paradise lust

make heaven from hell or hell from heaven

[bruiscs]

☢ ― ― BRUISCS  ; private nsfw blog for smut, kink, and other taboo-heavy topics. there will be heavy themes and triggering topics featured here. while i make an effort to tag appropriately, this is a broad disclaimer that these themes can be difficult for some people and this is your final warning.  by following and interacting, you are consenting to seeing such themes on your dash.   any hate will be blocked and ignored. written by charlie, 25+, mst.

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[heavcnaway]

the strangled words were all harlow needed to push this, and the explosion of scent from their heat flooded her senses. with no hesitation, she made quick work of their clothes, removing their bottoms while pushing the top up to their shoulders. her own slacks were just pushed quickly down to her thighs and there was little to no time in between when her erection was exposed to her thrusting into rebecca - full to the hilt. she let out a strangled, moaning growl of a noise as she sunk into her, "fuck. fucking hell." she could already feel the knot swelling at the base, and shifted her weight to plant her knees on either side of rebecca's to keep her thrusts deep, hard, fast.

[bruiscs]

it happened so quickly that harlow was pushing inside them by the time rebecca had a chance to react. a shattered sob fell from their lips as they thrashed under the alpha, simultaneously trying to pull away and press harder against her. instincts warred against biological imperative and their body spread open to give harlow more access as she slammed into them. "oh my god," they whined, and their face rubbed against the carpet with each thrust. all the pain swirled and mixed with the pleasure coursing through their body and they could feel harlow getting thicker inside them as they stretched around her.

[heavcnaway]

"no - uh, no. no, there's still a few hours left until close." she gestured up towards the windows not that far from the two of them. the sun was still up, but setting, casting the area they were standing in a soft orange-pink glow. liv swallowed against the lump in her throat at standing in front of someone who seemed - so obviously queer and couldn't help but continuously avert her gaze. "if you're, uh, still studying and need some sustenance, i have some soda in the back. or m&ms."

[bruiscs]

they squint up at the window and acknowledge that maybe they just asked a stupid question, and they open their mouth to say so when they realize she can't look them in the eye. a defensiveness prickles in her chest immediately because she's seen that look before and it never ends well, but it ebbs slightly when she offers kaine some snacks. usually not the general offer of someone about to hurl slurs at her. "um... sure, why not," they said finally after a long pause. there were a million reasons why not, but there's something about the way the librarian is twisting her fingers together that feels familiar to them. "i'm kaine."

[impiious]

made with beta editor. open to: f/nb plot: your muse is getting ready to go on a date, ash is jealous (and has been for a while) and tries to stop them. possible connections: open to anyone. taboo is fine and welcome.

its been seemingly hours of the other trying on different clothes and asking ash's opinion on things. each time, ash's brain stalls because they're getting ready for someone else and the jealousy continues to eat at them in a way that makes them want to scream. by the time the other is nearing the doorway, ash finally stands and reaches out to catch their wrist in a bruising grip. "wait." they reek of desperation and a long silence hangs in the air until shakily, "don't go. i - don't want you to go."

[bruiscs]

she knows that this is probably torture for ash, and she hates herself a little bit for putting them through this. it was fine when they first started sleeping together, just blowing off steam with someone they wouldn't be caught dead with. she didn't know when feelings came into the picture, but she genuinely enjoys spending time with them, loves seeing them laugh, and is definitely not going on a date with them tonight. "i- i can't stay."

[heavcnaway]

@bruiscs /

while most of the time, sonja was confident and collected - but since last weekend, she felt more on edge. usually when this was an issue, she would just chew on one of her pills until relaxation washed over her and her mind floated away from her body. this time, though, that feeling only seemed to exacerbate the issue.

last weekend, she was at some party that she wasn't supposed to be at, taking a little more than she usually does to settle her nerves. it made her lose track of time, lose her sense of self. and while that wasn't really an uncommon thing for her, she woke with most of her clothes scattered - a few pieces torn.

the cherry on top had been today when she received a video from an unknown number showing her in a compromising position with a girl she barely recognized. thankfully, she had her number and sent off a quick text to meet her at a coffee shop not too far from her place - public. safe.

[bruiscs]

denny's waiting at the coffee shop when sonja arrives, acrylic nails tapping away quickly at her phone. she shoots off message after message to various parties as she waits, and enjoys letting the other woman stew a bit in the chair across from her. she has all the power here, in every way, and it's how she has always lived her life. with money and fame, there's little that she can't do and not get away with.

five minutes later, she finally looks up and smiles at sonja, pearly white teeth gleaming impeccably under the fluorescent lighting. her eyes trace up and down the stripper's figure and she leans back in her chair just slightly. "you're lucky i happened to be in the neighborhood," she starts, even if that's a lie. denny cleared her schedule for today, knowing that as soon as the message was sent, her fun would start. "you look frazzled. have you eaten today?" she asks, faux concern laced through her voice.

[bruiscs]

working on fleshing out my muses, and also added a new one. if any of these dorks interest you, like this and i'll come to you. these are just a few ideas off the top of my head for vibes but i'm open to anything as long as it's not against my rules

bree takata - 24 - lesbian - bartender

cliche bartender plots such as "your muse is getting harrassed/got stood up and bree steps in to pretend to be their girlfriend" and "you got wasted at my bar and your friends ditched you so i'm sitting up with you until you sober up enough to get a cab except now we're banging against the bar and i'm making you breakfast in the morning"

crime-adjacent shit bc she almost made it through pharmacy school before getting busted for dealing. knows how to make illegal chemical compounds and drugs. like jesse pinkman but not as much of a dumbass. give her a rival dealer's wife/gf to lust after and also so she can get her ass kicked

will show up at a wedding/family reunion/private event as a plus one for pay if your muse needs to get someone off their back

angela baker - 21 - pansexual - competitive cheerleader

something something locker room sex

angela can be intense/abrasive and takes cheerleading seriously but only because it's meant to be her ticket away from her family and break a generational cycle - think missy + isis from bring it on. give her someone who gets her out of her head and helps her make bad decisions.

cheerleader and the nerdy girl, cliche tutor plot and angela gives her a makeover and takes her to a party to get drunk for the first time and they hook up, idk like full on 90s shit - alternatively, make it like jennifer's body lmao

jude yen - 25 - bisexual - forensic scientist

peg him 🤷‍♀️

your muse starts dating him to get access to the crime lab and the sex is really good but whoops they catch feelings and it gets messy; alternatively the same plot but make it blackmail + corruption

maybe i'll give him a vigilante verse. he's basically barry allen but his mom's still alive and he has no super speed. beat him up

[bruiscs]

she's early leaving her apartment for once, but that doesn't stop liana from impatiently jabbing at the elevator button and waiting for the next car. she might have just enough time to grab a coffee before her first class if the stars align. she presses the button for the lobby and all is going well until the elevator starts to slow again, and stop at another floor. the doors open and liana barely spares a glance at the other blonde who steps in to join her. at least until she notices that the other is staring and she straightens up to look her in the eye with a steely glare, trying to cover up the pit of insecurity that always seems to rear its head in moments like this. "what, do i have something on my face?" / @nghtdsires

[maziekeen]

[heavcnaway]

the joke only made eleanor frown, her fists clenching tightly into the sheets below her. she wanted - needed - to be on top, but she couldn't, not physically. as much as liana tried not to draw attention to the one part of her body she hated, it was still on her mind. with a roll of her eyes, she sat up onto her elbows - unable to hide the slight wince from having to shift her weight. "you're a fucking asshole. you put weight on it, i just need a second." she grumbled slightly, and after a moment shifted further to bring liana back down on top of her. "finish what you started so i can figure out what makes your eyes roll back."

[bruiscs]

her joking words didn't seem to help and liana ignored the slight sting as eleanor snapped at her. even though part of her attraction to the other woman was because of her cutting words, she was only trying to help and liana bit down on the retort on her tongue. there were a lot of things she could criticize eleanor for, but pain wasn't one of them. liana readjusted back on top of the brunette, letting her lips trace a path along her throat. she didn't say anything else, not wanting to annoy eleanor more as her fingers slip past the waistband of her underwear. instead she let her fingers make up for it, listening for any catch in her breathing to tell her what the other woman liked.

[heavcnaway]

without answering immediately, harlow trailed the tips of her fingers over the column of their exposed throat - ignoring the shake in them as the scent clouding over the both of them was starting to affect her just as much. "pheromones, sweetheart. and maybe you haven't had a good knot in a while." she chuckled out the words and in a swift movement, pulled rebecca down to the floor on their hands and knees while she pressed up against their ass. her hips moved against them, sighing at the slight relief it brought her - "do you want this?" they were allowed to say no, even if every ounce of their being wanted to force it on them, shove them down into the floor and tie them both together for hours until rebecca was sobbing and begging her to stop.

[bruiscs]

they fell to the floor with a grunt, and arched their head back as they could feel harlow pressed up against them. they haven't had a good knot in a while and they shuddered as harlow asked them if they wanted this and the answer was unequivocally yes. any thought of leaving was long past, and rebecca twisted to look harlow in the eye and nod with a strained whine. their pupils were blown dark and they fisted their fingers into the rug under them. "i need--" they couldn't force the words out, only another pained whimper as their heat fully erupted in the pit of their stomach.

[voidscnt-deactivated20231130]

ellie always felt like some secret part of her was unlocked the moment the camera turned on her. as if she was standing eight feet tall and drop dead gorgeous, her aura simply shifted to a more confident version of herself. that kind of thing is easy with a photographer like erika. the atmosphere is relaxed and easy to get lost in, she doesn't have to force herself out of her head when she enjoys the time this much. "they're for me, actually." somehow she hopes that doesn't sound weird, or pathetic. "no one to send them to." no, that part actually sounds pathetic. "i just can't remember the last time i did something for just myself." she's doing a quick outfit change, half hidden by the privacy screen in the corner but the warm light behind her casts her silhouette on the screen. "maybe i'll have you make one into a giant portrait for my living room. become one of those girls."

[bruiscs]

erika couldn't help but look surprised when ellie admitted it was for herself. not that it was strange, she had plenty of clients who did such things for one reason or another, but she somehow just assumed that ellie wasn't single. she doesn't really follow celebrity gossip in that way, but just based on their short time together, she can see the charm and charisma of the younger woman, and she doesn't doubt that ellie has her pick of suitors. a warm laugh echoes through the studio at ellie's joke. "hey i say if you got it, flaunt it, and darling, you definitely got it." life was too short to not embrace all the parts of themselves, and it's exactly why erika got into her niche in the first place. "you almost ready back there?"

[heavcnaway]

open to: f / nb plot: open to pretty much anything, even taboo! liv just moved back home after spending years away earning her masters degree and now works at the library full time. made with beta.

it was getting hard to focus - slow day and all - and liv felt her eyelids growing heavier by the second. stretching her arms up with a soft groan, she pushed back from the desk to get up and at least get some sorting done. grabbing the cart, she made her way towards the back of the stacks - nearly jumping out of her skin at seeing another person standing there. "fuck! oh - god, i'm.. excuse my language, i didn't see you there. i thought.. well, i was sure there was no one here. can i help you at all?"

[bruiscs]

they were pretty sure that they hadn't spent this much time in the library since high school but their apartment was the last place they wanted to be for studying. staring down at the thick workbook and the notebook in front of them, the words began to blur together and no amount of blinking helped. instead, they stand from the cubicle in the back of the stacks and turn just in time to jump a foot in the air at seeing the other woman. "shit! sorry, it's okay," they said with a sheepish chuckle, hand pressing against their chest. "i know it's getting late. am i getting kicked out?"

[voidscnt-deactivated20231130]

she's pulling her hair out of her face with a rubber band, something she'll come to regret when she finally goes home for the night and tries to get it out without ripping her hair off at the root. "if i take a break then there isn't anyone to be here." talia left the doors to the clinic open late for a reason, knowing that a lot of the people in this community needed the late hours for their care- be it work or some other reason. "no offense, zar, but no one dies if you take the night off work." it was a bit harsh, and probably untrue, but talia was stressed. the offer though remains tempting and having the beautiful woman following her around only makes it that much harder to say no. "—fine! fine. but you owe me. i want you here saturday morning with pretty face and scary lawyer eyes in my office doing pro bono work."

[bruiscs]

zara can concede talia's point but it's not as though her job is all roses either. while people may not die if she takes a day off, that doesn't mean their civil liberties aren't threatened and harm isn't caused. but she also had to learn early on in her career that she's not an island, and she can't do all of this alone. that's why there was a whole office of public defenders. just like there were other clinics that people could go to if they really needed to and talia took a night off. but none of that came out because she agreed in the end and zara agreed to her proposition easily. "sure, i can bring bagels and coffee. i can't give out legal advice on criminal law, but i used to volunteer at a tax clinic in law school. if you want, i can help people in the community figure out how to file their taxes and maybe get some exemptions."

[bruiscs]

asher watched as his 'date' stepped out of the motorcade, dress askew from the way he'd been groping her just moments before they pulled up to her apartment and he gave a little wave goodbye before she stepped inside. rolling the window back up, asher brought down the partition between him and the secret service agents in the front seat and he leaned up against it with a sultry grin. "ah well, the night's still young, wouldn't you say? i don't suppose i could convince you to drop me off at a club while you tell my father i'm safely tucked away in bed like a good little boy? you get the night off, i get to have some fun, my father doesn't worry. win win win." / @voidscnt

[bruiscs]

she counted down the seconds until her boss would appear in the doorway. ryan had come to anticipate her employer's every move, and she credited it for the reason she had managed to stay employed as harlow's assistant for as long as she had. she was the woman behind the scenes, making sure everything ran as smoothly as possible, but one thing she still hadn't learned how to do while being the world's best executive assistant, was how to change the past. honestly, she was surprised it hadn't happened before now, considering the types of circles that her employer ran in, but her heart beat like a jackrabbit in her chest at the thought of losing some of the only stability she'd had in her life. but the truth about ryan's previous employment as an escort wasn't going to stay silent for long, considering one of her old regulars was sitting outside for his lunch appointment with the actress.

biting down on her lip, ryan straightened up as the blonde entered and she immediately detailed out her schedule for the day, a call that she needed to return to someone important, and then a brief pause. "hey.... i um, i need to tell you something." / @heavcnaway

[littlemusings]

[bruiscs]

starter call. i'm reasonably caught up on drafts so like this and i'll come to you. feel free to pick a muse or i'll just throw you whoever is loudest.