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@nosaintz
nosaintz ! private, highly selective & mature roleplay blog featuring various original muses. kink, taboo & problematic topics will appear here. dash only. triggers are not always tagged. minors dni. loved by kristy ( twenty - eight, she / her )
google doc . opposites . plots . open starters . visuals .
“Smile for the camera, sweetheart” while my cock is balls deep down your throat as you drool and tear up for me 💜
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* open to males. plot : in the source . connection : boyfriend's brother. bonus points if they're twins.
with a strained smile aimed at her potential in - laws, camille excuses herself from the table, pretending nothing’s amiss as the hand ( the one that definitely isn’t her boyfriend’s ) slides off her bare thigh when she stands and makes a quick escape to the bathroom. she leaves the door unlocked, fully expecting him to follow after the little stunt he just pulled, and touches up her lipstick in the mirror, trying to steady her trembling hands. as soon as the door opens, camille blurts out, “ what the hell was that? ”
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LILI REINHART attends the "Hal and Harper" Premiere during the 2025 Tribeca Festival
vincent was better than no other man, when it came to lia. his eyes drift down to her cleavage, then down her pretty legs, before settling on her face. most men oogle and tease—vincent was smarter. it's no surprise that many of his followers look up to him. and he hadn't gotten that RESPECT by giving into primal urges willingly. there's a slow BUILD that needs to happen. "of course." he responds, before moving through the chapel and making sure the door (her only exit) is shut and LOCKED tight.
this tactic isn't uncommon for him—especially not when it comes to the women followers. vincent wants them to feel SAFE behind locked doors. that way they can feel safe doing ANYTHING with him. then he approaches her and gently tucks her hair behind her ear, softly adjusting her appearance; everything he looks at MUST be beautiful. "i always have a moment for my children." vincent then SMILES, the iconic one that has been a magnet for new followers—and plastered on the news for those outside the cult.
"come sit." he then motions towards the pews. "what's the problem?" vincent asks, letting his hand rest on her knee, confidently touching her whenever he wanted.
a wave of relief washes over her the moment he kindly agrees to hear her out. with her mother absent, there's truly no one else lia can turn to for guidance in this matter, and she trusts that father ramon won't judge her the way her friends would if she were to confide in them. “ thank you, father. i promise i won't take up too much of your time, ” she breathes, the tension slightly loosening in her chest at the soft click of the lock, granting them a moment of privacy. lia doesn't let herself picture what her father would do if he were to find out about this, as she takes the seat beside father ramon.
“ well, i- it's about my dad… ” her words choke halfway out when the priest’s hand suddenly lands on her bare knee, making her pulse quicken. the brunette isn't used to the touch of another man besides her protective father, yet this surely can't be wrong, right? he is, after all, a man of god. “ he's been very… inappropriate with me lately, and i- i don't know … i'm not sure what to do, father. ”
𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐫 via 𝒕𝒊𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒌 .
little sister who starts dressing like the girls her big brother brings around. short skirts with fishnets, tanktops with no bra, trashy makeup.
big brother who shows his little sister exactly how those kinds of girls get treated by brutally fucking her in the back of his truck.
is it STRANGE to be turned on, a little, by the fact that she bring up raising him? arthur's naughty thoughts seem to be mixed in with more than LUST. it's a strong love that he feels for her, moreso than any other woman he's dated. no one really knows him, like she does. and that fully adds to his ATTRACTION to her. "that sounds like a great idea mom." he responds, then placing his hand on her thigh as if to instruct her to stay sat—he isn't quite done admiring her in this outfit.
his mom was SWEET. she always was. sometimes arthur wonders how he's gotten so corrupted, with her raising him. he figures he could blame his dad. it's hard to not look at his mother like she's a SEXY woman, just waiting to be satisfied... arthur CRAVES owning her—showing her what could happen if she played the nice housewife for him instead.
now his hand gently rubs on her thigh, trying his best to HINT at his interest—like he would with any girl he was trying to hook up with. he shakes his head again. "ma, you're fuckin' HOT." arthur explains, casually reaching for the cover and spreading it open so he can see her chest again. "look at you. dad's a fucking idiot if he isn't eating you out every night—just for looking so good for him." he scoots in closer and gives a gentle nod as if to say: yes, i know what i'm saying.
although her cover is sheer, arthur frowns a little. a dissaproving look as her body is covered by the fabric—as if she's DENYING him of her form. and, as her son, he feels like he's ENTITLED to her form. "i would bring a girl back home to you, but honestly..." athur muses, "there aren't that many nice girls anymore." arthur explains to his mother, patronizing her with a tone that speaks to her like she's the inexperienced one. "i think women of your generation were the last nice girls. you and mrs. beaufort are the only nice women i really know..." arthur teases, letting his hand move DANGEROUSLY higher up her thigh without needing confirmation from his mother—he knows she'd do anything for her baby boy.
giulia can't hide her excitement, her entire face lighting up when he agrees to spend time together. they had always been close, arthur being the only beacon of light in the gloom of her marriage, but since he moved out of the house, their bond has stretched thin by the distance. and though it's understandable that he doesn't need her anymore, a part of her still longs for the days when he did. “ wonderful! i really miss havin' you around, ” giulia admits, pausing as the gentle press of a hand on her bare thigh stops her mid - motion, her pulse fluttering at the subtle trail of his fingertips.
perhaps she could blame the margaritas for letting this inappropriate little transgression happen without so much as a protest, sparing herself the harsher truth — that she desperately yearns for even a sliver of attention, aching to feel like the attractive and desired woman she once was. “ my goodness, arthur! you’ve got such a filthy mouth… ” she blurts, half laughing, half flustered, instinctively swatting her son's hand away to tug the fabric back over her chest. the words eat out leave her cheeks burning, an experience utterly foreign given her husband’s selfish ways, but giulia quickly forces the thought aside, determined not to let it linger too much.
“ oh, blair? ” the brunette lets out a small, amused chuckle at the idea of her best friend being labeled a nice girl. “ she certainly wasn't that nice when we were younger, always dragging me into all sorts of trouble. ” but they balanced each other perfectly, and that's what made them such good friend. the fond memories barely resurface when she realizes just how far his hand has roamed, his fingertips nearly grazing the fabric of her bikini bottoms. “ arthur, w- what… what are you doin'? ”
he watches with a hunger in his eyes as her nimble fingers tug at the intricate lacings of her dress to reveal herself to him, sitting up with interest just as her gown falls around her. the thin garment she has underneath reveals more but not enough for his tastes. the hardened points of her breasts are seen poking through the fabric, and he swallows hard with the need to rasp his tongue over them. his eyes darkened with desire roam back up to her face, where he raises his brows with impatience. "well? continue? when i tell you to undress, i mean all of it." he leans back slightly against the back of the throne, getting comfortable. "and once you are done, you will bring yourself over here to me."
lyra bites back the retort rising like bile in her throat, tasting iron where her teeth press against her tongue, when his command to continue stokes the raging flames of her humiliation. averting her eyes, she eases the straps of her undergarment from her shoulders, the final piece of fabric gathering at her bare feet, leaving her utterly bare in both body and pride. the great hall’s coldness bites mercilessly at her exposed flesh, yet a different heat snakes its way up her body beneath his watchful gaze as she approaches the throne. “ satisfied now? ” lyra breaths out, her voice quivering with a fragile edge.
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 . ( a series of nsfw prompts , separated by quotes & acts . ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme . send “ + REVERSE ” to reverse the prompts )
→ WORDS .
❛ i’m sorry , you don’t enjoy being teased ? . ❜ ❛ you know what i’m waiting for . ❜ ❛ keep your hands where they are . ❜ ❛ i want you to ride [ me / my fingers ] . ❜ ❛ you make the prettiest sounds . ❜ ❛ say please . ❜ ❛ i want to make this last . ❜ ❛ look at me . ❜ ❛ i’m yours , only yours - ❜ ❛ yeah , just like that - ❜ ❛ i’ve barely even started . ❜ ❛ i need you . ❜ ❛ god , shut up and fuck me already ! ❜ ❛ god , yes , [ name ] , don’t stop . ❜ ❛ you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do this . ❜ ❛ who gets to touch you like this ? ❜ ❛ come for me . ❜ ❛ ah , ah - don’t touch . ❜ ❛ brace your hands on the wall . ❜ ❛ could you come like this ? ❜ ❛ please , let me come - ❜ ❛ god , you’re beautiful - ❜ ❛ i’ve been waiting for this all night . ❜ ❛ you’re such a tease . ❜ ❛ take these off . ❜ ❛ i want to feel your [ mouth / fingers ] . ❜ ❛ do you have any idea how good you taste ? ❜ ❛ tell me what you want . ❜ ❛ we shouldn’t - ah , we shouldn’t be doing this . ❜ ❛ faster , [ name ] , i need more . ❜ ❛ is this good ? ❜ ❛ keep your eyes open . ❜ ❛ i can’t wait to find out what else you can do . ❜ ❛ you don’t have to be so gentle . ❜ ❛ i want to hear you beg . ❜ ❛ can i take this off ? ❜ ❛ please , please , please - ❜ ❛ you’re doing so well for me . ❜ ❛ please touch me . ❜ ❛ keep reading , i want to see how long you last . ❜ ❛ i’ll buy you another one . ❜ ❛ say my name . louder . ❜ ❛ i can’t wait any longer . ❜ ❛ you feel so good . ❜ ❛ you’re going to leave a mark - ❜ ❛ touch yourself for me . ❜ ❛ do you deserve it ? ❜ ❛ did i say you could come ? ❜ ❛ i’m so close - ❜ ❛ they’re going to catch us - ❜ ❛ i want you right here . ❜ ❛ we have to be quiet . ❜
→ ACTIONS .
❛ pin . to restrain my muse’s hands during intimacy . ❛ mirror . to have sex with my muse in front of a mirror . ❛ deny . to deny my muse an orgasm . ❛ distance . to have [ phone / video ] sex with my muse . ❛ playlist . to have sex with my muse while music is playing . ❛ paw . to fondle my muse’s [ chest / ass ] . ❛ wall . to pin my muse against a wall . ❛ table . to hoist my muse onto a [ table / counter ] . ❛ clothed . to make my muse come while fully dressed . ❛ finger . to finger my muse . ❛ oral . to give my muse oral . ❛ fervent . to have sex with my muse after a fight . ❛ distraction . to rile my muse up during a film . ❛ mark . to leave marks on my muse [ optional : specify where ] . ❛ tie . to use restraints on my muse during intimacy . ❛ throat . to choke my muse during intimacy . ❛ sparring . for sparring to turn into sex . ❛ toys . to use toys [ vibrator / strap / otherwise ] on my muse . ❛ imagery . to send my muse a risque photo . ❛ drag . to pull my muse closer by a piece of clothing . ❛ tear . to tear a piece of clothing from my muse’s body . ❛ shower . to have sex with my muse in the [ shower / bath ] . ❛ sneaky . to sneak away from a gathering to have sex with my muse . ❛ beg . to make my muse beg . ❛ carnal . to [ scratch / bite ] my muse during intimacy . ❛ preoccupied . to rile my muse up as they [ read / work ] . ❛ jealous . to purposefully make my muse react possessively . ❛ dare . to have sex with my muse based off a dare . ❛ read . to re-enact something from a [ book / show / porn ] with my muse . ❛ collapse . to break a bed during sex with my muse . ❛ caught . to get caught with my muse during sex .
ੈ✩‧₊˚ smutty dialogue prompts
¹⁾ “you heard me. strip.”
²⁾ “let me hear you, baby.”
³⁾ “show me how you want to be touched.”
⁴⁾ “why don’t we film it?”
⁵⁾ “you have no idea how much i want you right now.”
⁶⁾ “i’m going to fuck every last thought out of this pretty little head.”
⁷⁾ “god, you look amazing like this.”
⁸⁾ “let’s put that smart mouth to good use.”
⁹⁾ “you should probably hold on to something.”
¹⁰⁾ “what if someone sees?!”
¹¹⁾ “don’t be afraid, it’s just me.”
¹²⁾ “no underwear?”
¹³⁾ “i could lift up your dress right now, and no one would even notice.”
¹⁴⁾ “since when do friends do things like this?”
¹⁵⁾ “go on, baby. ride my thigh.”
¹⁶⁾ “say that again.”
¹⁷⁾ “let’s give them a real reason to be jealous.”
¹⁸⁾ “don’t worry about the damn clothes, i’ll just buy you new ones.”
¹⁹⁾ “touch me.”
²⁰⁾ “i’m yours.”
²¹⁾ “if you want to come, you’ll have to beg.”
²²⁾ “if i have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”
²³⁾ “did you wear this just for me?”
²⁴⁾ “shush, we can’t have anyone hearing this.”
²⁵⁾ “i’ll buy you whatever the hell you want, so long as you let me take it off you.”
²⁶⁾ “you look so pretty when you’re cumming for me.”
²⁷⁾ “why don’t we use some of your toys?”
²⁸⁾ “i need you. now.”
²⁹⁾ “it’s my thigh or nothing. i’m not lifting a finger to help you get off.”
³⁰⁾ “bite me”.
³¹⁾ “beg for it.”
³²⁾ “people who’re just friends don’t do shit like this, and you know it.”
³³⁾ “stop that, i told you that you can’t leave any marks.”
³⁴⁾ “oh, yeah? you like it when i do that, baby?”
³⁵⁾ “tell me what you want me to do to you.”
³⁶⁾ “i know i said we couldn’t do this anymore, but i need you. please.”
³⁷⁾ “oh, fuck- do that thing with your tongue again.”
³⁸⁾ “wait- what if someone sees?”
³⁹⁾ “i had no idea you were into this.”
⁴⁰⁾ “go on. fuck yourself on my cock/strap/hand.”
⁴¹⁾ “i, uh- i might’ve left a few marks.”
⁴²⁾ “let me give you a reason to stay in bed.”
⁴³⁾ “if you’re worried about people hearing then you’d better stay quiet, hadn’t you?”
⁴⁴⁾ “i like you so much better with my hand around your throat.”
⁴⁵⁾ “what would they think if they could see you now, hm?”
⁴⁶⁾ “poor baby, all fucked out and i’ve barely even touched you.”
⁴⁷⁾ “you heard me. i want you to sit on my face.”
⁴⁸⁾ “you never look better than you do when you’re underneath me.”
⁴⁹⁾ “do you seriously think it’s funny? sending me shit like that while i’m at work?!”
⁵⁰⁾ “you can be a little rougher, y’know. i’m not exactly delicate.”
she'd had no doubt he'd be thorough - not when she'd spent months learning first hand how meticulous the man could be. it left no room for error, and eventually was what led the woman to being so complaint. "oh-" accepting the lighter bag, she blinks down at it in surprise. he'd given her things previously; little rewards for good behavior, but this was a first. casting a glance at the man, a moment passes before she returns to the bed, plopping onto the edge with the bag in her lap. "i - thank you, baby. you know you didn't need to waste money on me. you know i'm happy with just you - right?"
“ nonsense, sweetheart. nothing i spend on you is wasted, ” thomas says, casting her a gentle look over his shoulder as he starts unpacking the groceries. sure, he'd bought her little things here and there — rewards meant to show her the comfort that comes with compliance, but lately, his kindness felt less calculated, as rosalie ceased her efforts to resist altogether. “ and i love spoilin' my favorite girl with pretty things. ” when thomas saw the dress, he instantly knew the brunette would look stunning in it, and a rush of anticipation coursed through him at the thought of her wearing it just for him. “ go on… have a look. ”
DAVID CORENSWET as CLARK KENT
Superman (2025) dir. James Gunn
The masculine urge to win her a big stuffed animal at the fair and make her hump it later
