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Sam raised a brow at Penelope's nervous demeanor as she spoke about sex. He leaned in close to her, his bulging biceps barely able to contain themselves within his shirt. "Well, well, well, look who's finally come around," he teased with a smirk. "I've been ready since day one, babe." Sam grinned widely, feeling a sense of pride mixed with desire as Penelope's hand rested on his chest. "Believe me, Penny, it'll be worth the wait," he said confidently, sliding his hand around her waist and pulling her closer to him. "I'll make sure you have the night of your life."

open to males plot: penelope is ready to give her boyfriend her virginity

"So, I was thinking." Penelope started with a nervous smile, brushing her hair over her shoulder. She was about to say something really important and was worried she'd mess it up, and her body language was making that very clear. "We've been together for four months now, and I know I've been hesitant about having sex before, but...I think I'm ready." She watched for his reaction, chewing nervously on her lower lip.

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Chris smirked as he leaned in close to Daphne's ear, his hot breath tickling the skin on her neck. He whispered seductively, "You want it that bad, huh?" He then proceeded to apply a touch more pressure with his fingers, making circular motions with his thumb on her sensitive little clit. "Happy to oblige, baby." Chris grinned as he picked up the pace, his fingers moving faster and increasing the [pressure on her clit a bit more. "Mmm, just relax and let me take over. I've got you." He leaned down, kissing her deeply while his other hand groped for her hair for leverage to accommodate some roughness, knowing how crazy it drove her. Chuckling softly, he pulled back slightly from the kiss, keeping his fingers working against her core as he shifted his body back to give Daphne a full view of his chiseled abs and broad chest. "Like what you see, baby?" He teased, smirking, his eyes dancing with amusement and desire as he continued to rub her heat with his thick, talented digits.

open to males plot: daphne has been cheating on her boyfriend with someone who can actually make her cum possible connections: roommate, neighbor, best friend, boyfriend's best friend, boyfriend's brother, boyfriend's father, ex-boyfriend (whatever you think works)

Daphne's head was spinning.

She knew this was wrong. She loved her boyfriend, didn't she? It was messed up to do this to him. But even though she felt guilty, she couldn't deny how wet she got whenever he touched her. And, unlike her boyfriend, he made her cum every single time.

Daphne moaned against the male's lips as his fingers stretched her open, his thumb rubbing tiny circles around her clit. The moment her lips parted, she felt his tongue invade her mouth, which she accepted eagerly, desperate to taste him.

"F-fuck..." The blonde trembled as she felt that familiar warmth pooling in her stomach. "Don't stop...Please..." She was so incredibly close it drove her crazy, she needed him to make her cum on his fingers.

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Sam leans in close, a smirk on his lips, and looks down at his girlfriend from above. "Well, babe, you're just gonna have to wait and see what else I got for you tonight. But don't worry, you're gonna love it." He flexes his biceps, giving her a preview of what's to come. Sam chuckles deeply and brings his girlfriend closer to him, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I'd show you now, but half the fun is in the anticipation. Now, why don't you show me how much you love my muscles...maybe that'll inspire me to give you the rest of your surprise sooner." He flexes his arms again, egging her on.

open to: doms ( m / f )

“I love the collar you got me. Now what else did you get me?”

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Sam leaned back in his chair, admiring Avery's beauty and confidence. "Yeah, it's my first time hiring a sex worker. But don't worry, I'm not exactly a virgin." He chuckled, flexing his biceps a little. "I just wanted to try something new, you know? And I heard you were the best in town." Sam leaned forward a bit, a mischievous glint in his eye. "As for my fantasies, I'm pretty open-minded. I love having my muscles worshipped, maybe some role play." He shrugged, a smug smile on his face. "But I'm up for anything you want to try, gorgeous." He wet his lips and blew a breath through them, admiring her hungrily. "Seriously. Anything."

open to males plot: avery is a high-end prostitute meeting a brand new client. (up to interpretation)

"So, this your first time?" The redhead crossed her leg over the other, causing the skirt of her dress to ride up her luscious thighs. "That is, hiring a sex worker, I mean. Unless this is also your first time with a woman, which, in that case, it was very bold of you to hire someone to do the job." A playful smirk was resting on Avery's face, obviously just trying to break the ice between the two. If he really was a virgin, she wouldn't care, just impressed he hired a very expensive prostitute for his first time. He was incredibly handsome, so she would be surprised if he didn't have women throwing themselves at him.

"I'm sure you understand how my rates work, but I'm happy to answer any questions you might have. I'd like to work out the boring details before we move on." Avery eyed him for a moment, wondering what kinds of things he desired to do with her, to her. "What kinds of fantasies are you interested in exploring?"

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The year is 2023, and the Second Wizarding War has ended disastrously a year prior.

The small glimmer of hope that broke through the smoke with the miraculous return of Harry Potter from the dead was stamped out in an instant. The Dark Lord triumphed in the duel against the Boy Who Lived, but instead of finishing him off, a deal was made. 

One of Voldemort’s Death Eaters, Julius Rookwood, the nephew of one of his fallen followers, discovered the Resurrection Stone in the Forbidden Forest after Harry dropped it on his way to what he thought was his death. Julius presented it to Voldemort, who, in turn, brought it to the table as a bartering chip to kick off his regime. 

The deal went as follows; in exchange for the resurrection of the recently fallen, Harry would surrender and make the Unbreakable Vow not to retaliate again. Harry thought of the Weasleys, of Fred, of Cedric, of Sirius, of Teddy Lupin, who had just been condemned to an orphaned beginning as he had. His mind was made up. He made the vow that ended the war. 

The Dark Lord had won.

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The year is 2023, and the Second Wizarding War has ended disastrously a year prior.

The small glimmer of hope that broke through the smoke with the miraculous return of Harry Potter from the dead was stamped out in an instant. The Dark Lord triumphed in the duel against the Boy Who Lived, but instead of finishing him off, a deal was made. 

One of Voldemort’s Death Eaters, Dimitri Rookwood, the nephew of one of his fallen followers, discovered the Resurrection Stone in the Forbidden Forest after Harry dropped it on his way to what he thought was his death. Dimitri presented it to Voldemort, who, in turn, brought it to the table as a bartering chip to kick off his regime. 

The deal went as follows; in exchange for the resurrection of the recently fallen, Harry would surrender and make the Unbreakable Vow not to retaliate again. Harry thought of the Weasleys, of Fred, of Cedric, of Sirius, of Teddy Lupin, who had just been condemned to an orphaned beginning as he had. His mind was made up. He made the vow that ended the war. 

The Dark Lord had won.

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I'm starting a new rp! Would love it if anyone seeing this could check it out, or pass it on to someone who'd be interested! Thank you!!

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ZANE PHILLIPS GLAMOROUS 1x08

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Really feeling my Hermione muse right now. If anyone wants to smut in the HP universe, like this!

Also, I've got a starter here if anyone wants it.

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open to males; Ron Weasley would be amazing, but this is open to any male OC with any FC you'd like - just run it by me via DM first if you don't mind! (And for the sake of smuttiness, we're aging the characters up to 18)

"Douglas Fir," Hermione stated clearly at the entrance to the prefect's bathroom, although there was a noticeable strain to her voice. To put it plainly, Hermione was exhausted. This year's batch of first years were particularly difficult to wrangle - and Ron, of course, wasn't exactly helpful. What she needed was something she rarely took: a break.

Upon entering, Hermione made a bee-line for the nearest changing stall, where she got out of her robes, magicking them into neatly folded stacks on the shelf before reaching for a fluffy white towel to wrap her naked body in. She made a mental note to leave behind one of her knitted hats for the house elves who doubtlessly kept this bathroom so luxuriously stocked. Hopelessly tying her bushy brown hair up in a bun, she stuck her wand through the strands and opened the old, wooden door of the stall, her bare feet pattering lightly across immaculate, tiled flooring towards the vast, swimming pool-sized bathtub. A cloud of steam drifted across the top, making it all look exquisitely inviting. Blush tinted her cheeks as she looked around, ensuring that she was alone before she dropped the towel and sunk into the bath water. One of the caveats of the prefect's bathroom was that it was accessible to anyone who knew the password, regardless of gender. Some of her less conservative peers didn't mind this, but she, for one, couldn' bear the thought of someone seeing her completely exposed like this.

Well - that wasn't entirely true. There was one person she wouldn't mind seeing her that way...but she didn't even dare think his name to herself, let alone say it.

Sighing again, Hermione reached over to the nearest tap and turned it on, twisting the dial until the water and bubbles coming from the head were a pretty shade of lavender and, fittingly, lilac-scented. This was heaven...and it was almost perfect until the sound of someone else opening another stall and joining her interrupted her bliss. Hermione quietly groaned and closed her eyes, willing whomever it was to quietly enjoy the bath without bothering her...

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open to males; connection; your muse is my muse’s personal trainer - they have a history of working up a sweat during their sessions, but not in the way they’re supposed to be ;) could be happening in a public gym, a home gym, whatever works - i can roll with just about anything.

FC's I'd love to write against: Chord Overstreet, Nolan Gerard Funk, Shawn Mendes, Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, Henry Cavil, Tyler Hoechlin, and Joe Manganiello - but open to suggestions in my DMs!

Just as soon as Eliza picked up the cute, pink five-pounder, she set it right back down and sat back on her knees. “Nope, that one’s too heavy. I can’t do it.” She said with an exaggerated little pout, batting her lashes up at her muscular personal trainer who towered over her. “Show me how you do it again, please? I think I learn way more by watching you.” Her eyes immediately fell to his bulging bicep, which was flexed gloriously as he lifted the fifty-pounder with the greatest of ease. Her mouth fell open in awe, and her legs spread a bit to accommodate the arousal that immediately coursed through her system. “Wow…” Was all she could manage as she gawked at his impressive physique.

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Annoyed at the fact that their good-for-nothing coach had canceled another practice because he had pneumonia, Tristan spent the time he'd normally be on the field in the gym. He needed to perform well in order to secure a spot in the NFL, but there was only so much he could do with his talents. He needed everyone else to pull their weight, including their coach, who had yet to secure them a win. Frustrated beyond belief, he opted to take it all out in the gym, where things were actually in his control. He lifted heavier than he ever had and left the locker room, showered, sore, and pumped. His biceps strained at his t-shirt, his pecs were obvious under the thin fabric, and he felt powerful, not to mention horny as fuck. He didn't know if Ariana would be around when he got back to their co-ed dorm, but he hoped not. He needed the space to jerk one-off, and his smoking hot roommate strutting around only making him hornier wouldn't help.

He got home in record time and instantly took off his shirt, which was uncomfortable because of how pumped his muscular body felt post-workout. “Ariana?” He called as he kicked his shoes off. Not hearing a response, he shrugged and continued through their dorm to the bedroom. As he got closer, he heard the unmistakable sound of hitched, breathy moans and gasps - just the kind he was about to imagine once he was sure he had the space to himself. Cracking the door open, he had to suppress a deep, lusty growl at what he saw. He blinked a few times, daring himself to believe that it was real - and once he had indisputable proof that it was, he took in the other elements of the scene, like the fact that it was his pillow she was humping, and what he could have sworn was his name falling from those sexy lips. Smirking, his libido kicking in, Tristan’s typical brand of cockiness drove him to open the door and lean against the threshold, his eyebrows raised. He reached down and stroked his obvious hard-on over his athletic pants and intentionally popped his pecs once he had her eyes. “Please, babe…don’t stop on my account. Just let me know when you’re ready for me to fulfill whatever little fantasy you’re obviously having over there.”

open too: M, 18+

plot: ariana has had a crush on her roommate practically since he moved in and one day while he’s gone she can’t help but sneak into his room and hump his pillow while thinking about him.

connection: roommate.

muse: Ariana Miller, 21, nursing student.

ect: i can switch the muse too izabella danielle rose russel or stella jenna ortega if preferred.

incorrect babbles of ‘yes’ and ‘please’ tumbled out of her mouth as she sat in the middle of her roommate’s bed, rocking her hips back and forth on his pillow. it was wrong ariana new it was wrong, and she would probably die of embarrassment if she got caught but the only thing she had been able to think about was how good his c.ock would feel in her, how nice his hand would feel in her hair, or wrapped around her throat.

“oh my god…” ariana moans out, feeling her orgasm approaching quickly as she tightly gripped the edge’s of the pillow grinding her bare c.lit harder against the pillow. the sweatshirt she had on riding up and down her thighs as she rocked her hips, leaving a small wet spot on the pillow.

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Tristan wet his lips, taking in the praise he knew he deserved as Kurt fell more and more under his spell. He angled himself in against Kurt’s slight little form, one hand dipping low to situate on the swell of his perky little bubble butt. He gave it a firm, possessive squeeze and growled against Kurt’s ear. “Go on, baby girl… You’re making Daddy so fucking hard.” He brought his hand forward around Kurt’s ass, which made his pec swell and flex under the twink’s hand. “You’ll find out soon enough just how easy it is for me to toss a little thing like you around, don’t worry.” He kept his gaze locked on Kurt’s wandering eyes and all but laughed out loud at the very notion that it was too much for him. “Please. A day rarely goes by when I don’t have some sexy little bottom begging to give me a tongue bath…” Tristan drawled in a deep voice, clapping his hand down on Kurt’s ass again. “That what you want, baby? You wanna worship this body with your tongue?” Not waiting for an answer, Tristan took Kurt by the chin and dragged him up and into a deep, sensual kiss, his own tongue plunging into Kurt’s mouth to taste him crudely. Once they parted, his tone was even more demanding. “Get to it…and rub that little pussy while you’re at it. Tell me how wet you get for all this muscle.”

Kurt chuckled softly. "I can see it too. And everything you told me about yourself on the phone, your picture- Nothing does full justice." He licked his lips when the other held his palm flat on his pecs, the way his muscles sway under the touch of his fingers making his stomach flip with excitement. "I.. uh... Your strenght. I mean, you look so strong, and it kind of gives me this idea about how easy it would be for you to handle me-" He looked up and met his eyes. "Especially if you look at me the way you're doing now..." He bit on his lower lip slightly, then stepped even closer, his own chest almost touching the other's. "Your chiselled jaw, and hips. You're perfect. And I... really, but really want to have my tongue run all over you right now. Is that a bit too much for you, sir?" he said, almost with a coy tone.

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He chuckled to himself. If there was one thing Tristan was used to, it was bimbos, sluts and slender little twinks absolutely losing themselves over him and his physique. After a brief conversation on Tinder, Tristan made the first move and invited the cute little submissive slip of a boy over to his penthouse with sole intent of showing him how a real man dominates such a willing participant. “Trick question, isn’t it? There’s nothing and you know it.” Tristan winked and brought his hand up, holding Kurt’s dainty, smooth palm to his left pec, flexing it hard under his touch. “Why don’t we start with what you like most, hmm? Should be easier to answer.”

Open to: twinks, female, trans, basically any FC or muse that's smaller than him with a weakness for muscles.

*be advised; I'm looking to write smut, so be open to that if you reply please!*

"Like what you see?" Tristan said with a knowing smirk as he nonchalantly sauntered towards his admirer in nothing but a pair of form-fitting dress pants. "Don't be shy, beautiful. Come on over here and feel all this muscle for yourself..." He offered, flexing his pecs, one after the other, as the smaller individual advanced, taking him up on his offer.

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Open to: twinks, female, trans, basically any FC or muse that's smaller than him with a weakness for muscles.

*be advised; I'm looking to write smut, so be open to that if you reply please!*

"Like what you see?" Tristan said with a knowing smirk as he nonchalantly sauntered towards his admirer in nothing but a pair of form-fitting dress pants. "Don't be shy, beautiful. Come on over here and feel all this muscle for yourself..." He offered, flexing his pecs, one after the other, as the smaller individual advanced, taking him up on his offer.

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Already tearing up, Celia persisted and lurched forward, doing her best to take as much of Anthony's cock as she could manage. She got about halfway down before she started to gag and choke around him. Gripping at his body to keep herself anchored to his cock, Celia spent a moment adjusting, breathing laboriously through her nose before she pushed forward just a little more, her eyes rolling back at the taste of his pre-cum on her tongue.

Anthony moaned softly as he took another sip of the delicious lemonade Celia had poured him. “Mmm, that’s so good baby, but I think you can do more. Go ahead take as much as you can. Make me proud.” The big man commanded. She was wrapped around his finger and he was all too eager to exploit that for his own pleasure.

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Still entranced by Anthony's physique, Celia neglected to tear her gaze from the popping peak of Anthony's bicep and simply nodded when he asked if she'd like to please him. There was nothing she'd rather do, as a matter of fact. "I'll certainly do my best, Daddy. Thank you!" Celia responded happily, practically mindless with desire at this point. Gone was the stammering, modest intellectual - and in her place remained a brainless, horned-up slut who could only think as far as servicing an alpha male like Anthony as best she could. Sliding down from his lap, Celia assumed the position between his powerful legs and reached up, quickly unzipping his pants to fish out his thick, rock-hard cock. It practically dwarfed Celia's hand, and her eyes went wide at the sight of it. Looking up at him, she drew herself up and started to lick at the head of his cock, her lashes batting sweetly as she did so, her other hand reaching high up to splay across Anthony's rippling abs. Soon, she was sucking daintily on the tip, practically making out with it until she finally leaned forward, clearing a few more inches, her lips spread wide around his girth already.

Anthony let out a small laugh as she fell more and more under his spell. He enjoyed doing this with intelligent women. Seeing someone so completely fall apart under him just because he did some flexing. It was quite entertaining. “Celia, do you want to do something that will make daddy very happy?” He asked, enjoying the feeling of her utterly worshipping his body. “I want you to get on your knees, pull out my cock, and suck me off like a good girl. Do you think you can do that?”