority, and Vivian found herself obeying, licking the side of his palm that was coated in her arousal. "I'm... I'm sorry." She wasn't, but perhaps she would be sorry for it later. "I couldn't control myself." She was a whimpering, needy thing, tongue licking the length of his fingers to lap up the mess before taking them into her mouth, sucking softly and swirling her tongue around them. "Are you mad at me?" She was still embarrassed, her eyes downcast, and she couldn't help but press her thighs together, needing something, anything, to help alleviate the desperate need that was still coursing through her.

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AGUSTÍN has the woman bent over against the wall, hidden far back enough that no one could accidentally walk into their activities. Still, the thrill of the possibility of it has him pumping his fingers harder inside Vivian, cock twitching in anticipation against his slacks. God, the sounds that come out of her is making it harder to just not drive into her himself, feeling how wet and tight she is around his fingers alone. Agustín feels her orgasm before it comes, the tightening around his digits almost crushing before her legs do actually trap his hand between hers. "Fuck," he hisses, nudging her legs apart to continue his ministrations for a moment longer before pulling his fingers out but not fully. "You were supposed to wait for me to say when, baby." The professor circles her clit, featherlight and tantalizingly slow. He pulls her back up now, keeping her upright and pressed up against him. "Look at the mess you made," he tsks, finally pulling his hand to see the juices glisten against his skin. "Clean it."

status: open to m / f / nb / mutuals & non mutuals

character: vivian drake ( mid twenties )

connection: anything! stranger, significant other, sibling's significant other, parent's friend, professor, anyone! age gap more than welcome / encouraged!

The pleasure was like a coiling spring deep inside her, and each thrust of their hand brought her closer to releasing the pressure. Vivian was delirious, her head lolling about, her mouth hanging open as the person behind her pumped her body with their fingers. Her sundress was a wrinkled mess around her waist, her underwear somewhere in the dirt below, and all she could do was gasp and whimper. The last vicious pump did it, her body bucking as the spring of her arousal finally let loose. It was a wave of pleasure and release, and she felt the warm spray of her orgasm leaving her body, squirting over their hand and the ground below. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed, both in pleasure and embarrassment, especially having never done that before. Vivian quickly tried to close her legs, the orgasm so strong and the worry painting her cheeks red as she realized what she had done. "I'm..." she tried to speak, but their continuous pumping was distracting. "I'm sorry, I didn't... I didn't mean to—"

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FINGER strokes the center of Santiago's sternum, brows knitted in slight frustration. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to. Do you?" Eyes finally catches the other's; Mason holds his gaze with a slight pout on his lips. "Tell me, sweetheart. Do you want me?"

open starter // open to ANYONE 21+ MUSE: santiago lopez. 32. manager at a diner. CONNECTION TYPE: employee at the diner, significant other, someone he's going to sleep with. bonus points for nicholas galitzine DO NOT LIKE MY STARTERS. you will be blocked.

"are you sure you want to do this?" santiago asked, tilting his head, "we don't have to do this if you don't want to."

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𝐅𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 : independent , selective , multi - muse sideblog focusing on smut - centered threads . low activity . minors & personals dni . ( main blog : whskyneat )

penned by luna. she / her. twenty8.

rules and banned can be found under the cut < 3

001. this blog is only for smut centric threads so it goes without saying that there will be a lot of nsfw / usfw content posted . they will not be tagged unless requested .

002. will only write with muns and muses 21+ . no exceptions .

003. i reserve the right to not reply if i feel like we don't vibe .

004. blog is low activity . sometimes threads will get dropped . lmk if you want to start something new / continue in a different direction .

005. mun is not muse . i do not condone the shit my characters do .

006. no muse list . will just create a character ( that may even end up being similar to a character i already write ) depending on the thread . will also reuse characters if i see fit .

007. no banned fcs except for underaged , deceased , highly problematic , those that do not want to be used , anime / cartoon / drawn , self inserts .

008. always open for new writing partners ! so send in memes , reply to opens , hop onto IM plotting < 3

hard no's :

beastiality

inc*st / stepcest

ped*philia / grooming

sa / noncon

scat

sounding

watersports