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@cherrythorn
jessi. she/her. 29. this blog is a smut-driven, independent roleplay blog. i’m semi-selective, but i welcome anyone who wants to roleplay! you must be 21 and over. if you’re under 21, please do not interact!
muses. (in progress) wanted plots. memes. (they’re always welcomed!!)
Olivia’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm that echoed the sudden, sharp spike of adrenaline in her veins. Her breath hitched, suspending in her throat as she caught sight of Aleyna lingering in the doorway. She froze, her fingers still caught in the hem of her shorts, her face flushing a deep, frantic crimson. The shock of being caught in such a vulnerable state was paralyzing, yet the sound of Aleyna’s voice, cool and commanding, sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core.
She hadn't realized how much she had been craving this specific dynamic until Aleyna’s dark gaze pinned her to the bed. Her thoughts had been entirely consumed by the image of the neurosurgeon all day, nursing a secret, mounting tension that had finally reached its breaking point. Hearing Aleyna’s taunt, the shame evaporated, replaced by a reckless, pulsing need. Olivia’s chest rose and fell rapidly, the silk of her camisole straining against her curves as she let out a shaky, jagged breath.
Meeting Aleyna’s eyes, she didn't look away. Instead, she slowly slid her hand back into the fabric, her fingers finding their rhythm again with newfound intensity. The room grew heavy with the weight of their staring match. If Aleyna wanted a show, Olivia wouldn't deny her. She let another moan escape, louder and more deliberate this time, her body arching instinctively as she leaned into the sensation, emboldened by the silent, intense scrutiny of her roommate.
Having the sight of her roomate in a vulnerable position wasn't something Aleyna expected when she went home and finished her shift, but she wasn't complaining, a smirk escaped from her lips as the doctor layed against the doorway, not daring to come inside the room, but the only thing she did, was opening the door completly, so she could enjoy properly the vision she was having, as she simply stood there, enjoying the vision of Olivia with a hand on her shorts, still a little bit shocked with her presence, but soon that seemed to change with her instructions.
Aleyna's eyes was focused on the blue eyes of the woman on the bed, not daring to move an inch, as she enjoyed that sight. Aleyna wished she could know what was on Olivia's mind as she had her fingers inside her, secretly hoping that the red woman was thinking of her. She knew that the tension that involved both women would explode at some point, specialy since Aleyna teased and taunted the redhead enough, and that was the moment everything would blow, as the neurosurgeon taunted the woman on the bed on keep going with what she was planning before her arrival.
As she noticed that Olivia, too didn't dared avoid her gaze, the doctor smiled, as the woman began moving her hand, then the moans began and the room grew heavy, as Aleyna began entering the room, walking to stand beside Olivia, eyes never leaving the woman or the hand that the redhead was moving. She sat on the chair inside the room, eyes hypnotized at the sight of Olivia, a smirk appearing on her lips. "Tell me, Olivia, what' going on in this head of yours? Are you thinking of me? My fingers inside of you?" Aleyna taunted again, in a sultry tone. "Do you want my fingers inside of you?" She asked.
Olivia’s breath hitched, the sound sharp and ragged against the heavy, static air of the room. Her fingers faltered for a fraction of a second, her nails grazing against sensitive skin as Aleyna’s voice washed over her. She didn’t, couldn't, look away, even as her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm that felt entirely at odds with the languid, heavy ache pooling in her lower abdomen.
She felt exposed, utterly undone by the way Aleyna’s gaze tracked every subtle arch of her back and every tremor in her knees. The suggestion, spoken with such calm, possessive authority, sent a jolt of electricity straight to the center of her being. Olivia’s hand moved with renewed, frantic intent, her breathing growing shallow as she leaned back against the headboard, her head lolling slightly to the side. The weight of her own body felt suddenly heavy, the thin fabric of her shirt failing to hide the way her chest rose and fell with each desperate, shuddering intake of air, her phone forgotten.
She didn't answer with words. Her voice was gone, replaced by a soft, broken whimper that she made no effort to stifle. Instead, she locked her blue eyes onto Aleyna’s, her expression a fragile mixture of defiance and surrender. With a trembling hand, she pulled her fingers back just an inch, slick and glistening, before pressing them back in, deeper this time, her own hips beginning to move with a rhythm that demanded a response.
She wanted the tension to snap. She wanted to see if the cool, composed doctor could actually follow through on the promises dripping from her lips. Olivia’s gaze darkened, her teeth grazing her lower lip until it stung, a silent invitation that mirrored the way she opened herself further, arching her body toward the chair where Aleyna sat. She was past the point of shame, past the need for filters; she simply watched Aleyna, her silent plea hanging in the air, electric and undeniable. "Why don't you come and find out," Olivia murmured softly, a soft groan escaping her lips.
As Clara watched her best friend, noticing how her breath hitched, she smiled, the music still flowing through her ears, appreciating the sound, that created a nice distraction for the other people there. As she touched one of Olivia's breasts, the woman was noticing every reaction of her friend, how she shivered, still kissing the pale skin of her neck, enjoying the warmth that exhaled from the woman in front of her. Clara tried to keep the squeeze on her breast at the rhythm of the music playing around them and she was midly successfull, hearing the soft moan that escaped from Olivia and how her head fell over her shoulder, the brunette smirked, clipping her nipple between her fingers.
It was bold for Clara to touch Olivia in that way, in special in public, but she was feeling inspired watching the redhead woman on that crowd and the boredom mixed with the need of touching the other woman gave the boost she needed for acting. As she locked her eyes on the gaze of the woman she was holding, Clara smiled. The sparks and the magnetic pull connecting both women that night was burning even brighter and she couldn't help her need to enjoy that moment. Clara was enjoying the pressure of Olivia's body on her and how the woman lingered towards her, a soft moan escaping as Olivia tangled her fingers onto her hair, making sure they were closer. "Then let's go, we can go to the nearest hotel, or the bathroom where I can fuck you properly. Are you that needy, sweetheart?" She whispered on her Olivia's ear, bitting her earlobe.
Olivia’s breath hitched, turning into a fragmented gasp that caught somewhere in her throat. The sensation of Clara’s fingers clipping her nipple sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core, making the surrounding music blur into a distant, pulsating thrum. She felt heavy, her body seemingly liquid under Clara’s touch, and the weight of her own chest felt even more pronounced as it pressed against her friend’s palm, aching for more than just the teasing pressure.
She didn't care about the anonymity of the crowd anymore. The world had shrunk down to the heat of Clara’s breath against her ear and the sharp, intoxicating spark of the nip to her lobe. A flush crept up from her collarbone, painting her skin a deep, betrayed rose. She felt reckless, the kind of untethered madness that only Clara ever seemed to pull out of her.
Olivia’s hands tightened in Clara’s hair, her knuckles white, pulling the brunette closer until there wasn't a fraction of an inch left between them. She arched her back, a silent, desperate invitation that pushed her body firmly into Clara’s space.
"Don't you dare ask me that and expect a polite answer," Olivia murmured, her voice a ragged, breathless vibration against Clara’s skin. She tilted her head back, half-lidded eyes tracing the smirk on her friend’s face with a mix of hunger and absolute surrender. Every nerve ending was screaming for the friction they were currently denied by the thin barrier of their clothes.
She leaned in, her lips grazing the sensitive cord of Clara's neck before she moved to whisper back, her tone thick with the very need she was trying to mask. "Forget the hotel. If you take me into that bathroom right now, I don't think I’ll be able to stay quiet. Are you prepared to handle that?"
based on this nsfw gif
open to: m/f/nb (21+)
muse: olivia. 40s.
connection: her roommate, boyfriend/girlfriend, ex boyfriend/girlfriend, one night stand, etc.
Olivia shifted onto her side, the sun rolling in through the window. She had awoken to them tracing their fingers against her waist all the way to the curve of her breast. They kissed her shoulder, a question, and she shifted her hips a bit waking up with a sleepy smile. Olivia felt the erection against the small of her back and shifted her hips so they could push it inside of her. She felt a hand cup her breast. She let out a soft moan as they started thrusting from behind.
open to: m/f/nb (21+)
muse: olivia.
connection: her roommate, boyfriend/girlfriend, ex boyfriend/girlfriend, one night stand, etc.
The bedroom was eerily quiet, the morning light filtering in from the window. She lay on her back. She had woken up and been unable to fall back asleep, not with the quiet throb in between her legs. She moved slowly, quietly, her hand moving with practiced care to the sensitive nub between her legs.
As the rhythm began to build, her body responded, breath caught, thighs tensing around nothing. Her eyes fell closed, suppressing a moan, caught on the crest of unrestrained pleasure. Her orgasm hit her in a single wave, her fingers stopping as she was left trembling, and squirting against the sheets underneath her. She softly moaned her way through her climax, and the person next to her stirred but stayed asleep.
open to: m/f/nb (21+) (trans muses are welcome!!)
muse: olivia. 40s.
connection: her roommate, boyfriend/girlfriend, ex boyfriend/girlfriend, one night stand, etc.
Olivia was moving in a slow rhythm now, cock deep inside her and stretching her just right each time her hips sunk down. As her hips rolled faster against the erection deep inside of her, her thighs began to shake as her orgasm coiled tightly in her belly. Each time her hips thrust, the friction made her gasp louder, her nipples becoming erect while heat rolled through her entire body.
When the orgasm crashed inside of her, it was all-consuming. Just as she felt herself squirt around the erection inside of her, their mouth closed around her breast. Her back arched, pressing her breast into their mouth as she moaned herself through her orgasm. The two sensations striking her body simultaneously had her unraveling completely; her body trembling in their hold.
based on this nsfw gif
open to: m/f/nb (21+)
muse: olivia. mid 30s
connections: boyfriend/girlfriend, ex-boyfriend/girlfriend, roommate, landlord, roommate’s boyfriend/girlfriend, etc.
Olivia drew in a quick breath as she felt the larger dildo stretch her like she had yet to be stretched. The unfamiliar fullness sent intense electricity coursing through her body, each current pushing her closer and closer to the brink. She grasped the sides of the bed, legs quivering as the sensation built up within her until she had to force herself to slow her breathing and ride each wave. Her body tightened, then trembled involuntarily, and with the unwieldy size of the dildo amplifying every single movement, the pressure became almost too much.
Her hips began to grind instinctively as she found a rhythm that blew tension inside of her. An instant rush of pleasure flowed through her depths she had never felt before. Her muscles tensed as her body convulsed in response. Olivia reached the point of no return as her head dropped back against the pillow and all that was left was her moaning and guttural sounds too loud and breathy to be silenced, the sensation completely overwhelming her entire body and leaving her panting, reddened skin, and her juices flowing freely against the toy inside of her.
Clara knew that clubs were always noisy and sometimes she tried to enjoy her night with some wine and food, but other times, she did enjoyed a club. So accompanying Olivia to a club was the plan of the night and as she studied her best friend there on the middle of the crowd dancing, made the brunette woman really happy. Sitting on a bar stall, she could face her friend properly and pay attention on the crowd, making sure no one would bother her. But she got bored of that, a few minutes later. Sure that nothing would happen, Clara decided to face the crowd herself, so she could spend some time with her friend properly. As she reached the ginger, Clara decided to be bold, as she moved her hands towards the thin top Olivia was wearing, in a smooth quick move, removing from her, a smirk on her lips, noticing how she was without a bra. Clara then began giving kisses on her neck, hands lifting towards her breasts, giving it a light squeeze. "I always told you those breasts of you are perfect, Liv." She murmured. "Do you wanna get out of here?" Clara asked.
Olivia’s breath hitched, a sharp, ragged sound that was quickly swallowed by the thumping rhythm of the bass. As Clara’s hands made contact, the sudden exposure of her skin to the cool and a hand against her large breast sent a shiver racing down her spine. The light, rhythmic squeeze of her breasts against Clara’s palms made her knees go weak. She let out a soft, involuntary moan, her head falling back against Clara's shoulder as the sensation radiated through her entire body, momentarily blinding her to the flashing strobe lights and the pressing throng of dancers.
For several heartbeats, Olivia couldn't find her voice. She felt utterly exposed yet completely electrified, the daring nature of Clara’s touch cutting through the hazy intoxication of the night. She turned her head slightly, her gaze locking with Clara’s as she felt the warmth of her best friend's breath lingering against her skin. Her pulse hammered against her ribs, matching the relentless beat of the music, but all she could focus on was the intense, magnetic pull between them. She didn't need to speak to convey the surge of desire racing through her veins; the way she pressed back into Clara’s touch said enough. Finally catching her breath, she reached out to tangle her fingers into Clara’s hair, pulling her closer. "Yes," she whispered, her voice husky and far steadier than she felt. "Let’s get out of here. Now."
Since she decided to share a house with Olivia, Aleyna could for sure say that things went smoothly with the other woman, since she had barely any time at home given the fact she was a neurosurgeon. So when Aleyna finally got out of her shift, she went straight home, no hesitation. When she unlocked the door, the first thing she heard was a moan. Curious, the doctor followed the sounds, soon finding herself on the door knob of Olivia's room, opening the door a little bit. The woman was with her phone on one hand and a hand inside her shorts. A soft moan escaped from Aleyna at the sight. "Fuck, Olivia, that’s not what I expect to see when I came home. Thanks for the view." Aleyna smirked. "Go on, keep going." She taunted. "I wanna see how you look when you cum."
Olivia’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm that echoed the sudden, sharp spike of adrenaline in her veins. Her breath hitched, suspending in her throat as she caught sight of Aleyna lingering in the doorway. She froze, her fingers still caught in the hem of her shorts, her face flushing a deep, frantic crimson. The shock of being caught in such a vulnerable state was paralyzing, yet the sound of Aleyna’s voice, cool and commanding, sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core.
She hadn't realized how much she had been craving this specific dynamic until Aleyna’s dark gaze pinned her to the bed. Her thoughts had been entirely consumed by the image of the neurosurgeon all day, nursing a secret, mounting tension that had finally reached its breaking point. Hearing Aleyna’s taunt, the shame evaporated, replaced by a reckless, pulsing need. Olivia’s chest rose and fell rapidly, the silk of her camisole straining against her curves as she let out a shaky, jagged breath.
Meeting Aleyna’s eyes, she didn't look away. Instead, she slowly slid her hand back into the fabric, her fingers finding their rhythm again with newfound intensity. The room grew heavy with the weight of their staring match. If Aleyna wanted a show, Olivia wouldn't deny her. She let another moan escape, louder and more deliberate this time, her body arching instinctively as she leaned into the sensation, emboldened by the silent, intense scrutiny of her roommate.
based on this nsfw gif
open to: m/f/nb (21+)
muse: olivia. 40s.
plot: maxine has sex with her roommate, boyfriend/girlfriend, ex boyfriend/girlfriend, one night stand, etc. on a deserted road.
Olivia could see her breath in front of her from where she was bent over the front of the car, her hands resting on the edge of the hood. The road was empty, with no car in sight. Behind her, she could feel them press their erection inside of her, her hips bucking at the pleasure.
based on this nsfw gif
open to: m/f/nb (anyone with a cock tbh, 21+)
pick your muse: olivia.
connection: her roommate, boyfriend/girlfriend, ex boyfriend/girlfriend, one night stand, etc.
Olivia rode them, quick and voraciously, their cock deep inside her, leaning forward, her hands against their chest for support, as her stomach hung between them, heavy with pregnancy. Olivia gasped and arched her back, hair tumbling around her face, as their hand found a breast and pinched her nipple. A delicious shiver passed through her causing her to moan, the heat of their hand enhanced by the fullness of her body.
Without needing to speak, Olivia took their other hand and guided it to cup her other breast to coincide with the pinching of the other breast. Her hips rocked down harder against them, pushing them that much deeper, and her back arched, her chest pushing into their fingers. All of the sensation, of their hands and the erection deep inside of her, had her voice breaking into breathy moans, her breasts swaying with each movement, as she rode the friction and power of being so completely full.
based on this nsfw gif
open to: m/f/nb (21+)
muse: olivia.
connection: her roommate, boyfriend/girlfriend, ex boyfriend/girlfriend, one night stand, etc.
They pull her breast into their mouth and suckle. At first they were gentle before releasing their latch and sucking her breast fully, filled with warmth and yielding a wave of pleasure and thrill in Olivia’s body. When their lips released her flesh, a smacking sound broke the quiet room. She softly moaned, the flesh in between her thighs dripping from her arousal.
based on this nsfw gif
open to: m/f/nb (21+)
muse: olivia. 40s.
connection: her roommate, boyfriend/girlfriend, ex boyfriend/girlfriend, one night stand, etc.
Olivia sat back against her legs, her hips spread so they had full access to her wet folds. Her breath caught in her chest as their fingers traced slow, deliberate circles around her clit. The softness of their touch contrasted with the growing heat building within her, every movement carefully attuned to her responses. She softly moaned as her legs spread further in pleasure.
based on this nsfw gif
open to: m/f/nb (21+)
pick your muse: olivia. 40s.
connection: her roommate, boyfriend/girlfriend, ex boyfriend/girlfriend, one night stand, etc.
Olivia’s eyes fluttered open, the pleasure between her legs pulling her out of sleep. Her legs were already pushed apart, and the warmth of their tongue against her core made her softly moan. Her back arched, her nipples erect from the cool air. Her chest rose and fell in shaky breaths. The sheets twisted below her hands as she realized what they were doing, pleasure rolling through her body before there were even words in her consciousness.
They held her still, tongue stroking in relentless winding rhythms that were pulling her waking completely - her hips began shifting to follow the motions. Their hands pressed into her thighs, firm and reverent, as they were spreading her more widely to take more and more of her in. The steady hum of their breath against her only heightened the intensity as a jolt snaked through her limbs before she could stop it. She couldn’t hold back the small whimpers tumbling from her lips, every sound confirming how undone they had her feeling before the morning had even begun.
based on this nsfw gif
open to: m/f/nb (21+)
muse: olivia. 40s.
connection: her roommate, boyfriend/girlfriend, ex boyfriend/girlfriend, one night stand, etc.
Olivia had assumed when she first got home that she was alone. She was tired and anxious and needed a way to decompress. It didn’t take long before she was lying on her bed, her fingers moving with purpose, tracing long, drawn-out arcs over the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs, every swipe matching the rhythm of her breath. In her other hand, she pushed the toy in between her thighs, allowing it to slid in and out, the motion natural, as she used her hips to chase every bit of pleasure.
She gasped as she felt the coil of pleasure spin tighter and tighter, that tight crescendo rising up from the pit of her core, alive and palpable. Just as the pleasure peaked she felt the weight of that release begin to roll through her and she gasped, her body vibrating in the stark trembling of orgasm. She caught her breath, just as it was about to crash down, she stopped her hands where they were, recalling it all back, her body hanging in that painful place between pleasure and restraint.
based on this nsfw gif
open to: m/f/nb (21+)
muse: olivia. mid 30s
connections: boyfriend/girlfriend, ex-boyfriend/girlfriend, roommate, landlord, roommate’s boyfriend/girlfriend, etc.
As Olivia sat in her car, the dildo deep within her and the vibrator buzzing against her sensitive clit, she teetered precariously close to the edge. Her mind raced as she suddenly registered the approaching vehicle pulling into the adjacent spot. Panicked, she forced her body to obey her commands, bringing herself back from the precipice of climax.
Breathless and flustered, Olivia waited, trying to calm her pounding heart. The occupants of the other car seemed oblivious, absorbed in their own conversations. With stealth, Olivia slipped her hand between her thighs again, seeking out the pulsing toy nestled inside her. As she began to gently stroke the dildo, the vibrator still humming against her clitoris, she felt the familiar tingling in her lower belly intensify, spiraling outward through her entire body. Her breath came in shallow gasps and moans as she rode the crest of pleasure, desperate to prolong the inevitable.
With a final, urgent thrust, Olivia surrendered to the wave of ecstasy crashing over her. She bit her lip hard enough to taste blood, her entire frame shaking violently as she rode out the intensity of her climax.
open to: tops, m/f/nbmuse: daniel carraco portrayed by: anthony turpelconnection: roommate/friend/best friend/sibling's bf or gf/random person breaking into their house, anyone really that makes sense! plot: daniel has left the front door unlocked and is currently pleasuring himself to kinky p/orn on his laptop in the living room. y/m is here unexpectedly. read my rules before interacting!
tonight is finally the night he gets to sit down and enjoy himself. look at what he wants to look at without consequence. roommate away, the whole apartment to himself? what could go wrong? he plays gingerly with his cock, flickering through several bondage and humiliation videos on his computer. and perhaps the sound on it is a tad too loud. perhaps the blinds are up just a little too much. and perhaps he's making a bit too much noise. but for now, his mind is hazy and he is too horny to care, as he thoroughly jacks off to what is on his screen.
Olivia stood frozen in the hallway, her key halfway into the lock, paralyzed by the unmistakable sound of porn. Her heart hammered against her ribs, her breath catching in her throat as she realized the apartment wasn't as empty as she’d assumed.
She walked further into the apartment, peering around the corner. The glow of the laptop cast a harsh, blue light across the room, illuminating her roommate in a state of complete, uninhibited distraction. He was so deeply lost in the visuals on his screen and the intensity of his own touch that he hadn't even heard the front door creak.
Olivia felt a sudden, heavy warmth bloom deep in her stomach. She leaned her back against the wall, her own chest rising and falling rapidly as her blouse felt suddenly too tight, the fabric straining against the fullness of her curves. It was intoxicating, watching him so vulnerable and exposed, utterly blind to the fact that he was putting on a private show for an audience of one. Her hands trembled, her fingers hovering near her own neckline as she found herself unable to turn away. The risk of him looking up was terrifying, but the voyeuristic thrill of witnessing his private unraveling was far too potent to ignore. She took a silent, shaky breath, deciding to remain in the shadows, a hidden spectator to his evening of consequence-free release.
