kiss me more.

𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝙶𝙾𝙳𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 ....

[floweredsin]

𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮  𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩  𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨  𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨  𝙨𝙤  𝙮𝙤𝙪  𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙  𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚  𝙞𝙩  𝙤𝙛𝙛  …

welcome  to  sinnedflowers,  an  indie  smut-based  rp  blog.  established  august  2025.  23,  she/her.  low-medium  activity.  kink  friendly.  muse  list  and rules below  the  cut.

masc  :

ben  black.  oc.  history  professor.  werewolf.  fc  :  jake  gyllenhaal.  bisexual.  switch.  cisgender.  (alpha  in  a/b/o  verse).

david hayes. oc. film director. fc : ethan hawke. bisexual. top. cisgender.

fem:

lydia  xavier.  oc.  horror  actress,  willing  to  do  anything  for  a  role.  fc  :  jenna ortega.  bisexual.  bottom.  cisgender  (omega  in  a/b/o  verse).

faith  danvers.  oc.  bartender.  fc  :  vanessa  kirby.  bisexual.  bottom.  cisgender. 

belle  williams.  oc.  librarian.  fc  :  anne  hathaway.  bisexual.  switch.  cisgender. 

kate tanner.  oc.  country  music darling.  fc  :  katherine  mcnamara.  bisexual.  bottom.  cisgender.

claire laurent. oc. student / camgirl. fc : natalia dyer. bisexual. switch. cisgender.

rules :

hey, hi, hello, welcome to the blog. i'm 23, she/her pronouns. i'm not attaching a name to this blog because i'd like to keep it separate from my fandom rp blogs, BUT with that being said, if you do happen to recognize me from my other blogs? hi, besties.

i will ONLY write with people 18+, and i don't do discord rp.

i'm open to about writing just about all sorts of dynamics and kinks (like, seriously. i'm here for so much of it). my only hard no's are inc*st, undera*e, scat, feet, diapers, etc.. please fuck off with that.

[rdireborn]

Pulling out his phone, Rick pulled up her latest video, the one that caused this entire meeting to occur, and pressed play. It was definitely of Claire, pretending to flirt with a friend of her father's and going to a point where she was calling him 'Daddy' as the pretend friend fucked her. There were some context that while most probably wouldn't think it was anyone in particular, he knew it was more directed at him.

"So, I have one question really, because you did hint at it in the video of when it turned from a light crush to something that made you wet more times than you could count... when did you see my cock?" he asked, her having mentioned that since she saw his cock, she couldn't get it out of her head.

[floweredsin]

Of course it was that video. Of course it was. Claire watched as he held up his phone, teeth chewing on her bottom lip. The version of her in the video was almost obscene, begging the pretend friend to fuck her harder. She should have been horrified that Rick had realized it was her. She should have been embarrassed that he knew that he had inspired it. The funny thing, though? Claire wasn't.

"Dad's pool party. For graduation." When she had graduated high school, her dad had thrown a party to celebrate her accomplishment --- Rick had attended, of course, and when he had been changing, she had seen him. The thought of taking him inside of her hasn't left her mind since, always a prevalent desire as was made clear through her videos. All the times that she took bigger and bigger toys and men, all of them in the hopes that one day she'd get to be able to have him.

"Are you mad at me?"

[elegancemultimuse]

"You don't need to lie to me." Earl said as he felt that she wasn't being truthful. He had seen the videos with his own eyes. Earl had known that it was her instantly. There was no way that it was anyone else. "I just want to know what lead you to this." He said as he was more curious than anything. She didn't seem like the type, he'd always saw her as innocent.

[floweredsin]

"It's a job," she answered with a shrug. "It's just a way to make some money, y'know?" Claire didn't want Earl to look at her differently because of it, but she understood if he did. After all, she could have gotten a job as a waitress or something instead — but the pay is better here. "I promise I'm not doing anything stupid — it started as a joke, but it ended up being ... I don't know ... fun."

[thefcw]

Open to: f Connection: any with age gap and something forbidden (semi-established new relationship, no firsts).

The night dragged long with the others except for some, a few of them were sipping whisky past midnight until everything had fallen silent aside the few still talking in the living room. Excusing himself Joseph was tired and ready to fall asleep except being tired meant little as he walked by her room. He could barely hear her breathe, so serene and quiet. Entering her room quietly Joseph closed the door and walked closer to her, his hand stroking his cock as watched her beautiful legs. Ignoring the risks he took off his clothes and crawled into her bed carefully, adjusting her as she laid on her side and pulling off her shorts. When she moaned softly Joseph shushed her softly, coating his the tip of his cock with spit and teasing her entrance before thrusting slowly, “Shh, it’s okay, beautiful. Just keep still.”

[floweredsin]

At first, she thought she was dreaming. The hands touching her, the way her shorts were removed. All of it seemed like a wet dream. She should have been more worried when she realized that it wasn’t, but, god, the feeling of him stretching her cunt was enough to give her pause. “You shouldn’t - ah - you shouldn’t be in here,” she whimpered. Her hand rose to shove at him, though it lacked any true malice. As much as Lydia knew that this was wrong, Joseph’s cock inside of her felt too good — almost as if it’s what she was made to take. “Dad will kill you if he finds out about this.”

[floweredsin]

muse : claire laurent (she/her). student and camgirl. 20s. fc: natalia dyer. open to : m / f / nb. possible connections : best friend. classmate. t.aboo connections very welcome. plot : claire is filming a new video — she’s invited your muse to join.

“c’mon. it’ll be fun.” for added emphasis, she pulls her shirt off the rest of the way, revealing the lacy pink bra beneath. “what do you say? we’d be good together, i promise!” claire steps forward, a grin on her face as she adds, “you won’t even have to show your face on camera.” the thought of them acting alongside her and helping her with a video (maybe even being the one to use toys on her) makes her terribly excited, but she’s keeping that to herself for now.

[floweredsin]

muse : kate tanner (she/her). country music starlet. 20s-30s. fc: katherine mcnamara. open to : m / f / nb. possible connections : manager. record label exec. fellow musicians. best friend. bandmate. plot : kate is playing your muse her latest single: a far more risque track than her usual fare, and she wants to know their opinion.

"so? do you think it's a hit?" kate knows the song is different than her usual releases, with its suggestive nature, but she feels confident in it. "i'm just ... writing from the heart."

[floweredsin]

muse : david hayes (he/him). film director.. 50s. top. fc: ethan hawke. open to : m / f / nb. plot : your muse wants a role or a job in one of his movies — it’s up to them to show david just what they’re willing to do to achieve it.

“i can’t just hire you like that — it wouldn’t be fair to everyone else.” he leans back, a hand running through his hair. “there are ways, of course, to put yourself in the lead for the job, but … it all depends how willing you are to work for it.”

[floweredsin]

muse : lydia xavier (she/her). aspiring actress. 20s. fc: jenna ortega. open to : m / f / nb. possible connections : director / producer. co-star. manager. age-gap. plot : times are tough and she hasn’t been able to get any roles, so lydia has accepted a job in a p.orn film to make ends meet.

“i haven’t done this before.” this type of role is new to lydia. after all, she wanted to act in horror movies, to show off her ability to be a scream queen — but that doesn’t pay the bills. “just … tell me what i need to do.”

[floweredsin]

muse : claire laurent (she/her). student and camgirl.. 20s. fc: natalia dyer.. open to : m / f / nb. possible connections : classmate. teacher. best friend. dad/mom/brother’s best friend. taboo connections welcome. plot : your muse has seen claire’s videos — they’re confronting her about it. whether that’s negative or positive is up to you.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” claire says, a smile on her face. in actuality, that couldn’t be further than the truth. she knows all too well which video they’re referring to — and the thought of this person having watched her in such an intimate way makes her cross her legs beneath the table.

[floweredsin]

muse : belle williams (she/her). librarian. fc: anne hathaway. open to : m / f / nb. possible connections : friend. hookup. co-worker. partner. exes. plot: belle has baby fever — she’s recruited your muse to help her with that.

"come on..." belle leans forward, a smile on her face. "just this once. pretty please?" the truth of the matter is that it's her ovulation time, and she can't quite stop thinking about it. the urge to get knocked up is stronger than it's almost ever been. "it probably won't even take — but it's worth a shot."

[cxntresses]

cait couldn’t believe it. who knew her one night stands could have consequences? though as she watched the older blonde, imagining her curves growing as she became more pregnant, the consequences seemed less like a punishment and more like a blessing. she didn’t even realize she’d been standing there like an idiot with her mouth open the entire time.

[floweredsin]

it’s almost funny, the way that caitlin stands there with her mouth open, the picture of disbelief. faith smiles, reaching out and gently pushing the other woman’s mouth closed with a finger against the bottom of her chin. “you’re speechless.” the bartender laughs. “sorry for shocking you with that.” the thing is, faith knows that this all came from her one night with cait — she hasn’t slept with anyone since, and she knows that they weren’t as careful as they should have been.

[cxntresses]

cait had no idea what she’d walked into, seeing this stranger—this gorgeous milfy stranger—fingering herself. it made her hard though, and she stepped closer, already beginning to unzip her jeans. “do you want some help with that, hottie?”

[floweredsin]

there’s a lot of risk involved in this already: she had known that when she’d chosen this spot to film, but still. she hadn’t expected to be caught quite so red-handed. brown eyes flicker from the girl’s face and down to where she’s unzipping her jeans. perhaps it’s a traitorous urge, the way that it makes her cunt twitch underneath her skirt. after all, belle doesn’t know this woman. they’re total strangers — this could backfire in so many ways. but maybe that’s part of the thrill of it all. slowly, she nods. the woman leans back slightly in her chair, legs parting just a bit. “i wouldn’t be opposed to that… if you’re offering…”

[excremeing]

she reeked of desperation, it was frankly pathetic. charles simply kept a pitiful face hearing her plead, hiding the smirk that wanted to peek through. "oh my dear.. aren't you just the cutest little thing— you toy with my heart. i really wish there was a way." he eggs. it was simply a devilish offer, he simply couldn't refuse if she was well intent on doing anything for the role. "you mustn't get on your knees, it'd be far too much," that little nasty smirk crept, just a tiny bit on the corner of his lips.

[floweredsin]

far too much? he underestimates just how badly she wants this. just how badly she wants to be a star. the girl steps forward, and despite the voice in the back of her head screaming at her to look out for the red flags in this situation, lydia gets down on her knees in front of him. a hand moves to rest on his thigh, manicured nails lightly brushing against him. “please,” she says, looking up at him through her lashes. “please let me show you just how much i want this.” and with that said, her hand inches higher and higher up his leg.

[studdedleather]

adriana’s almost amused. almost. she’s been waiting for that offer (the oh, please, i’ll do anything) plea that sounds so sinfully sweet coming out of lydia’s mouth. she would knock off the ‘almost,’ would be shameless and snide in amusement if she weren’t an attack dog waiting to bite, hunger roiling in her veins, salivating at the sight of a pretty girl with such a lucrative offer. “i have a director friend who’s looking for his next scream queen,” she says casually, too casually, as if what she’s putting on the table isn’t potentially life changing. “i could give him your name, get you a meeting as soon as tomorrow. of course—he’ll ask to see your tits. he always does.” adriana pauses, pretending to think. “i might be able to save you that embarrassment, if i could vouch for their perkiness... why don’t you lose the shirt, sweetheart?”

[floweredsin]

adriana’s offer has lydia’s eyes widening. here it is — the opportunity she’s been waiting for. she knows that adriana has connections, a reach that extends far beyond her own. the other actor’s next comment though gets her attention. she shouldn’t be surprised. that’s all that anyone’s about here in hollywood , and if you want to get far … well … some things just have to be done. god knows she’s more comfortable with the thought of adriana seeing her in such a state than some director who’s just going to look at her like a piece of meat (and who’s to say though that adriana isn’t the same?). “… fine,” lydia replies, hands moving to tug her shirt over her head. of course, there’s no bra on underneath — her tits, small but rounded and with perked nipples, exposed to the room’s cold air and the other’s gaze. lydia would be lying though if she said she wasn’t the least bit self-conscious, hence the way that she shifts from side to side. “so? what do you think? good enough for him?”

[floweredsin]

muse : ben black (he/him). history professor (and werewolf.) fc: jake gyllenhaal. open to : m / f / nb. possible connections : co-worker. student. friend (w/ benefits). exes. partner. plot: ben’s in a mood — it’s up to your muse to make it better.

“it’s just been a long day,” ben groans, leaning back in his chair. he’s tempted to reach for a cigarette — but he refrains for now. instead, he glances at the other person with an assessing gaze. “i’m very busy, you know. lots of papers to grade.”

[floweredsin]

muse : belle williams (she/her). librarian. fc: anne hathaway. open to : m / f / nb. possible connections : friend. library patron. co-worker. partner. exes. total strangers. plot: belle is in the middle of filming a certain type of video of herself to upload online — your muse has caught her in the act.

“this isn’t what it looks like!” she exclaims, panicked. the denial is her first instinct — regardless of the fact that the other had walked in on her. the fact that they’d seen her with her hand between her legs and her phone recording every moment of it.

[floweredsin]

muse : faith danvers (she/her). bartender. fc: vanessa kirby. open to : m / f / nb. possible connections : one night stand. best friend. a regular at the bar. ex-partner. plot: your muse has just found out that faith is pregnant (whether they’re the one that got her pregnant or not is up to you!).

“this wasn’t part of my plan, trust me. ” the bartender leans against the wall behind her, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as a hand lightly rests against her stomach. “c’mon though — tell me what you’re thinking.”