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smut roleplay blog. 21+. nsfw & tw for mature content and dark/taboo themes. check rules before interacting. written by grey.

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lemonadecabaret​:

“Then maybe you should stop staring at me the way that you do, Father.” She gave him a pointed look, the corners of her mouth curled into an impish grin. It really was hard to say anymore who was corrupting who. Star had never been a particularly devoted creature - not to any person and certainly not to any religion - but now she eagerly hung onto this man’s every word and look as if he were a god of some ancient, debauched way of life. There was very little he could ask of her that she wouldn’t do, especially when it always seemed to benefit them both. She gasped at the feel of his mouth against her slick and swollen lips, fingers affectionately but insistently threading through his dark hair to urge him on. “Yes, Father.” She whimpered her praise, instinctively pushing herself into his wonderful mouth and divine tongue. “Please. Just like that. Pray for my wicked soul.”

“i’m sorry i just can’t seem to keep my eyes off of you whenever you’re in the room” he said, almost sounding a bit romantic with his words. in reality it was nothing but impure thoughts that flooded his mind whenever he saw Star. he thought about things like being on his knees, kissing her sweet pussy as his tongue invaded her, driving her to an unholy release --- just as he was now. the only thing he wanted more than to have her cum on the alter like some kind of sacrificial lamb was to be delivering her himself. however, he would obediently wait his turn to indulge in his own pleasure. his fingers gripped at her skirt as he continued to pleasure her with increased effort. “you taste heavenly.”

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filthdesire​:

camila hated when her father was this upset because there was no talking to him in this state. all he could do was ignore what ever she has to say even if she was right. she knew she shouldn’t have lied to him but she thought that why bring up something if nothing has been confirmed yet. she was avoiding this kind of conversation in the first place. “daddy please…” she whimpered as he stepped closer making camila pushed back even though there’s nowhere she can go, so she ended up just on her tippy toes, pressed even more against the frosted window. “what?” she breathed out, narrowing her eyes at him. “daddy, not this again!” ever since her mother left, this has been one of her father’s fear, especially as she grew older. every time something bad happened that he didn’t like, he questions her about some non-existent boy. “i’m not leaving you! i just want to get in to a good school. don’t you want that for me, daddy?”

he was being irrational, that much was obvious to anyone who might’ve seen his reaction. but charlie didn’t have much room for logic in his reaction. maybe if he had known before had he wouldn’t have been so blindsided and thus less upset. but the truth was plenty unhealthy about their relationship even when he wasn’t angry. he stepped closer to her, trapping her between the window and himself, ignoring her whimper. “what do you mean not this again, it’s a valid question. why else would you be hiding this from me?” he demanded, defending his line of questioning. at her question he softened just slightly “of course i want that for you, sweetheart” he commented, hand rising to rub her arm comfortingly. “but there are plenty of good schools nearby. which makes me think you just want to get away.” at his last words his grip tightened on her arm just a bit.

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lemonadecabaret​:

“Good,” she whispered back, not even trying to hide the wry grin on her lips. “I’m not the kind of woman who likes to be refused.” But that was something that Lincoln knew all too well at this point, surely. Something that his brother had an exceptionally difficult time understanding, let alone the ability to cater to. “Promises, promises, Linc.”  She laughed breathlessly even as his words warmed the shell of her ear, sending a flood of hot anticipation through the rest of her lithe little body as she melted into his searing mouth and searching lips with an eagerness that was reserved solely for their stolen moments together. Lo didn’t mind giving up control to someone who knew how to properly take the reins and he was slowly but surely becoming an expert when it came to handling her. “I want you to mark me.” Reckless? Yes, but that was absolutely part of the appeal. It was a fun game to her, seeing what they could get away with. A fire that was fueled by how very little her boyfriend ever seemed to notice.

“I love when you talk like that” he admitted, arousal only growing with every word she spoke. Some might consider that kind of mentality bratty or spoiled, but Lincoln found it all the more attractive. She was a woman who knew what she wanted -- and often got it. At least where he was concerned. Even if he wanted to get up and walk out the door he doubted he’d be able to manage it. At her command he paused for just a second, meeting her gaze as if to question whether she was sure or not. Usually his marks were left in discreet places that were easy to cover up and hide, especially from his brother who barely paid any attention in the first place. When he didn’t sense any hesitation his lips quickly finding her neck, sucking and biting in an attempt to leave a mark that would show everyone just who had been there. Or at least they would if she could ever show anyone. 

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lemonadecabaret​:

She watched him carefully, uncertain if she was imagining the rising temperature in the room or not. Had she heard him right? If she pinched herself would she feel it or was she having a less than chaste dream? Cherry was perfectly aware that they were venturing into dangerous territory when his hand fell on her arm and she didn’t make any attempt to move away. The curiosity was there, it always had been. Not just for the topic of conversation, but for the man that she was having this particular conversation with. Arthur. She’d grown close to him ever since he’d married her mother, but it wasn’t as if she actually saw him in the same light a child would see their father in. “You….um,” she pressed her lips together nervously, dragging her gaze away from his hand to stare at him with her wide eyes. Cherry trusted him, he wasn’t wrong about that. She just didn’t trust herself to make the right decision here. “Do you want to show me?”

Arthur had always been a confident man, from his younger days up until now. One could likely make an argument that it was what charmed Cherry’s mom into marrying him. But one could easily say this was one situation where he shouldn’t be so confident.  Especially given who Cherry was. And yet when he looked at her his thoughts were less about what he shouldn’t do and what he wanted to do. And if he had to justify it he’d emphasize the fact that she needed to experience this -- if her boyfriend wasn’t up to the task then why not him? He could see her hesitation, but Arthur didn’t share the same nerves; although perhaps he should. The smart move would to be to go to bed and sleep on it, wake up tomorrow with clearer heads. Instead he nodded, “I do. I think you deserve to experience it the right way. You deserve to experience a real orgasm that leaves you trembling.”

[frodo-sam]

Anya Taylor-Joy as Emma Woodhouse in EMMA. (2020) deleted scene. 

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cauticn​:

was fairly different light watching as prey went searching for dominant predator , lonely night causing private areas yearning to be touched & stimulated . enough so that she’s acted upon other way that all men would do toward her , seasoned homme catching minx’s chocolate doe eyes moment she’s walked in - not hesitation in waltzing her way over gradually offering humble company . & salacious offer escaping past plump lips as liquor poured down esophagus , burning sweetly aiding encouraging boldness as night prevailed . as if a little girl hanging on edge of bar stool awaiting his response to obvious hinting of where she desired rest of their encounter would lead , body language just as telling as the words exchanged . curvature of smirk forms on each end , legal enough to drink felt more compelled to seduce & be seduced by man his age through means of consent . ‘ glad to hear  …  is that a challenge ? ’ brow arches , drunken giggle slips out while shifting curve form closer to him as they begin to talk more of intimate act of sex . honey - vanilla perfume scent lingers in small gaps between , next words hot against shell of his ear . ‘ can you show me , pleaseee ? i want to be fucked by a real man . ’

“only if you think you’ll have trouble managing it” he teases, grin spreading, encouraged by the drink in his hand. he hadn’t gone out tonight in search of a warm body. in fact, he was looking to unwind and if anything drown his sorrows. little did he expect to run into this brunette haired minx that tempted him from the moment she walked into the bar. simply nursing his own drink and paying her mind was never going to be an option once she had approached him. maybe that was why he was so eager and willing to take the next step as her breath was hot against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. somehow the idea of driving them back to his place before he was finally able to get his hands on her seemed unbearable. not when every bone in his body was growing more impatient by the second. nothing ventured nothing gained, right? “tell me,” he started, voice low, keeping their close proximity. “have you ever been fucked senseless in a bathroom before?”

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i had a tooth pulled so i've been in Pain and unproductive all week but im hoping to get this going again at some point this weekend

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i completely forgot rpthreadtracker was a thing but will be using that to keep up with replies owed going forward esp since theres a browser extension

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finally trying to update my m.uses page

[givemelovelikeneverbeforx]

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lemonadecabaret​:

“Haven’t I made that clear by now, Father?” The innocence that weaved its way into her breathless words was all mockery but the truth lingering behind it remained just the same. There was, after all, a reason why she kept coming back here to altars and wine rather than going to parties with beer pong and keg stands. “No one else gets to have me as you do. No one inspires me as you do.” So long as Javier fed the fire that was her hunger - perhaps even her soul - then Star had no need to look or venture elsewhere. She didn’t want to look elsewhere. A lilting whimper escaped her wine-stained lips, fingers curling around the ledge of the table as one of his slipped inside of her wet cunt. “You have such power over me.” She gasped, arching into his thumb instinctively. “I ache for you all the time, Father. Just a look from you during one your sermons gets so wet.”

Her words reached his ears and as much as Javier should be torn by such a confession, he found himself reveling in it. To be responsible for such a corruption was surely damning in and of itself and yet the priest couldn’t find it in him to stop what was going on between the two of them. Certainly not as he replaced his fingers with his mouth, easily trailing into familiar territory. At this point star was the only one who could end their dalliance, and judging from the words spoke it sounded as if she had no intention of doing that anytime soon. “You should be focusing on the word of god, Star. Not my stares” he chastised with a slight grin; lips already glistening as his fingers continued to tease her clit. it was only a momentary break though as soon he was between her pale thighs again, seeking to give her the divine grace she sought from him.

[casualmusings]

Emily Ratajkowski and Theo James in Lying and Stealing (2019) dir. Matt Aselton

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cauticn​:

was far more different approach that was decided to be taken  ━━  explicit , to ensure raise of declining grade & avoiding academic work all together . began sucked into party life of the various fraternities that scattered around large campus , semester continued to persevere with lack of attendance & studies on her part leaving almost no possible guarantee of a passing grade in this class unless taking measures into own hands . was risk outcome unable to stop now or show nervousness in playing seductive part in attempts to get him to fall into temptation & give into one request in exchange for non - other than sex . ‘ yes professor ? ’ voice light & innocent giving sweet ring . long legs straddle against his one thigh , replacing hand that lingered in which now wrapped around nape of his neck , locking optics for few seconds before nibbling gently against hanging ear lope . ‘ oh really , what kind of work is that ? ’ query drips between gentle kisses trailing down cut jawline , sucking tendering on soft spots of his neck , digits massaging through dark locks helping distract respected older male under her . ‘ does it include me getting down on my knees ? . . or better yet , you fucking my tight pussy ? ’ cue lace panties rubbing against him him , slowly finding herself worked up at mere though of being used in this very classroom .

to say a cat had his tongue would be an understatement. it was more akin to a complete overwhelming of his senses. one minute he had been expecting a sincere conversation about the state of her lackluster grades. the next she was nibbling on his ear-lobe, whispering sweet nothings as she straddled him -- guaranteeing that a trip to the dry clears would be needed for these particular pants by the end of their session. her words create a visual that already has his cock coming to life under her ministrations, even before he’s decided how seriously to entertain this offer. feeling emboldened his hands find their way to her waist, flexing tentatively. “well” he starts, amazed by the fact that he hasn’t simply began fucking her on the desk then and there. but he learned to never miss a prime opportunity. “you know your grades are very, very poor.” head tilts slightly, allowing her to go where she pleases with her kisses. “i don’t think one assignment is going to cut it if you really want to bring it up.” his grip tightened on her waist, pulling her tighter against him. if he was going to risk it all he might as well try to make it worth it.

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lemonadecabaret​:

“Someone ought to make good use of it,” she laughed back, allowing her mouth to trail a path along his chiseled jawline. Lo enjoyed the way that Lincoln taunted and played with her, like fighting fire with fire. She appreciated a good game; she appreciated a talented player. He was everything his brother was too timid, too cowardly, to be. The blonde grinned, meeting his gaze with her own as she took in his raised brow and the questions off his lips. Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers playfully tangling in his dark hair as she nodded her head slowly. “Any place,” she agreed, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Any room.” Admittedly, she was curious to see where his creativity took him. “You can do whatever you want with me and I won’t put up a fight unless you want me to.”

Lincoln could only grin at her words. He had long since stopped feeling guilty for what they were doing and the fact that it was his brother who was indirectly affected by it. If the man was stupid enough not to pay enough attention to a woman like Lo then how was he to feel bad when someone like himself did? When she reaffirmed her offer, Lincoln felt his cock throbbing in anticipation; his mind already wandering to where this could lead. “You make the kind of offer I can’t refuse” he replied. He leaned closer, lips brushing against her ear. “There won’t be an inch of you that hasn’t been touched by me when it’s over” he promised before kissing along her jawline, slowly making his way to where she wanted him to be.

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honeylcver​:

the soft sweep of his foot against her bare calf causes clara’s gaze to dance towards him, looking over the all too familiar smirk on his lips before shifting up to meet his eyes. she doesn’t pull her leg away, leaving them just touching underneath the table, just out of sight of anyone’s gaze. “it’s a shame you need more than sex to sustain a relationship then.”  she doesn’t dance around the word like frank does, keeping her eyes locked on his.

when she doesn’t pull away from his touch the all-too-familiar smirk only grows on his features, his touch sliding slightly higher. they both know how this is going to end, but that doesn’t make the lead up any less fun. and when they’re done they’ll go their separate ways like it never happened. at least until he texts her in the morning to remind her like the pain in the ass he is. “it is a shame. then again that depends on what kind of relationship you want. i think it works pretty well for us now.”

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gardenssofbabylon​:

❝ open to: m / f / nb ❝ plot: based off this sugar baby plot! ❝ muse: luna gardner. ❝ etc: exchange luna for any of my other muses by tagging them in the reply, dm me if you’d like to plot this out further, also open to taking this thread to discord, and no need to match word count bc my next reply will be shorter 🌙 ️️

it had all started as an act of drunken desperation, the night luna signed up for the sugaring website, not expecting at all for her profile to get any attention. the day was supposed to be one of celebration; after months of the agonizing application process, she received the letter that accepted her into the prestigious art history phd program that she’d always dreamed of getting into. but with that acceptance came the enormous cost of her education, with an apologetic note at the bottom of the letter that read ‘no funding available.’ she would have to float the expense herself, a bill that she couldn’t fathom paying — luna was already wearing herself thin with her internship and her side gig as a waitress, the thought of her looming debt was enough to send her into a panic.

which it why it turned out to be easier than she thought, accepting the stranger’s offer to live at their estate for the summer. she’d done the requisite research into the person and nothing concerning had caught her eye, a ceo of some wealthy business who required company for a summer. it worked out well for luna; she could spend the summer before her fall semester studying and even having time to work on her own art, a luxury she rarely had before. that was how she ended up in the guest bedroom in the imposing manor, let in by a courteous steward, unpacking her single suitcase and caught up in amazement of the luxury of the place when she heard a knock at the door.“ hi … you must be the person i’m supposed to see. it’s lovely to finally meet you. ”

it would likely be looked down on if his peers knew that he had been scrolling through a sugar baby website. after all, he was rich and the ceo of his company. in theory he was a catch for anyone. which was exactly why he had been inclined to seek out the service in the first place. with them her at his house he wouldn’t have to deal with any questions in his social life, publicly or privately. and of course it helped that she had been gorgeous to boot. when his steward informed him that luna had arrived, name gave himself one more look over in the mirror before making his way towards her room. he opened the door, eyes immediately falling to her as she greeted him. “likewise. i have to say your profile didn’t do you justice” he complimented as he stepped into the room. “how was the ride in?”

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lemonadecabaret​:

She laughed at his question, the sound of it breathless and lilting as it echoed through the sanctified quiet of the church. “I’m certain that I’m yours, Father,” she countered in a low whisper, enjoying the feel of his hands against her thighs as he hiked her dress up higher. What was it he had said that first time in the confessional? She could only find release in God’s embrace — by coming to him. A content sigh escaped her when his lips, still wet with communion wine, began to trail over her skin. Star looked down at him, meeting his gaze as she ran her fingers through his dark hair and stroked the back of his neck with her grazing fingertips. “Yours to guide. Yours to keep. Yours to devour.” She let her head fall back then, moaning softly. “What’s more sacrificial than that?”

“Mine to keep?” She made a compelling argument as to why she was a sacrificial lamb, though javier couldn’t help but feel like she had sidestepped the question a bit. Though in his correct position, on his knees and trailing kisses along her skin he was inclined to find most anything she said as compelling. Perhaps a better question to pose was who was really the prey in this situation. However that question was swallowed as he came to a stop at her bare pussy, just as he had instructed her to be. “I see you don’t need to be prepared for me” he commented, noting her already glistening sex. She might say that he was bringing her closer to god, and yet he couldn’t help but feel like each action drew her further away. Not that such guilt stopped him from teasing her folds with his fingers before a lone digit slipped inside her, his thumb teasing her clit. The priest had been a fast learner on how to pleasure over their numerous visits. By now it was like old hat.