#hornydemonrp

[thcfantasyfactory]

@hornydemonrp (you better love this because this took forever 😢)

Laughter spilled from the corner table where four stunning young women sat, each one turning heads in her own right. It was the perfect girls’ night out—dressed to kill, drinks in hand, and more than a little mischief in the air. The three older women, especially, seemed to have a plan in mind.

“I’m just saying, you should let yourself cut loose. Get a little wild for once,” Avery teased, crossing one toned leg over the other as she sipped her cocktail, her smirk daring. “I can see it in you, April—you’ve got a dirty side just waiting to come out.”

“Avery, don’t push her,” Luna chided gently, protective of their newest friend. The redhead only rolled her eyes.

April twirled a strand of hair around her finger, cheeks flushed. Nervous as she was, her wide-eyed curiosity betrayed her interest. “No, it’s fine, Luna. She’s not wrong. I just… wouldn’t even know where to start.”

Harlow, half-listening, had her attention locked on the tall, handsome stranger leaning against the bar. “How about with him?” she suggested, lips curling into a wicked grin. “What do you think, ladies—should we invite him to join us?”

Before anyone could answer, Avery was already on her feet, sliding up beside him with a confidence that turned heads. “Hey, cutie,” she purred, resting her arm lightly on the bar. “You all alone tonight?”

[nottheemuse]

I may have "started" the other thread, @hornydemonrp, but Will created this monster.

Will had given Cora a second key, and she used it, but it took a couple of months for her to get comfortable doing so. Progress by her metric. But once she slipped into that comfortability, there was this nagging fantasy that wouldn't stop popping up in the middle of her days - one she'd never been able to get quite right with him, even if she’d tried halfhearted versions. Funnily enough, it involved a little 'playing house'. She'd just always needed the element of surprise to make it feel right for her. Now she had it, at least for the most part. Cora had shared her location with him forever ago since it was a practical, easy way to let folks know she was safe or at least where to find her, and he was one of the ones she didn’t want to worry, so he had it without ever asking. But she had also shared it assuming that no one was really looking often, especially if she’d been in touch recently. She hoped that was right. It hadn’t been hard to switch her flight back, to catch an earlier one, to get in a day before he expected. His place was quiet when she arrived, and for the first time ever happy to find it empty. And for the first time ever, she didn't feel awkward being there without him. Like it might be a little bit her place too. It was a few hours later, early evening, when Cora heard his key in the lock, excitement and pure lust fueling her.

Kitten heels clicked against his floor, the little, redheaded minx greeting him in them and nothing else, save the gingham apron that was tied behind her neck and loosely around her bare hips. 

“Dinner’ll be done soon, handsome.” She’d rarely ever cooked for anyone, didn’t care to do it, but let the record show that she could cook, and do it well. Cora had prepared a whole chicken and some vegetables, letting them roast in the oven on low heat. Smiling up at him, she teased at the hem of the apron, proposing, “Or maybe,” trying and failing to not giggle at how cheesy it sounded “You want dessert first?”

[chvmpiionsx]

@hornydemonrp gets a starter.

To say she was nervous would have been an understatement. But she was about to start a new chapter in her life, one outside the walls of the W.WE. She never expected to be a lounge singer, but since her singing career hadn’t taken off in the direction she would have liked. This would have to do for now. After all she still had bills that needed to be paid. Clad in a tight fitting dress and matching heels, she took a small breath in as she found herself outside the owner’s office door.

“Excuse me?” She said after knocking, and had come face to face with Sam. “I just wanted to thank you again for taking a chance on me. I will try not to disappoint you.” She said with a smile.

[somebrokenfate]

Allie leaned against the hood of her car. Was this creepy? Maybe, but he wasn't answering her texts, and she had needs. She scuffed her shoe against the pavement, inpatient as ever. She'd worn a dress, one she knew Isaac liked, because that's how needy she was right now.

"You look cute with your backpack. So studious," Allie calls out as she sees him leaving the library.

@hornydemonrp

[getugoiing]

continued from here ; @hornydemonrp !

"Look at you..." she cooed, as if that maternal instinct hadn't veered that far away. "See, I knew you could do it, Isaac." she hummed in approval, letting her hand brush along his arm, rubbing it gently, the distance between them dissipating gradually. "Use your words, honey, You seem so..." she paused, racking her brain to find the right words herself. "Pent up."

[writermuses]

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"Oh? Not a fan of my driving?" Emiko grinned from the driver's seat, her dark eyes flitting to Sam for just a brief moment before focusing on the road again. "Good thing I'm willing to let you drive us back to the city. Would be a bit rude of me to not let you have your fun, wouldn't it?" She definitely wasn't going as fast as she would if she were alone and, given the grin on her face, Emi suspected that Sam knew that, so she turned back to the road ahead, smiling as she sped up just a touch, the car smoothly moving into another gear.

With rosy cheeks, Emiko nibbled on her lip to stop herself from being even more obvious about her attraction to him. Sam was clearly far more clever with words than she was and it almost stung that she was so easy to read. Accepting the eloquence of his call out, Emi sighed and looked at him. "Oh, I'm definitely starved for something, but your hand isn't up my skirt, so I guess I'll have to focus on the road and the meal at the end of it."

[nottheemuse]

hey so we all (all being me and my muses, not you) talked about it, and Talia really wants Isaac so... I accidentally wrote a starter for you @hornydemonrp

It felt so naughty, even if it was after hours, the way Talia had summoned Isaac into the stacks of her brother’s shop in the middle of the night. His back was pressed against a shelf filled with colorful titles, and if she weren’t so singularly focused, she might be curious.

But right now, her eyes were cast between them in the dim lighting, fumbling with his belt, only then thinking to ask, “Is this okay? I was…” She’d been in her room, hand between her legs, thinking of him, and finally worked up the courage to text him to come over. It wasn't until now she was explaining why. “I really want you in my mouth.”

[thcfantasyfactory]

@hornydemonrp brooklyn/will cont

Brooklyn was genuinely surprised by how patient he was with her. She wasn’t used to it—not in the slightest. Her entire body felt like it was humming with nervous, electric energy, so charged she half-worried she might pass out from it. And yet… he didn’t seem annoyed. If anything, he looked like he found it endearing. At least, that's what she was hoping.

Still, she knew that if she wanted this moment to unfold the way she hoped, she needed to breathe—slow down. Like he said, there was no rush. They could take their time.

She bit her lip as he guided her into his lap, the warmth of his body beneath her making her heart stutter. The intimate position wasn’t helping calm her nerves—if anything, it magnified them—but it also anchored her. His hands were firm but reassuring, his touch sending slow-burning heat curling low in her belly. He’d made her feel safe. Wanted. And now, all she had to do was surrender to it.

With a small, steadying breath, she looked up into his eyes, her wide green gaze soft and earnest. Then she gave a quiet nod. "I’d like that. Very much," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

And then, slowly, she leaned in and kissed him.

The kiss started slow, delicate, her full lips grazing his like a question. But with every brush, every subtle pull, she melted a little more. Her hands moved from his chest to his shoulders, fingers curling gently into the fabric of his shirt as her body pressed closer, hips shifting slightly against his lap, feeling the warmth and firmness of him beneath her.

Each kiss deepened with unspoken want, a soft sigh slipping from her lips as she let herself give in. She wasn’t trying to impress—she didn’t need to. This was pure instinct, sensation, hunger laced with tenderness.