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@hedonistiics
HEDONISTIICS — a highly selective, low activity, independent multi-muse roleplaying blog, written by cay ( 29. she / her. europe ). adult, triggering and taboo topics will be found on this blog and will not be tagged. proceed at your own risk and minors do not interact. BETA EDITOR ONLY.
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starter for: @ofginjxints
muse: alma sanchez. 28 - 33. escort. melissa barrera fc.
inspired by: this
she'd asked him when they first met and she saw the wedding band on his finger, whether or not he was married. he'd admitted it and when he'd claimed they could be friends, alma had merely rolled her eyes. she had her own experiences with married men through her job and despite being attracted to him, she'd kept her distance. however, after consuming a bottle and a half of wine, she'd texted him with two words: come over? when hearing the knock on her door about a half hour later, alma opened the door and looked into his eyes, "i don't think i want to be just friends anymore." the words flowed easily followed by a sigh, as alma's gaze locked on his. the stare-off only lasted a few moments, before her hands caught in his shirt and she dragged him down to her height, ghosting her lips over his. "please tell me you want this," she begged, her breathing having grown heavy as she waited for a response.
starter for: @highinfidclitys
muse: phoenix armstrong. 28 - 33- musician. lucien laviscount fc.
based on: this
phoenix was supposed to be rehearsing for his upcoming tour–a tour that would bring him out of the country for the next ten months–but instead he found himself in bed with his girlfriend. his kisses trailed down her body towards the thong he knew to be expensive, yet he didn't find it in himself to care. without warning he ripped the scrap of fabric away from her body, only to then slip it into the pocket of his pants. his nose traveled down her slit, inhaling her scent, attempting to remember every single detail about her before having to leave her in a week. surrounded by her heat and her scent, phoenix groaned and placed a kiss against her pussy. "are you going to be a good girl and beg for it?" he asked and placed another kiss on her inner thigh, before looking up at her with a cocked brow. she was a woman who usually got her way but phoenix had no intention to give her what she desperately wanted, without at least hearing her beg. "what do you want baby girl? use your words."
starter for: @svftlove
muse: willow ellington. 22 - 27. heterosexual. artist / heiress. sydney sweeney fc.
based on: this
"fuck," she screamed in pleasure, fisting the fabric of his shirt when he slid into her against the wall. he was her boyfriend's roommate but no matter how fucked up it was, willow couldn't find it in herself to care. whether it was due to the intoxicating smell of his cologne or the fact that she'd had enough tequila to make her head fuzzy, she wouldn't ever know. when he stilled inside her, she leaned her head back against the wall, the hand not in his shirt placed at the back of his neck, while dragging his lips down to hers. "don't stop, don't stop, please..." she begged him without shame, eyes open as they pleadingly caught on to his. "fuck me... please," she continued against his lips, desperate tears in her eyes as she could feel him filling her but not moving.
natasha’s head lolls , bending in the slow , monotonous rhythm of curiosity against the pale bump of her shoulder . she watches him — thoroughly , intentionally , pallid gold cascading like waterfall , framing the elegant curvature of her neck . “ that’s fantastic , ” she responds amusedly , her voice a gentle , innocuous purl , clear and sweet as that of a child . “ it’s been some time since anyone’s wanted to play with me . ” natasha mumbles somberly , a fleeting , quiet musing . she stands still , still as a shelved , porcelain doll rotting in the attic as his breath fogs against her ear , his greedy hands brazenly violating any notion of personal space to feel her cold skin ; her presence tethered on something unnatural , uncanny . “ you want my attention all night ? how greedy . ” she blinks once , fawning those soft hairs over rosy cheeks , glossy doll eyes unmoving as she rearranges herself , but there’s a dangerous glint swirling there as she comfortably props herself up — leaning forward where he leans back , a pale hand wrapping to his knee for spinal support , the other leisurely dragging a nail across the sharp contours of his face . “ and if what i want is to pull all of your teeth out with a pair of pliers [ … ] ” she lays out the proposition , nonchalantly and gleefully , that same cloying sweetness from earlier clinging to her forked tongue . “ you’ll let me do that , yes ? ”
"what can i say? when i like something i want it all to myself," he smirked as he looked down at the woman who was his complete opposite in looks. where he was dark, she was light, so when he placed his hand lightly on her wrist, the contrast between his scarred and tan hand against her dainty, porcelain-like skin was enough to make him hard. yet cal reminded himself of the reason he was doing this. whenever he'd get natasha to his place, he would convince her to stay. or make her. in any case, she wouldn't be leaving his house for the foreseeable future. it'd just be a lot more fun if she was a willing participant. when she put her counter offer on the table, cal didn't wince, but instead let a small sadistic smile find his lips. "i'll even hand you the pliars, baby girl," he said and tilted his head to the side, leaning into her touch and letting her know he wouldn't be scared off by her little threat. "so what's going to be? are we playing... or not?" he questioned with a cock of his brow, letting his proposition hang in the air. despite needing an in with her family, he felt drawn to the woman. whereas a lot of men would be frightened by her words, he was intrigued and sincerely hoped he wouldn't have to kill her at the end of all this. / @bcrgondy
starter for: @exsanguinatc
muse: nora watts. 21 - 26. bisexual. songwriter / producer. madelyn cline fc.
based on: this
they kept running into each other, but having friends in common made it inevitable. the pair were constantly throwing jabs at one another and pushing the other's buttons in any way they could, and nora had convinced herself she hated them. however, time and time again they found themselves in the bathroom of some sleezy bar, their lips on each other and it always lead to more. "i fucking hate you," nora murmured against the other's lips, her hand going to the back of their neck and dragging them closer, her tongue playing along the seam of their lips, attempting to get them to open up for her. she desperately needed their taste on her tongue, their hands on her body and more than anything... she needed to cum.
starter for: @spicecbinet
muse: omar ward. 48 - 53. heterosexual. talent agent. michael ealy fc.
based on: this
omar knew better than anyone how fast news spread in hollywood. so he'd arrived at the event alone, mingled and worked the room, despite wanting nothing more than to spend time with his little plaything. he'd intentionally left his wife at home, assuring her he'd be in and out, and back home before dawn. she didn't need to know he was intending to spend the night buried in her. when seeing the woman across the room, he nodded towards the back of the nightclub that had been transformed for the event; an event omar truly couldn't give less of a shit about. when he saw her walk off, the man excused himself and walked in the same direction. when seeing her up close and personal again, the man bit his lower lip and took her in, before dragging her by the hand towards a utility closet. he'd paid his way to a key from an employee and thanked his lucky stars, they'd been stupid enough to give it to him. how in the hell else would he get his hands on his girl, without getting caught? "fuck baby, you look so fucking good," he growled after they entered. omar instantly pushed the younger woman against the door, his lips on hers as he shrugged off his suit jacket. "nobody can even fucking compare to you, baby girl," he admitted and let his lips trail down her neck, "not even my wife."
status: closed
with: @hedonistiics
everyone had been talking for the past week. apparently the diner was being bought out. something that had put the whole staff into a state of worry. alma knew it was a big deal but she also knew she could find another job if it came down to it. a meeting had been called early that morning and she found herself sitting with her co workers. their old boss was droning about the rumors but what really caught her attention was the man beside him. the same man that she had hooked up with about a week prior. she had done the walk of shame to avoid any awkwardness yet now he was a few feet away from her. she nearly groaned, going to cover her mouth with her hand as he was introduced," this has got to be a joke."
buying the diner had been something of an impulse decision. jason already owned the bar down the street and when he got to talking with the elderly previous owner of the diner, the man had stated he'd had enough. jason's offer had been above asking price and now a few months later, he was the official owner. he'd decided to let the previous owner have a moment to say goodbye and explain what had happened, since it'd all happened fast and on the down-low. he had no intention of firing anyone, although he had a reputation as something of a hard-ass. all he wanted was for the place to thrive and make him money. looking out over the crowd of staff, his eyes caught familiar brown ones and instantly a smile appeared on his lips. she'd escaped his apartment without as much as a goodbye and jason agreed with himself that this must be fate, as he hadn't stopped thinking about the girl since that night. as the previous owner ended his speech, jason looked over the crowd. "we'll be having individual staff assessments throughout the next week, just to make sure everyone's putting their best foot forward," he decided on the spot and looked directly at alma. "you..." he pointed towards her, "my office. now." he was going to make her regret leaving him high and dry.
status: closed
based: linked in source
with: @hedonistiics
he had no idea why he couldn't seem to help himself. after all he knew that she was exhausted. she had practically told him so over and over again earlier that very day. he had done his best to leave it but then he found himself in the bedroom. at first he had been thinking he would just watch a movie but he kept glancing over at her. the blanket was down to her waist and her tank top had shifted. his hand reached to begin to pull it back but then his fingers brushed against her nipple. he froze but found himself reaching to gently pinch it between his fingers. a near groan fell from him as he began to cup her breast while he dipped his head down to capture one into his mouth, not caring at that point if she woke or not.
viola was having a vivid wet dream and stirred slightly with a moan once the man in the dream brushed her nipple with the back of his hand, looking up at her as though she was his world. another moan escaped her as she raised her chest up towards the feeling and it wasn't until her third moan that she realized it wasn't just a dream. she gasped at the feeling of colin's wet mouth on her breast, her hand going to his hair and holding him in place as she writhed. viola was still somewhere in between the real world and her dream one, although she knew this couldn't feel so good if it wasn't real. she refused to open her eyes, but merely enjoyed the feel of his hands and mouth on her body. "more baby... more," she begged, although she hadn't the slightest clue who she was asking; all she knew was she needed more.
in his line of work it wasn't unusual for him for women to flirt. something about georgina was different. he didn't know if it was because of how she clearly wanted more than just words. he knew that he was considered nothing better than dirt on her shoe. he had been confused when she had begun to hang around as he began the job. he knew that he should deny her given it would make her father pissed. from what he had noticed to a point she was daddy's little girl. he shook his head in disbelief, allowing himself to get lost in the kiss," uh huh." she had to stand on her tip toes and he had no problem wrapping his arms around her to boost her up. he knew that he was a large man in more than one way. she was truly something else for him and he knew that he didn't deserve her. his hold on her hair was tight, pulling slightly. he was going to shift them, stepping away but keeping his hold on her hair. he shoved her face first against the wall of the not nearly finished closet. his other hand was reaching to yank the skirt of her dress up, hearing fabric rip," i don't know if you could take it."
the main reason she'd begun hanging around her place when sawyer was around, wasn't just because she wanted him to fuck her. it had been part of the reason, but another part had been loneliness. growing up with money, meant she'd often been isolated from the real world, and sawyer was as real as they came. she'd always been daddy's little girl, even after she became a legal adult, but georgie couldn't live under his thumb forever. when the woman felt his arms around her, lifting her up so she was able to reach his lips better, she smiled behind their kiss. that was until he tugged harder on her hair, that forced a gasp to exhale from georgie's lungs. "sawyer," she moaned and bent neck backwards when he pushed her face against the wall, instinctively arching her back. "i can, please, sawyer... i promise i can," she pleaded with him, not caring about the ripped fabric, rather just hoping and praying he'd be filling her sooner rather than later. "please baby... please," she begged one last time, pushing her ass into his groin, rubbing it against the hardness beneath his jeans.
truly she had not gone out the previous night intending on doing anything. she had wanted to blow off some steam, have some drinks and maybe dance. instead she had met lincoln and everything had gotten so out of hand. it hadn't helped that her boyfriend had been pissed at her and let her know it. he was a photographer who had discovered her at the start of her career. that meant that he thought she was his doll but she had shown him that she wasn't. that wasn't stopping the guilt from hitting as she tries to wash the night away. at least until she heard lincoln's voice and her face flushed," thanks." of course she was used to people staring at her given how she looked. something about him felt different. she continued to rinse off until she realized that he was joining her. yet he wasn't removing his boxers and she was suddenly pressed against the cold tile wall," a proper goodbye?" her hands reached up to rest against his chest," he-he doesn't," she told him, trying not to gasp as he pressed himself fully against her. her hand slid up towards his hair, playing with his hair," so what is your idea of a proper goodbye then?"
she was stunning, there was no doubt about that, but when lincoln thought back to the night before, all he remembered was her flirtatious energy and the fact that she came across as a good time. it didn't exactly hurt that she was attractive and years younger than himself, but it wasn't the only think he liked about her so far. when he felt lisette's small hands on his chest, lincoln growled as a memory hit him like a sledgehammer, reminding him how her nails had dug into his back the night before. "no... he doesn't. and we can't have you leave here unsatisfied, now can we?" he asked and tilted his head to the side when her hand moved towards his hair. "hmm," he started and grabbed both her hands in his, pulling back in order to flip her so her chest was against the wall. "a proper goodbye includes me giving you at least a couple of orgasms, before you leave," he mumbled against her neck, while he begun moving the wet fabric down his legs, "and you giving me your phone number, so we can do this again the next time he fucks up."
"mhm," she said with a small laugh. genesis was incredibly amused at how he seemed to be more or less focused on her body. that was why she hadn't been expecting him to acknowledge her words," i think i'm going to leave that up to you roman." his hand was gliding along her side, reaching the hem of her sports bra. her hand blindly was reaching for the remote as she went to open netflix. she didn't even care what she landed on but soon something was playing. a small gasp fell from her as she felt his finger circling around one of her nipples, causing it to harden at the touch. her teeth caught onto her lip," we won't." her hands were beginning to explore him, her fingers going to push his shirt up as best she could given how distracted she was.
with genesis straddling his lap and something playing in the background, he couldn't help but wonder whether or not this was what true happiness was like. roman hadn't ever been truly happy, but in this moment he felt content and satisfied. the only thing that could make it all better, would be gen's pussy squeezing his cock, although he had an idea what would be happening before the night was over. roman's hands finally grabbed ahold of the elastic of her sports bra and he quickly maneuvered it over her head. he watched, entranced, as her large tits dropped from their confines. tossing the bra aside, roman's lips were instantly on one of her nipples, his hand grabbing ahold of her other breast and he moaned, while grinding himself into warmth between her clothed thighs. at this point his erection was practically ripping through his black jeans, and the man pulled back from her chest in order to undo them and get some much needed relief. however, after he zipped down he looked up into genesis' doe-like eyes. "take my cock out," he commanded with his eyes on hers, placing his arms on the back of the couch, waiting for her to do as she was told.
there should've been a sliver of doubt in her mind. there should've been something in her telling her that this was not okay. that she was cheating on her boyfriend with nixon. but why did it feel so right then ? why did being here, with nixon, in her room, feel more like home than she's felt in the last few months ? the shift in position has her hitching a breath, right leg thrown over his shoulder as if she were nothing but a rag doll. his dick hit a deeper spot in her, evoking a loud moan from narin as she buried her head deeper into the pillow. she's too caught in the feeling to hear the door open, hips thrusting upwards to match the drive of his hips. ❛ oh, baby, ❜ she mewled out in pure want, eyes clenching as she felt a familiar pit in her stomach. one that she was desperately trying to climb. the gasp is what has her eyes widening in realization though, turning her head to get a view of her boyfriend in the doorway. along with a small crowd of partygoers. but she's too far gone to stop now, even as she burrows her face into her hands. as if the birthday sash across her frame wasn't enough of a sign to who was getting fucked. nixon's roar was enough to send her boyfriend running, leaving the door wide open for the rest of the party to watch on if desired. ❛ i'm so close, nix. ❜ @hedonistiics
the fact that people were suddenly watching them in the middle of what was supposed to be an intimiate moment, meant absolutely fucking nothing to nixon. the fact that narin seemed to be getting closer to the cusp, caused the man to believe she didn't either. she'd barely flinched when seeing her boyfriend storm out, but when she covered her face with her hands, nixon let out a displeased hum, "no baby girl... let me see you when you cum for me." he followed the words with a slap to her inner thigh. despite him wanting nothing more than to bring her to the edge and watch her fall over, he needed her eyes on him. he needed to remind her that it was him that was fucking her, that it was him that was bringing her close to orgasm... that it was him she loved. "look at me, princess," he told her as he placed another kiss on her ankle, and thrust into her harshly as to remind her to stay in the moment. as small tremors moved through her body, nixon felt every single one and couldn't keep back a moan, not even as he noticed a flash light up the space, alerting him that people were taking pictures. his thrusts became more erratic, his hold on her ankle tightening, and his hand went between them to circle his thumb around her clit. "fuck... baby..." he groaned waiting for her cunt to spasm around him, as he wasn't about to cum without her. "cum with me," he commanded, looking down at where they were connected, seeing her slick all over his cock, before looking back at her face. / @petalruined
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Gianluca always had no doubt the Demir girl was going to be feisty, he knew who her father was after all. He had stopped talking to him altogether when they were knees deep in an agreement regarding an offshore account when he just stopped answering calls, emails, hell even being MIA in person. It was a last resort, he didn't like using innocents but it was one of those instances where he had to send a message.
Luca heard the bang of something being thrown against the door and unlocked it to swing it open. "Hey, I'm not lookin' to hurt you, okay, so you can stop freaking out." He closed the door behind him, the key in his pocket. "I'll let you go soon as your old man starts talking again."
hearing the door unlock, kiraz became even more terrified and placed a hand on her chest in an attempt to calm her breathing, waiting for the person to enter. despite her previous outburst, she wasn't ready to be in a world of pain and with knowing how some of the people her family fucked over operated, she feared the worst. these people took pleasure in torturing those who got in their way and at the thought tears started rolling down her cheeks. kiraz's fingers quickly swiped at them when the man entered, closing the door behind him. when he claimed to not want to hurt her, she felt a moment of relief before her defenses went back up. he might say that now but what if her family didn't cooperate? what then? when he continued speaking, the woman wasn't able to keep the confusion off her face, "talking again?" she questioned on a sniffle, quickly wiping at her nose. she had an idea what he meant as her parents had always been good at pulling the disappearing act, but it wasn't like she could help. she hadn't the slightest idea where they hid when they went underground. "look..." she started as she pulled off her other shoe, turning it in her hand so the pointy heel could present as a weapon if he meant to hurt her. "i really don't know what they're doing," she sighed and kept her eyes on the man.
' fuck ... you just can never get enough from me , can you ? ' breathed out whimpered words leave her parted lips , as she instinctively pushes her ass against his hard cock . she always thought straight , too ambitious to let anything out of her control ... just not when she was with him . from the beginning , she knew he'd be trouble , but she just couldn't keep herself away from him --- those magnetic blue eyes and raspy voice never failing on turning her into his good girl . the fact he was always around didn't help , she couldn't ignore her new stepmother's son as family dinner became of mandatory attendance --- and being eaten by ben after became an addicting habit . her hand reached back , caressing his face and lightly gripping his black hairs in a pull , whimpers leaving her lips as her cunt drips at the mere thought of feeling him bare inside her . she was scared of the possible consequences , but she felt like she would explode if they backed down now , only for the lack of a damn condom ... ' shit , ben ... isn't it too risky ? i'm on the pill , but you know that isn't a hundred percent effective ... ' she tries rationalizing , reverberating a moan as he touched so close to her throbbing clit . heart pulsing with anticipation , she moans ' ah , fuck ... i bet you feel even better bare inside my pussy than you feel inside my mouth ... really think you can do that ? hold yourself , unlike you do when you fuck my throat ? ' yet his touches do so well on working her up , she ends up giving in ' fine ... fuck it , let's do it --- but you gotta pull out , 'kay ? ' just needing him already , she pushes down her bottoms , bare ass grinding against his bulge .
in the time he'd known her she'd always searched for control, the same way he had. his need for control stemmed from an unstable childhood, focusing all his time on computers and logic–things that made sense, that he could twist to do what he wanted it to. hacking was his second language, opting to focus his attentions on people who needed to be brought down a peg. a modern day robin hood of sorts, taking from the rich to give to the poor. he still possessed the same need for control, the same need to fuck up lives, but olivia was a welcomed distraction. she was the one thing he couldn't control and the fact that she was his step father's daughter, just made it all the more forbidden. all the more fun. however it wasn't enough to stop him from constantly wanting to touch her. she was like a bad habit he wasn't ready to be rid of. groaning at the feel of her hand in his hair, ben moved his hand further down beneath the fabric of her panties, ghosting over her slit as he waited for her to make up her mind. his hips moved automatically, rubbing his cock against her ass, the movements hurried with need. he knew olivia needed to talk her way through this, rationalize it to herself but as soon as she had made up her mind, benito's fingers slid between her pussy lips, stroking her clit in a featherlight motion. "i swear it'll feel so good, baby," he murmured against her skin, deft fingers moving a little faster, before sliding down towards her wetness. "fuck, princess... you're so wet. so ready for me to slide right in," ben continued in a hushed tone, two fingers sliding into her as his thumb rubbed lazy circles around her clit. "you want me bare, don't you, huh?" he taunted and bit down at the junction between olivia's neck and shoulder. "you want to feel me with nothing between us," he stated the fact, before pulling his hands out of her panties, moving to drag them down her legs. she didn't need them entirely off, just low enough that he could position himself and slide home. "i promise to pull out, baby girl," he lied again, knowing he wouldn't be able to. benito wanted his cum inside her, seeping out of her whether she wanted it or not. he wanted to know he owned every part of her. when her panties were low enough, he moved his naked cock over her ass, leaving behind a trail of precum as he guided it towards her entrance. a groan left his throat at the feeling of her slick on the head of his cock and in a single thrust, ben seated himself inside her, letting out a deep moan of pleasure.
she doesn't actually doubt the fact that jason probably was quite successful with women. he exuded the confidence that could easily make women melt, because that was what was happening to her right now. as much as she tries not to get too excited over these promises that he gives her, she couldn't help but be excited as she anticipates just how he plans to even get her to that peak as he promises her. "fine, if you don't ... consider that deal done." probably shouldn't have said yes too quickly, but it would also be a lie to say that kat hadn't been hoping for an opportunity to get laid with the gorgeous bartender multiple times now. besides, it was a win-win situation. she either gets a drink or drowns in pure bliss. how could she really deny that? so, she pushes herself off her seat and takes the first move to head her way towards the back room. glancing back towards his direction with her biting on her lower lip, trying to calm her racing her heart as she tells him, "well then, come on. show me what you can do, jason." // @hedonistiics.
when she agreed, jason's lips formed in a playful smile and the man nodded his head and moved away from the bar, waiting for her to make a move to get up. he wondered whether she'd actually go through with it, wondered whether the fact that she was seeing someone would stop her. maybe her conscience would get the better of her last minute. however when kat rose from her seat, jason couldn't help but feel a sense of victory within himself. "let's go," he urged her on, gesturing towards the back room before walking towards the opening in the bar counter. stopping by his bartender, the men shared quick words where jason instructed the other to close up once the last patrons left for the night, receiving a nod and a smirk in return. when he finally found himself on the same side of the bar as kat, jason moved to grab her hand. a gentleman would've asked her whether or not she was sure she wanted this, but jason never claimed to be a gentleman. instead he begun guiding her towards the stairs in the back room and gestured for her to walk up before him; a perfect excuse to take a good look at her toned ass. as they reached the landing in front of his door, jason's arm went around kat's waist, pulling her so her back was against his front. "once we go through that door, i want you to let all inhibitions go," he instructed with his lips against her ear, "i want you to strip naked and let me take complete control." jason let his tongue move down the shell of her ear, not stopping until he reached the column of her neck, "think you can do that, princess?" / @intcxications
