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twenty-seven | est | he/they

[studdedleather]

#STUDDEDLEATHER is an independent roleplay blog written by your friendly neighborhood butch. you can call me jay! he/they, 28. est based. this is a low maintenance fandomless oc hub with a focus on queer muses. 21+ and smutty, mature themes ahead. please read the guidelines under the cut before interacting!

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on muses & writing.

i'll be focusing on queer muses, all of whom are women, transmasculine, transfeminine, and/or nonbinary. i do not write cis male characters, so don't ask.

additionally, i am not interested in writing against cishet male muses, and none of my muses are interested in cishet male people. some of them, however, are attracted to queer cis men. feel free to ask for clarification if you’d like to write with a certain muse of mine and are unsure if your muse is a good match!

most of my muses are latine and/or asian as i myself am both and that’s where i thrive.

trans muses are always welcome (and heavily encouraged)! this blog is written by a transmasc butch lesbian who loves trans people and gender fuckery. gimme!!

all muses are multi-verse and multi-ship unless stated otherwise.

my writing style is lazy lit to novella; i love to mirror. please don't feel pressured to match length if i get carried away, just give me enough to keep things fun and interesting. i do not write rapid fire/one-liner smut; don't interact if that's what you're looking for.

a few things i looove to write are gender exploration, kink, smut, fluff, and (im)morality. while smut tends to be what i have the most muse for, it's not all i do.

[cruelangcls]

the silence from the other was perfect. well, silence from words. obviously the redhead's body still made noise- between the sounds of her working over his cock and then the resounding strikes to her ass. maybe dakota would end up in there instead of her pussy. something to work her up more. or maybe he'd use one of the toys he brought and his cock at the same time-...decisions, decisions. "you know what? you're working that cock so well right now, baby girl- i'll tell you part of the plan for this weekend. see, we've been apart for too long and daddy is backed the fuck up. so i figured we could drop stuff off and i could spend the whole weekend inside of you. over and over and over. not always the same way. sometimes you're just warming me up. but how about a weekend as my doll? how's that?" in between the words, dakota still spanked claire's ass. once, twice, three times, four times, he just loved the feeling of it bouncing against his manicured fingers. "go faster though baby. daddy wants to feel it."

[studdedleather]

even after all the fuss claire had made about wanting to know the details of their weekend getaway, she could hardly force her focus away from dakota’s cock enough to listen while she worked. she snuck her hand into the mix as he was raining down slaps on her perky ass, cupping his balls and giving them a squeeze. it took a second for her brain to catch up, drinking in the words a moment later than they were spoken, a desperate moan humming around his cock as what he’d said sank in. an entire weekend of dakota inside of her, stretching her holes, ruining her for anyone else. she whimpered again, hollowing her cheeks around his length as she sucked, picking up speed to satisfy him. a weekend as his doll, just a pretty thing for him to fill up and use however he pleased. fuck. his cock hit the back of her throat again and she gagged, eyes rolling back in her head, and she kept going, faster now, whatever it took to please him.

[cruelangcls]

see, kit was not much of a driver. in fact, if it were up to him, he'd never do it. but one had to get to work and do errands and so on, so the pseudo-housewife made due. the friendly face, smiling as the radio played a soft rock hit that he couldn't name, shifted into one of confusion at seeing someone on the side of the road. in the rain of all things! goodness! kit furrowed his eyebrows, slowing the already slow car down to a stop right in front of stranger. "pardon? pardon me?" kit cleared his throat and leaned up and almost out. "are you okay? do you need anything?" a pause. "i...i don't mean to be assumptive. would you like a ride or anything possibly? i don't mind at all!" the soft voice carried over the sound of the storm.

[studdedleather]

della kicked at a nearby pebble and puffed out her cheeks, breathing slow to calm her nerves as she contemplated her next move. finding a bus station would be good, but she wasn’t sure she had enough cash to afford a ticket home. at the insistence of the asshole who’d left her stranded, she hadn’t brought any of her credit cards; they said they’d pay for everything on this trip, and she’d been stupid enough to believe going along with that wouldn’t end poorly. she was about to give up, pick a random direction, and start walking when a car stopped in front of her. the voice that greeted her was sweet, unthreatening. she hopped up and approached, leaning over to peer through the open window. the driver was cute. too cute to stop della from smiling a little, even as she relayed her predicament. “my, um—my ex just dumped me here an drove off, and i’m not sure where here is exactly,” she said, crinkling her nose. “could you take me to a bus station, or something? i can’t offer you gas money, but i can offer a favor. anything you need.” so what if getting in a stranger’s car was risky? what was life without a little risk, anyway.

[cruelangcls]

for a few seconds, dakota let the sound of the smack linger and then give way to the other's noises as she filled her mouth with cock. dakota's hand kept on the steering wheel with expertise. it wasn't the first time he got road head, so this motion didn't quite distract him. not yet in that regard. though he did peel his eyes away from the road twice in a few seconds to see the other's ass on display. "we should get your wearing only skirts and dresses from now on. easier access for me, huh?" it's an idle comment, made as his hand slid over her ass and then brought it down just after she wiggled it for him. once, then a second time much more quickly and with more force. "you need to keep sucking baby girl; that dick in your mouth isn't gonna wait there. and if i need to pull over and facefuck you to feel what i need to feel, i'll do it." all the same, her mouth felt good and once she began to move it properly, dakota knew he'd be enjoying it thoroughly.

[studdedleather]

she almost took him up on that. almost. the promise of having her face fucked was nearly too good to pass up, but the need to please dakota, to obey his command, was just strong enough to silence that urge. besides, claire would bet all her money on being given another opportunity for a facefuck at least once more on this trip, knowing him. skirts and dresses and no panties, she thought to herself, so he could have unlimited access to her whenever he wanted without any pesky fabric getting in the way. she could make that happen. moans slipped out louder now as his hand came down on her ass, the lingering sting making her clench, a familiar throb between her thighs. god, she loved when he did that. with an eager noise, a little whine, claire started to move. lifting her head until only a couple inches remained in her mouth, she sucked softly on the tip, wetting it with spit, tongue swirling around him as she bobbed her head, giving him a perfect hole to sink his cock into.

[memoryremaiins-a]

soft lo-fi music played low in the background. nose nearly touched the open sketchbook, hand steady in creating fine lines. until suddenly, the door opened. axel jumped in his seat, causing the surrounding fine tipped pens and rubber erasers to clatter. head jerked up, eyes locking with his housemate. if only he could attribute his heart skipping a beat to just the bewilderment. those lingering looks and inebriated encounters amounted to nothing. or at least, that's how axel coped with the unrequited affection. he'd been in this hole before. besides, brand would never actually think of them that way, right ? "oh, umm," he trailed off, trying to visualize brand with antlers on his bare chest, trying not to let his mind run away with the sight. "chest tats kind of suck to get. anything on your sternum hurts like hell, like, around here." he motioned to the juncture between his ribs, right in between where his flannel had a few buttons undone. "anyways," he sighed. "yeah no you'd look like a total dick."

[studdedleather]

their eyes studied the scene—axel in his natural habitat, immersed in art, pen in hand, and surprisingly less upset at being barged in on than brand expected once they realized their unprompted entrance was a bit less than considerate. chalk it up to brain mush and a budding crush, surely, but with a momentary drift of their focus down to the open buttons on axel’s shirt they could’ve sworn that was the best a flannel had ever looked on someone. “shiiit,” brand cursed, low and slow, and touched that very spot on themself, fingertips pressing against bone beneath shirt and skin. “pain’s gotta be worth it though, no? you get some nice ink and bragging rights for having sat through all that, yeah?” another thought occurred to them and they perked up, eyes alight. “what would you put on me, then? if i gave you my chest and absolute free rein?”

[cruelangcls]

oh, claire could tempt and dakota was fine with that. as far as he was concerned, he was in control of the information in and out of this little scenario- this little trip. so she could dangle all of this in front of him all she wanted, it didn't work him up in any sort of different regard. "for now? aw, baby girl. for always," dakota replied in a teasing sort of voice, hissing as she kissed and fondled his cock. once the first few inches disappeared in, the dark haired beauty let out a sigh of pleasure. "there you go, beautiful. put that mouth to work doing things other than talking, huh?" he laughed again. one hand on the steering wheel, one on the back of her head, he pushed her a little further down before sliding that same hand down her neck. then it was over her back, to where her ass was. there was no hesitation in that same hand rearing back and smacking her ass- the sound filling the car. "more baby girl, more and more. daddy wants to cum at least once before we get there."

[studdedleather]

claire was under no illusion that she held any real power when it came to her arrangement with dakota. she knew better. he would always get what he wanted from her at the end of the day. hell, she’d give him whatever he asked for, whenever he asked for it; or, when a certain mood struck, she would tease and toy with him, hoping he would put her in her place with a firm hand and simply take what he wanted from her. if her mouth weren’t already full she would’ve had a bratty comeback ready to go, but that was his point, wasn’t it? claire had much more important things to do than talk. she breathed slowly through her nose as she kept going lower, saliva pooling on her tongue that she used to slick his length as she went, wanting to take him all the way to the back of her throat before she started moving. her eyes fluttered shut as his hand drifted, a shiver down her spine. the sound surprised her almost as much as the smack itself did, forcing a whimper from her as she moaned softly around his cock. she slid down even lower, steadying herself with a hand on his thigh. as soon as she felt his tip touch the back of her throat she paused, holding herself there, fighting against her gag reflex as she wiggled her ass, hoping for another spank.

[legaciesladies]

[rampld]

click the source for 246 gifs of LESLIE GRACE in IN THE HEIGHTS(2021). she is of dominican descent. please note that i do not approve of the 5+/- age rule. these were made from scratch and more will be added at my leisure, so please don’t edit, repost or claim as your own or i will eat you. tag me if you’re posting edited gif icons for public use. consider reblogging to spread poc options if useful. enjoy !

[studdedleather]

closed starter for @gloomcursed

brand was half sure something was going to happen. couldn’t say what that something would be, didn’t want to hazard a guess lest they curse the whole damn thing by giving something a name before anything actually happened. but there had been things. looks, lingering ones. smirks, all cheeky. tipsy two-am run-ins in the kitchen that left them wondering what it would be like to—nooo, that’s not what good roommates did. good roommates were respectful and kind and definitely did not think about their housemates pressed up against them. or maybe they did, because that’s what brand had been doing more and more often as of late, and they were fairly certain they were indeed a good roommate.

except for the fact that, every once in a while, they forgot to knock. like now. but this was important, a train of thought that must be boarded before it left the station without them. brand popped the door to axel’s room with a question already halfway out of their mouth: “d’you reckon i’d look like a dick with antlers tattooed across my chest? or would that be hot? need a pro's opinion.”

[fairytca]

muse: debbie martin, 30-35 / bartender + graphic designer open to — f / nb plot: y/m is the sweet preacher's daughter in sundresses and pearls and debbie is the rough older woman from the wrong side of the tracks who rides a motorbike and smells of cigarettes

she flicked the ash off the end of her cigarette, the glow lighting up her face in the low neon haze outside the bar. it was just another night for her. beer-slick floors, men too drunk to tip right and the hum of her bike waiting like a promise at the curb. she hadn't expected a girl like her to show up. sundress, pearls catching the light, like she'd stepped right out of a hymn and straight into debbie's world of smoke and trouble. she leaned against the brick wall, one boot pressed flat to it, dark eyes trailing over the preacher's daughter with something slow and assessing. "you sure you're in the right place, sweetheart?" debbie whispered; voice low, roughened by smoke and whiskey. "places like this.. they don't usually play nice with girls like you." she took another drag, exhaling it in a lazy cloud before letting the corner of her mouth twist up in a smirk. "but then again, maybe that's the point. maybe you like getting close to the fire, huh?"

[studdedleather]

rocio couldn’t say for certain what exactly her plan was, or what she hoped to get out of any of this. her license was burning a hole in her pocket, a glaring reminder that this was technically, all things considered, above board. legal. but in the two years since her twenty-first birthday she’d never once used that license for anything other than driving a car and boarding an airplane to visit family out of state. this was… very different. out of character. she was used to church halls and backyard barbecues, functions sanctioned by her father and organized by his congregation. the most she’d ever had to drink was communion wine and a single beer she snuck at nineteen to share at a sleepover with her best friend. maybe she should’ve dressed differently for the occasion, worn something less innocent, something that didn’t scream i’m ten leagues out of my depth. rocio smoothed the front of her sundress as she stood before the bar, peering up at the backlit sign overhead and the buzzing neon in dark windows that called to her with a promise of sin.

just as she was about to step forward and reach for the door to her very own sodom and gomorrah, a voice drew her attention. brown eyes followed the trail of cigarette smoke toward the sky before dipping back down to the source. a woman, looking at her with something rocio couldn’t quite place, something that drew a surprising warmth to her cheeks. “this is a bar,” she said, hating immediately how silly that sounded, how juvenile she must seem to this woman who looked like she’d stepped right out of a biker movie that rocio never would have been allowed to watch. “and i’m looking for a drink.” she’d never gotten too close to the proverbial fire, ever aware of the watchful eyes of her father and each member of his congregation that would report back to him if they caught her with her hand in the cookie jar. that was why she chose this place; there would be none of that here. “i’ve never gotten close enough to get burned before,” she said, daring a step closer to the woman, a curious look settling on her face. “are you saying i should be scared? that you won’t play nice with me?”

[studdedleather]

open to: f / nb / queer men (no cishet men please) muse: della dunne-munro , research/personal assistant (twenty-nine, she/her, queer, sub-leaning switch) plot: della's shitty situationship just left her on the side of the road in a strange town. your muse is driving by and, hey, would they mind giving her a ride? she's low on cash but she can pay them back another way, and she'd be oh so grateful for the rescue.

“come on!” she sent her phone flying before she could think better of it. it wasn’t even broken, just dead, but she wouldn’t be surprised if the screen was fucked when she went to go pick it up. she wasn’t sure where exactly she was, only that home was maybe three hours away and her ride was long gone. and it was raining. maybe if she stuck out her thumb a friendly driver would stop and take her to the nearest bus station. “don’t be stupid,” she muttered to herself, “you’re not getting in a car with a stranger.” she dropped onto the curb and looked around, each passing car looking more and more inviting as the minutes ticked by. who was she kidding—della would get in a car with just about anyone if it meant getting out of the rain and getting closer to home.

[studdedleather]

...if it's what you want, i would give my life

@egotistival

[wickcdmindz]

cain’s nostrils flared, drinking in the sharp tang of sweat, fear, and desperation that hung around della like a perfume she hadn’t meant to wear. it was sweet. too sweet. intoxicating. her ears twitched at the delicate crunch of glass somewhere above her, the sound crisp, deliciously loud in the hollow of the building. she lifted her head, lips parting in a grin that was all teeth and heat, and let herself slip into it—the chase, the hunt, the thrill that surged like wildfire through her veins.

every step she took was measured yet eager, soft against the cracked floors, as though she were savoring the anticipation, tasting the fear before it even reached her. the building groaned, a willing accomplice, walls and beams echoing her pursuit. she could sense della, up there, thinking she had a moment, a chance, but oh…the higher she climbed, the more vulnerable she became, and cain’s pulse quickened, sharp and wild.

“that's good,” she whispered into the emptiness, voice low and thick, curling around the corners of the hallways. “show me what you’ve got, little dove.”

and then she moved. a darting, fluid shadow across the floorboards, muscles coiling and snapping with raw, untamed grace. she climbed faster than any normal human should, each leap and turn precise, predatory, a predator sculpted in flesh and malice. the scent of fear thickened, clinging to her tongue, and her grin widened, eyes glinting with that terrible joy that came from being unstoppable, untouchable, fully, purely herself. i need you under my fingertips. now...where did you run off to?

[studdedleather]

for nearly a full second della froze. her heart refused to beat. she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even blink, eyes gone wide. her feet held fast to the ground, the left one pressing precariously—stupidly—into the scattering of glass shards that were, without a shred of a doubt, the first grand misstep towards her downfall. it felt gritty underfoot, a trillion-decibel crunch echoing like thunder in her head. she snapped back to reality in an instant as the building seemed to inhale, breathing in around her, a constriction magnified tenfold as the walls pressed in and the ceiling sunk, and perhaps this was no reality at all. perhaps she had slipped into a fantasy, a nightmare, a laboratory mouse dropped into a shifting labyrinth with a cat on her tail.

she kept going, she had to, eyes on the ground as she sidestepped the rest of the glass and crept towards the door at the edge of the room. it sat ajar, open just enough for her to slip through without touching it, without risking the chance of a sound, though she was almost certain now that whatever she did, whatever move she made, could be heard anyway. like the building was cain’s eyes and ears as much as it seemed to be her playground.

della nearly hit her knees when she saw her options on the other side of the door. there was only one. up. a thin staircase stretched before her, a strained artery through which she’d have to pass if she wanted any chance at survival, no matter how slim. in a moment of weakness she risked a look over her shoulder, back through the open door. there was nothing yet to see, but she knew the hunter was there. somewhere. closing the distance between them with every passing second. part of her longed to call out and ask why: why now, why this, why her? another part of her wanted to lay down, curl up, and let it happen. what was the worst cain could do to her, anyway? morbid curiosity tightened around her chest.

“no.” she uttered the word as quiet as could be, just loud enough for her own ears. she shouldn’t be curious, she should be running.

she started up the stairs and dreamed of a fire escape. hell, she’d take a rickety rusty (risky) ladder at that point. anything that would deposit her back on the ground where solid footing could take her far away from here. lost momentarily in her head, della slipped on a sagging step she hadn't seen and cried out before she could help it, the sound cracking through stale air like a gunshot. her hands hit the stairs and her body sagged, a desperate whine following as a nail dug at her palm. the air seemed to darken, though there was no change to the light, and the walls began to press in again, quicker now, and della knew cain was close. that it was only a matter of time.

but maybe she could buy herself a few extra seconds, and maybe that would make all the difference. “fuck.” she cursed under her breath and began to crawl, scurrying up the stairs on hands and feet, dreading the bite of the beast on her heels.

[cruelangcls]

"nope. that's the whole point baby girl. it's a bit of a mystery." it would be a nice, relaxing weekend away. dakota was getting a little sick of his parents constant monitoring of his life. he was much too old to deal with all of that now. plus who didn't enjoy some time away with a sugar baby? especially one of claire's talents. "you're offering to give daddy some road head huh?" dakota didn't hide the smirk or the growing bulge she was already sneaking towards. "tell you what. put me in your mouth for a few miles and i'll see how that makes me feel. how's about that?" he tossed black hair over his shoulder and gave her a little nudge.

[studdedleather]

a mystery. claire could make her peace with that, even if it meant not knowing how much longer they would be on the road for. missing out on a weekend’s worth of tips at the restaurant typically would’ve driven her a little crazy, but she knew that dakota would more than make up for it. he always did. “if daddy tells me what i want to know, he’ll get somewhere even sweeter to put this pretty thing.” her hand inched higher and slid over his bulge, giving it a gentle squeeze as she leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek. “but for now… your wish is my command.” she lowered herself over his lap and unzipped his pants, a happy little hum slipping out as she freed his cock. her hand circled the base, thumb gently brushing the underside. she parted her lips to give the head a lingering open-mouthed kiss, tongue peeking out to wet the tip and tease the tiny slit before sinking down, taking the first few inches into the warm wet heat of her mouth.

[wickcdmindz]

muse: cain (primal domme, beast-like hunter in supernatural verses, trans femme, just really likes chasing people) open to femme musesplot: cain's chasing someone through an abandoned building of some sort? idk. this is her idea of foreplay. note: cain bites--just a heads up

her voice drifted through the hallways, low and viscous, curling into every corner. “you thought the shadows would hide you…but i hear the tremble in your bones.” a floorboard groaned beneath her, soft yet insistent, and she let the sound linger. “run, if you like…every door you slam only sharpens the trap around you, little dove.” she moved closer, patient and unyielding, savoring the way fear bled into the air, thick and unmistakable.

[studdedleather]

a bead of cold sweat slipped down della’s spine. her body knew something she didn’t—it must have—because beneath the thick layer of fear lived a ripple of something that coiled like a pit viper, poised to strike. she was known for her deference, acquiescence, her undying desperation to please anyone who so much as looked at her. she could run, she could hide. but could she fight? cain’s words slid through her mind, a hot knife through already soft butter. no, she couldn’t fight. she’d lose, every single time. a strangled whimper made a bid for freedom, crawling its way up her throat only to be stopped in its tracks by a hand slapped over her mouth as she pressed her back to the nearest wall and prayed for the first time since childhood. cain was right, her bones were trembling. heart racing, aching, straining. her skin prickled. the air around her tasted of dust and abandonment, of lives no longer lived here. wherever here used to be. if she could just make it a little farther, if she could just put enough distance between predator and prey, then perhaps she could find a crack to slip through. a path home. della held her breath and inched along the wall. small steps. this could work. this could get her somewhere. a single bud of hope began to bloom in her chest, and—and shattered glass crunched underfoot and, oh, she was fucked.

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  happy sunday! here's another assortment of smut / nsfw dialogue prompts but with more explicit language. a dirtier sequel to my other, more subtle, smut prompt list. please do not interact if you are under eighteen. )

❛ you can't expect me to do all the work. i want to see what that pretty mouth of yours can do. ❜

❛ you're mine, and i take care of what belongs to me. ❜

❛ i want to fuck you so badly. ❜

❛ i want you to fuck me so badly. ❜

❛ do you really think you’re in a position to give orders? ❜

❛ please. make me feel good. no one else can like you. ❜

❛ you can call me whatever you want, baby. ❜

❛ be good, and i'll fuck you / let you fuck me. ❜

❛ we're going to fuck right here? what if someone sees us? ❜

❛ that really does make you hard. i can feel you pulsing inside me. ❜

❛ do whatever you want with me, i'm yours. ❜

❛ your body was made for mine. ❜

❛ you keep your hands where they are or i'll tie them up. ❜

❛ you want gentle? wrong fucking address. ❜

❛ have a little trust in yourself, i know you can take it. ❜

❛ it's my thigh or nothing. i'm not helping you get off. ❜

❛ i'm waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you. ❜

❛ i don't care if someone sees us. i need you, now. ❜

❛ i can see you enjoy having the upper hand for once. ❜

❛ you're such a fucking tease, you know that? ❜

❛ let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up. ❜

❛ come in me. i need you to fill me up. ❜

❛ now, i'll ask again, are you going to be good for me? ❜

❛ we both know how much you're going to enjoy this. ❜

❛ i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making. ❜

❛ you can take my clothes off for me. ❜

❛ begging is a good look for you. ❜

❛ i'll take good care of you, i promise. ❜

❛ i'd say you need someone to put you in your place. ❜

❛ so good for me. look how much you came. ❜

❛ i can take care of you. you won't need anyone but me. ❜

❛ it made them hard to see me bleed. just like it's making you hard. ❜

❛ you're mine. you've always been mine. ❜

❛ i want to see how pretty you look with your lips around my dick / strap. ❜

❛ i'm simply enjoying the view. it's not every day i get to fuck someone so pretty. ❜

❛ you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. ❜

❛ you came so fast, i barely even touched you. ❜

❛ do what you want, but you'd better make it good or i'll kill you. ❜

❛ as much as i'd love to have you choking on me, i'm impatient and there's something else i want more. ❜

❛ missed my touch that much, did you? ❜

❛ someone's needy. ❜

❛ you taste like heaven. ❜

❛ i need to come. please, i'll do anything. ❜

❛ i'm going to put that mouth of yours to good use. ❜

❛ you're fucking gorgeous like that, spread out like a good boy / girl who just wants to be eaten. ❜

❛ you'll be begging for me by the time i'm through with you. ❜

❛ let me stay like this in you for a little bit. ❜

❛ look at that pretty expression. i always knew you could make one. ❜

❛ was it good for you too? it's never been like that before. you've never been like this before. ❜

❛ is that how you usually get out of these situations? by fucking your way out of them? ❜

❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ❜

[junkfoodcinemas]

Behind the Scenes: Daniela Melchior as Isabel FAST X (2023) dir. Louis Leterrier