Our Business Is Your Pleasure

[[A wild occilation between personal posts and musings and erotic smut // 27 year-old Aro/Ace and no clue what I’m doing // No Minors/+18 Content]]

[ofdarkestdesires]

Writing Announcement

So Dumblr fucking hates my Open RP Starters

Honestly, I can’t be too mad since a lot of my starters do include sexual themes right out the get-go, or show women in very sexual designs and positions…or just show women…and someone decided immediately that that makes it sexual…

Anyways, going forward, all starters will be pre-tagged as mature and sexual, and I will NOT be continuing RPs through the starter itself. Instead, the starter will only be used to gather and collect the first response from other RPers, and the RP itself will be relegated to a separate post disconnected from the Starter. That way we no longer have Tumblr shutting down my RPs.

Important Links:

Rules of OfDarkestDesires List of OC Muses List of Canon Muses List of Open Starters OfDarkest's Patreon

[americanairliines-deactivated20]

Old hag by *veprikov

Being a witch is not the highest paid job in the world.

[nonimaginaryfriend]

I JUST WANT HER TO GET HER PRETTY PURPLE HAT AND BE HAPPY

[themc4s]

I would kill for a companion piece to this, where she gets her hat..

[zeebardbaird]

Im sobbing.

[mommakankri]

no seriously why hasn’t any replied to this image with a picture of her in the pretty hat c’mon tumblr please

[plintoon-reblogs]

Well it’s not much, but here’s a comic: 

Enjoy!

[mommakankri]

DEAD

[oldfrax]

Reblog every one of these happy end comics I don’t even care

[alex-guerin]

The fact that it’s Spooky Time again and I’ve not seen this post so had to go back through my archives to find it, is hurtful. 

[ofdarkestdesires]

I will never not reblog this

[ofdarkestdesires]

Jaune opened to the door to his teams room, looking for some well-deserved rest after a good training session. He was more than a little surprised to see a woman with short dark hair there. "Hello, can I help you?" He couldn't quite place it, but something about the green garbed woman seemed familiar.

The girl turned with a start as she heard his voice, bright pink eyes wide with surprise for a flash of a moment, before her expression smoothed into a relaxed—if not relieved—smile. "Perhaps you can—I seem to be a bit mixed up, I was told this would be my dorm while me and my team are here for the tournament, but it seems like this is someone else's—I don't see any of their belongings here."

[ofdarkestdesires]

“Honestly, I don’t think I could go search at the moment,” Jade replied, her legs seeming to shake a bit, clearly still a bit overwhelmed with this. With a small sigh, the slender beauty dropped onto the nearby bed, her hands resting behind her and causing her chest to pop out a bit. “I hope you don’t mind if I rest here for a bit—this is all just so much…”

[ask-jaune-npr]

"Thays perfectly understandable." Jaune was about to say that was his bed she was laying on, but decided agsisnt it. "Do you need or want tot all about or would you prefer to keep quiet?"

[ofdarkestdesires]

Jade shook her head, offering a meek and gentle smile to the handsome blonde who looked down at her so kindly. “No, I…I think I need to talk through it. This is all just so much…” She then smiled and scooted down on the bed, patting the spot beside her for him to join.

[ask-jaune-npr]

Jaune took the seat on his bed and did his best not to realize he had a very attractive woman on his bed. "Ren never really explained what happened, but Pyrrha and I had our theories. Their....your home got attacked by grim, and everyone scattered to the wind. He and Nora looked out for each other."

[ofdarkestdesires]

Jade nodded, sighing as she kept herself as composed as she could. "Yes. Our village...we weren't protected from Grimm, not by Huntsmen, just regular hunters and town guards. When the attack happened, it seemed to come out of nowhere." Her gaze dropped to her lap, hands slowly clenching into small fists on her thighs. "I was out in the street when they attacked, and watched our home leveled to the ground with Ren and our mother inside. My father told me to run, and I did—when I looked back, he was gone. It was all gone..."

[ofdarkestdesires]

"You wanted to see me Ms. Schnee?" Jaune was still getting used to being in Atlas and even more so around Weiss' family. The blonde figured he should show the Schnee matriarch proper respect especially after everything that had happened with her husband.

“Oh, Mr. Arc.” Willow looked up from the book she’d been reading with a faint smile, surprised the young man had shown up so quickly. She set the book to the side and stood from her seat, slowly approaching him. “I’m glad you could make it—how are you enjoying your time in Atlas?”

[ask-jaune-npr]

Jaune blushed a little more at the praise. "Yeah, I know they've been watching me, but more often I feel like a piece of steak and they're a pack of hungry wolves if you get my meaning. I'm not intonthe random hookup scene either. I'd like to know a patron for more than a few hours before possibly hopping into bed with them."

[ofdarkestdesires]

“And how do you expect to get to know someone for more than a few hours if you never even just ask them out on a date?” Willow asked, and though her tone was a bit mocking, there was a note of concern in her eyes. She had been intending on throwing herself at the young man, but the more he spoke, the more she grew worried.

[ask-jaune-npr]

Jaune just shrugged. "I don't know, the whole getting to know someone part is always rough and there's little time to really do that with us running around all over the place. Ideally it'd be with someone I already know and knows me."

[ofdarkestdesires]

Willow nodded slowly, before taking his hand in hers. “Well then, if you’d be more comfortable with someone you know, I wouldn’t mind if you took me out for a night.” She flashed him a playful smile as she did.

[ask-jaune-npr]

aune;'s face went red as he heard her offer. "A date with you?"He deeply respected Willow in how she raised two great daughters and an okay son but there was room for improvement on his part. "I-I suppose I could, but I'm surprised you'd want to go out to dinner with me."

[ofdarkestdesires]

“Well it has been quite some time since I’ve gone out,” Willow replied, carefully sidestepping the clearly expressed self-deprecation from the young man before her, “and from all I’ve heard from Weiss, you are an incredibly charming and kind young man—a far cry from the bastard I’ve been stuck dealing with for the past three decades.”

[ask-jaune-npr]

He had to agree he was A LOT better than Jaque, then against that wasn't too hard to do. "Likewise, it been a long time since I've had a chance to just relax. I'm surprised Weiss admitted all that."

[ofdarkestdesires]

Willow laughed softly, and offered the blonde a sly smile. "I might've had to...coerce that bit out of her, and I'm sure she'll let me have it for letting you know, but that can wait until after our night out." She then took Jaune's arm in hers and began leading to the front entrance of the manor to lead him out. "Now then, shall we?"

[ofdarkestdesires]

Leo sighed as he took a seat at the local tavern, ordering an ale as he set his jacket on the seat behind him. Being a traveling adventurer was hard work. Fortunately for him he always could find a tavern to relax in. Hopefully tonight he'd find some company to help him unwind as well, especially if said company was a skilled massuese who could help ease a knot he'd had in his back since that confrontation with the owlbear not long ago...

(Leo Cole [Barbarian/Druid multiclass] X Fem! Jaerik RP Prompt from @the-blackbird-roleplays)

@the-blackbird-roleplays

As the barbarian quietly yearned for the tender touch of a skilled hand, the door of the tavern swung open once more, and those that looked up immediately found themselves mesmerized by the figure that walked in. A short, petite woman barely more than five-foot-three, her figure was an immaculate hourglass, with the deep v cut of her tunic barely containing her voluptuous chest.

Jaerik smirked as she felt the eyes on her, the Changeling woman causally flipping her opalescent hair over her shoulder—a small sparkle of glitter-like fairy dust drifting on the breeze behind her as she made her way up to the bar, leaning over for the barkeep’s attention, and letting the round curve of her ass pop out behind her.

[ofdarkestdesires]

"Such bold words from a man groaning over a sore back~" Jaerik taunted in reply, smirking as she playfully prodded at him. A little playful goading never hurt anyone—at least not in a way that they absolutely deserved, and she absolutely deserved to be brutally plowed into the floor. She smirked, and rolled her hands firmly over his back, while subtly gyrating her hips against his.

[the-blackbird-roleplays]

"Don't be cheeky, Jaerik. It's your magic fingers squeezing those noises out of me." Leo protested, glaring over his shoulder at her with a look that said she was in trouble the moment she was done curing his back.

"And save the lapdance for when you've got my cock against your core. I want to feel those dancer's hips gyrating when I'm bullying your womb."

[ofdarkestdesires]

“I’m just getting you warmed up~” Jaerik purred, the heel of her palms pressing firmly into his back and dragging down slowly—she could feel his muscles loosening, the knots coming undone, and knew she was only moments away from being brutalized into the bed. A beat later, she smirked as she added, “After all, I need to give you all the help you need to fuck me like I need~”

[the-blackbird-roleplays]

Leo groaned softly, bighting back some more embarrassingly fervent noises as he felt Jaerik's hands work her magic. Honestly, if her raw sensuality wasn't already a good enough reason to try and claim her, whatever she was doing to him now was all the reason he needed. He smirked softly, having felt the effects of the Owlbear's backhand worn off ages ago and merely biding his time until he found the exact... Right... Moment.

With a roar, Leo moved swiftly and rolled hard, pivoting like an alligator's death roll as he pitched and slammed Jaerik into the mattress, his own hard roll landing him on top of her with his eyes on hers and the devil's own smirk on his lips.

"Consider me... Unseasonably warm, Jaerik." He grinned, gripping the hem of her trousers and pulling them up just enough to expose her core and ass to him, leaving them bunched up at her knees as he pushed forward and folded the beautiful woman in half, his throbbing cockhead pressing into her entrance as he growled deeply.

"Say please~"

[ofdarkestdesires]

The shrill delighted squeal that ripped out of Jaerik as she was flipped and folded filled the small tavern room, and her eyes gleamed with desire as she saw his cock smack down between her legs and grind against her eager folds. She bit at her lip, arching back against the soft mattress under her, and stared deep into the savage barbarian's eyes as she lifted her hips to grind against him. "Please, Leo~ shove that fat dick into me and fuck me until I lose my mind~"

[ofdarkestdesires]

Open RP Starter: A Roll in the Hay

Sometime before the start of Campaign 3…

"Ah was startin' t'wonder if yeh were gonna show 'r not~"

The charming twang of Imogen's voice rang through the barn, the lilac-haired sorceress blushing softly as she glanced towards the large barn doors on the other end. To be honest, she still couldn't believe she was actually doing this—not just meeting up in her father's barn while he was out on business, but meeting up...while she was stark naked and laying on a large hay bale like a pin-up model in one of the raunchy books he kept hidden in his bedroom.

It was something that she never would've done before...but she'd been getting a lot more bold recently, all thanks to them. She blushed at the thought, and flashed a playful smirk as they stepped closer, one of her legs swinging back and forth behind her. "Well, what d'ya think~?"

[ofdarkestdesires]

Imogen blushed at Darli's compliments, her fingers continuing to gently stroke up and down the slithering shaft. "Ah'm glad yeh like it~" she softly cooed, and returned her lips to kiss along the shaft, a faint giggle escaping her as the head seemed to peck at her cheek as well. She bit her lip, making her way back to the head, and parted her lips, tongue rolling out, as she leaned in—almost as if to make out with the eager and alien shaft.

[a-fantastic-time]

The petals clamped down, as if allowing her to get as much surface area as she liked with tongue. Only to press together and push back against her lips. It then changed its shape to a more pointed one. Pushing past her lips and slithering into her mouth. "I think this shape would be best hon. Just enjoy yourself, and let Darli give you a good time." She winked down and gently began pumping her hips. Going slow so not to overwhelm her, the second shaft slithering down and poking in between Imogen's plentiful cleavage.

[ofdarkestdesires]

Imogen moaned at the request but immediately nodded, her body submitting to the steady roll of Darli's hips towards her face, her throat slowly opening up for her as the thick slithering shaft began to thrust into her. She moaned, feeling the second slither across her skin, and her hands immediately dropped to her own breasts, cupping and lifting them to stroke and pump along the throbbing length.

[a-fantastic-time]

"Ahh~ Yes! Finally a woman who knows what to do with me. You have no idea how many woman have no idea what to do with two dicks." She grinned looking down at the purple haired farm girl. Slowly speeding up once she realized that Imogen could take more. Soon letting her lips wrap around and kiss the base of her shafts. While the other wriggle around inside her cleavage, the petals of the tip spreading out underneath her breasts.

[ofdarkestdesires]

Imogen hummed and moaned in agreement, and her eyes fluttered shut as she nuzzled down into the base, her throat eagerly flexing around the thick cock. They don’ know what they’re missin’~ she thought, and her fingers continued to tease and grope at her own breasts as she pumped them even more eagerly up and down on the Dragonborn’s shaft—a lustful passion overtaking her.

[ofdarkestdesires]

The new blog has been made. For RP purposes, we now have @asexxxualerotica , and for D&D based writing, we have @depravedndungeons . Follows back from those will be coming through the new main blog, @asexxxualauthor

As this is a fresh start, most of the old RP threads will not be continued. I would like to request a limit of two threads per person—you can message me about which threads you most like to continue, and with some additional convincing, I may allow an additional.

Also, I am open to suggestions of what the inaugural starter for the new blog should be.

@freeusemuses @itashiro-hitsuchiha @ultimategamernerd @firebluevixen @delugedecade @siiinfully @ask-jaune-npr @askkagethevizard @crimsonbeowolf @cursetopia @house-of-warriors @lightdragonslayer @tokufan400 @blackbirds-fallen-angel @animalsofmagic @thelastvoidwalker @the-plagueis-crew @night-stalker-joe @spiderben2011 @mysticjourneys @megareader93-aka-composcreator @jackswonderfulmishaps @jamesmortimerr @a-fantastic-time @pokefreaks-resurrection @a-den-of-demons @braith-eisen-isms

[ofdarkestdesires]

Open RP Starter: A Hellish Fate

Keyleth gasped and jerked, tugging helplessly at the chains that held her bound and powerless. Her cheeks flared with a blush as she felt all the eyes on her—the leering gazes dragging up and down her naked form. It was horrible, and she wanted so badly to escape, even knowing that there was no way in hell she could.

Vox Machina’s trip to the Hells could not have gone worst—the fiends had torn through the adventurers like they were nothing, forcing them to turn and flee back to their own world in a harried rush. A rush that saw Keyleth get knocked back and left behind, helpless to the devils that descended on her.

And now, she stood here, quivering under the dozens of gazes, to be sold as a slave to the highest bidder. What a sorry fate for the future leader of the Ashari.

(Demons/Devils/Inhuman muses preferred, go nuts~)

[ofdarkestdesires]

Keyleth's whole body shuddered as she felt his thick, hot cum pump down her throat, and she eagerly swallowed it all. While she would love to be showered in his load, to feel his hot infernal seed leave its mark on her body, she wanted to still be presentable when she was tricking her friends into becoming her master's slaves, too. "Mmm~ you should go for Vex~ mm, she's so worth it~"

[a-den-of-demons]

Setsuna cupped her chin, and nodded, "Then get dressed. I trust you have a way to contact your friends once we get back to the material plane?" He very much wanted to keep going, but that was a good way to wake up. And once she was dressed, he guided her to a portal, leading them to the material plane, outside the city of Whitestone.

[ofdarkestdesires]

The gorgeous half-elf nodded as he pulled back, her whole body tingling with excitement for what they were about to do. "Oh yes, don't worry—I have a way to reach out." Without hesitation, she stood and approached the outfit, a delighted smile spreading across her face as she now looked every bit the sexy slave she was always meant to be. She flashed him a smirk, strutting up to his side, and let him lead her out.

Once they had returned to the Material Plane, she reached out into the skein of the world, murmuring softly a few words. "Vex, it's me—Keyleth! I made it back—in the forest, please come! Don't bring the others—there's so much I need to tell you."

Barely a moment later, she smirked as she heard the reply come rushing in. Keyleth?! Oh Keyleth, thank the gods! I'll be right out—don't go anywhere! Oh, I'm so grateful that you made it out in one piece!

[a-den-of-demons]

Setsuna looked at Keyleth as she finished her communication, “So, what filthy act do you want your friend to see as she finds you?” He had ideas, but seeing Keyleth corrupt her own friend was more fun. He looked over her body, wanting every part of it as he casually groped her.

[ofdarkestdesires]

Keyleth bit her lip at his tone, her emerald eyes flashing with desire as she turned back to him. Her hand dropped and dragged across his chest to rest on his bulge, and she leaned close to kiss him deeply before she replied. “Pin me to the nearest tree and make love to me, Master~ I want Vex to see the passion and lust we share~”

[no-more-tales-tavern]

Some like it rough, pt 2 4D

Orihime, despite presenting herself as kind and soft, secretly craved when men used her as a toy, like a slut. And when she brought home a goliath lover that night, she got exactly what she wanted.

Some Like it Rough v2: 4D

"Fuck yes~! Harder, baby—oh, fuck, smack me 'til I bruise~!"

It was strange hearing such debaucherous and degrading language falling from the face of someone so kind and innocent, but if there was one thing Tormund had learned over the course of the evening, it was that looks could be deceiving—and Orihime Inoue's sweet, soft, angelic appearance hid so much depravity, he was stunned she was still an active cleric. Apparently the gods were more forgiving these days.

The goliath warrior grinned down at his gorgeous new fuckdoll, a hand large enough to dwarf a catcher's mitt smacking her hard across the face—immediately coaxing a desperate moan from Orihime's lips. "Is that what you want, slut~?" he growled down at her, the hand dropping to wrap around her slender neck and squeeze, clenching down hard to choke her out.

Immediately, Orihime's body arched under him, her lips parting in a sharp, desperate cry. "FUCK YESS~!!" she moaned out, and she gasped as her gaze locked on his—bright lust glowing in her amber eyes as her body bounced on the bed with his thrusts. "Oh fuck, baby, yes~! Mmm, break me, break my slutty body with your big, strong hands and your fat, throbbing dick~!! OH FUCK, DON'T STOP~!!"

The desperation in her cries made the goliath groan with wanton desire—no, there was no doubt in his mind now, there was no way Tormund was leaving this town without the slutty healer in tow. He growled down at her, his other hand rising to smack across her fat, bouncing breasts, before wrapping around her neck as well and holding her down as his hips slammed roughly into hers, the bed under them groaning in protest.

"When I'm through with you, bitch~ you won't be able to think of anything but fucking yourself on that fat, throbbing dick~!" he snarled down to her, roaring as he slammed his lips to hers and buried himself balls deep into her guts.

The cleric under him shuddered and moaned, her arms immediately rising to wrap around his shoulders and hold him close. Her own holy wardings protected her from the potent half-giant seed that spilled into her womb, but that was fine—she had no doubt Tormund would wear them out before the night was through, and she'd be fully knocked up as he carried her away in the early morning light—happily taken away by the first man to truly satisfy her.

[no-more-tales-tavern]

Let's Go To The Beach 7B - Nott the Brave has a special noble admirer that wants to invite her to his home for the weekend for a not-so-modest price. Days on the poolside are just one of the many things he wishes to do with the goblin rogue

Let's Go to the Beach! Beach!: 7B

Was it wrong to accept his offer? Perhaps—after all, her husband was no longer missing, and though the attempts to cure her of her goblinization had all failed, life was moving along rather smoothly. And it wasn't like they were hurting for cash—in fact, Yeza's alchemy business had never been better since moving to Nicodranas! Despite all life's hurdles, it felt like things were finally calming down.

And yet...there was something about the nobleman's offer...that she found she just couldn't say no...

"Oh yes~ such soft lips you have, Miss Brenatto~" the nobleman murmured with approval, his hand resting gently yet firmly at the back of the gorgeous goblin woman's head—holding her close as she steadily bobbed back and forth along his throbbing shaft. "How the Chateau hasn't scooped you up yet, I'll never understand~ you could give the Ruby herself a running with your mouth alone~"

Nott's green cheeks burned a darker teal at his tone and she moaned around his dick, a lewd gagging slurp escaping her as she forced herself further down. He was exaggerating, of course—there was no way he really thought she compared to someone as skilled in the ways of intimacy as Marion—but she still felt a small thrill in her chest at his words, and her hips swayed tantalizingly side to side behind her, as if wagging a tail in approval.

The nobleman smirked as he watched her plump backside sway, taking the bait eagerly as his hand crashed down to smack, slap, and grope the plump green peach greedily. "This body was made for sex~ gods, what I'd give to keep you for myself~" he groaned, bucking his hips slightly into her face, making the guttural moans grow louder. Nott's eyes widened at his tone—he wasn't serious, was he?

She pulled back, almost to question, but the hand at the back of her head kept her from pulling all the way off. Instead, she stared up at him, a startled look in her eyes, and the nobleman laughed cordially. "Oh, don't worry, Miss Brenatto, I wouldn't dare think of taking you away from your family and friends—even if it pains me to be without your sinful touch, it would be wrong to keep you from your life."

Nott breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to bob back down onto his shaft again—when she felt a firm tug at the back of her head, forcing her gaze back up to the handsome noble, he smirked down at her, a conspiratorial glint in his eyes.

"But, perhaps, we could make an arrangement~? Perhaps...every other weekend, my dear~?"

Again, the goblin girl's cheeks pooled with a deep teal blush. An agreement like that—it went beyond just a simple single invitation, now this man was offering her to start an affair with him behind her husband's back. This was definitely wrong, and she should've said so right then and there...if she hadn't had her mouth full of his thick, throbbing, and delicious cock...

Slowly, Nott gave the nobleman a nod, a glint of desire matching his in her eyes as she let him slowly push her down to the base again.

[ofdarkestdesires]

A Fresh New Start

This has been a long time coming. I started feeling it a few months back, but I tried to work past it, deny it, tell myself I was just going through writer’s block—and, in some ways, I was. But the concerns I felt were just as valid and true, and they’ve only grown more prevalent as the weeks have gone by, until I can deny it no longer.

I need a new blog.

OfDarkest, for has fun as it’s been, has been a cluttered, clumsy, chaotic mess—a mess I am not proud to have attached to my name. Between the pornbots, the oversaturation of smut, and the people who refuse to read my rules, it’s just become too much for me to want to put up with anymore—so, I am moving.

As I am typing this out, I am in the process of creating my new home. It’s not finished yet, as I still have two hours before I can get to a computer to do some serious remodeling—but once it’s finished, it will be a fully brand-new blog. A fresh start.

When it’s done, I’ll tag it here on this post. Those that want to keep up with me, that’s the place to go. Until then, take care.

[ofdarkestdesires]

Open RP Starter: A Roll in the Hay

Sometime before the start of Campaign 3…

"Ah was startin' t'wonder if yeh were gonna show 'r not~"

The charming twang of Imogen's voice rang through the barn, the lilac-haired sorceress blushing softly as she glanced towards the large barn doors on the other end. To be honest, she still couldn't believe she was actually doing this—not just meeting up in her father's barn while he was out on business, but meeting up...while she was stark naked and laying on a large hay bale like a pin-up model in one of the raunchy books he kept hidden in his bedroom.

It was something that she never would've done before...but she'd been getting a lot more bold recently, all thanks to them. She blushed at the thought, and flashed a playful smirk as they stepped closer, one of her legs swinging back and forth behind her. "Well, what d'ya think~?"

[ofdarkestdesires]

Imogen blushed at Donovan's tone, the tabaxi man's desire clear in the lustful purr that sent a shiver down her spine. "After ah finished yer last one, ah knew ah needed more~" the farm girl replied with a husky purr of her own, biting her lip as she pushed off the hay bale, slowly arching her back as she did to give the handsome catfolk a very appealing view of her body, before she turned to face him, legs crossed before her.

[pokefreaks-resurrection]

Don continued to purr as he approached her, setting his bag down along with his coat. "You know I've always got more for you to read if you've got the coin. Want something about you, or one of my many other works?" He asked her while his eyes ate up the view, his tail swaying curiously. "Or, would you rather we have a bit of a roll in the hay first? Some heavy petting for this kitten as a tip."

[ofdarkestdesires]

Imogen smirked at his offer but shook her head, slowly laying back again on the hay—now laying on her back, letting the soft mounds of her breasts rest softly on her chest, and she teasingly spread her legs for the handsome Tabaxi. “Oh, Ah’ll be happy t’pick up yer latest novel yeh wrote about me, but ah need yeh first, handsome~”

[no-more-tales-tavern]

Let’s Go to the Beach! Beach! 2A: It was just meant to be a little bit of a joy ride around the bay, seeing the sights and soaking in the sun. Once out, though, Yora realized the boatman she’d hired had different plans for her…

A desperate moan fell from the dark-elf's lips, and her body arched as she felt the rough, work-weathered hand grope and roughly squeeze at one of her sizable breasts. "It really is just like they say~" the sailor beside her chuckled darkly into her ear. "You drow girls are made to be sluts~ just look at you go~"

Yora wanted to deny his claim—deny it with all her heart—but it was such a shameful display that she couldn't find the words. The moment they'd gone far enough from the shore that they wouldn't be spotted, the sailor had immediately begun openly molesting her, toying with her—and despite her want to stop him, she hadn't found the strength to.

Her clothes were scattered across the deck of his boat—ripped and ruined, and leaving her utterly nude and helpless as he'd continued his assault, his massive throbbing shaft sinking into her folds and thrusting roughly away. Again, the want to resist built up inside her, only to pop like a balloon as she felt him grind into her sweetspot—and like she couldn't control herself at all, she climaxed around him.

"Lucky me for finding you~" the sailor chuckled, giving her breast a firm smack, and he grinned as he watched her hips gyrate against his—not even trying to hide the wanton lust that flooded through her form. "Just a bit of magic fingers, and you show your true colors~ anyone at the port could've made you theirs, but I'm the lucky son of a bitch who gets a free drow slut for himself~"

No, she wanted to say. No, she wasn't his—even as she climaxed over and over again, even as her body willfully arched into him and rocked against his rough thrusts—even as the hot sun overhead baked her mind into a haze of lust and madness—even then, she wanted to refuse his claims.

Instead, her lips parted with a moan, as bright pink eyes met his, full of passionate desire. "Yes, Master~ I'm all yours~"

[ofdarkestdesires]

one of the crew members goes to the captain, a tad concerned for a member that was on for a bit. "Uh, Captain? You know that pink Harpy lady that joined the crew a month ago? Well, they said they couldn't get to work because their body is making them feel weird. You have any idea what they mean?"

Scourge paused in his work—pulling tight on the rigging of the ship to hold it steady as he pondered his crewmate's words. "No, I don't think I do," the tiefling murmured after a moment of quiet contemplation, and he turned to tie off the ropes firmly, clapping his hands once the lines were secure. "But, I suppose I could check up on her—I am a healer, after all," he chuckled slightly, before patting the man on the shoulder and making his way down below decks to the crew rooms.

[mii-lovers-den]

Meanwhile, Aria is absolutely fidgeting and trying to assemble a next of sorts, using her pillows and pillows that weren't used by other crewmates. When she heard footsteps, she hit under a few and looked towards the person. "W-Who goes there???" Seeing it was her captain, she calmed down some, but remained jittery and nervous. It was so unlike her cheery and happy self. She would constantly change her footing and ruffle her feathers in a fast pace, like she was awaiting something to happen. "O-Oh! Captain!! Hello! A-ah, the work, erm... well, s-something came up..."

[ofdarkestdesires]

Scourge raised an eyebrow as he saw his newest crew member hustling and rustling about in her cabin—even with his limited knowledge of avian-folk, he could recognize the starting phases of a nest being made. “Jamieson said as much—is everything alright? You seem rattled, Aria,” he murmured, reaching out a hand to press against her forehead, checking her temperature.

[ofdarkestdesires]

'Hey Stark, long time no see! I... kind of lost track of you after the Fall of Beacon. I'm not cross, I just... I am so glad you're safe.' (@terravolksisms)

@terravolksisms

For a long moment, Stark swore the world had stopped. How long had it been since he’d last heard that voice? How many nights had he heard it ringing through his dreams—and, even more so, his nightmares—over the past year? Too many to count, and for a fleeting moment, he swore this was just another to add to the list.

But slowly, he turned around, and faced the speaker of the voice—his gaze immediately catching the bright ginger locks, the awkward smile, and those brilliant emerald eyes staring back at him…and he felt the most joyful and relieved smile spread across his face in months.

“Terra! It’s—it’s so good to see you.”

[ofdarkestdesires]

(I'm assuming they're not in Vale then?)

Stark chuckled a bit dryly, before dropping his gaze again. "We've got some business in the area—trying to broker an alliance with some of the big names over here so that we can get more cooperation over in Vale. It's slow going, but we're working it out." Despite his words, Stark didn't quite catch Terra's gaze—his voice dropped a bit, and he seemed a bit more worn down. Like there was something he wasn't saying.

[terravolksisms]

(I thought it might be fun to push on ahead to either Atlas or Mistral)

'I suppose that makes sense, communicating with anyone is hard these days with the towers still down.' Terra sighed. 'They really should have made the towers able to work without one of them...'

'Are you... alright?' Terra caught onto Stark's gloomy nature quickly. 'You seem a little down. That's, not exactly what I was expecting if I ever bumped into you again.' She nudged him playfully and flashed him a smile.

'I thought it'd be like... I dunno, our first date... maybe?' She scratched the back of her head.

'Or maybe I'm just longing for simpler times.'

[ofdarkestdesires]

Stark chuckled dryly—of course she'd pick up on it so quick. "Perceptive as ever, fearless leader," he muttered, and he came to a stop for a moment. His gaze shifted up to the sky overhead—past Mantle's rough concrete and brick buildings, up past the shape of Atlas floating high overhead, until his gaze finally found the twinkling stars high in the sky—and he was silent for a moment.

When he spoke again, it was...quiet, and hollow. "I just...this isn't where I wanted to be. Back at Beacon, training to be a Huntsman beside you and Ebony and Amy...even though I knew it was a lie, even though I knew I really didn't belong there...I wanted to believe in it. I wanted to believe that I could start over, that I could change, that I could...be someone else."

Another dry chuckle escaped him, and his gaze dropped to his hands—rough leather gloves with bits of metal stitched into the knuckles, the apparel of a thuggish enforcer— "What a fucking idiot."

[terravolksisms]

Terra watched Stark closely for some time, her face etched with concern.

'Oh Stark.' She said softly once he was finished.

And then in a flash, her arms were wrapped around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.

'You always belonged at Beacon.' She told him. 'We all did. It doesn't matter why we were there. It only matters that we wanted to be there to do good. Or try to.'

'And you did. We all did our best. Maybe it wasn't enough back then... but we have to keep trying.' Terra insisted. 'It's not over yet, there's so much more we can... we can do.' She took hold of one of his hands, as always her own hand was gauntleted, armoured like the rest of her.

'You can be that good person Stark. All you have to do, is want to be them.'

[ofdarkestdesires]

For a brief moment, Stark stiffened, the sudden feeling of Terra’s arms around him making him flinch back—but just as quickly, his walls came down, and he leaned into her embrace, sighing deeply. For a moment, he just let himself be held, his eyes shutting as he tried to keep his composure in check.

“Thank you, Terra. It means a lot, hearing that kind of confidence from you,” he murmured. “But it’s easier said than done…as soon as I lost you and the group, I fell back into the criminal underbelly of Vale, back to my old life…I was better when I was with all of you…”

He then shook himself and straightened up. “Well, maybe for a bit, I can do something—what sort of jobs are you taking at the moment, maybe I can lend a hand?”

[ofdarkestdesires]

Open RP Starter: A Hellish Fate

Keyleth gasped and jerked, tugging helplessly at the chains that held her bound and powerless. Her cheeks flared with a blush as she felt all the eyes on her—the leering gazes dragging up and down her naked form. It was horrible, and she wanted so badly to escape, even knowing that there was no way in hell she could.

Vox Machina’s trip to the Hells could not have gone worst—the fiends had torn through the adventurers like they were nothing, forcing them to turn and flee back to their own world in a harried rush. A rush that saw Keyleth get knocked back and left behind, helpless to the devils that descended on her.

And now, she stood here, quivering under the dozens of gazes, to be sold as a slave to the highest bidder. What a sorry fate for the future leader of the Ashari.

(Demons/Devils/Inhuman muses preferred, go nuts~)

[ofdarkestdesires]

The forceful presence of the greater fiend caused the chattering and jeering crowd in the infernal auction hall to fall deathly still, as imps and devils alike flinched and shuddered and fell back from the imposing might of the figure before them. Keyleth, up on the stand, certainly felt the imposing power, and her heart pounded faster and harder in her chest, a sense of dread washing over her as she stared up at the towering figure.

The auctioneer flinched and shrank back at Illahad's threat, and he swallowed hard. "N-no, sir...that will be more than acceptable..." he murmured, meekly reaching out to take the offered bag.

[pokefreaks-resurrection]

"Good. And as for you..." Illahad simply growled before looking to his new plaything with a lustful smirk. He followed by hopping onto the stage, towering over the elf. "Would you rather be walked to your new home, or would you rather be carried?" He asked her, cupping her chin in one of his big strong hands, the other trailing down her body only to force a digit into her exposed slit. "Well?"

[ofdarkestdesires]

Keyleth swallowed hard as she watched the towering demon loom over her, her whole form cast into shadow before him. She knew she should fight this—a loud voice in the back of her mind screamed at her to stand her ground, but every other instinct was telling her to submit, that she had no chance against a being this powerful—and as he slipped his finger into her folds she let out a gasp. "C-Carried~!" she stammered out, before blushing at her own sudden reply.

[ofdarkestdesires]

Closed RP w/ @darkest-and-deepest-desires

The roar of cannonfire and the cries of battle had finally fallen silent, as one of the two ships sat limply in the water and the crew of the other strode proudly across its deck. Any of the ship’s crew that had not perished in the conflict were now down on their knees, awaiting whatever fate would come for them.

Captain Scourge ignored all this, though, as he strode past them all and down into the lower decks. “Now then, let’s see what sort of bounty we’ve won,” he murmured, nodding to the few trusted companions he’d brought along to look through the crates as he turned to the large cells to the back. “Anyone else down here?”

[ofdarkestdesires]

Scourge groaned with her, feeling her grip him so tightly—his body leaned over hers, pinning her close to his chest, and he leaned in to kiss across her sensual form with wanton desire. "Whenever you want it, my dear, it is yours~" he murmured, his hands cupping and gently groping her chest, his hips bucking slowly harder down into her.

[stripclub-elysium]

Timido blushed as she heard what Scourge was saying to her, several thoughts entering her mind... once they reached the harbor, she would have said her goodbyes to the captain and his crew and left, probably never to be seen again... but maybe she should stay instead, becoming a part of the crew

[ofdarkestdesires]

As those thoughts swam through his gorgeous guest's mind, Scourge found himself thinking much the same. The more he thrust down into her, felt her body arch and press into him, the more he felt that he needed her close—to keep her in his arms, in his bed, well after they'd reached the port—but he groaned, closing his eyes as he focused instead on her pleasure. He would not let his selfish nature win, he gave her a promise and he would keep it.