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Santiago Cabrera as Aramis in The Musketeers (2014–2016)

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PEDRO PASCAL attend the Marvel Studios Press Line during 2024 Comic-Con International 

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muse: haley. plot: haley watched ur muse with their significant other last night and they knew it.......... it'll be straight up filth tbh why pretend it’s not connection: literally anyone, age gaps, more than one muse and tab*o welcome!

she hadn't meant to watch them. haley had only got up in the night to get a glass of water, creeping across the landing as not to wake anyone else up if she could help it. but the sounds she heard across the landing told her that she wasn't the only one awake already. panting, moans, whimpers, echoed down the hall in the darkness of the night, and she'd found herself drawn to the open door. she watched as sweaty body writhed within the sheets, hands clutching at whatever sheets and skin they could get hold of. she'd be lying if she said her own fingers hadn't found their way beneath the waistband of her shorts, even more so once she'd locked eyes with them. fingers had circled her cl*t, plunged into her tight hole, all the while they were watching when they should have been watching their own partner.

now, the following morning, just the sight of them was sending a buzz through her whole body. it was their little secret. but there was a part of her that didn't want it to be a passing moment, a one time event that they'd never speak of again. she wanted to feel them, for real, not just the encouragement they'd sent through their eyes as she hid in the shadows. "last night was fun." she whispered, body stepping close to their body as she placed her mug of coffee down on the table. "i think you had a pretty spectacular view."

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it might not have been everyone's career of choice, but dalia loved the thrill of being stripped bare for the camera, anonymous names throwing money at her to perform whatever lewd act they desired. having harper join her meant that the opportunities to make even more money were right within reach, they just had to put on a good show. she had no doubt harper could do that with her –– it wasn't like they hadn't done it countless times without the cameras before. "oh they love that i'm not alone." she mused to the camera, her own hands caressing at her girlfriends skin lightly, playing up to the endless list of comments and commands that were flooding the screen. hand dropped quickly to the keys, muting her microphone, "we don't have to do anything you don't want to. just pretend it's just you and i, like it normally is." she tried to assure her, before flicking her microphone back on. "you know how this works, biggest tippers get to tell us what we're doing." eyes batted flirtatiously at the screen as her hand reached for harpers, pushing it below the waistband of her panties, "show 'em how wet you get me, babe."

watching dalia in her element was a privilege in and of itself. the girl moved in front of the camera with such ease, twisting her hips, tilting her frame just so to ensure that tips kept rolling in. harper had positioned herself just out of frame, feeling significantly underdressed for the occasion in her boxer shorts and sports bra. still, all she could focus on was dalia, her teeth dipping into her bottom lip. harper could see messages start to roll in on the screen of dalia's laptop, though she couldn't make out their contents. " what do they want us to do ? " she could kick herself for sounding so uncertain, as if this was her first time fucking dalia. as if she didn't know exactly how to go about making her girlfriend's eyes roll back in her head. she reached out a hand, tilting more into view of the camera to trace her fingertips down dalia's spine, catching on the band of her underwear. messages poured in faster than dalia could read them now, her tippers fighting to be the one to offer the command the girls would follow.

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this hadn't been what she'd planned when she'd joined the show, she truly had been in search of love. but she was young, naive, and easily swayed by mateo, leading to their season-long run of secret redez-vous behind everyone else's backs. hum of satisfaction purred against her lips as he pushed her up against the wall, an all too familiar feeling. it drove her wild, his words of encouragement only served to make her all the more determined to stick it out even longer. she could string one guy a long, just so that she could spend more time with another. "i told him i wanted a future with him. that i wanted the whole thing, family, big house with a yard." she repeated, almost word for word, what she'd said to secure her place for another week. "when all i really want is for you to fuck me over and over again ––" her words were hushed, unsure as to who might be lurking on the other side of the walls of the house, but they carried a heavy desire. her back arched into his touch as his hands roamed her body, her own snaking down his front, pausing above the waist of his pants. "–– he really has no idea."

open to: f muse: mateo de leon (alts: everett welch, rían costagen) plot: mateo is the lead producer on a popular reality dating show (thing bachelor type stuff). the first day of the show he pulled one of the contestants for a fake confessional and during it they hooked up and have since been hooking up the whole time mostly just enjoying sneaking around and her lying to the bachelor to stay on the show. age gaps preferred wanted fcs: here

the rose ceremony went mostly as expected, it was still the first week so only a few people were going home. he had made sure to slip a few little things into the way he spoke to the bachelor to try to make sure the person mateo wanted to stay wasn't truly at risk to leave but there was always a chance. when the ceremony was over mateo walked over to the group "congrats ladies, we're going to start pulling you for 1 on 1's to get your thoughts and feelings on tonight. why don't you join me first?" he said directing the words to the woman he had been quietly and secretly hooking up with. as soon as mateo had her alone and he closed the door he pushed her up against the wall and pushed his lips against her neck "congrats on staying, you get to be a good little s!ut for me another week" his hands moving down her sides. "did you tell him you can see yourself falling in love with him? it's pathetic he doesn't see that you're lying to him".

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alexia wasn't about to turn away one gorgeous woman, let alone two. she'd felt brave, announcing her availability to be used with a kiss to the blonde, only to be all too willing to turn her attention to nicola without missing a beat. it was why alexia enjoyed these places so much, knowing that she'd be readily able and willing to be taken home by whomever saw fit that evening.

hazy look shrouded her face as she pulled away from another deep, messy kiss to the brunette, hooded eyes looking towards the blonde with a grin as teeth sank into her bottom lip. "tell me what you want me to do." she confirmed, almost squirming in anticipation as arousal flooded her own body. "it would be my honor to play with you both."

open for: subby f/femme faces plot: the original is lost to time (to me), but !! 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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have you ever tried this one? ♡

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the brief flash of light was a welcome respite for the blonde, however fleeting it might have been. the darkness of the closet was overwhelming, especially with her tied her and naked, waiting for whoever might next be brave enough to step inside. her body rushed with anticipation, adrenaline, the not knowing of who might be next to take advantage of her supple body.

a gentle moan slipped into the air around them as rachel's hands cupped at her heavy breasts, attention starved body standing to attention and ready to be used. "they told me i'd be to everyone's taste." if it hadn't been so dark, she might have seen the way libby's body flushed pink as arousal filled her thoughts. "you can touch me more ––"

rachel was keenly aware of the pretty surprise that was awaiting her — and the rest of the partygoers — in the closet. what she wasn’t prepared for, however, were tje enticing series of curves that greeted her upon the brunette pulling the door open. golden light from out in the hall momentarily illuminated the figure on the floor and pooled over those lucious tits before rachel extinguished the sight, door closing with a satisfying click behind her.

“ wow…they’ve really outdone themselves. where did they find you…? ” the question was more-so rhetorical, left to hang in the balance between them as she crouched down and sat on her knees by the fuck doll. “these are just…” she marveled, sentiment trailing off as one of her delicate hands reached over and grabbed a full breast. her expert fingertips grazed over her nipple, savoring the hardened nub. “ absolutely precious. ”

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going to try and do some things here but i am v v tired. might toss them into my queue <3

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It’s your fault if you wear fish nets and not expect me to rip a hole in them and fuck you like the little slut you are

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When you told your friends that you’d be missing the party to meet up with the older man you’ve been chatting with online, they warned you to be careful. But now you’re tied up in a hotel room and being used like his personal sex toy as long as he likes.

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muse: kennedy. plot: kennedy sneaking into your muses room in the night ! connection: literally anyone, age gaps, more than one muse and tab*o welcome!

she didn't need words. the desire, the lust, had taken over her whole body as the clock had struck the witching hour. she should have been asleep hours ago, but instead she'd been left with an ache between her legs that her own fingers hadn't been able to satisfy. instead, kennedy had stripped herself of her clothes, pulling only a light silk robe around her slight frame as she'd crept across the hallway to push open their door.

she wasn't sure if they'd even be awake, but she had to try her luck. silently, she tiptoed to the end of their bed, confidence only given to her by the fact that they'd spent most of the day undressing one another with their eyes. the flirting back and forth, had told her that it wasn't a matter of if, but rather when they'd give in to their longings. but she'd decided that time was now. fingers pulled at the robe, letting it fall quickly to the floor as it left her entirely on display for them, eyes practically pleading.

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men who pull out to sneakily slip the condom off because they know you'll cum twice as hard when the feeling of their heavy load filling you up takes you by surprise <33

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muse: winter. plot: good little church girl winter needs to be ruined real bad. connection: whatever works!

winter was devoted to the church. she always had been, lived her life in the way that her parents had always told her to, following the word of the law as much as she could. this meant for her, she spent a lot of the summer on church camp retreats, doing what she could to do some good in the world.

while on these trips, she still tried to stick to her routines. routines included her nightly prayer in the chapel, even if it was long after everyone else had gone to sleep. various temptations had come her way on this trip, ones that she’d prayed away, and tonight was no different.

words came quietly as the curly haired girl kneeled on the floor, eyes closed, mutters of prayer barely audible unless close by. some words were louder, lust, temptation, sin, as if saying them louder might help them stay away.