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[oceanicxeyes]

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Places of worship were not really his thing. Walter understood the reasoning behind it but he never truly fully comprehended why humans would waste their time praying for salvation when everything was pretty much on their hands. Why not be the ones to make things change rather than believe in some higher power? Were humans that incompetent? Regardless – places of worship were still architectural beautiful, right? Despite humans many,many flaws… they were still capable of doing something beautiful in the end. How was it that they were both capable of constructing such gorgeous places and yet be so keen to destroy what was not theirs to take? Such walking contradictions. Should he feel pity of them? Should he forsake them? Not all humans were monsters but when the vast majority simply did not care about what they did…

It was the sound of the choir that made him pause. Eerie and beautiful – almost like a true siren’s song. But it couldn’t be. They were just fully harmonious and there was nothing supernatural about it. Yet – Walter could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. There truly was something familiar about it. Something that lulled him in, bringing back memories of a time long past. But it couldn’t be…right? As he climbed the steps and placed one hand over the wooden door, the choir song was heard even louder. Eyes closed as he took a deep breath. There truly was something eerie about the song. Something so incredibly familiar that the bartender couldn’t help but to feel his eyes sting. Could it be…? He would recognize the chant of a siren anywhere but at a church? With a choir….?

He wiped the tears that escaped with the back of his hand and pushed open the door – blue eyes attracted to the choir being guided by the pastor. There was no one else around at the time. Were they… rehearsing? Was it the walls themselves or the choir that amplified the siren’s voice? Which one was it that made his skin tingle with excitement and his eyes water with the knowledge that maybe… just MAYBE he had found one of his kind around? Weren’t they practically extinct? Didn’t they all swim to deeper waters? The fact that there was a chance of him not being the only one around…

Should he interrupt? Should he just listen? How should approach? What should he say? What should he do?!

[wantcn]

& @vicedmuses // semi plotted.

THE HEELS OF HER BOOTS MADE SOFT sounds as she walked through the darkened corridors that lead to the 'staff only' door at the end of the hallway. the brunette waved at the security standing guard in a darkened alcove, chuckling as the boys just shook their heads at her. was it the worst kept secret of the underground world? maybe. but Anna did not care. it's not like her older sister would ever set foot in the club in the first place. it was the most logical setting for their meetings. the woman walked into the room without knocking, her green gaze directed towards the man almost immadiately. she walked up to where he sat on the large sofa, gracefully straddling his lap before her arms wrapped around his neck and she stole his lips into a deep, breath-stopping kiss. "did you miss me?" Anna teased, their noses touching as she looked down at the man when they both needed to break apart for air. "I have some news." the woman added, licking the man's lower lip slowly before she sucked it between her own rosy tiers and gave it a little nibble with sharp teeth "do you remember talking about wanting children at last Sunday dinner with my mother and how Julia said you still had time?" Anna arched a brow "well, your firstborn will be out of wedlock, it seems."

[courtesons]

The sounds of choking and gagging only got louder from this point on, his air completely taken from him - tears almost falling down his face from the strain as he was just used like he was just an object or property, that large cock fucking his throat as the helpless caged boy was used like this was his only purpose. To be dominated, owned and used. His face turning a different colour from the lack of air and the abuse before finally felt the cock be pulled back and the leash hold loosened, causing Peter to gasp for air and splutter. His heart racing, body trembling from the sheer intensity.

"I...t-thank you..." He managed to say weakly, swallowing before adding; "...Master" He said, knowing Ricky had used that title before and best not to upset the man. Dazed expression, hair a mess and gazing up at the man in a shameful submissive haze - unsure even want to say or do so he just, unprompted, gently kissed the head of the man's cock. "What...do you wish to do with me next...? What did you fantasize doing to me when you saw me...?"

He could tell that he could grow to care about Peter. Want to take care of him like a benefactor would. That didn't mean that he wouldn't use the man sexually and make him his submissive though. That was still on the table and the main reason he initiated all of this in the first place. Hearing those lewd noises coming from his mouth and seeing those eyes grow wet with tears made him feel like he made the right choice. They were made to find each other, he was sure of it.

When Peter's eyes started to glaze over, Ricky took that opportunity to fully fuck his face. His hips thrusted so hard to the point that his balls were lightly slapping against the bars of the cage. Finally, he loosened his grip on the leash and pulled his cock back a bit. Ricky slid it out of the other's mouth to give him some space to breathe. "You're being such a good boy."

[windsofdestinatixxxn]

@vicedmuses

replying to this - tyler x v

"Oh... I'm... Loving it. I'm tied. Trapped. And some fucker is toying me. But I'm enjoying it so much. Literally the best sex experience of my life." She mocked. However, the man soon slapped her ass and squeezed the area. That drew a surprised moan from V. "It's pretty easy to be brave when you've got a girl tied up, hm?" He didn't seem stupid. V didn't believe he would actually release her after some words, but it didn't hurt to try. She had nothing to lose.

[unapxlogeticme]

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[themysticcircle]

Jace gulped. The police had only gotten involved because it was called a hit list although it was about people to be fucked rather than killed. Unfortunately, Jace was at the top of the list with the highest amount of money attached to his name. Victor was his stepfather but he didn’t even know, he hadn’t seen that parent in quite some time. “That’s not fair. It’s not like I put my name on the list.”

open to: f/m/nb potential connections: faculty/staff or students, aside from that can be more personal connections too ( neighbors, son/daughter's significant other or friends, partner's son/daughter, step son/daughter, t.boo connections ). scandal can be grades slipping, bribery, or something more wild that got cops involved about muse: victor bradford ( 50 y/o headmaster. has worked in the university for years since he started off as a history professor. tends to get close to his staff & students )

the headmaster leaned back in his chair and stared at the person on the other side of his desk. he idly rubbed his thighs as he looked at them, narrowing his eyes. "imagine my surprise when i saw you were involved in the latest scandal." victor shook his head slowly, the look of disappointment all over his face. "now what am i going to do with you? seems like i have no other choice but to teach you a lesson." he leaned forward, grabbing the ruler from his desk.

[windsofdestinatixxxn]

@vicedmuses

replying to this - tyler x v

V growled even though she knew there was nothing she could do. She was trapped. Little by little, though, she began to relax. There would be opportunities to escape in the future. She just had to stay calm and wait for the chance to appear. "Fucking me? It seems that you like my cock that much for it..." She replied in a sassy manner. "Come on, untie me and I'll make you see stars." She said as she was in control there. Even though she was tied and exposed. V had an athletic body. There were some scars on her back, abdomen and thick thighs. Her thin waist made her butt look even bigger.

[vicedmuses]

VICEDMUSES - independent oc multi-muse blog written by jays ( 27 , he/him , est ) opens , memes , wishlist , wanted opposites , wants ( n.sfw )

[sinfulnesxx]

Andy's pussy got even wetter as he felt the boy's hand on the back of his head and began to show that he was the man, the one in control. There was nothing more arousing to Andy than a dominant man. His student's moans were music to his ears, so Andy continued his deep throat. His plump pink lips clamped tightly around the thick shaft that drooled nonstop, a messy mixture of precum and saliva dribbled from the corners of his mouth, staining his beard. Andy moaned in response.

The professor could no longer deny it, he was really loving sucking this cock and being denigrated like that, fuck, how much he had missed all that. Andy let out a couple of gags when Raiden pushed his hips, so he relaxed his throat and started breathing through his nose, waiting for the boy to use his throat as his personal fucking Fleshlight.

Who would have thought that moments ago, Andy was acting like something like this was completely off of the table. Now he was slobbering on his student's shaft like there wasn't anything else he would rather be doing. Like he was made for this. That only brought a playful smirk on Raiden's face that quickly turned into a cocky grin. It was also clear that the older man was extremely skilled at this. Even with the gagging and choking sounds, he couldn't remember the last time that someone started working up his shaft like this so quickly.

The student moved his right hand to the back of Andy's head and applied a small amount of force. His cock started to throb once it was fully going down his throat and the other's nose was on his pubic hairs. He let out a couple of lewd moans, no longer caring if someone was going to hear him. Not that Raiden ever worried about that. "Fuck, that's right. You're being such a good slut for me right now. I knew you wanted this." He looked down at his professor and pushed his hips forward, sinking his length further down his throat.

[windsofdestinatixxxn]

@vicedmuses

replying to this - tyler x v

V felt his hands exploring her body as if she were a toy for his amusement. God… How she wanted to rip off each one of those fingers. "It's not about choice. I'm pointing out reality to you. I have no value as a person, not to receive a ransom. I only have value as an instrument." And V was a great instrument of violence. But instruments could be replaced. When she felt his hand exploring her bulge, she bit her lower lip. "Fuck you!"

[sn4pping]

A   bell-like   laugh   fell   from   Gabriel's   plush   lips   as   his   gaze   shifted   from   Caye   to   Porter.   "Oh,   he   doesn't   hate   me.   But   I'm   here   because   I'm   my   grandfather's   mate.   He   has   no   choice   but   to   put   up   with   me   at   parties   like   this."   Blue   eyes   sparkled   mischievously   for   a   second   before   Caye   excused   them,   obviously   uncomfortable   with   the   interaction   with   Gabriel.   Once   they   were   further   away   from   Gabriel,   Caye   exhaled   audibly.   "Thank   you.   Don't   get   me   wrong,   Gabriel's   not   a   bad   guy.   But   if   you   don't   stop   him,   he   won't   stop   talking."   Caye   led   Porter   up   the   stairs   to   the   main   entrance.   There   he   handed   his   invitation   card   to   a   clerk   who   looked   the   name   up   in   a   book.   He   greeted   them   politely   and   asked   them   to   go   inside.   Caye   nodded   at   the   man   with   a   charming   smile,   then   turned   his   attention   back   to   Porter.   "Shall   we   have   a   drink   first?"

“That   can't   be   true.”   Porter   had   dealt   with   people   like   Gabriel   before.   While  ��it   wasn't   his   typical   crowd,   that   was   why   he   knew   that   he   had   friends   that   could   keep   the   man   entertained   if   he   ever   needed   to.   “You're   here.   I   have   a   sneaking   suspicion   that   Cayetano   doesn't   hate   you.”   A   small   and   polite   smile   had   taken   his   own   face   hostage,   almost   like   it   was   glued   there   till   the   end   of   the   night.   Then   he   nodded   when   Caye   said   they   should   continue   forward.   “Lucky   for   one   of   you   and   perhaps   unlucky   for   the   other,   I   can't   be   stolen   away.   I'm   all   yours.”   He   took   a   step   forward.   “So   sure,   I'd   love   for   you   to   show   me   around   and   for   us   to   get   this   nice   night   started.”   Although   he   had   a   feeling   it   wouldn't   be   the   last   time   that   they   would   see   or   speak   to   Gabriel.   Porter   didn't   mind,   but   he   was   here   for   Caye   and   nothing   was   going   to   distract   him   from   that. 

[virilitas]

"   well, correct me if i am wrong, but usually that's because they're with someone who does want to kill them.   "           matthew says with a wink and a chuckle, leaning back and letting the cold water carry him in their stride. floating free and uncaring, even when the other was being so grim about the whole thing. he gives out a relaxed sigh before he speaks again.    "   and you're not here to kill me, are you?   "

shimmying his body in the water a little, he made sure to keep his view clear of the other man, giving a wolf whistle as he finally began to take off his clothes.    "   come on, man. we can do the boring shit later and let's just enjoy this moment.   "    he says, cheering him on and on until the last of his clothes are finally off.

and jesus christ, what a body worth cheering. every groove and every line was perfect in his eyes, and if his gaze took a little while to leave the sight of his dick ... well, can you really blame him?    "   apparently, i'm not the only hot one here.   "    he says finally, biting his lip as he slowly swam to katriel's side.    "   fuck, man. didn't expect that to be what's hiding under those clothes.   "

" this is how most people wind up dead in true crime documentaries. " there were two truths about katriel. he was the manifestation of nightmares and sexual dreams (his monster form being venom) and he was posing as a pta dad in the neighborhood. neither of those truths would make him the outdoorsy or nature guy. which, in his own defense, he wasn't.

" need i remind you this wasn't my plan? " he wanted that to be clear before matthew accused him of not enjoying the waterfall. still, he slowly started to strip off his own clothing. maybe it was time to let loose and stop haunting people in the middle of the night. " you're lucky you're hot. " katriel stripped until he was fully naked, not shying away from having his shaft on display. then he finally got into the water, having to adjust to the temperature.

[courtesons]

It was one thing to suck someone off, it was quite another to be sprawled out on the bed - head hanging off of it to do so. It was just so much...sluttier and vulnerable, just like it was one thing to choke on someone's cock and another to also feel their hands on your throat. It was a little scary, that silent reminder of control and feeling of powerlessness, as if his very breath belonged to Benjamin in this moment. But there was also a rush to it, as one hand squeezed his throat and another would play with his body however he saw fit.

Lyndon's own cock was hard and leaking just a little, undeniable proof of the excitement of it all. His throat working around that impressive cock, swallowing each inch down of the heir as his own body squirmed under the pleasure and the grip and touch of Benjamin. When Lyndon was given a moment to catch his breath and that cock was free of his lips, he'd speak again.

"Mm, you wanted this so badly for so long didn't you? And I imagine so much more - why don't you tell how what you've been picturing with me. For when you finally got your hands on Lyndon Martin..."

When Lyndon laid down on the bed, Benjamin thought that he really belonged there. At first, it was because he thought the man should be his. Shortly after, he just knew that he belonged on expensive sheets and a large bed. The redhead deserved the best and hell, the hotel heir could make sure that he got it. Although he was certain he didn't need another man to provide for him, it never hurt. He was getting too ahead of himself though and had to focus at the task at hand.

Benjamin quickly walked forward and crouched down a little. He aligned his length with Lyndon's mouth and slid it inside again, getting right back to it. Then his right hand wrapped around the man's throat. He wanted to feel his own cock going down. When he felt the throat expand, he'd also tighten his hold around it with a squeeze. His left hand moved further up to play with one of his nipples too, tugging on and pinching it.

[courtesons]

The praise was a sharp contrast to what he was going through physically at the moment, currently feeling the tug of the leash shove his face right up against the bars and his cheeks press against them. All the while that large cock was being sunk deeper and deeper down his throat, causing him to splutter and gag and choke for Ricky. Made to take it all with such flushed cheeks and wet eyes from the strain, made to look up at the man doing all this to him.

Such a sweet thing he'd been - innocent and naive to wicked ideas like this, now here was Peter. Naked, collared, caged and currently choking on a cock he couldn't escape from. Even as his air left him and his eyes glazed over - completely and utterly owned in this moment.

If he would've known that Peter could blush this much then he would have started to compliment him as soon as he stepped foot inside. At least he could make a mental note of that though. He didn't know when he was going to be done with the younger man. It's not like he was going to grow tired of him. Having someone that was new to this world meant that he had a lot to show him. That also meant that he was going to take his sweet time every step of the way.

"Fuck, baby. You're being such a good boy for me by opening your mouth like that." His words were muffled by some of the lewd moans that were slipping out of his mouth. Everything about Peter was turning him on. He tugged on the leash to pull him closer by the collar, wanting him pressed up against the bars. Then he also pressed his body up against the cage. That way the other's nose could be pressed up against his pubes. Ricky held him there to see just how long he could go without breathing through his mouth, cock throbbing as it hit the back of his throat.

[oceanicxeyes]

Whether it was anxiety or excitement – Walter could not tell. All he knew was that there was a siren around. Someone who was just like him. Someone who had come to live amidst the land dwellers and maybe try to find ways to solve the crisis of their near extinction. What better way to learn the ways of the humans than to blend in? He did the exact same thing only as a bartender He would get to know all sorts of people who in their drunken haze would share bits and pieces of information that may or may not be useful to him. With the exception of his sister – who had been missing for several decades – he had yet to cross paths with another siren. Was this what humans called DIVINE PROVIDENCE or was it just dumb luck?

Whatever it was – there was someone in that church that was the same as he was. But who? He wasn’t as experienced as others would be. He couldn’t tell whether or not someone was a supernatural being only by looking at them… and he couldn’t just ask everyone to sing solo in search for the one whose voice resonated with him. For the one that made him crave home even more than before. But Walter knew he wasn’t alone anymore. That there was ONE inside that church that was the same as he was. All he needed to do was find out who so that the loneliness he had experienced throughout all those years would vanish. Who better than a siren to understand a siren? Who better than someone who knew what their kind were up against to advise him? Maybe they even knew more things. Maybe they had information that he did not possessed. Maybe…

The bartender shook his head, trying to keep himself steady under the excitement that rushed through his body like a river stream flowing into the sea. “Father.” He had heard humans call their ministers that although he never truly understood the why. “It is actually my first time here” He was not religious. Especially not for some absent deity that humans worshiped. It was just one amidst countless others. “I’m Walter. It is very nice to make your acquaintance.” He accepted the hand to shake as he kept his smile and he could have sworn that his skin had tingled the moment their hands made contact. Could this… IMMANUEL be the one he was searching for? Or was merely wishful thinking? “I heard the singing from outside. It was…” What word would humans used to describe it? “Divine. Almost as if sang by angels themselves.”

Being on land was already a big adjustment for the siren that was used to roaming the deep waters. They needed to feed however. The sirens were realizing that people weren't going out that deep anymore. The closer to shore that he got, the more curious he became. No one could hold it against him in his opinion. Blending in with the church was the easiest thing for him to do, or at least the smartest thing. No one would look at someone that helped spread the holy word as a monster. Even if he technically killed land dwellers on his free time or lured them to the ocean so that his family could feed. Those details were just semantics to him. Not something that was really important. He had a choir to lead now. Even though this was just all a big cover, he was going to take it seriously.

Fusing his voice in with the others made it easier to hide from people that actually knew what a siren was. Plus, performing in a group meant that he could lure people over without them being none the wiser as to who it was that was actually doing it. Was it just one person or the whole group? Immanuel had worked hard on trying to get the singers to perform at his level, at his octave, but it was harder for some of them. Still, he was able to get what he wanted at the end of the day and that was what was important. They were practicing their new set when the door to the church opened up again. For a second, he didn't even notice the newcomer himself. He spotted the choir whispering amongst themselves and pointing over to the entrance. Things were about to get interesting.

After they finished the song, he told the group that they could take a small little break. They were almost done with the set anyway. Then he hiked up his robe and climbed down the steps, making sure that he wasn't going to trip and make a complete fool of himself. As he got closer to the new visitor, there was something that was almost sparking inside of him. He felt like he was swimming over to another siren in the water than walking on two feet to another human. Immanuel found himself having to breathe just to control himself. Regain at least some form of composure as he put on a smile and finally made his way over to the other.

"Hello there, I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting you." A hand outstretched in case the other wanted to shake it. "My name is Immanuel, I'm one of the pastors here."

[wantcn]

SHE TOOK IN THE MAN'S REACTION TO THE NEWS from up close, needing to know the real emotions and thoughts on the matter. it was not like they had ever discussed this. it's not like they were actively trying to get pregnant - sure, they almost never used any form of birth control, and with the amount of fucking they did it would be a miracle not to get knocked up. but still, fantasies and words spoken mid-orgasm were far from the reality of the situation at hand. she was pregnant. his child growing inside of her womb - the mistress round with Greg's child before the wife. Anna chuckled into the kiss, her worries melting away as the man's smile widened and she could feel relief settling upon her shoulders "there are three pregnancy tests in my bag that say it's a pretty certain thing." the brunette grinned, sharp teeth once more taking hold of Greg's lower lip just to tease him before she pulled back a little bit "but I guess one could never be too sure." she added a moment later as her hips ground themselves into her lover's front without hesitation "fill me up with your cum, baby, don't hold back - make me drip when we're done."

THERE WERE ONLY TWO OCCASIONS WHERE THE DOOR WASN'T KNOCKED. the first was an actual emergency. if anyone that was a part of the criminal group needed help or was badly injured. to warn him that something bad was coming. the second was a little less serious. anna never felt the need to knock and gregg told her that she didn't need to. all of the people a part of his group knew her place. all of the club workers also knew her place. again, the worst kept secret of the century. the blond quickly wrapped his arm around her waist when she joined him on the couch. he deepened the kiss as much as he could until they needed air. finally, he pulled away and leaned back on the couch. "i always miss you." which might have been a source of weakness for him, but he didn't care in that moment. "excuse me?" gregg froze for a couple of seconds, shock washing over his features. not that he was really surprise. it wasn't like they believed in contraceptions and he always bred her with a specific intention. he moved his free hand over to anna's stomach, grabbing onto where the bump would soon form. "i'm going to be a dad?" there was a small smile that formed on his face. "and you're going to be my baby momma." his smile widened as he leaned forward again, stealing another kiss. "maybe i should breed you again just to make sure it sticks."