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hi! i'm luci, i'm 25+, part time rper who loves fangirling over threads i have with you guys.
the themes on this blog are gonna be *potentially* heavily triggering, lots of smut and themes that i'd rather only write with people 21+.
i won't be tagging my heavy smut/triggering posts, unless asked by the person i'm writing them with.
rules || muses || starters || wanted plots || wanted opposites
Muse A, a newcomer to the kingdom, quickly captures the interest of the influential Royal siblings: Muse B and her brother. Whilst the Prince tries to court Muse A as a potential match, Muses A and B become entangled in a secret affair. Their relationship is full of tension, desire, and an uneven power dynamic, growing deeper over the course of several months. Everything changes during a royal gathering when the Prince publicly announces his intention to make Muse A his future wife—and, eventually, Queen. The declaration shocks the court and leaves Muse A battling with what to do. For Muse B, the announcement threatens to take away the woman she has secretly claimed as her own. As emotions erupt, Muses A and B must confront what their relationship truly means. Will they fight for each other despite the consequences? Will Character A accept the crown and sacrifice their affair?
open: anyone plot: mr. and mrs. smith vibes. but also mrs. and mrs. vibes would be very appreciated! our muses have been married for 2-3 years under the assumption that they both had "regular" jobs. and now their missions are too close to home. muse: shiloh maseko: skilled operative, emotionally disciplined ... or so she thought. fake realtor.
"anything interesting happen at work today? you seem distracted lately." she takes a sip of wine from her glass, tilting her head with practiced concern. she hated how easy the deception came now, how naturally the lie lived in her mouth. "everything alright?" tonight she knew the answer before they'd even opened their lips, because she'd spent the afternoon wiping their colleague's blood from her hands.
Marti had spent the day trying to figure out her current predicament, the woman she loved, now her next target, the woman she had made love to, now someone she didn't really know. Her attention had certainly been elsewhere tonight, but Shiloh's voice snapped her from her focus, a warm smile slowly sliding into place, before she gave a little chuckle, one she'd used on past targets. "One of the girls at work got sick, made a whole scene out of it really, I was caught up in making sure I had done what I could to not bring it back to you." Except that 'girl at work' hadn't gotten sick, but rather taken out by her wife. "How about you? Did you have a productive day?"
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muse: mya sinclair
plot: source. up to you whether y/m knows mya picks out the jewelry!
open to: f/nb (28-32)
seeing the diamond choker she'd helped their idiot boyfriend pick out just last week clinging tightly around their neck, mya smiled at her friend. it looked better on them than she could've ever imagined, and now here they were talking, "that choker looks amazing on you," she offered, "really highlights you." still, mya couldn't help the feeling of jealousy, almost. she'd wished she was the one giving it to them, putting it on them and watching them light up every room they walked into with her jewelry choices, since their boyfriend clearly knew nothing about elegance.
Kat had been trying to gather a bit of information over the last few months, between their anniversary, Christmas and most recently, her birthday, her boyfriends gift game had increased dramatically, to a point she was now suspecting he had been getting inside help from someone close to her. Mya was in that circle of people she suspected, her closest friend, someone she'd known for years now. "I really do love it." She hummed softly, fingers coming up to brush against the choker. "I'm surprised he remembered I love diamonds." A nice bouquet of flowers, a couple of books by authors she'd never heard of, clothes that weren't really her style had been the gifts prior to the last few big occasions, things that were just throw-away thoughts.
For a moment, Andy gets lost there, kissing Farah in the haze of the morning, her soft brown eyes bleary and gentle. It's intoxicating. Everything about the older woman is intoxicating, but Andy tries her best not to say that too much, not to make it clear that she's so far out of her league sometimes she swears she sees stars. Right now, she figures it's best to just show her, show her that she can come close to being good enough to be in this bed, with this woman. Lingering for a bit too long on their kiss, Andy's hands fall to fumble with the buttons of Farah's pajama shirt. She had planned to be delicate, but her desire doesn't currently feel delicate. It's finding pace fast, and with a few buttons undone, Andy finds Farah's exposed breast with her fingers and moves down to kiss heavy, open mouthed kisses along her neck, and then her chest, settling on the opposite nipple with her lips until it hardens between them.
The way Andy's lips trailed down her skin had her eyes falling shut once more, this time, enjoying each sensation of her kisses. Whilst the wasn't the typical dynamic they shared in the bedroom, Farah could appreciate and enjoy when Andy took the lead, seeing what the younger woman had in store for her. Her chest rises slightly when freed from the fabric of her sleep shirt, before letting out a low moan as the other paid attention to her nipple, a hand coming up to rest gently on the back of Andy's head, lightly tangling in her hair.
andy hovers above the other woman. she'd been half expecting a lazy, sleepy yes and to just be able to give farah a loving wake up. but ever just a little more in control, farah asks for a please. she smiles back, soft and easy and very gently, chaste, andy presses a soft kiss to farah's lips and then pulls away. "i was watching you sleep," she confesses in a whisper. "you're perfect. please. let me show you."
A hand comes up to lightly brush up Andy's side, the sleepy warmth that both of them exuded was bliss, and following the kiss, Farah enjoyed the peace of the early morning with Andy. "Good girl." She uttered out, stealing her own kiss from the younger woman before giving a small nod, a silent 'go ahead' to whatever Andy had in mind for her.
𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜: w / nb (24+, no t*boo connection. age gaps are fine!)
𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡: sumire is unknowingly the other woman to y/m. she thinks she’s interviewing for a new day job, but this is an orchestrated interrogation.
𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒: SUMIRE ; twenty-eight. sana minatozaki. she/her. pan. florist by day and online ‘entertainer’ by night.
"it’s asking for my relationship status…" her voice trails, eyes flicking up to meet theirs’. something unspoken gleams. "how is that relevant for this position?”
Hazel eyes had drifted to glance out the window, waiting for the young woman before her to complete the application, an application she'd specially written up herself to get answers without scaring the other too much. Her gaze snapped back to Sumire with a smile, and although fake, Talia had practice at it for many years now. "It helps us to support you better going forward, whatever may happen." A pause as she meets the others gaze. "Is that a problem?"
open to: w/nb (older women encouraged but not required!) muse: andy morales, 26, emergency resident, subby but in a topping mood i guess LOL connection: assume what you want! but they probably should have at least hooked up before.
"are you awake?" it was barely sunrise. but she's used to very early wake ups. andy had been watching them sleep for a good few minutes before her thoughts got the better of her, before she decided to try something else to keep those thoughts busy, keep her hands busy. andy's fingers were already gently toying with the waistline of their pajama shorts, just grazing the skin as her lips hovered over theirs, waiting for an answer. "can i touch you?"
It was Andy's voice that pulled her the remainder of the way from her sleep, a light sleep at that, but whilst she might have been able to fall back into a slumber, wandering delicate touches danced along her skin, testing the waters. "I think you're missing a please." Farah purred out, slowly opening her eyes, the awakening streaks of sun allowing her to look up at Andy, a sleepy smirk curling at the corners of her lips.
"Yeah, no - he's very sick." Abigail lied. "So it's only fair that I'm doing this for him." She cleared her throat, eyes lingering a little too long on the other's face before she glanced around the place. His following words about her name made her scoff a little, Abigail's eyes finding Lincoln again. "It's Abby." She said quietly. "Look, can you just give me his stuff and get it over with? Tell me how much." Abigail had already grabbed her wallet. She didn't know how much it actually would be but she had withdrawn some money before meeting him.
"First time buyer? You're getting antsy." Lincoln had stopped profiling clients long ago, he had people that looked like they did drugs buy from him, but then he also had clients that looked like church going moms, everyone and anyone were out buying drugs nowadays, but Abby had a lie to deal with too, and that made it more fun to play with her. Standing up from the bench he was sat on, he needed in the opposite direction from where she had come from. "Follow me, gotta keep it safe while I'm waiting for folks to show up." And with that, Lincoln headed off, his car parked up in a nearby back alley, out of sight for anyone prying, and it gave him more time to play with her. "You ever tried anything like this? Or are you as innocent as you look?"
"Woodwork?" Liana repeated with a raise of her brows. She did smile a little and gestured around. "No, no - you tell me more. Tell me about your woodwork. Do you make stuff? Are you good with your hands?" The dark blonde thrived on making people feel a little uncomfortable and Zane was the perfect bait. As he asked about her, and couldn't even bring out a proper sentence, she chuckled a little. "So.. What? You don't think I look good?" Liana was an impatient girl anyways, she wanted him to talk. "You don't like my dress, Zane? What is it?" Liana eyed the satin dress that was practically glued to her perfectly curved body. "You should feel the material, it's real satin." Her small hand reached out for Zane's free hand and she guided it to the end of her dress. "Soft, right?" She thought that it was cute that he blushed. It was refreshing in a way. The guys she met were all boring entrepreneurs. They just wanted to 'wow' her with pretty talks and expensive watches. "My father is in real estate, big important man, so he taught me that looks and impressions matter. I want to look good, I like that. I like shopping, coffee, playing the piano and reading." She didn't usually tell anyone that she played the piano and read, but it just so naturally came out.
It surprised him that Liana wanted to hear more about what he could do, part of him still felt like this was all going to end badly for him, like it was all some sort of joke, but he was doing his best to not think like that, to just try and enjoy that it was just the two of them, interacting like real people. "I uh, yeah I do. I can make decorations and knick knacks, or shelves, I guess I'm just handy to have around." A little chuckle fell from his lips before his expression fell when she asked if he didn't like her dress. "No no, I didn't mean it like that, at all. I just- I think you look… beautiful, you always looks so pretty." The gentle touch that guided his hand closer had caught him off guard, but he took a moment to actually feel the fabric, trying to focus on that instead of where his hand lay. "It is, really soft." He agreed, licking at his lips nervously before glancing back up to her as she spoke in response. "You play Piano? That's really cool, how long have you played for?" Whilst he had failed miserably at a few instruments, he could still really appreciate the talent it takes to play. "And what about reading? Any specific genre? Or do you prefer non-fiction?"
His praise caused a shiver to run down her back and she pressed her lips together, nodding heavily. As pathetic as it was, she almost instantly moved back into her room and slipped underneath the covers. Abigail's body felt hot with frenzy as she sat up against the cupboard, patiently waiting for Griff to return. In some way she was nervous, wondering if she did anything wrong for him to not return to her any previous night. "I didn't do anything wrong, right?" Abigail asked from her room. "Are you angry? I don't want you to be angry. I just-" She stared down the sheets between her fingers, fumbling with the material. "I missed you."
At this point, the TV was just static background noise to Griff, his mind deep in thought of images of Abigail beneath him, imagining how wet and needy she must be, three days without him saying their usual 'good night' to each other. His cock hardened underneath the worn denim of his jeans, his free hand resting atop the bulge that had started to form. Her voice carried through from her room, smiling as he finished off the beer and placed the bottle on the table in front of him. "Didn't no nothing wrong baby." He called back in response before standing up, slowly kicking off his boots before heading back towards her room. "Have ya done anything to make me angry?" He asked in return once he stood in her doorway, raising a brow at her, as if maybe she was hiding something. Leaning against the frame of the door, he began slowly unbuttoning his shirt, darkened eyes on her in bed. "How much you missed me?"
the "drama" shorts on facebook are getting spicy, and i really wanna plot the one that keeps showing up but... words are hard 😂
moon-ina-cup:
open. to goofballs / nerds | based
this starter is for liana but you can choose any of my girls, lmk the name and i'll change it in the reply :)
"Are you going to be this quiet all evening? We're on a date, remember?" Liana was having a hard time trying to stay interested in him. The other had been doing most of her essays, the least she could do was give him something in return, right? Little did he know that it was all a set up. Anything for a dare. She liked a little game. "Tell me about yourself. What do you do besides studying?"
Zane wasn't really sure what to do on a date, the pair didn't share much in common, at least not on the surface. He did her essays, hell, he did a lot of people's essays, but no one had ever asked to go on a date as thanks. Liana intimidated him a little, blunt and beautiful, he'd figured long ago that if he kept his mouth shut, she wouldn't find him too weird, but her statement was almost demanding it at that point, and he needed to at least not make tonight a total disaster. "Uhm, well, I enjoy photography, and woodwork too." He spoke softly, before offering a chuckle and a shrug. "Nothing all that interesting, but uh- what about you? You always look like you're dressed for some big event, not that that's a bad thing, you just always look so…" Zane sighed, cheeks tinting pink as he shook his head, reaching for his glass of water before he fell too far over his own words.
Abigail's jaw clenched as she stood in front of the other at the couch, shifting her weight for one foot to another. "You know what I mean." - She breathed out, fingers brushing through her hair before a long and frustrated sigh left her. "Okay, I-" She lowered gaze to the floor, shrugging quietly. "I really want to come." Abigail whispered, knees tightly pressing together. "I'm really, really wet - please. It'll help me sleep better." Eyes finally looked over at him again after her confesssion.
Griff stared at her in silence, taking in how she shifted, her body tense. It had been a test for her, and it had paid off, but he wasn't sure if it had ended up as a punishment on himself, the way her petite frame would feel underneath him every night, the sweet sounds that fell from her lips with each of his thrusts, it was all bliss to him, and three nights without, well, he was glad she'd come around to figure things out. "Good girl." He grunted softly, taking another long sip of his beer before gesturing it back towards her room. "Go get yaself settled, I'll be in to say a proper goodnight in a minute." So casual, as if it wasn't really anything of importance to him, before his gaze left Abi to look back at the TV screen once more, though his mind now on the idea of how the rest of his evening would be enjoyed.
The corners of Abigail's mouth lifted lightly, eyes rolling as she turned her face from the stranger. He was funny. As he continued to talk, she moved her head back into his direction and took out a cigarette from his pack. "I guess I can keep your secret if you'll keep mine." She suggested, tucking the lighter from the package and lighting her cigarette with a small drag. "Don't work too hard while you're here. Just enjoy this place. My parents really are the most chill people." Abigail said, turning her face to looias k over the many animals just happily walking around. "I'm Abigail. Or Abby, whatever you want to call me really." Sure, her parents told her not to talk to him but he didn't seem all that bad. Besides that, Abigail was way too nosey and intrigued to find more about the mysterious man on their ranch. Head tilted to Elias again as she took another drag of the cigarette. "Are you doing okay? This all must be different than what you've been used to."
The corner of his mouth curled slightly as she took a cigarette from the packet, sure he'd offered her one, but overall wasn't entirely sure she'd have taken one. With a nod in agreement, he slipped the packet back into his pocket, taking another drag of his own cigarette. "Pleasure to meet ya, Abby. Elias." The question put to him wasn't really a surprise, he'd gotten a few 'are you okay?' questions since getting to work, the man hid his emotions well, he wasn't planning on getting close to anybody really, his focus was getting the work done. "Nice to not have to be watched over all the time, and cooking for myself again, been a while since I had something other than nutritious slop." He guessed she was just being curious, who wasn't when the ex-convict was assigned here, but he wasn't quite as cautious around Abby, mostly because he knew she wasn't a threat. "How 'bout you? Bet this isn't a situation you saw yourself in before, did you even get a say in it?"
