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@fcrbiddnfruit
welcome to my multi-muse indie! as told by alexis (she/her). iām 32, please be 21+ to interact and/or follow me. this blog is a kink friendly space and will contain smut as well as other mature, potentially triggering content. MDNI. Ā prev. bcdydo
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AARON PIERRE 2026 | via Instagram Stories (May 31)
Faye let out a soft GIGGLE as she settled more comfortably in his lap, her small frame practically swallowed up by his much larger one. She loved how safe she always felt with him, even in the MIDDLE of a loud, chaotic party. One of her arms draped lazily around his neck - her glass dangling between nimble fingers - while she tilted her head, studying his HANDSOME face with a mischievous little smirk. The way his hand rested possessively on her lower back sent a warm FLUTTER through her stomach but she otherwise didn't address it.
āPrincess, huh?ā She KNEW it was his nickname for her. There was no qualm there about it, but still she teased, her voice dropping into something sweeter and more playful as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing near his ear. āWhat more do I want? Hmmā¦ maybe I want you to actually dance with me. Or at least stop acting like my big SERIOUS bodyguard for five minutes and have some real fun.ā Her other hand then slid down to rest on his chest, fingers lightly tracing over the fabric of his shirt. āCome on ā¦ LOOSEN up for me. I promise I'll make it worth your WHILE.ā
It eased his mind when he was with her, because that's when he knew she was safe. He mirrored her smirk with one of his own, no words spoken for a small moment but his gaze said it all. He may not admit it but Faye perched on his lap felt comfortable. He liked to have her close. Protective? Always. Possessive? Maybe just a little. She was the golden treasure he was tasked with protecting. Even now, letting his guard down wasn't something he was keen on doing too much. For her, maybe he could ease up a little bit. No matter how he tried to resist, she always seemed to get her way eventually. Faye was his weakness and he was pretty certain she knew that.
As she leaned in closer to him, Mark had to steady his breathing. She teetered a dangerous line and he had to remind himself to keep composure despite all her teasing. They weren't alone, after all. She wasn't making it easy on him. That was for sure. The familiar smell of her perfume, the way her hand trailed down his chest. "Faye..." he warned in response to her last comment. She was going to be the death of him. "Come on then," he urged with a swat of his hand on her ass once he easily lifted her off his lap so he could stand. "Show me those moves of yours."
open to: m/f/nb 21+ plot: insp from parachute by hayley williams. you were at my wedding. i was broken, you were drunk. you could've told me not to do it. i would've run, i would've run. also taking insp from this post, muse a receives the wedding invitation for muse b's wedding, but finds out that on the back of the invitation there is a handwritten note saying ā i'm getting married to someone else, but you're the true love of my life. ā muse: cleo. romantasy author. switch. ariana grande (alt: any) connection: ex. former friend. situationship that didn't work out. estranged family member. etc.
"you showed up." cleo's voice is soft. she's standing in the dressing room of the venue, manicured hands twisting together at her waist. her delicate face is a careful mask to hide her true feelings. "i'm surprised." she looks down for a moment, blonde curls spilling forward. her vision is flooded with white, from her dress to the heels peeking out below. then those brown doe eyes lift once more, as she shifts her weight. "you look good. you clean up well."
every fiber of her being screamed that she should turn around. yet against her better judgement, serena had gotten all dressed up for a wedding. she may not be thrilled about it or even stay, but she wasn't stupid enough to show up looking like a complete bum. serena's breath hitched in her throat at the sight of cleo in her wedding dress. as much as she tried, nothing could have prepared her to see her ex getting ready to marry someone else. not even the couple shots of liquid courage she'd taken just before was enough to stop from reliving the heartbreak all over again. she just stood there, momentarily frozen until she realized the silence was bordering awkward and cleared her throat. "uh, yeah... well imagine my surprise at even getting an invite." let alone the little note written on the back of said invitation, presumably meant to stay just between them.
āOh come on! You've been nursing that thing for an HOUR now.ā Squinting her eyes playfully at the DRINK he held up as evidence, Faye let out a laugh at his stubbornness. Was it REALLY this hard for him to let loose and have a little fun? After all the work she had done to get him out here - at a party where there were NO cameras allowed mind you, he couldn't at least TRY for her sake? With an exaggerated sigh, the petite blonde closed the distance between them and unceremoniously PLOPPED down onto his lap. They have LONG since gotten used to the no boundaries thing between them, and thus to her this was simply NORMAL. He dwarfed her instantly, and she felt SAFE even as she poked his chest playfully. āWhat's it gonna take for you to ACTUALLY have fun tonight?ā
He couldn't help but to smirk at the sound of her laugh, even if it was at his own expense. The only reason he was at this party was for her. Mark would have been just as content to stay home with some take out. At her insistence, he knocked back the rest of his drink to appease her and set the empty glass aside. "There." He instinctively opened up his posture to allow her space to be comfortable in his lap without giving it a second thought. Personal space wasn't even a thing anymore between Faye and him. His hand moved to rest on her lower back, keeping her close as he relaxed. "I'm here with you, aren't I? " he responded playfully. "What more do you want from me, princess?" He grinned at the name he'd given Faye long ago that had since stuck.
"You're more than welcome to return the favor," she replies with a bright smile, leaning into Sevn's touch before letting the other guide her in. The kiss is comfortable, makes sparks Kori enjoys run up and down her body in anticipation of later.
Her hands lift to give them room, settling on her thighs, rubbing lightly at the skin. Kori tilts her head, slanting her mouth against theirs as the kiss grows more heated, hands shifting to draw them forward after a few moments, wanting them to be closer. Much, much closer.
"What're you craving first, beautiful? Hands, mouth, something else?"
Sevn melted into her as Kori pulls them in closer. Her touch brought a familiar warmth that excites them. There is no such thing as too close when it comes to the pair. In fact, the clothes that prevented full skin to skin contact were so in the way.
"Give me that mouth, babygirl. You know I love it when you go down on me." Sevn could never get enough of it, one of her favorite things really. "You want it right here or should we move to the bed?" they asked, while already starting to pull their shorts off, leaving only the thin tank top on. Perks of being roommates was the freedom to please each other anywhere without worry.
starter for faye / @darlinghearts
the music practically vibrated the walls and a crowd of bodies were all around. it wasn't his first choice to be at this party, but leave it to faye to drag him out with her. so here he was - if for nothing else than his peace of mind to know she was safe. even when he wasn't technically on the clock in bodyguard mode, it was engrained in him to always be aware of the surroundings. he did it so she didn't have to and could enjoy herself. hazel eyes scanned the room before he turned his attention back to faye. "i am relaxed," mark responded to faye insistent that he needed to relax. he grinned and held up the drink in hand as if to emphasize his point.
"you say that shit but if i did the same thing you would have bit my head off, correct?" arms cross over the border of his chest as he leaned up against the nearest support system to him. "you can't say one thing and then turn around and do it to me like everything will be cool." this had been a constant for them for a while and truthfully jaiden was unsure why he was even still entertaining it. maybe because he saw the potential in her to be greater... to not be such a headache to deal with most of the time. "all i want is a genuine apology. not a half-assed one like you are trying to give me right now.
she huffed a sigh and crossed her arms over her chest, hating that jaiden was right. gigi would tear him a new one first and ask questions later had it been the other way around. they'd been arguing more lately and she didn't like it. she often reacted out of emotion, which only ever seemed to make things worse than it needed to be. her pride got in the way... one of her flaws that she hated to admit. but she would be so upset with herself if that was what pushed jaiden away for good. "i'm sorry, alright? it was stupid." when things were good, they were amazing and she wished they could get back to that. "i hate it when we fight."
@fcrbiddnfruit | Kori & Sevn | Continued from here
Sevn's gaze diverts from her phone screen over to her best friend at the sudden declaration of boredom. "Sounds like quite a problem..." she hummed with a knowing grin. "I could help with that." The forward confidence had always been part of their personality. Maybe that was why the little arrangement between the pair worked so well. The convenience was a plus, toom if course. Sevn set her phone aside and turned their full attention to Kori. Hand absentmindedly trailed up and down along her thigh. "Alright, you got my full attention, no distractions. What you wanna do?"
Kori smirks over at them as she grabs Sevn's attention. Of all her friends, Sevn is the one who just gets her. Kori adores their confidence and the way they don't dither about things.
"Well, I'd like to make you come. A lot." Kori answers with a little smile. She shifts toward her, arm on the back of the couch, leaning in toward the brunette. "Is that something that you'd like," she asks, eyes shifting over the other's face. Looking for signs that it's not that kind of day for her.
A smirk formed as Sevn's gaze focused on the other, body turned towards her and instinctively leaned in as well. The close proximity was normal for them. "Oh yeah?" Eyes scanned Kori up and down with a hungry look in their eye. "I would love that, pretty girl," they hummed in approval. "Long as I get to return the favor and make you come just as much."
They brought a hand up to caress her face and gently pulled her in. Lips met hers in a soft kiss that gradually grew more heated the longer it went on, and Sevn moved to straddle her lap all while not breaking the kiss.
open to: m/f/nb mutal/non plot: here connection: Bestie who isn't her roommate, or bestie who is, or just roommates who have excellent chemistry muse: Koriand'r
"I find that I'm....bored," Kori announces. It's not a loud announcement, it really doesn't need to be, considering the person she wants to hear it is sitting beside her. Their little arrangement of helping one another to find relief when the urge hits, well it's fairly perfect. There's no messy 'what is this' between them.
And after the last debacle of a relationship Kori ended, a friend, a relationship that's simple, not too involved, is exactly what she'd needed.
Sevn's gaze diverts from her phone screen over to her best friend at the sudden declaration of boredom. "Sounds like quite a problem..." she hummed with a knowing grin. "I could help with that."
The forward confidence had always been part of their personality. Maybe that was why the little arrangement between the pair worked so well. The convenience was a plus, toom if course. Sevn set her phone aside and turned their full attention to Kori. Hand absentmindedly trailed up and down along her thigh. "Alright, you got my full attention, no distractions. What you wanna do?"
open to: f/m/nbĀ (both mutuals and non-mutuals welcome)
muse: mikhail morozovĀ / 26 / russian bratva
plot: our muses have been seeing each other for awhile when mikhail decides to takes it upon himself to buy them a new apartment as a gift.
possible connection(s):Ā romantic partner / sugar baby
"Is nice, yes?" Mikhail questioned as he lead the way into the penthouse, it was all dark hardwood and marble, and decorated luxuriously with furnishing that probably cost more than the average man made in a decade. "Four bedrooms, three baths, floor to ceiling windows with a view of the city." He mused, listing off some of the amenities as he flicked on a few light switches. "Very safe too, this building has the best security in the city. Front door auto locks behind you, windows are bullet proof, there is even secret panic room. But you will not need to use." He continued, not wanting to even think about any circumstance that would put his lover in danger, yet running the North American side of the Bratva did come with some rather dangerous caveats that he tried to keep his lover far from. "Is for you, a gift." He clarified after a moment, holding out a key in his hand.
Hand held onto his arm as Elise walked beside him, eyes scanned the luxury penthouse. A far contrast from the regular old apartment she was currently living in. "This is... stunning," she agreed, in awe of how beautiful everything was from the hardwood floors to the high end decor. It looked straight out of a magazine spread. Something Elise would only dream of. There was a pause in her stride upon the realization of Mikhail's words. That she wouldn't need to use the panic room. "What do you mean..." Before she could even finish her thought, she eyed the key he offered her. "Wait, this is mine?" Confusion and disbelief written in the raise of her brows, followed with a nervous little laugh. "Are you serious? This is like... a lot." It was no secret that they were vastly different in some aspects, such as money. She was just some average girl with an average job and a decent apartment. Sometimes she wondered why out of everyone he chose to be with her. "Please don't think I'm not appreciative of this, I am. It's amazing and I love it so much... It's just a bit overwhelming." Ellie was used to him gifting her nice things - expensive clothes, jewelry, or bags. But an entire penthouse with more room than she knew what to do with was on a whole other level. It left her almost speechless.
open: everyone muse: jaiden romone. streamer, bi, twenty-six. (jonathan daviss: oc)
"not happening. you are not gonna avoid responsibility for what you did by batting your pretty eyes like that. admit you were wrong and then maybe i'll go get the food you want."
she had turned up on jaiden's doorstep hoping things could be back to normal. but he was clearly still upset with her. "so you think my eyes are pretty?" georgia replied with a smirk. she dismissed the first part, it had gone in one ear and out the other. "well that's not gonna happen 'cause like i said before, i did nothing wrong." a little harmless flirting wasn't a big deal. it's not like she actually did anything more. it was just her personality, that's what she told herself anyway. "fine," she shrugged. "i can get my own food since you're gonna act like a child about it."
open to: f/nb 25+. woc preferred.
plot: just a simple poly sugar daddy x sugar babies plot.
replies will be moved to a new post.
the only reason he liked being out here was because it was away from everyone. well, almost everyone. his girls were the exception. they were the only ones he felt like he could be himself around. just teddy. their teddy. and he was fine with that. after anchoring the family yacht, he heads down to the deck to find where his stowaways had scampered off to. his eyes immediately catch the dazzling display of one of his girls dragging a lounge chair onto the sunny deck. "that new?" he questions, gesturing to their swim suit. "did i pick out that one, or did you pick it out for me to get you?" a teasing grin appears on his face as he leans in to pepper a few kisses against their shoulder. "where's thing 2? she didn't jump ship already, did she?" he glances around. and right on cue, versha appears. "this day is ruined!" she cries dramatically, stepping around teddy like he wasn't even there to approach the other woman. teddy is both offended and amused. "the stupid clasps of my bikini broke, now i can't look cute!" she holds the loose ends of her top together with both hands to keep her chest covered.
a day on the yacht, being out on the water was her favorite thing. especially with her favorite people. the sun was bright and the skimpy little bikini she wore covered her just enough. her curls tied up in a messy bun with a few stray strands framing around her face as she moved one of the chairs from the shade and into the sun so she could get more of a tan. serena turned once she heard him approaching. "pretty sure i picked this one. do you like it?" a smile lit up her face at his gentle affection. before she could even speak of versha, she made her own dramatic entrance. "found her," she hummed as she turned her attention away from teddy to help the other woman. serena was far more laidback. "it's not ruined, v. you can borrow one of mine if you want..." she offered as she moved behind versha to take the strings of the bikini and tie them together for a temporary fix. "or we could just go topless," she suggested. "no tan lines is a plus if you ask me. either way, you always look cute. it's like impossible for you not to be... isn't that right, daddy?" she glanced over to teddy and back to versha with a reassured grin.
open to: f based on: this
"no , man , she's a good girl ," jordan said , pushing her head down deeper on his cock. it was done almost absent-mindedly as he chatted with his friend on the phone. she'd been down there for the better part of an hour , and was now a nice , drooling mess between his legs. it had taken quite some time to train her for this , to just instinctively know what he wants , and he wasn't about to let a phone call get in the way of that. he had some empathy , though. her knees must be aching by now. "just a nice fleshlight for me to use." a little tap on her head let her know that it was time to switch position , and he leaned back to fully enjoy the view.
gemma was really only half paying attention to jordan's phone call. her focus on the task at hand, although she did catch him calling her a good girl. the little bit of praise caused her to let out a muffled moan. head skillfully bobbed up and down on his cock, leaving it slick with her own saliva. by now, she was basically an expert at pleasing jordan with what and how he liked it. she was glad when he tapped her to switch positions, if for no other reason than to give her knees some relief and her throat. she was soaked and ready for him. gemma crawled up onto his lap, and sank down onto his cock. she rolled her hips and found a steady rhythm once she started to bounce on it. her ass and tits jiggled with the motion. she bit her lip trying to contain her moans, but couldn't help let one slip every now and then. it just felt so good to take his cock and put on a show for him.
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