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𝖔𝖋𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖘𝖎𝖓 ; a highly selective independent multimuse with a focus on dead dove, dark, taboo and nsfw content. minors DNI. potentially triggering ( not always tagged ) content may be present. don't yuck my yum. be sure to read my rules prior to following and interacting ⸻ sins committed by amanda ( est, she/her, 30+)
we are all sinners, but some of us are just better at hiding it
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i will only be following long-term mutuals as this is going to be a sideblog x
i've moved blogs!
i will only be following long-term mutuals as this is going to be a sideblog x
i've moved blogs!
i will only be following long-term mutuals as this is going to be a sideblog x
i've moved blogs!
i will only be following long-term mutuals as this is going to be a sideblog x
so sorry for anyone waiting on replies! starting a new job has kicked my ass six ways to sunday and im using every second of free time to try and catch up on things around the house... im hoping to fall into a routine soon and be back here with replies in the near future!
Can, why did you do such a thing?
it took longer than julian anticipated for catalina to reply to his message. while he was waiting he rewatched her video ( which he had happily saved for future viewing ) , slowly fisting his cock while he did so. now that he knew who was on the other side of the screen , the messages between the two of them seemed even hotter. every daddy made him groan. he'd love to hear that in person. preferably as he was deep inside of her. he wasn't worried when the messages came flooding in. quite the opposite. the panic in the messages was enough for julian to squeeze around the base , keeping his release at bay. maybe it was fucked up , but the thought of having something over his sister-in-law was thrilling. something to make his otherwise boring every day a bit more fun. he pressed catalina's contact info , thumbing at the head of his cock as he waited. when she answered he couldn't help but groan into her ear. "hi , sweetheart. what took you so long ? were you too busy acting like a slut in your sister's room ?"
even though she expects the call, she doesn't answer on the first ring - staring at the caller ID with some mix of horror and intrigue over the confirmation that julian ; her sister's julian - had been the one acting as her sugar daddy for months now. what makes it worse is that when she answers, the groan ( seemingly strung out and derived from a pleasure one is entirely incapable of faking ), sends her right back to the little high she'd been riding until he'd set everything to crash and burn. lips part, ready, as if on instinct to refer to him as daddy and immediately snapping her mouth shut. there's an awkward amount of silence that passes between his question and her answer.
"don't - don't call me that," she murmurs, wetting her lower lip because despite herself, the way he says it makes her want to sit up at attention. "how long have you known i'm me?" she repeats, leaning forward to bury her head in her hands - hiding from the shame and attraction she feels for a man she has every reason not to. "you were - how long have you been cheating on lucia?" were there others, outside of her, that he'd strung along while playing happy-house with her sister? why did that seem to making her unnervingly jealous? possessive? fuck, she'd thought he and her sister were happy but had she been wrong? missing something? did they have some sort of open relationship? was this revenge? god, her head hurt. "what i sent was - that wasn't meant for you it was meant for-" her daddy. god why was her brain so twisted. wiggling against her bedspread and trying to rid of some of the heat in her veins, catalina clears her throat. "we - you need to delete everything and this? it all never happened."
open to: females plot: my muse (muse/fc can be changed on request) is a doctor and your muse is the patient in for their yearly checkup. gif used for inspo.
tommy let his hands slide up and down the girl's legs and thighs all the way up to her tits. her skin was so soft, and tommy was happy he had been able to convince her to take off all her clothes before she got in the stirrups. "first time without your parents…. you're very pretty." mark hummed as he felt the smooth skin under his hands. "i'm sure you're very popular with the boys." tommy marveled as the girl was on total display for him. "there's no need to be nervous. i just want to make sure i do my job properly. leave no stone unturned isn't that what they say." he said with a little mischievous smile.
it's been years since she's been to the doctors, yet she could never remember it being like this. he's reassured her plenty that this is normal and some rational portion of her mind filled in the blanks that perhaps, now that she's an adult, this is just standard routine. still, he's handsome and just young enough to capture her attention and interest, which is likely why now that she's entirely bare and her legs are propped up and open, her gaze is firmly planted on the ceiling. better not to further confuse her body and mind to what this very much isn't. nipples have pebbled - though whether that's at the temperature of the room or his hands drifting up the length of her frame is difficult to say. "oh - yeah um, college and stuff got in the way." there's an awkward chuckle thrown in there as hues momentarily flicker down to look at him. the compliments cause her to blush, color rising in her cheeks. "thank you," shy and quiet, she adjusts subtly against the bed, paper crinkling beneath her. it's embarrassing, how something so simple has her absolutely thrilled. "no - no of course. i can answer any questions you have to make your job easier. you know best - you're the doctor." this time, she looks at him properly, smile still small, but genuine.
pov: sneaking into my big brother’s room and waking him up by riding his cock. just thinking about the mortified look on his face as he realizes he’s inside his sister instead of his stupid whore girlfriend is enough to make me cum <3
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will quickly retraced the hand holding the phone from her reach holding it way over her head. "now, now. that's not a very nice tone you have there." will laughed as he browsed through the photos. "who knew you had it in you juniper. i thought you were super repressed, but these are very nice. take off your clothes right now and let me compare it to the real thing." he laughed finding the whole thing comedic. "you think your ex-boyfriend sent me these pictures? please. these were online. you have quite the fanbase there. maybe we should take some more pictures of you and put them online, but this time make some money." she was hot, even though he was her big brother he could see that.
she's scrambling off the couch the moment he's dragging the phone from her reach - standing far too close to him as she rolls onto her toes to try and snatch the device away. its reminiscent to some past childhood memory that clings to the edge of her brain ; similar stances yet different scenario, yet juniper brushes them away. "this isn't funny will," she snaps, frustrated little growl in her voice. "of course you didn't, perv, why would you know anything about my sex life?" smacking his chest, the woman stops her attempts at trying to reach for the phone and instead takes half a step back, hand out in demand despite how warm her cheeks have grown. "almost sounds like you're part of my fanbase." better to change tactics, seeing as the whole 'little sister caught unaware' clearly wasn't tugging at any sympathetic heartstrings. "i know theres a whole step sibling fetish some people have going on but this is really a new level for you will. those even look like those images are saved on your phone, not a webpage. i didn't know you had it in you."
Was never super into the “literally worshiping your dom”… but this tweet has changed my life
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jack just watched as val had her little hissy fit, letting her get it all out. if they had been in public he wouldn't have hesitated to show her who she was talking too, but since they were in private it meant he could use other methods to get her to be more… subservient. "you feel a lot right now. it's normal." he said as he walked over to a table, draped with a white tablecloth a pitcher of water and two glasses. he poured water in both of them as he talked "but you don't want my excuses and you don't want me to apologize, because you and i know that would be bullshit. because i'm not sorry." he picked up one of the glasses, drinking half of the content and leaving the other one there full.
"i can already see you're mine. it's harder with some of the others. but you got that fighter in you." jack looked her over, his eyes weren't shy as they took in every inch of her, especially the parts of her where her skin was exposed. he licked his lips as his eyes dug into hers. "no. you don't want anything that you can see right through, you want something real." the sounds of his steps filled the room as he slowly walked towards her. "you want daddy to give you the love he never gave you." he said with a little smile as he stopped right in front of her.
"normal?" a bark of laughter escapes her. "how is anything about this situation normal?" if her mother could hear her now, valentina would be in a world of trouble. she had spent years listening to the older woman sing jack's praises, worshiping the ground he walked on despite how he never acknowledged either one of them anymore than he did any other one of his followers. when one of the others had come knocking to collect valentina, there had been such hope in her mothers eyes - as if she might be picked a second time. it was a look that had grown bitter and cold for all of a moment before lips pursed and she'd turned to valentina, telling her daughter to behave and give jack whatever he wanted because it was, and i quote 'a gift for you both'. there had been some mutterings about being blessed with a grandchild, but val had hardly caught that given she was being swept away.
not moving from her position near the door, arms cross over her chest, watching him with a mix of caution and curiosity. she can't help but straighten under his assessment - mind and body immediately at war between being pleased and repulsed. "what i want is to not be discarded like trash," she remarked, uncertain if she meant how she'd been her entire life, or come the following night when some other woman would wear this same robe and warm his cock. it's almost frustrating, how her head has to tilt to look up at him when he's this close. "if you were my daddy, you'd spoil me rotten, treat me like a princess and give me everything my little heart desires and more." she really ought to shut her mouth. being a brat had never gotten her anywhere good in life. "wanting something real and all, i figure you'll appreciate if i'm blunt. can't imagine it's something you face often, with how everyone kisses the ground you walk on. guess i did get something from you after all. that's what i want too."
ignores the quip — mostly because he's right and nova would be damned to admit it. especially when they both knew it was true already. "it's really a shame you weren't born forty-thousand years earlier, you know?" a devious smirk tugs at her lips. "you'd get allllll the neanderthal women all hot and bothered with your macho man "adulting" shit, huh?" she can't help but snicker at the mere thought. as if nik didn't have women all over him now.
doesn't even glance over at him, but hearing his disbelief and the way he trips brings a devious grin to her lips. a newfound shame, perhaps, too. it certainly implied he hadn't thought of her much that way if he was so shocked. yet taking nik by surprise brings her a wicked sort of delight. but wading into the water with all their clothes, she's determined to focus on the task at hand. it was the least she could do, considering how much else he took care of. though she half expects him to simply move on. the blonde has just finished sorting through the clothes when he finally pipes up. her lips press into a straight line, trying to contain her smirk. nova looks over her shoulder at him — so he knows she heard him — before turning back to the clothes. slowly she bends at the waist, hands dipping down into the water with the garments to start washing them. of course, it leaves her completely exposed to him: feet set apart, ass up, pussy on full display. she was curious to see how long he was fine just observing.
"its a shame the only other person on this island is you. i imagine any other woman would be all over my neanderthal shit," he quips back, arms raising to flex his muscles as he wiggles his eyebrows in her direction.
he's worried he's crossed a line when all she does is glance over her shoulder to acknowledge him before turning back to her work. nik is ready to toss himself beneath the waters surface and not come up again - at least until she bends forward. unable to help himself, his hand moves to wrap around his length in search of comfort, giving it a slight squeeze and stroke, sending the water around him sloshing slightly. this far away, he can admire all her pretty curves and pink, warm center. can imagine what it might be like to step up behind her, slap the fine flesh of her ass before sinking right into her pussy. he wants to be content just looking - he really does. this is meant to just be material for his spank bank. yet his cock is demanding more. "play with yourself," he demands, hand continue to slowly work over his length. "show me how you like to be touched."
Your “guardian angel” is actually a demon that protects you and hurts people that are mean to you.
mina let out a broken sob , and she hid once more in her brother's arms. "i feel crazy ," she mumbled , breathing in his scent , taking comfort in it. "i'll … i'll just shower quick and come back out." aleksei's hands were steady as they guided her into his room , showed her around. it felt homey , if a little sparse , but like aleksei. showering felt like heaven , and cherry scrubbed herself pink to rid herself of the icky sensation that was coating her body. when she was done she picked out a t-shirt , big enough to reach her knees , with a faded print on the front. if mina thought back she could remember him wearing it years ago. aleks must've loved it , if it was this worn out and he still kept it around. she decided not to put on her bra because the thought of the wire digging into her skin made her feel sick , and figured that it wouldn't matter that much since no one else was around. "thanks again ," she said as she entered the living space , feeling slightly out of place. her wet hair was soaking the fabric , and she tugged self consciously at it to keep it from sticking to her skin. she should've dried off more. "do you … what do we do know ?"
"you're not crazy, you're just scared. i don't blame you for that," he coos softly. gentle as he can be with her, aleksei glances over as he leads her to his room. "no rush. we don't have any other plans tonight besides eating dinner and sleeping. food can be warmed up if you need a little extra time." more reassurances, more care, more examples of how well he could love and cherish her. there's another pause - another kiss to her forehead before he's leaving her alone.
while she's gone, he goes to the other room and resists the need to take himself in hand. it would make things easier - if he weren't distracted by desire, but the risk that her might get so wrapped up in fantasy that she could walk in on him at any moment is enough of a deterrent. it leaves him to busy himself with calling in some take out, dragging out plates and utensils to stack on the coffee table alongside two bottles of beer.
he's lounging back, lazily flipping through channels on the tv when she shuffles back into his view - and aleksei thanks all things holy he's wearing jeans tight enough to keep from making how fucking hard he gets at the sight of her hidden. she's in her shirt and from what he can make out under the dampening fabric, she isn't wearing a bra. and god, he wants to know if shes wearing panties but she has to be, right? no way she'd be that naughty - that would be way, way too much of a dream. "feeling any better?" he prompts, patting the couch and dragging the spare blanket he'd snatched out of the closet over the back. "ordered us some food. pizza - i hope you still like what you did when we were younger? thought we'd just relax the rest of the night. grabbed you a beer if you want one. haven't settled on anything to watch yet. any suggestions?"
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mark slowly nodded his head as he tried to understand what the hell his daughter was talking about. "oh right… i see." he felt like he understood to a certain point. "i hope you're charging a lot then baby. you know how i feel, can't put a price on you." it was him trying to be supportive, he didn't know if that came off weird. it was probably not anything weirder than roaslie having showed him pictures of herself so… undressed. he swallowed as he realized there were pictures where she had probably all of her clothes off. "so… what kind of requests do you get baby? and what is this… other stuff." this was a whole new line she was crossing, it was one thing to forget a towel out of the shower and forget to close her door and he could hear her masturbate. but to admit she was doing this, under his roof. he had questions, he was worried for her and these men. that was all of course, he was worried about her safety. "i mean yes, it would be nice to lie down." he said with a nod, and now for a whole other reason.
no - he didn't see. but he would. smiling innocently at the comment, the girl rolls onto her toes to press a lingering kiss to her fathers cheek, a girlish little giggle escaping her. "you're the sweetest daddy. don't worry - i'm getting exactly what i deserve." rosalie worries she's pushed too far for the day - between the outfit that practically screams slutty school girl to the relatively innocent photos shes asking him about ; yet the question has her practically giddy. maybe she's been crossing all sorts of lines at home, with him, recently, but there is nothing naive nor innocent about that question. mark is smart enough to put two and two together. if he really wasn't intrigued by what she'd showed and offered thus far, the topic would have changed. yet he's digging for answers and there is absolutely nothing innocent about it.
"other stuff like... playing with my nipples, slowly stripping out of lingerie, a lot of stuff with toys. i'm a little limited since i do everything alone but it's worked so far, i just have to get a little creative." for a moment, she contemplates if she ought to pull up her page and hand over her phone, but part of her worries how much that might scare him away. "i sometimes look around to see what other creators are doing and get ideas off of that. i could show you if you want daddy? and requests vary. some people want me to do or say specific things. most recently, i had one person ask for a private video of me using a very specific toy and calling them daddy and asking them if i could... you know," glancing up at him from beneath her lashes, she tilts her head toward the door. "you work really hard daddy. you deserve a break. let me cook you dinner tonight. you put something on the tv and i'll bring you a beer while you wait, hm?"
