Muses By Artemis

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[musesbyartemis]

lcstsavage​:

open to: f (younger woc preferred - not interested in overused fcs like riverdale chars)

plot: my muse is regularly sleeping with his son’s girlfriend. can lead to breeding & pregnancy or other depraved kinks.

“maybe i have been thinking about putting a baby in you,” he told her gruffly, largely intimidating hands shooting to the curves of her hips. with his impatient guidance, he drags her down until her sumptuous cunt opens around the burgeoning head of his cock, slick walls gripping that fat girth like a vice. this was a familiar position, having one of his favorite pets on his lap and warming his cock in the middle of his office, without much ability to complain about how rough he was. malcolm took everything he wanted by force, including the girl his son was screwing. “you would still continue to be my little girl, and your relationship with my son wouldn’t end on that note. our deal was that you would please us both, and you’ve been doing a perfect job at that. i just can’t stop thinking of how beautiful you would look carrying my child.”

“Wait...really?” At his comment her eyes snapped up from where she’d been half admiring, half dreading his massive cock as it nudged insistently against her soft pussy. He was in a mood, she could tell, which meant he was going to be particularly rough with her- and her pussy clenched at the thought. “I didn’t think you actually meant it,” she started, thinking back to the other day when he’d held her down and pumped her to the brim with his hot cum, growling in her ear about breeding his little slut. Jade couldn’t remember cumming harder than she had that day, but she’d assumed it was just another lewd fantasy, Malcom had many of them, after all. But to hear that he was actually serious about it? Her train of thought was disrupted when he gripped her thick hips and started forcing her down onto him, her face contorting into a grimace as she tried to accommodate his size. It didn’t matter how many times he’d fucked her balls deep, it always felt like the very first time in the beginning, and the masochist in her lived for it. “you wanna put a baby in me, Daddy?” she asked, her breath hitching as he forced his way deeper inside her, making her gasp loudly. “...fuck.”

[musesbyartemis]

lcstsavage​:

telling him not to rape her only further goaded malcolm, especially when her melted pussy was doing everything but resisting his big meaty fingers. the wet, sticky nectar of her needy fuckhole dribbled down the length of his digits that were able to slide so easily up into her slippery depths. her body wanted him so fucking bad and his responded hungrily in turn- a beast that wouldn’t stop until he’d claimed his bitch for certain. “i know you’ll be a good girl,” he rasped, stroking at her innermost walls with the caress of callused fingertips. fuck, she was perfect. everything from her sweet innocent voice to those needy eyes that begged for mercy drove him into a deeper state of ravenous hunger. maybe he was a cruel man, but there was no guilt in the way he flicked his fingers faster and faster inside of her pussy as she pleaded for him not to do this in front of everyone. “feels like you’re already wet enough for my cock. i’m gonna stretch you out ‘till you fucking scream and cry.” there was nothing malcolm wanted more than to hurt her with his cock. dripping wet fingers slide out of her walls, swiftly grabbing at her panties and forcibly dragging them down her legs. “you don’t need these, princess. show off that pretty pussy, but only daddy gets to rape your holes tonight.” that was certainly a fucking promise. his other free hand undoes his belt buckle, his zipper, tugging out that monstrous length of his. he’s a big man in every sense of the word. hell, his cock was probably a solid ten inches and the width was about as thick as a large man’s wrist. the bald tip of him oozed with a pearl of hot pre-cum, and he groaned lowly in his chest at how heavy his raw need felt already. and this was a different sort of hunger. typically, all a woman had to do was look good and flash some skin to get malcolm rock fucking hard. but delphi was bringing out the side of him that lacked self-control, which was not normal for a dominant man such as him. normally he could tease and hold back his cum, but the thought of raping delphi pushed him to just bury his length inside of her and bang her without restraint. “fucking come here. you’re mine now,” his demands were wickedly harsh as he pulled at her hips, whilst at the same time, angled himself on the sofa to slip his burgeoning cock head against the sloppy folds of her undeniable cunt. guiding his cock with a palm around the middle of his girth, he smeared her juices across his tip, growling lowly at their fluids mixing together already. fuck, that was so good. so hot and messy. “beg me,” he demands, “beg for daddy to rape your pussy.” malcolm knew that she would probably be in shock at first, though that still didn’t cause him to hesitate. sharp, chiseled hips flicked relentlessly into her, so that her slender thighs slapped against his, skin loudly hitting skin, and then the head of his alpha cock would breach those succulent pussy folds. he buried his member fast and hard, inch by thick inch shoving up into that wet warmth, and god was she wet enough to take him- but her hole was still too tiny to receive all of him in one go. he had to force that dick into her, and he definitely went about doing so, hips pushing harder and deeper into her petite frame so that his cock could drive all the way towards that heated womb. “i’m gonna fill you with so much cum and piss, baby. i promise.”

She was going straight to hell for this, she could already tell. She’d never been explicitly religious or anything, but her parents had raised her to be a good girl. And now she was taking that a little too far out of context. “W-Wait, wait, please, this...isn’t a good idea!” she protested desperately- and yet her desperation was also clear in the way her hips jerked forward, her inner thighs already messy with her wetness as his fingers pressed deep inside her. Delphi was already breathless and trembling and he’d barely even done anything to her, her wide, doe-like eyes looking down to where his hand pressed between her thighs. His hand alone was massive, broader than the gap between her soft, pillowy thighs, and she could’ve sworn that two of his fingers were already thicker than anything she’d taken inside her up to that point- which wasn’t much, really, considering her inexperience. The faster he fucked her needy hole with his thick fingers, the higher her dress hiked, and pretty soon Delphi could see for herself the lewd way his fingers disappeared inside her- and she could see the way she’d absolutely drenched his hand. She was mortified. “Please not here, please, Sir!” she begged, almost as if she’d accepted the fate that she wasn’t going to escape him. 

Sure enough, his hand was leaving her a couple moments later, the wet sound audible even over the noise in the room. What was more embarrassing was the absolutely needy whine that left her lips at the loss before she could stop herself. She barely had enough time to sputter over her lost panties, her thighs still splayed wide enough that anyone could’ve looked over and caught sight of the sloppy mess between her legs, before she was completely distracted by Malcolm undoing his pants. “No,” she blurted instantly, a look of genuine fear flashing across her doll-like features at the sheer size of him. “...No, you can’t- you can’t, it won’t fit, please!” she protested, making an attempt to get to her feet- only to realize they were shaking, in fear or desire, she couldn’t quite figure out. Probably both. In a flash, he was yanking her closer, and Delphi had no hope of resisting it. “Please, please,” she begged, struggling in his grasp as the massive head prodded between her thighs impatiently. She should have been horrified, and she was, but she was also unbelievably turned on, tears welling in her eyes. Delphi didn’t have the time to suck in a breath before he ramming himself inside of her, forcing himself deeper into her impossible tightness with each thrust- and it felt like he was literally splitting her in half. She let out a cry loud enough to draw some attention, her face pinched in what might’ve been the worst pain she’d ever experienced. And she was coming. Harder than she ever had before. “Please!” she gasped, nearly breathless now, and she couldn’t have been sure at that point if she was begging him to stop or keep going. “P-Please- Pleasepleaseplease!”

[musesbyartemis]

lcstsavage​:

open to: f

plot: public sex at a haunted house event anyone?

“i was just kidding with you, babe!” jacob chuckled as he lowered the fake knife in hand, tugging down his black hood that made up his grim reaper costume. he’d invited his girlfriend out for a ‘surprise’ but had clearly taken spooking her out too far. not meaning any harm, he stooped down to plant an adoring kiss on her cheek. “it’s halloween, you gotta get scared at least once.” screams echoed loudly from the neighboring hallways, and the part of the basement jacob was in with his girlfriend was especially dark and removed from all the extra noise. which was exactly why he wanted to lure her down here. “let me show you how much i love you in your cute little costume, princess.”

“Babe! Oh my god, I think I’m having a heart attack. I honestly thought I was about to die.” Hands still clasped over her heaving chest, Aria shot her boyfriend a playful pout that dissolved into a breathless laugh as she scurried over to his side. When he’d whispered in her ear to sneak off and meet him in the basement for a surprise she’d been hoping for...something a little different, so it was safe to say she was thoroughly taken off guard. “What, this old thing?” she asked as she leaned in close, a coy little smile on her lips as she smoothed a hand over her admittedly skimpy costume. So what if she chose it specifically because she knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her in it? “I’m glad you like it, Daddy, but wait until you see what I’ve got on underneath.” 

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lcstsavage​:

“well that’s certainly unfortunate,” malcolm mused with fake empathy, still caressing the warmth of her thigh until he reached the inner area, beneath her dress, that was searing with a radiant heat. he knew that it was the heat that her succulent pussy was giving off, and already couldn’t wait to sink his cock into the gushy pool of slickness. wanted to rape her until the innocent babbling diminished into raw moans of pleasure- if there was any older man who could make a pretty young thing devolve into a basic slave for his cock, it was malcolm. his fantasies usually centered himself pinning down someone lovely and petite, and making her take his alpha cock until she went from begging him to stop to actually begging him for more. “it seems you don’t understand the rules of his place, even if you were tricked into coming here by your friend. when a man like me approaches a sexy girl like you? you can’t simply tell me no.” handsome lips curl wickedly, his long fingers driving towards the cloth of her panties until he discovered her hot liquid center. could feel her continue to burn with warmth through the panties as he started slowly rubbing her there, larger frame leaning down into her, his heavy chest bumping against her in order to silently let her know that she’d met her physical match. “shit, are you sure you don’t get off on watching others have their fun? because it feels as though you’re getting wet under there.” rubs her harder between her legs, his voice a deep rasp against her ear. he swore that he would feel those panties growing damp the more he teased her through the material. “i’m malcolm. malcolm gray,” his voice went softer, huskier as he kissed her behind her ear, forming a trail of kisses that would dot all the way down her smooth throat. being so close to her, he could hear the nervous quivering of her breaths, and he loved that. nothing got his cock harder than being the predator. “have you ever thought about rape, my dear?” he cooed, curious and because he could feel his cock throbbing behind the zipper of his trousers whenever he spoke about it. just to encourage her, malcolm forced his hand into her panties, letting the skirt of her dress hike up well above her hips. “because that’s what i’m going to do to you, and whoever wants to watch will get the chance to enjoy it. does that sound pleasurable to you?” he lifted his head from her neck, lips hovering close to hers whilst he finally drove two thick fingers between her tender caramel brown pussy lips- those beautiful fucking lips that spread so easily for his aggressive touch until he could sink those fingers in real deep.

Delphi wondered if this was some sort of divine intervention. How was it that, just last week, she was drunkenly admitting to Charlie that she was having all these lewd fantasies of being forced to submit, used like nothing more than a pretty little sex doll by someone who knew exactly how to make her cry for mercy and beg for more all at once. And now here was a guy who quite literally could’ve stepped right out of those fantasies of hers, wanting to do to her exactly what she’d been secretly wanting herself. All she could do for a moment was gape at him, doe-eyes open wide, plump lips falling open in surprise, even as she felt her panties slowly getting damp. “B-But I don’t...I don’t want to um- oh my god,” she gasped abruptly when his thick fingers brushed up against her panties, her fingers digging into the edge of the couch cushions. Hearing him call her out on being wet was humiliating, but it was even more humiliating to realize that it turned her on. “No! No, I mean, it’s not that- I’m not, I’m not watching or anything, I’m not a voyeur!” she insisted, and she was at least telling the truth that the current state of her panties didn’t have much to do with everyone else in the room. It did have everything to do with the powerful man pressed up against her with his hand up her dress though. Delphi knew, logically, that she should put a stop to this. He was a literal stranger and just looking at him told her she’d need to rearrange some organs to take what he was surely hiding under those expensive slacks. And yet she didn’t do anything to stop him, probably couldn’t even if she wanted to. Malcom looked like the kind of man who could hold her down and use her as he wished without even breaking a sweat, how could she deny him anything? 

“R-Rape?” she repeated, her voice so husky and obviously full of desire that she had the grace to blush again. “Of course not, that’s not- you...you can’t,” she protested weakly, but then his thick fingers were shoving deep inside her, and she was so wet there was absolutely no resistance even despite the stretch. “You...you can’t,” she repeated meekly, but the sentiment was lost with the way she spread her legs a little wider, her dark nipples peaking through the thin fabric of her dress. She knew he wouldn’t stop, knew he’d take from her what she wanted, regardless of how she struggled and protested, she knew he’d rape her, in front of all these people. Her messy little pussy clenched around his thick fingers at the thought. “...Please don’t,” she whispered, looking up at him with glassy eyes, subconsciously leaning closer to his intoxicating lips, “I’ll- I’ll be a good girl, I promise, just- please don’t. Not here.” 

@lcstsavage​

[musesbyartemis]

lcstsavage​:

@musesbyartemis​

at nearly fifty years old, and sporting a professional suit made of some divinely expensive charcoal-colored fabric, malcolm gray’s presence at the club alerted the curious, younger women of the crowd. he was used to the fuck me eyes that they would shoot at him, more often than not silently begging for him to shove through the lesser men in attendance, and mount them and fuck them like the breeding toys they desired to be. there were nights that malcolm didn’t mind the come-hither stares, or the orgies that he would find himself forcing his way into when he was feeling particularly demanding. however, his most pressing kink was that of taking a woman who told him no. one who pushed or fought against him even, who couldn’t handle the sheer size of his well over six feet frame, or the thick heaviness of his monster cock. that was the kind of woman that was the most fun to him, and he found her huddled into some corner, unwilling to participate in the groups of individuals having wild animal sex- which wasn’t necessarily against the rules, some preferred watching. but that was who malcolm would take advantage of this evening, as he joined her on the red velvet loveseat she was awkwardly seated upon, his big rugged hand landing against her thigh. he stroked upwards until his hand disappeared beneath her skirt, a hungered glint in his eyes though he wasn’t smiling or nice about his caressing on her. “there’s no need to be be shy in a place like this,” he reassured her in a low, cooing tone as smooth and rich as melted chocolate. already his rough hand grabbed her between her thighs, squeezing at her pussy. “just sitting here all alone and pretty will get you raped, kitten. unless that’s what you’re waiting for? a daddy to rape you with some big monster cock?”

It was a mistake, a huge fucking mistake, and she could only really blame herself for opening her big, stupid mouth to tell her so called best friend that she’d been having some...interesting fantasies lately. Delphi had just chalked it up to her not having been laid in far too long, added to the stress of being in University, but Charlie had insisted that she couldn’t just leave it alone. The other girl definitely knew Delphi well enough to keep their final destination for the night a secret, because she definitely wouldn’t have even stepped foot out of their dorm if she’d known. The second they’d gotten there, Charlie had thrown her to the wolves, abandoning her and disappearing to pursue her own fun. And so Delphi scurried about like a lost mouse, trying to stay out of everyone’s way, lest she accidently brush up against a naked body part- weren’t these people embarrassed? More power to them, of course, she didn’t want to judge, but the concept of being so sexually liberated was...very foreign to her. It was probably why she was having those twisted fantasies in the first place, maybe she really did need to get laid. 

Delphi was hunched over her phone, calling Charlie for the millionth time, so when she felt a hand slide onto her thigh, bared by the short hem of the dress her friend had foisted on her, she nearly jumped out of her skin. “Oh! Oh. Um. Hello?” she started with a nervous little laugh as she tried to subtly inch away from him- he might’ve been the most handsome guy she’d seen in a long time, but that didn’t do much to quell the apprehension. “I’m not- I’m here by accident,” she blurted, having a habit of rambling when she got nervous- and the more the mysterious man spoke, the more nervous she got. “My friend, her name’s Charlie, she’s here. Somewhere. She’s blonde, really hot, or so I hear. This is her dress, and you know, her place. I mean, she brought me to this place. And then she left me. But I’m not- I’m not uh, here to...partake? I think this is supposed to be more like...exposure therapy or something. I don’t think it’s working- but also, hi my name is Delphi and I think you might be mistaking me for someone you know...?” 

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midnightzaddies​:

Gregory seized the moment it took for his student to shut the door to minimize his email inbox with the intention of giving her his undivided attention. Since she was one of the few who bothered to turn up at his office hours, he figured that it was only fair. Plus, he was starting to grow fond of her company. She was smart, had a charming disposition and was obviously pleasant to look at; a little favoritism was bound to sprout. “I am–” Gregory glimpsed the young woman’s smooth thighs as she made herself comfortable “–doing better by the second.”   

“Interesting? I think you’re just about the only person in your age demographic who finds what I have to say remotely interesting,” he chuckled, knowing that finance wasn’t a fascinating topic for most people, especially the younger crowd. Gregory tilted his head, watching yet again as Delphi nibbled the tip of her pencil eraser. “Sure.” He nodded, getting up from his desk to grab the spare chair next to Delphi so that they could look at her notes together. Gregory stroked his beard as he skimmed the page to see where Delphi was going wrong. The lecture had focused on asset allocation and  diversification of investments. “Okay, so risk tolerance – basically how well you can handle the roller coaster of your investments rising and falling in value over time. If you’re able to diversify successfully you can better manage the risk. But generally young people, like you, have a much higher risk tolerance than an old man like me because they have a longer span of time to accumulate and recuperate wealth even if an investment or two goes south,” he teased. “Essentially, you can afford to be more aggressive.”   @musesbyartemis​

Holding her pencil between her teeth, Delphi crossed her legs, the hem of her skirt riding up a little higher as she tugged her patterned socks higher. Her head was angled towards him as he sat beside her, and she didn’t hesitate to scoot her chair closer to his so they could both look over her notes. She was a smart girl, but sometimes it took a second for her to get everything straight in her head- Gregory was always really good with helping her do just that. One session with him and things were making perfect sense- she definitely attributed her success in the class to how much time he was willing to spend with her one on one. And if she was telling the truth, it sure did make her feel special, even if he was only doing his job. 

“Ah, okay, that makes sense,” she hummed, tapping the end of her pencil against her lower lip before scribbling some notes down. “And you’re not an old man, Professor,” she couldn’t help but add, playfully nudging his shoulder. “At least, you don’t look it- how old are you?” Delphi found herself asking before she could stop herself- she always did have a hard time censoring what she said. She thought something, and it was instantly coming out of her mouth. “I’m sorry, was that inappropriate?” she backtracked quickly, a slight blush on her cheeks as she sat up straighter, “you don’t have to answer that, don’t mind me. So will this stuff be on the quiz at the end of the week?” 

[musesbyartemis]

roughxsouls​:

Though he trailed very close behind his tiny blonde companion, he’d offer a warm goodbye to the familiar old man behind the front counter. Dominic spent a great deal of time here when he was younger, whether he was hanging out with others, or spending some time alone with Jordyn. Once outside, he would eye her curiously while she stretched out only to shake his head slightly at her apology. She had nothing to be sorry about — if he had been working late nights as a nurse, he too would’ve been in need of some restful time off, so he couldn’t blame her. “Nah, I get it.”

“Why do they have you doing overnight shifts?” He questioned, protective by nature while he walked with her, his gait a leisured one. “They’re giving you a choice, right?” While he walks on the outside of the sidewalk, he would occasionally look over the familiar surroundings before settling his eyes back on her. 

“Apparently it’s part of the learning experience,” she chuckled, running a hand through her messy hair before tying it up in a loose bun as they started down the sidewalk. She had to admit, it was nice having him back, they used to walk down these streets together all the time as kids. Sure, some things were different from back then, but the feeling was the same, at least. 

The walk to the hospital didn’t take long at all, and the two of them fell into easy conversation the whole way there. Turning to face him, Jordyn tipped her head back to give him a little smile. “So uh...are you planning on staying in town for long or...?” she trailed off, not wanting to make any assumptions. He’d left once, to pursue bigger and better things, he always was to big for their little town- and she was proud of him for realizing it, even though it broke her heart to see him go. 

[musesbyartemis]

roughxsouls​:

“Yeah, that’s what I said.” Tyler prodded, his demeanor smooth when he watched her stomp off to stew in her anger no doubt. He would likely enjoy himself here in the estate as he definitely had more than enough space to get comfortable The man happily settled down inside an empty room not too far away from her own, a reasonably packed duffel bag already waiting for him at the foot of his bed.

Though he wanted nothing more than to unwind here, he still wanted to provide the illusion that he was here to protect while he roamed the halls looking for something to keep him busy for a little while. He’d happen upon a door that led outside, the sight of Rosalia getting comfortable in a hot tub catching his eye for a moment. When he stepped outside, he’d smile for a moment at her words. “Or what?”

“Or I’ll sacrifice my 600$ pedicure and shove my foot up your fuckin’ ass,” she snapped back childishly, glowering at him from across the hot tub. Rosalia didn’t care that she was naked in there, but she was all riled up, and she wanted nothing more than to be rid of the insufferable man. She was used to getting her way, and she was used to everyone fawning over her feet, so she hated that Tyler could push her buttons the way he did. 

“What are you even doing here? Are you some sort of fucking pervert? Trying to sneak a peek or some shit?” Rosalia huffed and sunk a little lower in the hot water, arms crossed over her chest. “Go away, I don’t want to see your face for the rest of the night.” 

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shadowxofxthexday​:

“I bet she is.” Was all Logan could really muster. He was no father or parent himself, so he really wouldn’t know. Maybe if he and Katana would actually grow up and commit to each other than maybe they could’ve had that life. They still could but that was a subject they both were cautious to talk about. 

It was too late for Katana to refuse his offer and she knew it. Logan was already ready and she knew he was right. It would be safer if he had gone along with her. “Work is going pretty well.” He started to say as he talked beside her. He hoped she was talking about his so-called ‘day job’. Because he did gave her very little info on his side job. “We have a new guy who does decal and he’s pretty good. We’re definitely getting more customers.”

As always, being around Logan post-break up was a challenge for her, and sometimes she wondered if she’d ever be able to completely get over him. She had no one to blame but herself, of course, because all she really had to do was stick to her guns and cut him out- but running into him in town made that hard, and as much as Kat hated to admit it, he was like a drug that she just couldn’t quit. Being so close to him, just an arm’s reach away as they walked together down the dark, empty street, was enough to have her skin crawling with the desire to just hold his hand. 

“That’s good,” she nodded as he spoke, tucking her hands into the pockets of her high waisted shorts as if it’d help her resist the temptation. “You’re still working at the same place, I assume?” she asked, though she probably already knew the answer. Before he could answer, her phone buzzed, and she of course checked it instantly, in case it was Hana or Ren- but then she saw the name of the guy she’d been attempting to see casually since she and Logan last broke up and quickly declined the call, hoping Logan hadn’t noticed. She’d been ignoring the other man for a couple days now, clearly he was checking in. “So uh, do you know the people throwing the party?” she asked, if only to distract from the call. 

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roughxsouls​:

His hand was large in comparison to Jordyn’s, easily offering it up as she squeezed excitedly. He licked his lips, glancing for a moment around the small coffee shop as he laughed at just how easy it still was for her to lift his mood even further. “Thanks, Jordy.” He’d put both of his eyes back on her, digits interlocking smoothly with her own although he moved his thumbs underneath the hem of her top to hook loosely into the waistband of her scrubs as he pulled her in closer for another brief hug. “When do you have to be back at the hospital?”

Dominic released her just so he could straighten up a little bit and go grab his book. “I’m gonna walk you back.” He insisted easily, dropping his things inside of his bag so he could turn back to her and sling the pack over his shoulder. 

Dom had always been the physical type, he’d been that way since they were kids, never hesitating before hauling her over his shoulder or dropping his arm around her as they walked through the halls, she was used to it. Only, she wasn’t quite used to the way her heart fluttered when his fingertips lightly brushed against the bare skin of her side as he tugged her closer. But it was just a hug, and Dom sure did love giving those, clearly she was just...tired. Or something. 

Still, Jordyn had to admit that she enjoyed the feel of his arms wrapped securely around her, just as much as she had all those years ago- maybe even more, if she was being honest, she’d really missed him. And seeing him again just brought back all the old memories they’d shared. “O-Oh, Dom, you don’t have to do that,” she started to protest, but he was already packing his things, and Jordyn had always been horrible at telling him no. “I’ve got about fifteen minutes before my break’s over,” she relented with a little smile, shaking her head as she led the way to the door and out. Just as Dom joined her outside, Jordyn stifled a yawn as she stretched from side to side. “Sorry- I’m just as bad at pulling all nighters now as I was then,” she joked, running a hand through her pale hair. “The twelve hour over night shifts are definitely my least favourite.”