#pon.interactions

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It was hard for Peter to be the traditional romantic that most of his previous partners wanted. Vicoire was the first that he decided to be himself. That meant giving into every sultry and ravenous desire that ran across his dirty mind. He was just glad that she was willing. Her hesitancy caused him to laugh and hum. Fingers run along her thighs, teasing her gently. "I love fooling around with you." He whispered into her ear, then kissing her neck. "But I really want to see what kind of dirty things you watch." A gentle squeeze to her thigh made him smirk. "I bet you're really naughty when no one's around." // @kiillmeromantically

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open to: f / nb muse: pon "peter" miyazaki, thirty-two, outdoorsy chef who is always looking for an adventure plot: your muse invited peter on an all expense paid retreat... but they forgot to mention it was a couples retreat

Beautiful island air brushed through the shimmering palm trees. The sea was a beautiful view and could be seen, perfectly, from the villas that stood in a small formation a small distance from the docks. One large building stood away from the others, serving as a large hub where all the businesses and resturaunts were located. There, the patrons could enjoy themselves in a common area as well as rent out any equipment they could want to participate in the various activities.

Peter was finally able to set his things down when they got into their suite. A single king-sized bed stood in the center of a wide villa. It was complete with a large bathroom that had a shower that was large enough to fit a dozen people. There was a patio that also housed a private jacuzzi. Everything was beautiful and romantic—Peter couldn't hold his tongue any longer. "Okay... I thought maybe I was hearing the guide wrong but I'm starting to think that you forgot to mention a pretty LARGE detail about this retreat.

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His father would kill him. A God shouldn't be as invested, as he was, with a singular mortal. Every day he kept up with her doings. There was something exciting about the way he could watch her tackle the small grievances that he could throw her way. The God's abilities should be used to cause waves to steer boats in the wrong directions or cause a greedy noble to lose his wealth in an accidental fire. Peter fed off the misfortune of others. Yet he found himself satiated by misplacing the woman's things or causing her to trip on rubble.

She was strong. That much was clear. No matter what he threw at her, he watched as she overcame the obstacles. Tonight he decided that he wanted to see more from her. He lived for the surprise. When he would see the widening eyes of men who were lost at sea or the shock when someone misplaces a deed that causes a family to lose their home. But he's never seen the look of shock on her face. Tonight he was determined to change that.

Every night he would flood her dreams with sultry and devious acts—wanting to leave her breathless in the night. Flashes of him and a romance that brewed between them was easy fodder for her sensual dreams. He wondered if she'd warn her friends or family that her nights were filled with visions of hedonistic acts with the God of Mischief. Once a full moon illuminates the kingdom, he decides to manifest her dreams into reality. 

A small tap onto the door of her home, standing in his best noble attire. He decides to showcase some restraint, his wide wings only faintly showing enough to prove to her that what she would see is not of this realm. All he wanted was to see the look on her face—he wants to know that she thinks of him just as much as he thinks of her.

When the door opens, he grins and walks in as if he were already welcome. "No need to wait any longer, my love. I'm here." // @nonscnse

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Another tense night at yet another failed banquet. The kingdom have been holding various events to entice princes from all around. When other royal families came to the castle, many of the young men looked to the princess for her hand. Peter watched as each of them were turned away. There was a strange sense of power, knowing that she was so devoted to him. He loved seeing how addicted she was.

As night fell, he found his traditional post—right outside of her bedroom. The moon flew in the sky and illuminated the castle walls through the wide windows. That usually meant that it would be another few hours before any other staff would walk by. Peter took this opportunity to slip into her bedroom. "You did so good today." He spoke, confident that she wouldn't sleep before seeing him. "I feel bad for Sir John." The sarcastic tone evident in the confident knight's speech. "He really thought he had a chance with you." When he approaches, he lets his hands feel her soft hair. "How did you feel, today, my love?"

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starter for @intcxications based on this!

Their relationship had gotten interesting, the past few weeks. Peter had gone through some sort of heat and slowly found himself wanting her more and more—even in her sleep. It had become a nightly routine. Maybe he was addicted to it. Addicted to the way her body was limp and accessible. Their fridge was painted with polaroids from the previous nights. Tonight would be no different.

They fell asleep spooning and he was so glad that he told her to stop wearing clothes to bed. His hands began exploring her body, making him smirk as he could feel his own dick growing already.

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Ropes of cum unload onto the woman. Peter loved watching her body underneath his. Maybe it was a power thing. There was something about making a mess on her that turned him on. "You're such a whore." The male smirked, biting his lip. "I bet you love whenever I make a mess on you. Don't you?"

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open to m / f / nb ! (f or nb if romantic connection)

plot: give me a cheesy slasher thread! complete w summer, sex, and careless youth. ur muse can be the other counselor that he's about to sleep with or give me the slasher for fun. (or both 👀)

In the center of dense woods lay a summercamp that surrounds a quaint lake. The kids haven't arrived yet—leaving the camp counselors to their own devices for the first week. Like every year, Peter made sure to share his cabin with his summer fling. They've been together every summer since they were in grade school. It was shocking that they haven't made it official outside of the summer season. But he liked it that way.

Now here they were, in his bed. Their clothes were almost completely off—meaning they were both shirtless and already working on the pants. "God I missed you—" A branch SNAPS from the weight of something outside. Loud enough to get the male to turn his head. Trees rustle in the wind while the sounds of footsteps sound outside. "Shit. Hold on." He did not appreciate any other counselors interrupting them. Everyone knew what was going on. Peter peeks out the window and makes sure the door is locked. His eyes squint to look out. Nothing is out there. "I must be hearing things."

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starter for @lunarrscribbles !

based on this!

This was just like Peter. He meets a nice girl and immediately lets her take over her life. A fling turns into a soulmate—and their roadtrip has now turned into them running away. 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 lit the way as they moved down the empty street. Rarely any streetlights worked and they hadn't seen a town in about an hour. "Have any of your friends asked where you've been yet?" Peter asked, speaking softly. There wasn't much noise; only their roadtrip playlist and the soft hum of his car. "I swear I've gotten five calls, just today, asking where I've been." In the distance, Peter could see a small town. The motel sign light up, standing tall beside what seemed to be the local bar.