Barbara Palvin

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@dxpthsofdxsire | Richard & Stella
Richard was fuming. He’d stormed out of the meeting halls, up the stairs, having thrown a vase or two against the wall on his way there. There moments happened every once in a while, and it was a real flaw in his personality, but he didn’t have real way of holding himself back. Though recently, he had found a type of cure for it, even if it was only a temporal one. And that was why he always resorted to walking out of a room when he got angry -- he needed to go somewhere to get this remedy. Or rather, he needed to see someone.
He entered into his bedroom. The moon shone through the thin curtains a few hours past midnight, casting a wide shadow on the floor behind him. More slowly than before, he moved towards the small door hidden behind some furniture, and he quietly opened it and went inside. He hadn’t gotten any less angry though, so it was a real feat he thought that he was being so quiet.
Then, he saw her. Lying so calmly on the bed, her chest heaving up and down slowly -- a sight which immediately fixed his gaze and drew him towards her. He was working on ridding himself of his trousers as he made his way over towards the bed, and once he was on, they were off. He moved towards her and pulled her closer by her legs, sliding her down. A gasp fell from his lips as he gazed upon her immaculate beauty. Darker, tanned hands ran up her milky white legs, quickly pulling down her underwear, finding that he had rather quickly laid her sex bare.
He leaned down and started to kiss her cheeks and her neck, caressing her soft, tiny body underneath him. He then laid on top of her, squeezing her under his much taller body, pressing her down hard onto the mattress. Grabbing her by the hips, he turned her bottom half around to make her ass stick up into the air, which allowed him to start playing with the girl. While he didn't look to check, he hoped she’d stay asleep. Something inside of him had always wanted a girl like this to fuck -- completely his to control. A hand brushed through her long hair, before he started to pull on it, bringing his shaft towards her sex and rubbing it against her. He was panting softly, still pressing his body against hers, feeling himself grow harder very rapidly. He was almost at full size. He ran his cock along her legs for a while, then across her face, smacking her features while groaning.
But none of this seemed to release his anger just yet, not as much as he’d wanted to. He spread her legs wide, and holding on firmly to her hips, he thrust in -- all the way.
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“Yes, just my place,” he clarified before slipping an arm around her to pull her closer. He wanted to hear her breathing as he walked with her toward his car. It wasn’t a car that was hard to miss – it likely was at least three times as expensive as any of the other ones parked there.
The ride didn’t take too long, but during it, he couldn’t help place an arm on the waitress’s leg, and gently squeeze it a little. “Feeling a little better?” he asked, turning towards her with a soft, welcoming smile.
When he got to his house, he opened the gate with a press of a button on his dashboard, and rode into the garage. He lived in a penthouse, and he would accompany the girl to the elevator. He preferred the top floor, for a number of personal reasons. Opening the door of his car, he led her to the elevator.
Victoria wasn’t sure what to say, but leaned into him while he held her close. She didn’t know what to expect but it wasn’t his hand on her thigh, but she still nodded, trying to convince herself to be comfortable. She watched when they arrived, glancing around and then to him as she was led from the car and into an elevator, praying she wasn’t walking into her doom.
With the elevator reaching the top floor, he opened his door for her, while he himself put his coat away and looked at her from a distance. At this point, it felt like there was no turning back. He’d set his sights on her, and now he wanted -- no, needed her. He walked up to her, looking down at the short girl with a smile.
His hand reached up to cup her cheek. “I don’t think I’ve said this yet, but,” he began, “you are the most attractive girl I’ve seen in a very, very long time.” A smile followed, pressing himself closer to her, until he suddenly pressed a kiss to her lips, and lifted her off the ground with ease.
@brckensociety | Matthew & Carmen
The past few weeks had been rather lonely. Sure, Matthew had had a lot of people around him, but no one to really spend a lot of time with, no one to cure him of his boredom. It had become a bigger problem since the passing of his late wife. Over and over he found himself in seeming incurable periods of boredom. He wouldn’t call it grief, even if it had been. There was one thing, or one person rather, who seemingly cured him of it -- but even he didn’t know if it was a true cure, or whether it was just a case of taking his mind off it. If it was the former, it wasn’t anything like a permanent cure either.
But now she was away too. Or so he thought. The buzzing of his phone made the tall man to pause and look at his phone, which welcomed him with a certain picture. He looked at it, and didn’t even need to read anything to know where it was taken. Quickly he sped back home, quicker than he usually would, making his way over to the bathroom upstairs. And surely, there she was.
“Oh, FUCK.” he groaned emphatically, immediately feeling his arousal starting to grow the moment he saw her. He stepped towards her, and pressing his crotch against her ass, turned her head to look over her shoulder and started to kiss her. “How long have you been back?”
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give me a historical plot where one of the queens handmaidens becomes the pleasure device of the king
give me a historical plot where a princess, bound to marry the prince, becomes the target of his father, the kings, sexual desires
give me a historical plot where a drunken king mistakes the princess for the queen, ravaging her
give me a historical plot where a king discovers the princess isn’t truly his daughter and takes up a sexual relationship with her to spite his cheating wife
give me a historical plot where a king’s wife tragically dies, but he still has needs, so he turns to his daughter the princess to fulfill them
give me a plot where a prince finds his sister, a princess, sleeping with one of her maidens. he won’t tell the king and queen - if he can join
give me a historical plot where a princess seduces her brother, the prince, because she saw him with one of her hand maidens and wants a taste
give me a historical plot where a king takes two of the queens hand maidens and demands them to have sex while he watches, eventually joining in
give me a historical plot where a kings brother, jealous of the throne, decides to take his niece, the princess, to use as he wants as compensation for what he feels he’s been robbed of
give me a historical plot where a vicious and hurtful princess decides to use one of the knights in her father’s charge for her own sexual pleasure
give me a historical plot where a night guard finds a beautiful woman imprisoned in the dungeon in his charge, only to offer her a solution to her problems - bonus if other prisoners see what is happening
give me a historical plot where a young maiden is selected to be a friendly companion for a rough and angry prince, to make him a better ruler. he wants her for more than friendly companionship - bonus if he’s rough and angry while taking what he wants from her
give me all the dark, taboo, & smutty historical plots
Taboo plots (18+ obviously) I really wanna do; come at me folks
Plot where a family gets together for a reunion and unlike other families, their reunions consist of a weekend long orgy with the entire family. Potential relations: parent/child, siblings, cousins, aunt/uncle,
Your muse walks in on their dad drinking with his brothers. The uncles notice just how much your muse has grown and call you in to sit with them–daddy doesn’t notice when their hands start to roam until it’s too late.
Daddy wakes up to a pair of soft lips wrapped around him. He doesn’t even hesitate to take advantage of the warm mouth before he realizes that it couldn’t possibly be his wife.
You’re going through heat so the family has put you under lock-down from the outside world to keep any alphas from getting to you. However, they forgot about the alpha in the bedroom next to yours.
Your muse is my muse’s child that they haven’t seen since they were young. And it didn’t dawn on them until well into their heated make out session that they could possibly be related?
Siblings that fight all of the time and one day my muse snaps and things take a more…sexual turn.
You never listen to me as your father and when I get a call that you’ve gotten hammered at a club, I decide against driving you home. Instead, we drive out into the middle of nowhere where no one can hear me fucking you. (Can also have my muse be a cop and show up in uniform to retrieve them)
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He nodded slowly in reply. “Yes. Don’t feel bad – I understand if you just need a place to relax and cool down for a bit. No problem at all.” His hand quickly brushed over her freckled cheek, trying to get her to relax a little more. “I’ll finish my dessert, and I’ll wait for you afterwards. Deal?” His voice had now gone to a soft whisper, so that it blended into the background noise for everyone else. He didn’t mind talking in public, but some things required a little more discretion.
With that said, Christopher took the time to finish his delicious dessert, though he wasn’t focussing on it as much as he might otherwise have. Whenever she would show herself by walking around in the restaurant, he’d look at her, often smiling. His tongue moved over his lips once or twice while he gazed at her, but whether that was due to the food or the thoughts he was having was hard to tell.
When the restaurant had gotten quieter and was about to close down, he made sure to find her eyes and beckon her to follow him to his car. He was parked not too near the front doors, but not too far away either, so he could keep things in check should her old acquaintance reappear.
Victoria nodded her head, breath catching when he touched her so gently, though she nearly recoiled from the unexpected affection. “Yes, Sir,” she nodded her head in agreement. She hurried to finish her duties, including cleaning up around him, feeling his eyes on her in her short waitress uniform and it was oddly arousing to know he was looking at her.
When she was finished, she stamped her timecard and came to his side, giving a soft smile. “I’m finished now,” she said quietly, looking him over to see if he’d change his mind now that time had passed. “We’re just going to yours, right?” she clarified, breathing quickening at the thought of being alone with the near stranger.
“Yes, just my place,” he clarified before slipping an arm around her to pull her closer. He wanted to hear her breathing as he walked with her toward his car. It wasn’t a car that was hard to miss -- it likely was at least three times as expensive as any of the other ones parked there.
The ride didn’t take too long, but during it, he couldn’t help place an arm on the waitress’s leg, and gently squeeze it a little. “Feeling a little better?” he asked, turning towards her with a soft, welcoming smile.
When he got to his house, he opened the gate with a press of a button on his dashboard, and rode into the garage. He lived in a penthouse, and he would accompany the girl to the elevator. He preferred the top floor, for a number of personal reasons. Opening the door of his car, he led her to the elevator.
Ugh. Why can’t I delete old replies when replying. This is annoying.
Does someone have a remedy for why the first post keeps re-appearing whenever I reblog a post (and have deleted the old stuff)?
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Victoria sighed as she rounded the corner of the diner she worked at, food up for a regular of hers. She wasn’t sure why he frequented so much, let alone the tips he left her, or his continued advances which she brushed off as an accident. Still, she found comfort in his presence when he came in. She grabbed his plate from the heated window, cursing herself as she burnt herself on the warm surface and began to walk towards his table. The evening was a slow one and he was her only customer at the moment, but as the front door opened, she glanced and stiffened at the sight of Alex, he abusive ex-boyfriend. She focused on the task at hand and dropped the food down, gasping when Alex grabbed her arm roughly, causing her to begin to tremble. The looked to her customer and back to Alex, unsure what she should do and tears filled her eyes with her indecision.
He nodded slowly in reply. “Yes. Don’t feel bad -- I understand if you just need a place to relax and cool down for a bit. No problem at all.” His hand quickly brushed over her freckled cheek, trying to get her to relax a little more. “I’ll finish my dessert, and I’ll wait for you afterwards. Deal?” His voice had now gone to a soft whisper, so that it blended into the background noise for everyone else. He didn’t mind talking in public, but some things required a little more discretion.
With that said, Christopher took the time to finish his delicious dessert, though he wasn’t focussing on it as much as he might otherwise have. Whenever she would show herself by walking around in the restaurant, he’d look at her, often smiling. His tongue moved over his lips once or twice while he gazed at her, but whether that was due to the food or the thoughts he was having was hard to tell.
When the restaurant had gotten quieter and was about to close down, he made sure to find her eyes and beckon her to follow him to his car. He was parked not too near the front doors, but not too far away either, so he could keep things in check should her old acquaintance reappear.
Ugh. Why can’t I delete old replies when replying. This is annoying.
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Victoria sighed as she rounded the corner of the diner she worked at, food up for a regular of hers. She wasn’t sure why he frequented so much, let alone the tips he left her, or his continued advances which she brushed off as an accident. Still, she found comfort in his presence when he came in. She grabbed his plate from the heated window, cursing herself as she burnt herself on the warm surface and began to walk towards his table. The evening was a slow one and he was her only customer at the moment, but as the front door opened, she glanced and stiffened at the sight of Alex, he abusive ex-boyfriend. She focused on the task at hand and dropped the food down, gasping when Alex grabbed her arm roughly, causing her to begin to tremble. The looked to her customer and back to Alex, unsure what she should do and tears filled her eyes with her indecision.
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Victoria didn’t know what to do at first and tried to come up with something to say to get Alex to leave, but she’d never been good at that. When she’d moved out, she’d done it while he was at work, and while he’d already been banned from the establishment, the owners were out, leaving her on her own.
Her lips parted in shock when the older man stood up against Alex, who dropped his hold on her arm straight away. She still didn’t know what to say and nearly groaned with displeasure, wishing she could do more. “Okay,” she whispered, moving to stand between them, one hand on Christopher’s chest, the other lifting hesitantly towards Alex. “You should leave,” he tried to sound as stern as her favorite customer had sounded. She waited a beat but then Alex obeyed, moving and grumbled as he moved to the front door.
“He left,” she breathed out, the first real breath since she’d spotted him initially and she turned to look at the other male, realizing her hand was still on his chest, so small compared to his muscular frame. “Sorry,” she whispered, daring to look up at his face.
Christopher didn’t flinch for even a second as the guy stared back up at him. There was no way that he would pose a threat to his confidence. And if need be, he knew he could take him in a fight, easily. When the guy spoke, Christopher raised his eyebrows, as if to say, “You said what?”
And just as he expected, soon he was alone just with the waitress again. It was only at that point that he noticed her small, soft hand on his broad chest. It struck him as odd that he hadn’t noticed that before, but he didn't think much of it. He turned to look at her again after his gaze had followed the guy out of the restaurant, and he offered a warm smile to the brunette. “He did. Don’t be sorry,” he said softly, smiling wider. “You think he’ll follow you after you’re done today?” he asked, genuinely concerned for her.
Then it hit him, though he didn’t let his outside appearance reflect this thought. “If so, you can come with me if you’d like.”
open starter ft. brooke. (all) potential connection: step-parent, sibling (or step-sibling), uncle/aunt, cousin, best friend, siblings s/o, best friends s/o, family friend, someone who she’s babysitting for or working as a maid for, etc.(taboo welcome obviously)
Her particular outfit that day left little to the imagination, a choice she’d made on purpose that morning when she’d gotten dressed. All morning she’d traipsed around half dressed, all but flaunting herself in front of them for her own selfish reasons. Now they found themselves in the kitchen, them sitting at the kitchen island, and Brooke stretching to reach the top shelf while her shorts rode up to show off just enough of her plump cheeks. She knew they were watching, could practically feel their eyes on her as she feigned her little struggle to reach that item on the top shelf of the cabinet.
Christopher looked long at the young girl sweeping his house. It was a good thing his wife wasn’t home, as it was unlikely she’d appreciate what he was doing. His wife would know that the way he danced his tongue over his lips from time to time indicated that he was... appreciating what he was seeing. Still, he tried to be discreet about it, only doing it from a distance at first, and then gradually making his way over closer towards her. It felt like it was now or never.
Walking up behind her as she stretched herself out high, a large, strong hand moved over her hip, and ran down slowly to her bubbly ass cheeks, squeezing it with a soft, low hum. “Did I ever compliment you on your ass before?” he asked in a kind tone, his other hand moving to her shoulder, and then down, caressing her side before ending up cupping one of her breasts. “You know, I’ve always appreciated a girl’s ass more than anything else...” he said, leaning in to talk right into her ear, but not in a whisper: he kept his low, booming tones in his voice as a grin formed on his lips.
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Victoria sighed as she rounded the corner of the diner she worked at, food up for a regular of hers. She wasn’t sure why he frequented so much, let alone the tips he left her, or his continued advances which she brushed off as an accident. Still, she found comfort in his presence when he came in. She grabbed his plate from the heated window, cursing herself as she burnt herself on the warm surface and began to walk towards his table. The evening was a slow one and he was her only customer at the moment, but as the front door opened, she glanced and stiffened at the sight of Alex, he abusive ex-boyfriend. She focused on the task at hand and dropped the food down, gasping when Alex grabbed her arm roughly, causing her to begin to tremble. The looked to her customer and back to Alex, unsure what she should do and tears filled her eyes with her indecision.
Christopher smiled at the young woman as he saw the food being put on his table. He’d dropped into the restaurant by accident a couple of weeks ago, and hadn’t thought much of it at the time. The first glance he got of a cute waitress would change his mind rather quickly. Since then, he made it a habit to go there at least twice a week, hoping to be waited on by the young woman again. At some point it even got so far that he started to ask for her, instead of simply hoping.
While he expected her to turn down any comments he made towards her, what he didn’t expect was the scene that developed out of the blue. Eyes widened as he saw the girl’s arm being grabbed, but his eyes shot back into place when he saw a tear in one of her eyes. It didn’t take long for him to pity the girl. Thus far he’d only seen her as a cute, pretty, young girl, seemingly full of life -- but now, he could see there was more lurking beneath the surface.
The man stood up, turning toward the young guy. He was quite a bit taller, around a foot it seemed -- not to mention how weak the young man looked compared to Christopher. Then a low bass voice sounded,
“Leave it, kid.”
A stern look in his eyes accompanied the sound, staring down into his eyes.
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