a sin with no name.

indie mature multi-muse rp blog. 21+ only.

[a7estrellas]

PEDRO PASCAL The Hollywood Reporter (2023)

[kenstaroyco]

Andrew Garfield and Bobbi Salvör Menuez Under the Silver Lake (2018) dir. David Robert Mitchell

[dilfgifs]

Oscar Isaac as Duke Leto Atreides DUNE (2021) - dir. Denis Villeneuve

[frbiddenplsures]

brckensociety​:

there was a devious chuckle at his word, doing her best to keep her outside reaction simple to not arouse suspicion. “if it’s not, what will you do to me, huh?” the femme teased as she started to drive, already feeling the anticipation build in the car. her cheeks were already starting to grow red from the sucking at her earlobe. her focus remained on the road as a sweet whimper escaped feeling his teasing of the fabric. “oh, given how much i know you missed me, i’m eager to see how you show it.”

tony smirks devilishly against her skin, laying a kiss against her jawline now that the car was moving and they were fairly out of prying eyes’s sight.  “i’m gonna have to test your driving. see how well you can focus…”  he begins to rub her cunt slowly, applying pressure against it while the fabric still separates skin from skin.  the whimper of hers was music to his ears;  he wanted more of it.  “i’m not the most patient man, sage.”  only in some ways.  tony planned to have his way with her every which way,  before he had the dreadful misfortune of reuniting with her sister.  “did you miss me while i was gone?”   

[frbiddenplsures]

open to: f / nb

plot: nathan and y/m are in a pool party that's run late. people are drunk and running around, his wife included, and they are the only two people at the pool. 

connection:  friend's wife / daughter, employee / nanny, boss, neighbor. ta/boo welcome. 

"relax." he whispers in their ear, standing right behind them. his speedos do little to contain the tent that's grown inside them, which he slowly grinds up against their ass underwater.  "no one's looking."  his breath is hot against their ear,  his hand snaking around their frame and pushing them closer to his body. the party is still going wild inside the house, but not another soul is at the pool  –  and if they happened to show up in the area, nathan didn't really care enough;  mind too clouded by desire.  "don't tell me you haven't thought about it."

[frbiddenplsures]

brckensociety​: 

sage knew exactly what she was doing, she had been asked by her sister if she could spare a moment to pick up her husband at the airport given she was held up at work. she had agreed, trying not to act too enthusiastic about it. wearing a short dress was easy to excuse given she was meant to be attending a party that evening but she was sure the second antonio saw her he’d know the real reason. “yeah? i’m flattered.” the blonde replied, licking her plump lips. hands gripped at the steering wheel at the demand, “now, now, if we do anything now i don’t think the airport security would be pleased. although i do recall that nice secluded area a few miles away…”

a smirk grows across his lips, lust-filled eyes looking over her and lingering in on her plump lips.  he leans over, what would look like just an amicable kiss from whoever was looking from the outside.  his lips press against her cheek,  then hover near her ear.  “it better be a short drive.”  he warns in murmur, sucking her earlobe between his lips. his hand slides up between her legs until his fingertips just graze the fabric of her panties.  “i wanna show you how much i missed you.” 

[manny-jacinto]

PEDRO PASCAL The Hollywood Reporter (2023)

[tomshiddles]

Pedro Pascal - Narcos 02x03

[frbiddenplsures]

oferctisms​:

open to m / f / nb. muse: fiona pruitt, 24, youtuber, bisexual & submissive. plot: linked in source - your muse found out that fiona is still a v*rgin and decides they want to have some fun her / show her how to please herself. anything goes. connection: assume connection, follow your heart, anything goes. tab.o.o welcome.

the heat was spreading through her cheeks, now tinted a shade of pink as her wide eyes gaze was locked on them. touching herself had always been such a private and intimate act, fiona was struggling to fully wrap her mind around the idea of putting on a show like this. “like.. this?” the blonde questions as she settled back into the bed, legs pulling up enough to have her skirt already riding up her thighs to expose more of her smooth skin. a shaky exhale followed as her knees were bending and falling apart enough to offer a clear view of her pale blue cotton panties. chest rising and falling rapidly already, a shaky hand brushing past her torso until it was bunching around the fabric of her skirt, pulling it up until it was out of the way and not obstructing the view they so clearly requested. “h-how, um, how did you want me to start?” voice soft, nervousness evident even as her fingers were brushing over the front of her own exposed panties, admittedly already turned on and they’d barely just started.

tony watches with hunger in his eyes as his step daughter puts on a show for him, the kind of image that lived in the dark corners of his mind and now was coming true right before him. sitting on an armchair across from the bed, he licks his lips slowly while his eyes linger on her hands, watching as the land over the fabric of her panties. he smirks at her question, lust filled eyes meeting hers.  “how do you usually start?”  he rises from his seat, making his way to the end of the bed. he kneels, between her legs.  his hands come around her thighs, he squeezes them slowly  –  just to feel her.  he’s wanted her like this for longer than he can count.   “rub your clit for me. nice and slow.”  

[frbiddenplsures]

whiskeydipped​:

character: alice keller / 23 / the unhinged

plot: my muse has recently managed to escape the mental health facility they were being held at. your muse is my muse’s therapist, and her current obsession. your muse has lowkey found my muse’s obsession with them fascinating and intriguing, but has managed to keep their relationship strictly dr/patient. after talking to the police, your muse heads home to call it a night and get some rest. when your muse walks into their bedroom, they are shocked to my find my muse waiting for them. my muse gives your muse two options. either take her back to the facility, or keep her there as his dirty little secret.

connection: therapist (35+ male muses)

alice took much delight in seeing the other’s reaction when they found her in their bedroom. she had helped herself to their closet, picking out a dark sweater to wear just for them. alice also found a carton of cigarettes tucked away in their nightstand and helped herself to a much needed smoke. all that was left was to wait. “don’t worry, i’m not here to go all fatal attraction on you.” the brunette wickedly smirked, taking a drag of the cigarette. “i just wanted to talk without a camera in the room, or a guard waiting by the door.” smoke spilled from alice’s lips, drifting up into the air. “i have an offer for you, doc. wanna hear it?”

for a moment there, jonathan thinks he's hallucinating what he sees. he stops on his tracks when entering the room, shock making him slowly blink while seeing her there on his bed, wearing his sweater – everything he shouldn't want, but secretly does.  "really?  sure looks like you are."  the therapist questions, stepping further into the room until he's stopped at the end of the bed. "what the fuck do you think you're doing, alice?"  his eyes linger, they mind the way her lips circle around the cigarette stick, watch as the smoke spills from them. his gaze lowers to her legs, caught in a trance for a moment before he looks up to her eyes again. "what could you possibly have to offer me?"

[frbiddenplsures]

brckensociety​:

“Yes. Plus, no use wearing them if I want to be easily accessed.” The femme stated with a cheeky smile, she shouldn’t be telling him this he was off limits in a sense but yet… She enjoyed the idea him knowing. “Oh really? That sounds rather naughty, Jonathan.” Bailey purred as her gaze locked on him intently. “I think the better question is, what would you want me to give you?”

Jonathan takes it as an invitation. He shifts on his seat to face her and leans closer until he invades her personal space even further. All the while his hand rides up between her legs, fingertips just grazing against her folds. "I want access." Then he grabs it, squeezing her and feeling the wetness into his palm. His lips hover near her ear, where his whisper in a hot breath. "Open your legs for me." 

[frbiddenplsures]

brckensociety​:

There was a soft laugh, at his question, “I’m making myself comfortable for my night out? I can’t go commando at those stupid parties or those handsy old guys will get a lot more than I’m willing to give them.” She stated, as if she was unbothered by the fact she was now in just her dress and her dress alone. “My plan was to have you drop me off at one of the clubs.” Bailey replied, her hand falling atop his. “You going to try and hinder my plans now you know I’m going pantie-less?”

"Is that how you make yourself comfortable?" He raises his gaze to meet hers, hand slowly beginning to massage her thigh as she only just rests her hand on top of his. Jonathan's eyes grow darker, hungrier. A smirk growing on his lips. "I might hinder your plans now. You wouldn't need to go to the club to have your fun." His hand slides up, navigating to her middle. "What would you be willing to give me?"

[frbiddenplsures]

brckensociety​:

( open to m/f/nb | based on this | she’s a s.ydney s.weeney fc | possible connection: ex, crush, friend, family friend, taboo, whatever really. }

Bailey knew the party her parents threw to celebrate god knows what would likely end up being one of those overly boring events where she had to spend her time swatting away older men who thought they stood a chance with her. That’s why she had messaged them, asking to give her a lift to one of the clubs across town. A place she could blow off steam without worrying about her parents. “Thank you so much for this, you’re a life saver.” The blonde spoke as she lifted up her dress slightly, shimming out of her panties, her goal tonight was to have fun and possibly get laid, wearing underwear didn’t seem necessary. 

Jonathan was just being a good friend, looking to aid his best friend’s daughter when she had called. He didn’t look so innocently upon her anymore, hadn’t for a while, but still wasn’t expecting that anything would come of it. When the car stops and he looks to her, he is surprised to see what she’s shimmying out of.  “Hey, what are you doing?” He asks, with his eyes lingering too long on her bare legs, then on the very hem of her dress that was now the only true layer there.  Instinctively, he reaches for her thigh and rests his hand over it. “Where do you think you’re going like this?”

[frbiddenplsures]

lemonadecabaret​:

Blunt pearly whites bite down on the tender, swollen flesh of her rosy lower lip to keep from making any noise that might alert Damian’s wife or her boyfriend to just what’s happening in their secluded little corner of the room. The friction of his pants against her wet panties is delicious, the dragging feeling of him pulling her closer only amplifying the sensation. The fact that she’s allowing this to happen says more than any words can, her body cautiously rocking against the older man’s lap despite how incredibly wrong it is. It’s like one of her sordid little fantasies come to life, a wet dream made reality. Her blonde head falls back against his shoulder when his fingertips first touch her clit, face turning so that she can stifle her desperate whimper against the curve of his throat. “Please,” she whispers the plea against his skin, grinding against his palm. “I’m going to go insane if you don’t keep going.”

- 

The way she responds to it is better than he could've hoped. This was wrong in the best possible way, every sordid fantasy of his comes to life as he feels the wet pussy of his son's daughter in a dark corner of a room where his wife and child still are. She must share in the feeling, as the whispers she lets out hot against his throat denounce. Damian's hand rubs faster circles around her clit upon her request, his hips still rocking slowly under her for more friction. "You're making me so fucking hard right now." He whispers against her ear, lower than mutter as his eyes travel to his blissfully unaware family. He slides his middle finger inside her, feeling her tight hole wrapping around it, hot and slick as he goes in deep and torturously slow, taking his time to explore every inch of her wetness. "Do you get wet like that for him?" He murmurs against her ear again before nibbling on her earlobe. 

[frbiddenplsures]

lemonadecabaret​:

🍋 OPEN LO STARTER

OPEN TO: m PROMPT: it’s movie night and all the friends/family are gathered around the screen, taking up all the seats and cushions on the floor. lo comes in late due to bad traffic and ends up sitting on your muse’s lap on the rocking chair in the back corner. cue the steamy movie scene. CONNECTION: t*boo, stepc*st, big brother’s best friend, best friend’s boyfriend/father, family friend, boyfriend’s father/brother, etc.

That awkward quiet that often came with a particularly raunchy sex scene quickly overtook the room, each pair of eyes glued to the bright screen out of fear of catching someone else’s gaze and having to acknowledge one another amidst the sexy music and breathy moans. Lo found herself leaning forward in order to see better, her hands firmly placed upon the edge of the rocking chair’s seat. It really wasn’t that bad as far as sex scenes went, veering just past tasteful into wondering whether or not the actors were actually screwing. She was so caught up in the scene herself that it took her a moment to register that the sudden firmness she felt against her backside wasn’t imagined but the hard-on of the male sitting underneath her. She chewed on the inside of her cheek thoughtfully, her attempt to shift her own weight only serving to make matters worse as the chair began to rock. Not enough to make any discernible noise, but enough to add friction. The fabric of their pants pulled at the back of her skirt and rubbed at the lace of her panties until she had to bite down on her lower lip to keep from moaning. Lo couldn’t help herself, intentionally pitching her weight against the seat again in order rock them both slowly.

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It would've been potentially awkward on its own to have his son's girlfriend share the seat with him like that, but the nature of the movie they had all gathered to watch only made matters worse. It was already enough that having a girl like that on his lap made his mind wander off places it wouldn't, but seeing the sex scene unfold before them with her so close did nothing to keep his cock from hardening at the thought of doing even worse to her  ––  the things an R rated Hollywood movie would not show so freely. He gets bold then, as he feels her ass press up against his hard-on, and rocks under her just slightly. When she doesn't protest, he lets his rhythm grow stronger, hiking up the fabric of her skirt, he feels his tent grind up against her panties, and rocks his hips more into her. Damian looks over at the rest of the family, how their eyes are peeled to the tv, and takes the chance to pull her closer to himself, his hand coming under her skirt to rub against her clit and tease her further. 

[frbiddenplsures]

sinncdsculs​:

hadley isn’t afraid to indulge herself in the middle of the night - this isn’t the first night she’s changed into some sort of lingerie just to make herself feel sexy before she gets off, after all. but it is, however, the first night her step father has caught her - and her gaze lingers on him where he stands, but she makes no effort to cover herself up. the lacy thong is pulled almost obscenely to the side, leaving her completely bare, and her bra’s been tossed off onto the ground - the only thing coming even close to covering her modesty is the silky robe on her shoulders, but that’s falling off her shoulders, leaving her breasts on full display as she straightens herself up just a touch. “i must not have gotten the latch when i pushed it closed,” the blonde hums, and though she’s been caught, and she knows it is, but she can’t help the slow circling of her fingers in her wetness, the action drawing a faint gasp from her lips, a shudder soon following. “i didn’t think i was being that loud, i’m sorry.” but she’s not, not really, not if he’s going to keep looking at her like that.

-

she looked obscene, a scene right out of his deepest, darkest fantasies where he got to do unspeakable things with his wife's daughter. jonathan licks his lower lip slowly as his eyes drink her dry, looking hungrily at her perky tits and how the silk robe shapes around them. he is hard inside his boxers, cock throbbing with the thought of having his mouth around them. then his gaze lowers, down to her cunt and how shamelessly she rubs it, how slick her fingers look. "you're not sorry." jonathan tells her firmly, now finding her eyes as he makes his way over to the bed.  "you look like a whore."  he tells her as his hands rest on her knees, sliding down her thighs until they grab a hold of them and pull her to the edge of the bed where he stands. when he leans down, his covered bulge presses against her bare cunt. his face is inches from hers, eyes searing into hers as he begins to slowly grind against her. "so i'm gonna treat you like one." his hand travels up to her breast, groping the mount roughly.  "you're gonna be my whore."

[frbiddenplsures]

bitemescftly​:

      She followed after the King with a smirk on her lips, finding no amount of smugness and pride in her own actions that had lead to the two of them becoming so addicted to one another. The smugness at the knowledge that not only was she the one drawn to the man in such a strong, intense way - he was drawn to her as well. It filled her with no amount of cockiness and confidence to know that, to know that whenever they were near the King’s eyes had been focused on her. Not his wife, not his generals, not the mother superior. She had felt Jonathan’s attention on her every single second they had spent in the same room and it often made a blush and a smile to teasingly dance across her face.

    But it was only for the last few weeks, maybe months at this point, that the two of them had taken things to another level, a step forward. One kiss turning into two, two into three, and three leading to a lust-filled night spent within the King’s chambers from where the young brunette had snuck out of with the first rays of sun. Anna had explained to Jonathan later on her worries about being seen like this but it wasn’t until today that the two of them had agreed on a decision - to hell with everyone else. The brunette gasped when the man’s lips found hers once more, this time in the confiness of the bushes and flowers, shielded from the main paths by the greenery and yet allowing them enough of the distance to hear if anyone was to come their way. She was glad their stroll had ventured into these parts of the garden, for there was no holding back, no hesitation. Anna reached down, tugging the long skirt and underskirt up and gathering the fabric into her fists, making it a whole lot easier for the King to reach for her plain, cotton undergarments. “Please, Jonathan.” The woman hummed, letting go of the skirts with one hand to reach out for his crotch, palming at the King’s manhood with a low, keening moan “I need you.”

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With no mind to hold back, Jonathan gladly relishes in the present moment completely. There's a vague awareness that there may be people coming at any minute and seeing them, but the risk of it only made the affair more exciting. Arousal already had its hold on him, only growing more desperate at each passing moment. As the maze of fabrics around her is lifted, his hand moves to find her undergarments and pull at them until they are out of his path. Fingers find her bare against them, rubbing her centre slowly, as if suddenly there was no rush for him to get reacquainted with her folds and delicious slickness of her. 

A low groan echoes at the back of his throat at her touch, his manhood only hardening further. He could feel himself pulsate for her, the need to be inside her growing to be unbearable. Jonathan pulls his hand away to hike up her legs and put them around his waist, then undoes his belt and lets his trousers come down to reveal his wanting cock, its tip just grazing against her. He angles himself to find her entrance, then his hips rock into her with a forceful, deep thrust that pins her between his body and the trunk. Strong arms come around her legs, holding her firmly in place. "I'd missed you."  He whispers to her again, teeth grazing the shell of her ear before he thrusts again, picking up a slow rhythm as he feels her folds tighten against him. "I missed your warmth."