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their messages could no longer compare nor satisfy that depraved hunger alive and demanding inside both of them, now that they've got each other in person. he pumps those torturous fingers in and out, in and out. a steady rhythmic fucking. years of practice and expertise at ease while he does quick work to find the pattern that works best to draw those breathy little moans and gasps from eliss's lips. her wetness a lewd symphony neither could ignore even if they tried, though dom certainly doesn't seem interested in ignoring anything eliss has ever revealed to him in regards to her salacious fantasizing. not when she looks so flustered, so vulnerable squirming and shifting against his cock. she tries to shake her head, but shivers predate the raised flesh, the puckering of her nipples as he murmurs sweet reassurance in her ear before his touch tempts her legs open even further for his viewing pleasure and their enjoyment. "oh god, i don't know. i don't know!" the pad of his thumb comes to rest against her clit with just a kiss of pressure. that's really all it takes for eliss to convince herself she could repent in a pew or at the gates of heaven. that electrifying zap of pleasure that brings her just a step closer to her first orgasm and leaves her hips practically humping his hand in search of more. "don't care how adults do this," she gasps out, "i just want you to show me how to feel this good. make me yours, daddy." that and more. whatever deliciously sinful lessons dom has to offer.

it was amusing to think of how bold those messages eliss had sent him, how their conversations were riddled with all these details of what fantasies she had in her head, things that she had hoped to act out with him — or so she said. one could look through their conversation and find pages and pages of proof of this longing that she had for him. a sinful desire for her to be touched, to be ruined, to have a man like him defile her in ways that no other person in her life could. the numerous claims and how she begged for him to be the one to deflower her, expose her to the world of ecstasy and of satisfaction, reaching heavens that she wouldn't think would even be possible on this earth. then again she probably should've thought of that thoroughly before inviting him over, wanting to practice a few kisses and trusting him enough that he would care for her, not to ruin the sanctity of her body. what a foolish, naive girl she was to think nothing would come out of it, especially with the manner that she welcomed him into her haven. with clothes scattered across the floor, there was more to be done than a simple kiss, than answering questions that piqued her interest. she had to experience all of it if she wanted to make it out alive here.

did she really believe that nothing would come out kisses that dripped with hunger and desire, tasting one another through their tongues naked? all had been no more than a ploy to expose the younger female of her truths that she even denies to herself. god's path wasn't of her concern now, when this might be the path that she was supposed to take on. with her cunt embarrassingly drenched, dominik's fingers dove into the warmth of her folds all too easily as if she had been waiting for him to do this to her. as if she was waiting for her to make some of her fantasies come alive, to be beyond the chat logs between the two. as his larger, thicker and more calloused digits disappeared into her over and over again, he could hear just how wet she was no matter how much she tries to make him stop. "this is cuddling, baby." he coos into her ear, hand caressing her thigh as he parts them wider for him to fuck her deeper. his fingers disappearing up to his knuckles, scissoring in her and his thumb daring to press against the tiny bundle of nerves between her thighs. "i'm just showing you how it's properly done by adults." lips daring to nip at her ear. "isn't that what you wanted me to do?"

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seree gets the kinds of privileges in life few can imagine. though normalcy is a privilege that constantly evades her. nearly a steadier pattern than the beating of her heart. sleeping with her professor was a college experience seree was NOT going to pass up due to risk, not when wren is that attractive, tantalizing. and when getting away with their tryst is all too easy. no one blinks an eye if she takes lunch in the office of a kind professor offering her the refugee of privacy. she's not going to be questioned for needing to hang around after office hours to discuss scheduling conflicts, get some coursework done in advance. and she's all too aware. seree's certainly having the time of her life pushing the limits of what they can get away with. when his voice cuts through the idle noises of her fingertips flipping through the pages of the book she's pretending to read, full lips gently wrapped around the heart-shaped lollypop she casually pops into her mouth after offering him his own. shrugging in that 'more for me' passe type of way. she's not even done with the sugary trap before he interrupts her little scheme. "—oh absolutely. i bought some leftover halloween candy on sale early during the week. these came in the bag of princess-themed lollipops. there's a unicorn that doesn't look like a unicorn to me, and something that's supposed to be a tiara according to the pictures on the bag."

💗 — closed starter tagging: @ickybby

wren was the furthest thing from traditional, that much was clear from the way he held himself; the jokes he made during lectures, the way he liked to sit on any available surface that wasn't a chair especially when addressing a crowd, the way he dressed (a dress shirt and slacks always, always paired with a beat up pair of converse, a vintage crossbody bag, a faded baseball cap on the sunny days). still, there was something so typical and cliché about fucking his star pupil. he was a sucker for it, being drawn to that brilliance, cultivating it in the most inappropriate way possible. the two of them were sat in his office, door locked, both pretending to pay attention to tasks at hand. he'd been trying to grade the same paper for the last twenty minutes, his gaze again and again shifting to the lollipop her lips were wrapped around. "did you bring that just to get me hard?" he asked, almost idle about it as he grumbled, closing the folder he'd had open as he sat back in his leather chair. the bulge between his pants hadn't gone unnoticed by him, by any means, he'd just been trying to ignore it, at least for a second.

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eliss is at the height of her fame during the height of the sexual revolution. a genius marketing move, on her publicist's part. all it takes are a couple of magazine spreads, some tastefully nude. whatever her agent had assured her to get her on set in the first place. a horror flick that spawns into a franchise. a few more scandalous scenes and she's dubbed a silver screen darling. a sex icon in the making. it doesn't matter that she's had more on-screen kissing scenes than real-life experience. now she has her pick of roles to choose from, she's built her little safe haven of a home from the ground up, safe from the critiques and the judgment of her folks and the rest of the congregation back home. it's not until someone attempts to break in and kidnap her that the rose-colored glasses are off and the true grim reality of the industry she's in has fully dawned on her. she almost doesn't open the door for him either, until security rings her and reassures her he is the man who claims to be at her front door. the smell of herb mixes with that of the luxurious perfume that wafts through the air. eyes narrow, unable to decipher if there's truth in his words and unable or uncaring enough to control her expressions when there's not a camera around. "well, thank you sir." that soft southern twang in her voice is tinged with genuine gratitude, she'll take whatever rush of satisfaction helps her feel less empty right now when it's captain vought who had to save her form that horrendous ordeal and not her precious god who kept her from that kind of peril in the first place. "you're the second man who's seen the inside of this place, but the first to be gracious enough to compliment the design. my agent couldn't be bothered to lie, but he's the type to consider a poker painting classy. thank the lord he doesn't get paid to design the inside of this place." her racing heart finally seems to find enough ease to wind down. it's unnerving that his brawny form, stalking over her petite figure perched on the sofa helps her feel more relaxed than the drugs a friend of hers gifts her after hearing about the entire ordeal eliss survives thanks to him.

open to: f 18+ plot: set anywhere from 1947-modern, just take your pick. captain vought (soldier boy) just saved your muse from a criminal act. they could be being robbed or anything that would have them get hurt. your girl should repay him and he's come to collect (;

captain vought is a man who gets what he wants, very rarely does someone say 'no' to him. and maybe it goes to his head a little more than he'd like to admit. especially when he rescues beautiful little things from imminent danger. he remembers the words, 'how could I ever repay you.' like some cliche hero flick where the hero and the dame always fell in love, the evil villain defeated in the end. but what happens when that hero's tale is not so cut and dry. where the hero is not the complete saint displayed ⸻ where he'd prefer acts of sexual depravity over love any day. maybe he'd grown cynical, he knew it is some deeper meaning: doesn't want to lose them to time, or some bullshit, like he's afraid to give his heart to some fully.

a bravado covers all of that shit shit up, just like the layers of his suit and helmet, figurative and literal protection. heavy boots carry him over the threshold of the door, fingerless crimson gloved hand pushing the door open, “what a lovely home you have.”

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surprise starter for @goodhles bc i got excited over our IMs lmao

kore's stupid big fat mouth gets her in trouble more often than not. but this takes the cake. teasing and taunting some stranger online with salacious pictures and videos. the whorish audios sent, dulcet tone unraveling in coherency and decorum while bringing herself to orgasm over and over again for him with her trusty wand. telling him to catch her if he can. issuing a challenge too irresistible to resist, deranged enough to tempt the fates and believe she could get away without getting burnt. she rationalizes she's on the move often enough, living in her little airstream trailer. she almost doesn't buy that it's the same man who showed up at the door of her RV, let inside by her own shock and curiosity despite the nerves she feels knowing all the shit she talked online was just that; bullshit. she buys it now, nude in bed in the back of the trailer, yelping in surprise and discomfort when he tries to breech that pink, virgin hole with the fat, leaking head of his cock for the first time. he convinced her to let him stretch her out on his fingers, asking so nicely. made her feel even nicer before asking if he could try and fit just the tip of his massive cock inside her. how could she deny herself ( and him ) the pleasure of satisfying their perverted curiosities? kore's having second thoughts now, though. unsure of how they're going to fit that fucking monster between his legs inside of her. not even the entire thing, of course. he gave her his word. even so, the heat between her legs became more and more unbearable, plump pussy lips slick with her arousal. "well you are BIG," she scoffs, lips pouted, baby blues glaring daggers in her defensiveness, "—'scuse me for being a little intimidated... you sure you've fit inside someone before... like... all of you?" sure, she's stalling now. but the question is genuine.

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starter for @mkumine based on what we talked abt :3

in her mind, the nasty messages she sent to him can not count as sins because she never let anyone touch her. part of the allure for eliss was her mistaken belief that this was the safest way to explore the depravity within. that internet anonymity still exists and that her beloved god wouldn't put her in precarious situations she wasn't prepared for. right? except now, the pink ribbon's off her eyes. a little too late, considering he's at the door of her cheap apartment rental. well, WAS. doesn't take long for eliss to let him in and eagerly lock the door. a lamb setting herself up for slaughter out of pure shame. her sniffling and trembling excuses don't do much to pacify her unforeseen houseguest. he has enough evidence to get her to agree timidly to dip her toes in depravity. to get nude and in her bed, teaching her what it felt like to be kissed by someone hellbent on getting what he wanted. she squirms in his arms when he spoons her from behind, a massive arm pressing her close. eliss would swear her movements were feeble attempts to deescalate things, despite the arousal seeping out of her virgin hole to coat the rest of her sex. anything to preserve her pious, self-imposed sanctity. she wondered how they were going to practice grownup kisses in his position. he promised he'd just teach her to makeout and cuddle while naked; take mercy on her naivety and eagerness to stray from god's path. then not one, no. TWO thick digits part her pussy lips and nestle themselves deep inside her virgin cunt as she lets out a precious sound; a gasp of surprise that's quickly consumed by the soft, low moan of discomfort and delight as she discovers what it feels like to have someone's fingers stretch her open for the first time. her cunt throbs around the digits slowly starting to pump in and out, her little noises increasing in volume the more they indulged, reveling in her corruption. "ahhh, you said— oh daddy. this isn't cuddling. you said just cuddles and kisses!" her eyes flutter shut, teeth nipping at her bottom lip before she gasps out; "i'll be good! promise!"

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"saaam, please." truth be told, with the distracting slick heat between her legs lu can't be sure if she's pleading for more time or time with her wife to turn that terrible ache, that emptiness into a completely different kind of achiness. luna scampers back one step, then two; so easily startled by sam barely moving closer she trips over her own sneakers. luckily, or perhaps NOT depending on the point of view; their enormous bed is there to catch and cushion lu's fall backward. lying on her back, slightly propped up on her elbows lu tries to calm herself and the rattly breaths that leave her trembling throughout her body. technically, she is half-dressed. if you count the fact that she's got on a casual cotton dress, slightly patterned with scattered flour, those soaked little white panties, and nothing else. stupidly, in her hazy desperation she actually willingly shares that information with sam. perhaps there was a point to those words; biology waits for no one. "i'm only wearing, like two things." she said with a pout.

Having just inherited her father's company Sam was looking to continue where her parents had left off. She fdully supported the current breeding laws, making omegas little more than property and the woman in front of her, who's heat wasd driving her insane, would be her property. She didn't care what the other did as long as Sam got what she wanted. "That's biology dear, it waits for no one." the woman said as she stepped closer, "I'm going to pump you full of pups, and it's too late to back out of it. So why are you still wearing clothes?"

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for the god of the dead, his obsession with the life of the spring goddess is sickeningly fascinating. her presence is no staple fixture in oylmpus. the little flower would rather spend her time elsewhere. in greener, shadowy meadows. splashing about where the waves and the sea foam meet the sand. a kaleidoscope of memories of things she already has come to miss. her mother, the religious rites humans threw in their honor, renowned for their festivities. the kiss of the sun, the ocean spray, and the sky with the infinite combinations apollo and atermis conjure. and still, his words ring true in her ears. uncomfortably so. for she is useless without the shadow of death, her prelude to the fertility, regrowth, and rebirth she brought forth onto the mortal realms. it is strange, to say the least; having another god, recklessly devoted to her while set in his convictions to safeguard his precious flower. the weight and all of its nuance hits at once. it’s terrifying and thrilling. so heartbreaking and curiosity-inducing. strangely so, persephone is thankful her captor warden HOST is there holding her diminutive figure. when the dizziness inevitably has her knees buckling he is steady and sturdy against her.

his touch is tender, a kind of tenderness the young goddess had not known or known to be missing in her life until she got it from him. she truly must be fresh on earth, to foolishly assume mortals were the creatures ultimately capable of the most intense forms of devotion. to take her, claim her for himself so openly while in private reserving the utmost care to explain his need for such drastic measures doing his best not to frighten her. yet persephone had begun to wonder; begun to explore, even, just how powerful of an aphrodisiac fear could be. she peers up at him while he dots crystalline tears away, lashes still glimmering with the remnants of her sadness. curiosity rattles within her as she ponders his words before taking a leap of faith into blind trust. "i want your kingdom. if i am as important to you as you say, as precious. i want to be by your side as your equal. i want to know everything and anything there is to know about you and your realm. i refuse to settle for anything less to consider you and this place my home. then you can worship me as your queen." the pout on those petal soft lips falls, a ghost of a smile tugging the corners of her mouth up. her demeanor softening at the thought of not just a kingdom to rule, but a divine king devoted to his godess. olympus could have its chaos and ruinous ambitions if hades could deliver the ultimate assurance peresphone craves.

at times like these, he is painfully reminded of how youthful she is. they may be eternal, as gods, but she had only come to be yesterday, compared to him. hades had existed, for so long, and he was exhausted. many though that he had been banished to the underworld, but no one but his brother, zeus, knew the truth. and zeus let the world think what they liked, as it suited him that it worked otherwise... and hades? well, he didn't care that everyone thought he had been punished with isolation, so long as said isolation remained. he had chosen to stay away from olympus, from the never ending drama of it all. and very rarely did he ever venture upstairs.

one of the times that he had, he had stumbled upon her. the fates had a cunning about them. so long, he had lived by himself, and now here he is, dealing with a petulant child of spring, no less. a sigh left his lips, and as tears appeared in her eyes, he couldn't help but reach out to her. he never meant to cause her any harm, nor distress. but he was a selfish being. and the only way to keep her safe, was to keep her here. one day, she would understand that. at least, he hoped.

❝ the answer is in your question. i have never laid a finger on you. i have never forced myself on you. i could make you forget your entire existence before the day we met. i have not, have i? and i would let you return to your mother, if only i wasn't certain that you would be harmed and taken from me. from her andthe world. now that others know of your importance to me... do you not understand, how precious you are? and how important you have become? i have many enemies, persephone. many creatures and beings who would like nothing more than to use you to gain control to the underworld. and i would gladly hand them all that i am, all that i have, to have you safe. and what, then, of the balance of death. even your mother knows of the importance of the balance of it all. there is no rebirth without death. ❞ he doesn't expect her to understand, but as he brushes away her tears, he cups both of her cheeks, dark eyes searching her own, desperate in his attempts.

❝ tell me what i can do, without risking your life, and i will do it. ❞

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being with everett is like mixing liquor; fun in theory but incredibly risky and certain to end in varied levels of discomfort if put into action. nicky's naiveness is certainly a choice, and a bold one at that. considering the man of her devilish dreams has been incarcerated for half of the time nicole's been alive. her blood chills at the mention of her brother, the gravity and the extent of her vulnerability truly setting in while she nervously twists the rings adoring slender fingers. she's still hovering by the door as he makes his way inside and blatantly scopes out their cozy little place, noting her brother's existence, shift, and occupation in one casual go while getting comfortable on her couch. nicky shuts the door in temporary resignation as she tries to think of how to handle the situation at hand. she soon finds a blueprint set forth by everett himself; a pout and a rebuttal building within until there's mention of leaking evidence of their depravity for the whole world to see. she spins around and storms off to the kitchen to do as she's told with her furry simmering down to mild irritation. fear is one powerful aphrodisiac, a fact that couldn't be denied when she returns with a frown, two glasses of whisky, and a wet spot in the sheer pair of panties she's wearing underneath the ratty tee. she hands him his drink first, and plops down on the couch with her back against the armrest. she tilts the glass back, swallowing the burning liquid in one go before setting the empty glass on the coffee table next to his feet. slender arms lock under her knees, pulling them up to her chest in a makeshift hug as she peers at the man before her with lustful curiosity and a hell of a lot of reservation “kinda moved you’d do all this just to meet me.”

everett just stood and looked at the place for several long minutes, he had done his homework behind bars. the good thing about prison was you could find just about anyone in a federal prison, including hackers that could get just about anything about a person. He knew her name, her brother, his profession, he knew just about everything a person could know. For seemingly months she had been saying the filthiest shit he had ever heard a woman say, as soon as last week she was saying those things and now he was coming to get what it was was essentially promised to him. he was a dangerous man, there was no question of that, especially after being in prison for 12 years. He ignored the text messages that came to him asking if it was a prank and instead stood at her door waiting. once the door was open he didn't even pause he simply walked in like it was his own residence. "your brother isn't off his shift for a few hours" he answered "yeah i know who your brother is, and i'm not sure he'd be fond of some of the shit you've sent me by the way" he said his eyes glancing around the place. everett walked past her to make his way into the living room and took a seat, his feet stretching out onto the coffee table "Get me a drink" he ordered, nearly certain she wouldn't do what he told her to. "I have videos of you, images of you, texts of you saying shit that will not look good if i release it---so get me a drink".

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@lecheroustaint totes not based on this dark shit at all ˚ʚ♡ ɞ˚

nicole could never, would never forgive her inquisitive brother for giving into his worst nature; snooping through her phone after she refuses to give him details about the "friends" she's been spending most of her time with. to get upset over findings that he wasn't privy to in the first place. thankfully, she's smart enough to keep the contact info vague. mainly, nicky's pissed HE'S upset about the fact she's fucking an older man and doing such disgusting, depraved shit for him INSTEAD of the group chats she has with her girlfriends and other derelicts discussing buying and bringing the hallucinogenics to their little sleepovers, the raves they enjoy sneaking off to. what the hell are the standards? she's ranting about this to harely. coaxed to ardent, shrill pitch after she takes off to meet up with him after the blowout fight with her big brother. reassuring him james is a shit detective because he doesn't recognize his own boss is the man bedding his sweet baby sister, nicky gets a little caught up in the fervent desperation, the constant craving to be his. she's giving in to her petulance, the youthful notions of running away, and dipping her toes into hyper-independence just to be with him. though when she quiets and then blinks up to ask him if he'd let her live with him if she were to move out she's 100% serious and 100% heartbroken as harley dismisses that seriousness. like he’s insulting how devout she’s been of her own god. wordlessly, she’s off his lap and pulling her iphone out of the purse left on his coffee table. the fast-paced nature and convenience of modernity is a double-edged sword. the girl paces in front of him. silent as she solidifies plans with her friends by the time she’s scouring her bookmarks for that list of choice apartments. doesn’t take long to find a place with availability in such a bustling city. she’s sent the fees and deposits and was currently waiting for confirmation on her move-in date minutes since the start of her eerie silence. that’s when she’s turns her focus back to harley. pressing her lips against his in a wordless goodbye, nicole can’t help but loath the sudden burst of ire that now tinges on her feelings for him. she’s always hated feeling angry with those she loves.

she turns off her phone for good measure as she leaves, so he can’t access her location as she sneaks down to jersey to let loose for a weekend. nicky truly doesn’t expect him to find her, anyone really. not when she’s off at some random house party hosted by a friend of a friend instead of her usual clubs. she’s lonely, missing harley already, and blaming it on the m.olly so she can use that too as the excuse for wanting to sneak down to the basement to check her phone. claiming to need a break from the disorientating music, flashing lights, and the haze of smoke. when her stupid phone comes alive she’s got too many messages from james and none from harley. it’s not until she’s tossed the phone across the room with a screech in an uncharacteristic display of rage that she notices the masked, looming figure lurking in the corner of the basement, near the busted cellar door once. phone makes contact with the tip of a thick black, combat boot. her blood chills when she processes the intensity of the situation, “—- sorry, i’m looking for my boyfriend to leave,” she lies through her teeth, now hoping the very man she’s avoiding at the moment at least has a starting point where to look for her. “cute costume, you hiding because you got the theme wrong?” the question’s a red herring; nicky doesn’t miss a beat spinning around and sprinting back up the stairs. she’s almost made it, nearing the top of the stairs; hand grasping the doorknob so tightly she can feel the music reverberate through the door frame when a hand grasps at her ankle even tighter and YANKS her back. she screams mid-fall, yelps like wounded prey getting dragged back. the party a perfect cover for her audible desperation and terrified screams. her phone's just out of reach, well-manicured nails clicking against the plastic case as she struggles to bring it nearer; feeling the familiar weight of a man’s body pinning her to the floor like she’s nothing to them. an origami flower you could crush or tear apart with the wrong move. “PLEASE. my boyfriend’s the chief, he’ll know something is wrong if i don’t reach out. i won’t tell him about this! i won’t tell. i promise!!” she’s openly sobbing, though still trashing under him until he grabs a fistful of inky hair to immobilize and use as leverage against her. “a-are you going to kill me? please... don’t HURT me. i promise i’ll do anything.” a blinding flash of light leaves her even more distorted than the m.olly, seeing bursts of spots and colors before her hazy vision refocused; the fucking asshole took a picture of her, immortalizing her terror and desperation with her own cellphone.

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god, she feels like she’s moving and processing at quicksand speed while the world bustles around her at a tempo far too swift for her to process properly. especially while levi and his friend leer with delight in watching a ridiculously high cherry squirm in her seat. her cheeks flush a sweet, soft pink from the humiliating arousal making it oh so difficult to stand her ground against levi’s casual degradation. thought she tries, especially after those expert fingers speed up their rhythm; “hey, i don’t— no i—“ he pulls his fingers out of her cunt, slick and glistening with the evidence of her arousal, using her sudden gasp as a golden opportunity to forcefully shove those two fingers he had inside her down her throat with little regard for her or her sensitive gag reflex. still, the shock melts away rather quickly. despite the tears that spring to her eyes, the brief ADORABLY stupid choking noises made before she remembers to breathe through her nose, the little whore actually starts to suck his fingers clean absentmindedly. if she wasn’t completely GONE from that stupid edible she might’ve had the good sense to feel any level of concern for how natural, how easy it is to keep her mouth busy with her licentious reactions.

she's so stupid that levi almost feels bad for her. almost. the small bit of pity he has for her is outweighed by how easy it is to get her to do exactly what she wants. its like having his personal little fleshlight, easy to throw around and manipulate into doing what he wanted. the edibles made it even easier, not having to worry about her whining or trying to stop him from using her however he wanted. "this is what i was telling you guys." he speaks to his friends as if she isn't there, speeding up the way he fingered her. "she's a good little fucktoy. aren't you, sweetie?" he speaks to her in a condescending tone. after a moment, he pulls his hand from between her legs entirely, pushing the two fingers down her throat. "you don't have to worry about her complaining. cause she's too fucking stupid to say no."

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mr. miller is everything eliss's daddy and momma have spent their entire lives terrifying warning her about; he's married. for one. as if adultery wasn't enough of a nasty sin to contend with on it's own, eliss can't help but wonder if losing her virginity to this man somehow made the sin worse. if god doubled down on you and your sins like some horrible way of leveling up in one of those life simulator video games. when she's not brain-dead and cock drunk, she's usually anxious on some level that she might be accumulating unforeseen life points swaying her closer to hell than heaven on any given day. but the temptation is everywhere, existing outside of a secular world seems so impossible, and giving into her sinful desires and whims is too exhilarating, too addicting of a habit to kick. maybe she could pray before bedtime, in church, and between everything else to atone for her sins before her time on this earth runs out. even out the score of whatever harm and destruction she'll inevitably leave behind. in the meantime, all she could and would choose to focus on was the dense weight of a large hand against the delicate blade of her shoulder. a pressure so heavy against her slender, soft physique. yet so carefully mitigated so as not to crush her, hurt her to the point of lasting damage outside of the blooms and bouquets of bruises he loves to leave behind. or maybe she just can't take a hit, not without tears or whimpers anyway. as proven by the whimpery, almost animalistic noise made as miller's hand slaps her ass. thought the slap was quick and objectively soft ( for him ), she couldn't help the prey-like squeak that came out of her mouth when the soft sting of his smack overlapped that stretching sensation at the apex of her legs; her insides accommodating being speared open on his cock with that deep, dull, lovely ache that fills her core down to the pit of her tummy as he mercilessly uses her as his personal cocksleeve; a pretty little doll to position and fuck in as many different, differently filthy ways as he could dream possible. the kind of shit eliss was barely even able to conceptualize. "mmhn, yes sir! i can be so good for you." his hand tangles in her silky hair, tugging on the dark tresses as further leverage as miller's hips piston in and out of her while the tip of his dick places rough, bruising kisses to the mouth of her cervix with just the slight shift in angles. though that and the way his voice reverberates against her delicate frame, so close to his own release, is more than plenty for her to clamp around him like a vice at just the mere mention of being filled with his seed as he drives her into an orgasmic high. she shouldn't crave the feeling of his seed spilling deep within her, and yet she wants every drop. NEEDS every drop inside her. an ultimate sign of adoration. "please daddy! you're the only man who's ever been inside me, the only man who i want to come inside me!" jesus, eliss wasn't even aware of her ability to string together such... descriptive, colorful sentences.

in over his head but rather adamantly certain he could get away with using his assistant for his own personal desires. arrogant and smug to take from her and use her body to selfishly indulge in sexual desires and acquire appeasement and fulfilment by the thrill of the situation needing to be secretive and to reach a euphoric high one he hardly received at his home from his wife as miller's home life lacked any excitement qualities for it was rather mundane and dull yet thankfully his life had been changed for what he deemed to be the better ever taking on a new assistant it injected a rousing sense of rejuvenation and vibrancy as if energy now pulsed through his aged body and mind.

busy and in the middle of fucking his assistant with his c.ock slamming inside her cunt eyes would be drawn towards his office door when alerted to the sounds of knocking however obviously miller didn't want to be disturbed at this time. the shades to the office were drawn and thankfully sounds didn't travel beyond his office in the busy workspace. purposely ignoring whoever it was that bothered him and required his attention he knew he had to speed things up. the downside of working and wanting the joys of pleasures at the same time. lifting her up with callous hands he would be slightly rough when bending her over his desk his masculine heavy hand would rest on her shoulder blade another hand would firmly swat her ass cheek with the tip of his thick hard member pressing to her flushed petals which eventually spread when his robust bare hips shoved forward sliding his hefty c.ock inside her tight wet c.unt only for his hips would immediately garner momentum and a sense of quick pace slamming his member deep inside her slick heated sex. grinning while glinting dark eyes displaying lust and joy looked down on the young woman splayed over his desk. " worked at this company since i was your age. i figured why not get something i am owed by hiring an assistant i can cream in and fuck. " he growled his voice husky and coarse as there was a twinge of amusement. the table was bolted to the floor yet contents on top of the table would spill and fall as he clapped his hips with her round globes. the hand moved up to grab hold of her locks of hair jerking her head back. " i got to speed this up baby. someone's bothering us. now hold fucking still while i fill you up with daddy's cum. " sharp breaths expelled from his lips as his voice had a semblance of seriousness to it. the older male increasing his hard-hitting thrusts while c.ock pumped deep inside her hole.

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open to: multiple muses ♡ character: cherry, broken home baby with big dreams. you'd think they'd involve the pointe shoes she wears as a ballet dancer or some other aspect of the performance sport. honestly? cher wants her dark romance emotional support delusions fantasies to come true. the pointe shoes just pay the bills and keep her in shape plot/connections: moving to a busy city for work, cherry is trying to acclimate and make friends. she intends to prove she can hang! she can't!!! though factoring that in might've always been part of the plan when y/m invites her out; cherry doesn't find out about the high potency e.dible y/m convinces her to take to relax until they're about to walk into the dimly lit bar and forgets to ask if everyone else is taking 'em. rlly dark shit, dub/noncon elements. intox k.ink, public play stuff. this could be a shady boyfriend + his buddies situation, a fwb showing her off to his friends after bragging abt what a nice fuck cherry is or something. hmu with any questions or plot adjustments!

in the moment cherry opens her mouth to ask about what they're offering, he pops the sour piece of gummy candy into her mouth and wipes the residual sugar on his finger off on her pink, wet tongue before his thumb leaves her mouth. all the while selling the miraculous effects of the e.dible he just pushed between those soft, full lips. given how sore she is from a long day of rehearsal and how nervous she feels about meeting a couple of new people she would've said yes, but still. having a choice would've been nice. though cherry must admit, she ENJOYS not having to use her brain as much when they're around. the edible just serves to accelerate things, right? after they sit in the back corner of the dim, hazy bar, she should've started to doubt their intentions; especially once his fingers dip between her thighs under the hem of that tight dress so they can TEASE the slick folds of her dripping slit as she tries to stifle her gasps and moans. thought she's not all there enough to formulate a true complaint, not when she can't even focus on holding polite conversation as one of his friends smirks at cherry after she's failed to understand whatever it is they do for a living a second time in a row. she's not even offended when she hears the words "brainless" and "little slut" used in endearing reference to her. "huh?" she's missed the joke again but understands enough to know she's the butt of it. brows furrow together, but before the irritation can fully set in he's shoved two thick digits deep inside without any warning. "oh, fuck! daaaddy," baby blues flutter, automatically giving into the hazy, unfocused pull of the weed in her system and the pleasurable live wire coiling tighter and tighter deep in her womb despite the humiliating ordeal of enduring their full attention while feeling so spacey and slutty. "i'm sorry, i didn't- i wasn't expecting that." there was no need to use whatever sense might be left floating around in her little brain to deny that the vulnerability of her precarious situation was partly to blame for the fucking mess she's making between those creamy thighs.

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full, cherubic cheeks flush with the heat of humiliation and lust. it must be every person’s lucky day in that subway cart; it seems as if cherry's shed all her inhibitions in the pursuit of orgasm after orgasm. no concern for anything other than proving to samuel how deserving she is of that ring. how filthy and ready she is to transition into the role of his fiance and future eternal fucktoy. he pumps three large fingers inside her relentlessly, his grip anchoring her in place as she melts against his brawny chest, panting like a little bitch in heat. the drunk man with the crumpled suit finishes stirring from his alcohol-induced slumber as the sounds of her sopping wet pussy fully rouse him out of sleep, awake in a dreamlike lurid fantasy. cherry doesn’t even clock the phone lighting up as he unlocks it; tilting the camera towards the blonde’s little show. her man picks her up like she's nothing more than a fucking rag doll. large hands and their firm grip clamp under her soft, toned thighs to lift her. her converse covered feet kicking out at the sudden shift in gravity. samuel leaves her struggling to catch her breath, toes curling inside her sneakers as he enters her in one sudden, MERCILESS thrust, fully burying his cock in that pretty pink pussy to ensure she would accommodate every thick inch of him. she squirms on his lap, so full of cock all the can do for a moment is rub the base of her tight abdomen. her walls involuntarily gripping him as she starts to find a forceful, steady rhythm to comply with his orders, creamy thighs quivering the more he toyed with her swollen clit. the filthy sound of flesh slapping together grows louder and louder as cherry grows bolder with the way she bounces herself up and down his cock. "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," the first part of her statement isn't anything coherent, or too audible even. though the second squeal is louder, completely void of any volume control; "— i'm gonna come again! fuck, fuck! daaaad..."

when she collapses into his lap he just chuckles under his breath as his fingers leaving her just long enough for him to reach around and shoved three thick digits inside her as she rocked against his lap. samuel's fingers pump into her harder then, groaning into her ear as he uses his other arm to lock around her petite waist. "you're making a god damn mess." he taunts, her cunt loud enough that he's sure the scarce amount of people in the subway car had to have noticed by now. "dirty little slut." he grunts, not bothering to warn her before he lifts her up high enough to angle his cock to her entrance so he can slam her down and bury himself inside her. "fuck yourself on daddy's cock, nice and hard. i don't care who sees you." he ordered, the fingers that had been inside her moving to circle against her clit.

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open to: anyone wearing big ass black boots lol character: eliss, very reserved, proper young woman. constantly teetering on the verge of a crisis of faith or headed into spiritual delusion territory. can't worship her god enough to feel like she's atoned for the guilt she harbors so ends up overcompensating by deifying people too quickly, too often in the name of serving others. plot/connections: heavy with the blasphemy, p.et play + boot worship k.inks B) church kids really are the fucking worst; ellie moves away to go to a college to become an actor and before she's even earned her degree she's sacrificing every value and moral instilled in her bc she's busy worshiping y/m like a fucking church dog, constantly on the brink of giving up her v.irginity because they just make her feel so sinful and nice. could be someone involved with religious ties from back home, a professor, or anyone she idolizes in the film industry. age gaps encouraged <3

this crass game they play with one another has certainly escalated rather quickly, although it starts off innocuously enough. she’s so giddy around them, bouncing with energetic affection and so very clearly love sick. like an overexcited puppy. how can she NOT look at them with such reverence? with complete and utter adoration in the round, shining brown eyes framed by those thick, dark lashes. eliss doesn’t even mind much when they start getting lenient with her boundaries. the head rubs turn into back rubs, which turn into wondering hands. especially during those heavy make out sessions that leave her grinding on their lap whimpering, the fabric of her p.anties snug against her folds gets slicker and slicker. she doesn’t even mind the casual degradation when they affectionately refer to her as their dumb pup and the pet name sticks. though her cheeks flush with humiliation, there’s no denying the heat that rushes to her core. god, she should certainly care more about the “treats” they feed her, the way they’ve practically trained her to perk up at the sound of their belt unbuckling. not that she’s told them ( like the clarification is necessary ) ; but her devout nature has her damn near ready to recommit herself to her god. to give herself up to them in her entirety for all of eternity. she’s certainly all too eager to debase herself as is; pets aren’t allowed on the couch, not without explicit permission. the surprise passes rather quickly, shifting into acceptance in record time. had anyone else order her to hump their boot she would’ve been horrified, indignant. now she’s clutching the material of their trousers making the most precious of noises on the floor before them. she’s already shed the pj bottoms she had on, leaving her in a pair of white panties and their shirt. flushed cheek snug against the other person’s thigh as her hips roll back and forth, the rhythmic pattern of the top of their boot rubbing against her engorged, clothed c.lit drawing forth euphoric noises and a glassy eyed LOOK from the doe eyed young lady.

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bitch the month i have HAD i got out the menty hospital after voluntary admission bc bleeding out ur uterus and having mental illness is hard and then some dumb white bitch almost ended my life bc she wanted to merge in my lane with no turn signal and thought it was somehow helpful to just go ahead and finish trying to merge after making that inital impact with my car, so yk i'm finna have a field day with her insurance mfs ✌🏾 🏥