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► reblog to let your mutuals know that... YOUR RP BLOG IS NOT TIME-SENSITIVE!

...That there is NO time limit or expiration date on asks, memes or threads.

...That your partners NEVER need to feel they have to apologise for not responding to a thread or ask yet.

...That you welcome replies to "OLD" threads and memes, even if they've been sitting quietly untouched for weeks or months.

...That there is NEVER any pressure or obligation for your partners to reply until they feel the drive and enthusiasm to do so.

...That YOU will happily respond to things at YOUR OWN leisure, and you would like your partners to feel comfortable doing the same.

Not everybody enjoys running their blog this way and that's a-okay. But removing the idea that RP interactions are something that can "expire" or that the asks in your inbox have an unspoken "due-date", takes the pressure off of both your partners and yourself and can help bust feelings of stress/anxiety from the hobby. Reblog to let your partners know that you're just jazzed to receive new writing from them, whenever it comes.

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the tired blonde was in the process of assembling a second cup of coffee when the knock at her door distracted her from adding the finishing touches. whilst she hadn’t exactly been expecting anyone, it wasn’t unusual to receive visitors at various hours of the day and evening, their reasons for stopping by a mixed bag. she abandoned her creamer by the coffee maker in exchange for answering the knock, her dark brows lifting with pleasant surprise to see mack standing on the other side. “ hi, ” she began, only to feel her expression drop upon clicking his demeanor. before she could even begin to address it, however, he was closing the space between them in a way she’d never experienced — or expected — him to do so. the kiss, quick as lightning, ending before she could even fully register it, let alone its implications. luckily, he spelled out the latter quite clearly. “i…” she began, unsure of where she was even heading with that starter. “i…do you — do you want to come in…?” she offered softly, body pivoting to the side so he could step into the coffee-scented space.

open starter for m/f/nb {iffy with males his new} 21+ plot: mack's had a crush on your muse and waited until right before the semester ends to say something, we can explore how they know each other

Although they were used to seeing each other at all odd hours of the day Mack knew right now wasn't the best. Most people, including himself, were preparing to leave campus for winter break. Yet he couldn't bring himself to leave without talking to them. "Hey sorry," he smiled nervously when they opened the door. Now that he was looking them in the eyes he couldn't bring himself to say what he had rehearsed on the way over here. Instead he felt a surge of boldness in the moment. "Fuck it," he sighed stepping closer reaching out to grab their face leaning in and kissing them softly. Quickly he pulled back enough to look them in the eyes. "I don't wanna be just your friend. I wanna be your friend you do romantic and maybe sexual things with. Maybe not a boyfriend, maybe a boyfriend? I don't really care as long as you want me too. If not I'll just walk away and we can pretend that kiss never happened."

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magnolia’s face had greeted winnie with a deep scowl upon the door’s opening. the sour expression was beyond her control, really — being ignored tended to incite such reactions. “ sick? ” she parroted, a layer of skepticism twisting the mirroring. “ you don’t look sick… ” stormy hues scanned the fellow girl’s features, searching for any visible marks of ailment afflicting her. in a way, she hoped that winnie’s words rang true; not because she wanted the girl to feel poorly, but rather because this would’ve been much more tolerable than the alternative. she took a step closer, brows now curling with disbelief above her tired eyes. “ …what the hell’s going on, winnie? ”

𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫: any 21+ 𝔟𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔡: winnie has been feeling an intense amount of lust for your muse lately, and due to her sheltered, highly religious upbringing has become convinced that she must be possessed. after not having seen her in a few days/noticing she's been avoiding them, your muse has shown up at her home to confront her. 𝔴𝔥𝔬: winifred "winnie" perkins, she/her, 24, bisexual (closeted), submissive, farm girl pinterest

"n-no... you can't be here right now, you gotta leave." with her body still blocking the doorway, winnie tried to sound as stern as possible, though her voice was shaking as much as her hands. it was a blessing that her parents just so happened to be out— or perhaps it was another part of her curse, being forced to face the object of her desire without them around to act as a buffer. "my folks 're gon' be home soon, 'n... i ain't allowed visitors, i'm— 'm sick."

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☆ open to: f

☆ muse: amador vélez londoño , 33 - 36 , residential & commercial architect focusing on environmental design ( resembles j b.alvin )

☆ possible connection(s): acquaintance or friend turned romantic prospect, more recent connection that amador asked on a date after meeting her at an outing of some sort (either professional or personal), a friend of a friend, up to player! backstory can also be plotted :)

☆ plot: amador recently exited a toxic longterm relationship and is finally attempting to find his footing in the dating scene again, somewhat wearily. his struggle entering “the market” again is playing out whilst on the first date with y/m.

“ …i’m sorry, ” he finally offered after an innumerable number of moments piled up between them and threatened to spill onto the floor, “ it’s just — it’s been a while since a first date for me…i think i’ve been overthinking everything, ” he admitted. one of his hands reached up to create a spinning motion near the side of his head, as if he was attempting to illustrate the inner encirclement of his fears and woes squeezing his mind tightly. his truth plopping out atop the awkward silence fell heavier than he wanted it to, bringing with it an all too familiar sense of uncomfortably warm embarrassment. “ …probably sounds pathetic for someone my age, huh? ”

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☆ open to: f

☆ muse: amador vélez londoño , early-to-mid 30s , residential & commercial architect ( resembles j b.alvin )

☆ possible connection(s): acquaintance or friend turned romantic prospect, more recent connection that amador asked on a date after meeting her at an outing of some sort (whether professional or personal), a friend of a friend, up to player!

☆ plot: amador recently exited a toxic longterm relationship and is finally attempting to find his footing in the dating scene again, somewhat begrudgingly. his struggle is made evident whilst on a date with y/m.

“ …i’m sorry, ” he finally offered after an innumerable number of moments piled up between them, “ it’s just — it’s been a while since a first date for me…i think i’ve been overthinking everything, ” he admitted, one hand reaching up to create a spinning motion near the side of his head, as if he was attempting to illustrate the inner encirclement of his fears and woes squeezing his mind. truth plopping out atop the awkward silence fell heavier than he wanted it to, bringing with it an all too familiar sense of uncomfortably warm embarrassment. “ …probably sounds pathetic for someone my age, huh? ”

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darcy should’ve known that nessa would be up for exploring the new sexual terrain before them, if only based on the path they'd traveled together thus far. she'd been having the time of her life serving as nessa's introduction into feminine romance, and therefore could hardly wait to lead her further down the fragrant path. the blonde’s surprised observation of the toy’s satisfying size pulled a humored laugh from darcy’s elegant throat, death of the sound wrapped up by a proud smirk. “ only the best and finest for my girl,” she proclaimed softly, free hand reaching over to tuck some golden strands behind one of nessa’s ears. her head slowly tilted to one side as her perceptive gaze became transfixed by the sight beginning to unfold before her. nessa, on her knees, actively showing love to darcy’s cock as if the thing was crafted of flesh and blood. sometimes, the brunette wished that she was the owner of a real one — only in moments like this, where she could’ve felt what it was like to have one’s length actually (and eagerly) swallowed up by a pretty girl. “ just like that, ” she mused, manicured hands migrating up to toy with her own bare breasts. as her fingers pinched her pebbled nipples, darcy gently thrusted more of the strawberry-coated length into nessa’s plush mouth. “ get very familiar with it baby, because you’re about to know it on a highly intimate level… ”

Nessa couldn't believe how lucky she was to be dating someone as amazing as Darcy. Their time together really helped her explore her feelings towards being with another woman and it all felt very right to her. By this point, she had complete faith in the raven-haired woman and was up to try just about whatever she suggested. Perhaps she was naive not to have expected such a toy would be introduced, but the idea only made her more curious. "Oh, it's a... bigger than I expected," she confessed with a bashful laugh. Her old high school boyfriend certainly wasn't anything like what Darcy currently had between her legs. Stroking the toy and spreading the strawberry lube around made her think about what it would be like to be penetrated by the toy, biting her lip. "A kiss?" she asked with a cute little laugh, "Mm, okay. If you'd like that." Nessa dropped down to her knees and pressed her lips to the tip wit her eyes up on Darcy, slowly taking the fat head into her mouth. The sweet taste of the lube caused her to hum softly, sending little vibrations through the toy. "It actually tastes really good," she confessed before continuing to stroke and suck the fake cock, her head bobbing slowly with their eyes locked.

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cara’s cheeks appeared to mirror the toy’s roseate hue, the sight pulling an amused giggle from the brunette. “ what can i say, i live for keeping the mystery alive, ” she grinned down at the sultry blonde. winter blue hues watched as cara obediently showed the cock some love with her mouth, scandalous sight inducing a delicious clench between her thighs. she had to fight the urge to slide the toy past cara’s lips, to dominate the mouth she so adored. that would come in time, surely. the posed inquiry served to draw a contemplative hum from darcy’s throat, woman deliberating whether or not she wished to foil her plans for the golden goddess sat in front of her. ultimately, she decided to go with generosity, the choice almost solely motivated by her awareness of cara’s adoration for spoken filth. “ well, part of me wants to fill you up from behind, watch this pretty little cock — ” a pause, one designed to create room for the joking understatement to spread out between them, given the toy’s size, “ disappear inside you…but another part of me really wants you to sit on it and get nicely acquainted with it. it’s just so hard for a girl to decide… ” her lips pulled together into a pout as she allowed her options to trail off and simmer, expression demonstrative of her internal debacle.

cheeks might as well be bright pink as she looks between the strap and darcy. the excitement on the brunette's face is enough to widen her lips but she still feels uncertain about what she even is supposed to do with it. sometimes cara wished she had half the confidence darcy carried so easily, but she was sure it was just a matter of time—and openness, at least when it came to the deviant goddess in front of her. to be honest, after a lifetime with men, the last thing she expected this time in her life was to get involved with someone like her, but here she was. "i—i don't know what to think," the blonde giggled, allowing darcy to guide her movements from the base to the tip of the pink prop. she pressed her lips together and looked up at the other woman. "i didn't expect you to introduce this kind of toy today, i'll tell you that." her movements were shy as she leaned in and gave it a little peck on the tip, licking the remnants of the lubricant that were now on her lips. "—and it tastes like strawberry. what plans do you have with it? do you wanna tell me?" her tone was a little playful now, giving the obviousness of the situation, but cara always did find it exciting when darcy explained in detail what she would do with her—and this time it wouldn't be any different.

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ghost of a smile materialized into something more tangible, corners of her plump lips deepening the expression. she couldn’t help but to giggle — not at gigi of course, rather at her curiosity peaking out from behind her timidity. “ oh, we’ll go slow baby, we have all the time in the world, ” she cooed. her assurance was accompanied by a mild furrowing of her brows, under which her inspective blues poured over gigi’s doll-like face. she thrusted her hips gently, sliding the cock up across the palm of gigi’s hand. “ just think about how cute this will look in that pussy of yours? the aesthetics of it all, ” she mused through a cheeky smirk.

"ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THIS?" gigi blinked, letting the older woman guide her hand along the toy. "i'm scared it's gonna hurt with how big it is." she admitted shyly, but made no move to pull back or remove her hand from the toy.

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♡ open to: f

♡ muse: darcy montrose, mid 30s, victoria’s secret district manager ( resembles m.egan f.ox . )

♡ possible connection(s): girlfriend (either shorter term or longer term), more recent fling, friends with benefits, someone experimenting with her sexuality and turning to darcy for help with this

♡ plot: darcy suggested bringing in a “little” friend to spice things up. your muse may be nervous about the introduction of the toy, maybe not, up to player! in other words, shameless smut fishing.

“ well? what do you think? ” honey-soked tone curved with curiosity as she stood bare before the fellow femme, all save for the decorated strap secured around her shapely waist. the cotton candy pink cock hung between them like a juicy promise, permanently erect and currently doused in a generous layer of strawberry-flavored lubricant from prominent head to heavy, artificial balls. the raven-haired woman reached for the other’s hand and wrapped it around the lower half of the cock before proceeding to help her stroke the toy, their fingers working together in unison. “ want to give it a little kiss first? what do you say? ”

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the unexpected turn that this interaction took was altering her perception of time. how long had they been in that strange room? how long had she been on her knees for him? did it even matter? perhaps the spirits in her system could’ve been contributing to the haze, or perhaps ale himself retained the ability to redirect father time’s pointed finger. paloma wouldn’t have put it past him to possess that sort of unearthly capability; after all, he was manipulating her senses like they were little more than children’s toys, and that was nothing short of a miracle. had she not already been on her knees for him, the power of his evident desire for her would’ve been more than sufficient to knock her off her pain-inducing heels. the realization stirs not only a multilayered surprise within her, but a looming weariness, as well. his fire was intimidating, but more so than that, it elicited a fright — akin to that which might’ve been created by staring down into a darkened abyss. into the unknown. never before had she experienced this level of heightened lust directed at herself, rendering her devoid of the tools she could’ve used to respond to it. whilst she was accustomed to other dancers coveting her abilities or select parts of her body (objectification was practically a pastime in the studio, as natural as breaking in her pointe shoes), being wanted like this would take some adjustment.

luckily for her, she wasn’t provided much time to overanalyze her rolodex of possible response to his lust. she watched as one of his hands disappeared, only to reappear behind her head and secure itself into her platinum locks. no sooner did the tug of her hair make her scalp tingle than his cock pushed its way past her rosebud lips. his taste flooded her mouth like life-saving water would’ve after wandering around in a hellish drought, spreading across her tastebuds fluidly and encapsulating the entirety of her system from the inside out. the initial shock of such a bold move began wearing off almost as quickly as it layered itself over her. as if programmed to do so, she instinctively began attempting to take as much of him in as possible, feeling the intricacy of the veins artfully mapped across his length brush against her tongue as his girth held her jaw pried apart. in that moment, she was purely driven by a devastating, addicting need for more. the feeling was pitiful in a way, dwindling her down to nothing more than a glutton, but she was far too dazed to dwell on the complexities of her current compromising position. as she explored him with her tongue, she could feel herself quickly ruining the lacy pair of power blue panties she’d picked out for the evening. for a sobering moment, she located a sense of self-hatred aimed at her body for betraying her convictions like this, but her mind already beat her at that useless game long ago. it didn’t matter anymore. not in that moment, at least. one of her hands slowly reached out and centered itself around the part of his length that her mouth hadn’t devoured yet, not wanting any part of him to feel left out

she briefly wondered if she should’ve fed into the fantasy that rolled off his lips. perhaps that would’ve heightened the mood or tugged them deeper into the forbidden, blooming garden that they were treading through together. her mind had been so utterly scrambled by both the adrenaline of the exchange and now his taste filling her mouth that the truth shot through her briefly unoccupied lips, unable to be contorted into some sort of cheeky play-along. “ i would barely know, i haven’t spent much time down there, ” she admitted, hues briefly blinking up at him through her thick lashes to gauge his response to that confession. would he believe her? would he have any reason to? she had cited every excuse possible to mando as to why she was incapable of using her mouth on him, the most recent reason being horrendous jaw pain. whilst it wasn’t exactly a lie — virtually every part of her body ached at times, including her jaw — she certainly could’ve pushed past any sort of pain to clear the pathway for actualizing her desire. her mind had been quite literally rewired for this selective attention to her body’s responses: the practice was essential for success in her domain, after all.

as if pulled back in by a magnetic force, her lips once again trailed against his hardness, grazing the glossy mess that she’d created. “ i could spend forever here though, ” she breathed. her naughty words caught her off guard in that moment and caused her cheeks to flood with a crimson heat that threatened to boil her alive. whilst she couldn’t shove those words back into her mouth, she could stuff herself with his cock again in a vain attempt to mask her embarrassment. exploratory lips trailed back down to his tip, where upon they sucked him back within her plush warmth. his throbbing against her tongue pulled a moan from deep within her core, sound reverberating against his shaft much not unlike the rhythmic playlist rolling out beyond their closed doors and rocking the insides of the residence. whilst she was still determined to swallow all of him, she was quickly realizing that she had to pace herself. her hand not stroking the upper half of his cock rested against one of his thighs, as if to steady herself. every graceful bob of her head brought her that much closer to her goal, a little more of his length disappearing behind her lips with each descent.

alejandro’s heart thundered in his chest as he took in the sight before him—paloma, kneeling with an air of elegance only she could command, her lips parted and her dark eyes fixed on his. the intensity of her gaze sent a shiver through him, a current of both power and vulnerability that took hold of his senses and refused to let go. she wasn’t just submitting; she was participating, leaning into the forbidden allure of what they were doing, and that realization hit him harder than he’d anticipated. for alejandro, this wasn’t just about lust anymore. it was more than the ache coursing through his body or the need to feel her warmth surrounding him. this was about claiming something that had always felt out of reach, something that had tempted him for far too long. paloma wasn’t just any woman—she was a mystery, a storm, a blend of grace and rebellion that left him captivated. and now, she was here, gazing up at him with a mixture of curiosity and desire that drove him to the brink of madness. her beauty wasn’t just in her physical form—though her high arches, delicate frame, and dancer’s poise were undeniably breathtaking. no, it was the way she carried herself, the quiet strength in her submission, the way her vulnerability still somehow radiated power. alejandro had always known she was a temptation, but seeing her like this, lips parted and tongue practically aching to taste him, made him realize just how deep his need for her ran.

his erection throbbed painfully, the pulse of it matching the rapid beat of his heart as he stroked himself slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. the way she had held herself back, keeping her hands obediently in her lap despite the obvious temptation to reach for him, sent a dark thrill through him. she was waiting—waiting for him to take the lead, to command her, to guide her through this moment they both knew would change everything. “you’re perfect like this,” he murmured, his voice rough with arousal and emotion. his free hand reached out, gently brushing a strand of platinum hair from her face before letting his fingers trail down her cheek. “do you know how long i’ve wanted this? how long i’ve wanted you?” his words hung in the air, raw and unfiltered, as his hand returned to her chin, tilting her face upward. her lips, glistening and inviting, hovered just inches from him, and the anticipation was almost unbearable.

alejandro’s breath hitched as he slowly guided himself past paloma’s parted lips, her warm, wet mouth wrapping around him with a heat that sent a jolt of pure electricity through his body. the sensation was almost overwhelming, the combination of her soft tongue teasing against him and the lingering high from the powder he’d just snorted making his head spin. his chest rose and fell heavily as he let out a guttural moan, his head falling back in pure, unrestrained pleasure. "yes!" the tension that had been coiling inside him for so long unraveled all at once, his control slipping with each inch he eased past her lips. he pushed himself halfway, careful not to overwhelm her but unable to resist the primal urge to keep going, to lose himself completely in the bliss she was giving him. her submission was intoxicating, the sight of her on her knees, her lips around him, her dark eyes looking up with a mix of obedience and curiosity, driving him further into the haze of his desire. one of his hands moved instinctively to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair, gripping it firmly—not to hurt, but to hold her in place, to remind her that she was his in this moment. his touch was possessive, a reflection of the emotions swirling inside him: lust, dominance, and an unrelenting need to claim every inch of her. "oh, fuck!" alejandro looked down at her, his eyes dark with hunger as his fingers tightened in her hair, tugging her head gently but insistently closer. “you feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “just like i knew you would.” the rhythm was slow at first, deliberate, giving her time to adjust, though every nerve in his body screamed for him to take more, to go deeper, to give in completely.

“just like that, paloma,” he murmured, his voice dropping into a growl. “take all of me.” the words were both a command and a plea, his grip on her hair tightening slightly as he pushed her just a little further, his body trembling with the effort of holding back the full force of his need. alejandro’s dark eyes burned with intensity as he slowly pushed more of himself past paloma’s lips, reveling in the wet heat that enveloped him. every inch felt like torture and ecstasy combined, his fingers tightening in her hair to keep her exactly where he wanted her. the control, the power, and the connection in that moment made his breath hitch, his jaw clenching as he tried to pace himself. “tell me something,” he murmured, his tone teasing but laced with a sharp edge. he pushed forward just slightly, his length pressing deeper into her mouth as he held her firmly in place, his hips stilling for a moment. "does he taste as good as i do?" the words hung in the air like a challenge, a taunt designed to provoke her. alejandro’s free hand cupped her cheek briefly, his thumb brushing over the corner of her mouth as he waited, his arousal throbbing against her tongue in anticipation. “go on,” he urged, his voice rough with desire. “let me feel your answer.” he leaned his head back slightly, eyes closing for a brief moment as he imagined the vibrations of her response, the sound reverberating against his length, sending a fresh wave of pleasure straight through him. the idea of her submission combined with her reluctant confession only heightened his desire, making it nearly impossible to hold himself back.

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☆ open to: f

☆ muse: juan “grim” grimaldo cortez , 30 , electrician & part-time baker at his family’s panaderia ( resembles julio macias . )

☆ plot: grim promised to pick up y/m after her (father, brother, boyfriend, cousin, connection up to player) couldn’t for whatever reason. just because he did the aforementioned individual a solid doesn’t mean he’s happy about it, though. circumstances as to why she needs to be picked up and from where are up to player, go wild!

“ yo, respectfully, ” he began, cutting off the other’s tangent. “ i did your boy a solid because he wasn’t available. i didn’t sign up to hear the dirty details. ain’t my business. ” he redirected his scowl back onto the road before him after tugging his gaze away from the girl in his passenger seat. hopefully, that would shut the door on the stream of word vomi flowing his way. whilst waiting for the red light to give way to green once more, his hand not controlling the wheel leisurely rolled the remnants of his cigarette out the open window, allowing for the mentholated smoke to blend with the crisp night breeze.

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i am hoping someone has a taylor swift muse they’d like to spare so that i can write my karol g muse against them … for reasons ♡

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enzo’s protests were to be expected, predictable both in substance and their delivery. as per their established norm, they flew right over antonio’s head. “ who said you gotta entertain me? if anything, i was going to do you a solid. ” a pesky tsk echoed off of his tongue as he sat back in his seat across from the musician. “ come on. it’s not even late yet, grandma. we can go out for like one hour and then get you to bed. ” nio was fully aware that his definition of ‘that late’ differed from the average person’s, yet he still felt confident voicing that rationalization without even confirming the time on his phone. “ well? ” proposition was paired with a slight elevation of his brows as he awaited his friend’s inner battle with himself to draw to a close, one way or the other.

open to: f/m/nb inspo: musician who takes himself a lil too seriously x someone who maybe doesn't take... anything ?? seriously ?? which he needs but —f they could be another creative, or a childhood friend, as long as they stress him out !!!

"no, no, no, i told you i'm not going out tonight— i have a show tomorrow! i need eight hours, you know i do." not that he ever got that much sleep the night before a show.... but it was a better excuse than 'i don't want to'. "i know that you don't get what it's like to have something you need to be sober for, but i don't really have time to entertain you tonight."

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jack didn’t trust himself to speak, not when he knew his rich voice would’ve come out shaky, undulated by the potency of his lust for the woman before him. his precious niece: agile, convincing, and overflowing with a need that eerily mirrored his as they stood in the stained bedroom that he could’ve lived happily to never see again. and yet, claiming lacey’s body within the gilded cage enticed him to tolerate its four walls, if only so he could further make a mockery of the deadened bed that only she helped bring to life, to bastardize it with the forbidden connection between them. the blonde’s touch firmly settling around his leaking member drew a groan from him, one that tilted his head back with pleasure. “ i don’t want to talk about her, ” he managed, eyes closed as if in an attempt to conserve all his sensory energy for experiencing her expert fingers. he allowed her to guide his hand beneath the hem of her pretty dress and was instantly rewarded by her drenched warmth coating his fingers. not skipping a beat, he displayed his gratitude by parting her lips with his index digit, desperate to connect with that bundle of nerves that would kickstart her sweet moans. “ keep touching me, ” he encouraged through that shaky tone he’d initially wished to avoid, all the while finding a satisfying tempo against her eager clit.

open to: males. plot: inspo. their secret relationship has been happening since she turned eighteen, from the moment lacey knew she could make it happen. kinks: in/cest or step/cest, br/eeding (open for discussion so just dm me!)

"i overheard them talking about you," lacey mentions, stepping closer to one of the only people in her life to have showed her affection. even if it was wrong, she doesn't care. she would do anything for him. "sounds like she's just about had it with you, too." her hands fall between them, working to remove her uncle's belt. their lips meet at someone's insistence but lacey isn't quite sure who until she takes hold of him. hard and firm, already leaking. the blonde smiles, "maybe if she treated you the way i do, she wouldn't be so unhappy. have you said that to her?" she tugs on him as he nods, moving them until the backs of her legs bump into his bed. the one he and her aunt share. he said it hadn't known love until her. kind of like he hadn't either. she takes his hand and pushes it beneath her dress, letting him feel how wet she is. "you deserve more. and she's a fucking idiot for not seeing it."

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the older of the two twins could feel the blonde’s body soften in his firm grasp, as if her muscles were morphing into melting butter. she was clearly losing the battle with slumber, the latter’s current victory understandable given that both him and his brother had practically just finished mercilessly disposing of their respective loads into her mere hours prior. he heard her breaths shift downwards into a slower rhythm once more, indicating that she might’ve fallen back into the initial layers of sleep, though this didn’t prevent him from continuing to manipulate her agile body as if it was his own personal doll to play with. he removed one hand from her ass only so he could grab onto his bare girth — sacrificing his opened view of her in the process — and align it with her slick entrance. whilst he would’ve very much appreciated watching his brother’s mouth tend to those needy holes and prepare them for em’s entrance, something about claiming her in the presence of an unassuming avery also served to stoke emmett’s inner fire. he guided the tip of his thick member up and down her inner lips, glossing them over with a thin layer of his pre-cum in the process. that would have to do if his brother’s mouth was currently out of commission. the electric feel of his tip connecting with her entrance was almost dizzying and served to draw out a hiss from the ravaging man. “ i could probably cum just doing this, ” he mused through a whisper, more to himself than to her. “ cover this pussy and make avery do the same…that would be darling. ”

HER CHEEK PRESSED TO THE PILLOWS a little bit deeper, refusing to let herself be woken up fully when all of the previous evening was spent in various positions while getting absolutely destroyed by the twins and their insatiable hunger. the woman thought she would get at least a full night of sleep at this point, hoped that she had wore them out enough to ensure herself some peace and quiet to rest. but no, it just could not be. the luck was not on her side this time - not that it ever was in the first place.

Lily groaned softly as she heard Emmet's response to her quiet order - she knew it would not be that easy. the blonde did not dare move, though, preferring to stay in the comfortable position with her head nuzzled into the pillows and her body relaxed well enough on the mattress. this was far better than the last time the men had her bent over - and the woman would have bruises to prove it as well. Emmet's next words made her pause before she eased right back into that haze of slumber she had been lingering on. she trusted him, trusted them both. she knew they would never do anything to hurt her on purpose, or rather - not without making up for it tenfold in orgasms. the woman hummed softly, entire body becoming soft and pliable, mind switching off just a little bit more as she focused on nothing but the warmth of Em's hands on her ass, the gentle breathing of his twin brother next to her - wondering for a split of a moment how long it'd take for the man to wake up. if he would miss all the fun.

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phoebe’s sultry whispers brought with them a palpable change in the air pressure around them: joking banter had instantly been replaced by pure want, one that caused all of hazel’s blood to begin pooling down into her core with an intensity that she had yet to fully grow accustomed to. the blonde’s moan only added to the atmospheric change; it was melodic in all its sweetness as it highlighted a need that hazel herself was much too eager to fill. “ sneaky sneaky, ” she tsked, all the while being unable to conceal her amusement at her girlfriend’s antics. whilst her hips completely pinned phoebe against the freshly-renovated kitchenette countertops, her hands began to trail up the blonde’s sides beneath her top, exploratory fingertips desperate to feel the warmth of her skin. they journeyed upwards, over her smooth abdomen, until they finally connected with those perfect breasts. she released her own moan of satisfaction in response to feeling those nipples making their presence known. “ trust me, i know — but i still love hearing you say it… especially when you sound all turned on like this. ” she delivered a teasing squeeze to both of phoebe’s tits, as if to emphasize her point. “ it drives me insane. ”

" oops, you caught me " phoebe whispers comedically once she notices that hazel quicky caught on with whatever she had going on. yet, she stays leaning over the counter, but as soon as she feels her girlfriend's body pressing against hers, she instinctively lets out a moan that fits right with the blush that appears on her face as soon as she listens the whisper next to her ear " i'm pretty sure you already know what i want "

[othcrworlds]

once again, phoebe’s battle with vertical distances provided hazel with the opportunity to be of use. something about being helpful to phoebe, even if it was with something so basic, filled hazel with a sense of security akin to that of a dad who beamed in the face of fixing a household annoyance. because of this, she was all too happy to lend a hand, until she remembered that phoebe usually utilized their handy-dandy, foldable mini step ladder for such challenges. at first, she assumed they they’d managed to (stupidly) misplace it in the van and her girlfriend didn’t feel like locating it. however, her theory was quickly dismantled by a quick glance over to where they kept it hanging. there it was, reliable as ever. who was hazel to question her other half in times of need, though? she closed the space between them, utilizing the request as an excuse to press up against her girlfriend on her way to retrieve the plates. as her fingertips connected with the ceramic, her lips brushed against those wavy locks that she so adored, close to phoebe’s ear. “ is there anything else i can do for you now that you have me here, baby? ”

for her it is always a pleasure to be able to see such pretty features lighting up her girlfriend's face, as it sparks something in phoebe's insides, a sudden burst of butterflies flying around her stomach, every time. " you're the tallest one from both of us " despite the position in which she manages barely managed to hold herself from running towards hazel and making out with her, so she eventually turned around and leaned a bit against the counter once again, trying to reach a couple plates from the upper side of the cupboard, but failing miserably . . . on purpose, allowing her to get a very suggestive view " can you help me ? "