Emily

🛒 for sale

Emily has never felt more awkward in her own skin before, and she blames Mao. The Chinese woman had somehow gotten her to agree to dressing up as a maid with her to raise money. The goal is for someone to bid on her, the highest bidder will have her as their personal maid for one whole day. It isn’t only the black and white short frilly dress that bothers Em, it’s the fact that among the possible buyers tonight, bladers, she isn’t well liked or even considered cute. Her own team commented on how off it was seeing her in a dress like this. For someone with pride like Em, not having anyone bid for her would hurt.

Emily has a tired, but very satesfied, smile on her face as she meets Boris’ eyes. “Crazy suits you.” She says, not with affection but a closeness she rarely shows, before she places a hand on his chest and urges him to move. They made a mess. She can feel it move down the skin of her thigh. There is no shyness about being naked, as she checks her phone. Angry messages from Judy. Missed calls. After a sigh, she looks back at Boris. “The shower is a bit small, but join me.”

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Boris gives a small laugh. “Not many would agree.” Many would rather he not be crazy even a little bit. Boris moves and sits on the edge of the bed, watching as Emily checks her phone. He should check his own but he knows it won’t be good. Yuriy doesn’t like to be ignored for too long. “Do smell that bad?” He teases before standing with her. He supposes he can give her this also. Get to see how she looks wet and naked.

Emily can't keep a slight grin of her face as she looks back at Boris. "You're pretty stinky." A very big lie, a tease, playful in a way that shows a form of closeness she rarely displays. Her phone is forgotten, she can take care of that later. Deal with Judy. Deal with her team. She has missed one training session, one, and they can't bitch about it as they are way worse. "Hope you like hot showers." She says as she moves into the bathroom, turning on that narrow shower.

#maid for sale #smut

Heir

Garland can feel his cheeks grow hot with embarrassment and anger. He knew his council were concerned he's not had any children yet, but he didn't think it called for this. "You... Expect me to take this woman as a second wife?" His current wife, thankfully, is not here. Recovering from a constant sickness, the true reason they've not had children yet. Garland loathes the idea of forcing his Queen to go through such hardships when sick. Taking a second wife is common for kings such as himself, but Garland hates how this will look. Like he's replacing the Queen because she can't 'fulfil' her duties to him. Doesn't help the woman they present looks unsure herself. He wonders if she's aware what they were planning when bringing her here.

Emily's eyes widen as everyone starts to leave. Even her mother, steps back so easily. He is the king after all. The young woman swallows hard and looks up. Finding some courage, and looks at the man. Waiting for him to speak.

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Garland lets out a long breath as the room empties, feeling the pressure of their stares lessen. When he is able, he needs to replace some of those old lords. They lack respect simply because of his young age. Turning his eyes to the Lady, Garland gives a small smile. "May I have your name?" Her family name he was given, but not her first.

Suddenly, the silence is so loud. The weight of Garland's stare is so heavy. It is clear that Emily wasn't told everything before agreeing. Not close to everything. Luckily, she manages to keep trembling of nerves, but mostly anger, as she replies. "My name is Emily." Her voice is steady, maybe appearing a bit cold. "I was told I would... help you and your Queen have a child, nothing more."

#[ heir ]

Heir

Garland can feel his cheeks grow hot with embarrassment and anger. He knew his council were concerned he's not had any children yet, but he didn't think it called for this. "You... Expect me to take this woman as a second wife?" His current wife, thankfully, is not here. Recovering from a constant sickness, the true reason they've not had children yet. Garland loathes the idea of forcing his Queen to go through such hardships when sick. Taking a second wife is common for kings such as himself, but Garland hates how this will look. Like he's replacing the Queen because she can't 'fulfil' her duties to him. Doesn't help the woman they present looks unsure herself. He wonders if she's aware what they were planning when bringing her here.

Unsure, yes, that is something that Emily feels a lot right now. Standing beside her mother, a wealthy businesswoman who wants a good connection to the rulers of this nation. But also, determined. Blue eyes take in the anger on the beautiful man's face. She has gone through months of physical tests to prepare for this. Yet, she wasn't expecting the title of wife coming up. "Wife?" Emily repeats, eyes moving to her mother.

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Garland doesn't miss the little moment between the woman and who he assumes is her mother. Hm, at least he wasn't the only one blind sided by this. Was she expecting to just be some mistress to get favour for her family? He wonders. Turning his attention back to his councilmen, he glares hard at the one who leads the talking. Garland is still new to throne, so he doesn't understand why they are so concerned for such things. His Father passed three summers ago, and Garland is still trying to figure out how to be a good ruler. "Enough..." Garland sighs, halting the people talking at him. They know they can bully him with this. He can even imagine his Queen giving her weak smile and saying they are right. He needs a son, and she can't give him it. "You will all leave.... Apart for you, my Lady." Garland gesture to the would be wife. He wants to know her thoughts on this before agreeing.

Emily's eyes widen as everyone starts to leave. Even her mother, steps back so easily. He is the king after all. The young woman swallows hard and looks up. Finding some courage, and looks at the man. Waiting for him to speak.

#[ heir ]

🛒 for sale

Emily has never felt more awkward in her own skin before, and she blames Mao. The Chinese woman had somehow gotten her to agree to dressing up as a maid with her to raise money. The goal is for someone to bid on her, the highest bidder will have her as their personal maid for one whole day. It isn’t only the black and white short frilly dress that bothers Em, it’s the fact that among the possible buyers tonight, bladers, she isn’t well liked or even considered cute. Her own team commented on how off it was seeing her in a dress like this. For someone with pride like Em, not having anyone bid for her would hurt.

Emily closes her eyes. She just knows she’ll be sore tomorrow, feeling well fucked and tender. Her pale freckled cheeks turn even more pink as Boris listens to her. Gives her what she wants. Her tighs tense up, and tremble. She is so close. Every moan gets louder. Until he slams into her just right and she feels like she explodes into thousands and thousands of pieces. “Boris!” She lets out, her body trembling under him as she cums yet again.

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Boris curses loudly as Emily tightens around him. He barely manages one more thrust before he’s cumming along with her. Groaning her name against her neck as the pleasure of his release washes over him. God damn this girl is far too much fun. Taking a moment to catch his breath, Boris pushes himself up so he can look down at Emily. “Ha… You drive me a little crazy.” He can’t help but admit. It is the truth after all.

Emily has a tired, but very satesfied, smile on her face as she meets Boris' eyes. "Crazy suits you." She says, not with affection but a closeness she rarely shows, before she places a hand on his chest and urges him to move. They made a mess. She can feel it move down the skin of her thigh. There is no shyness about being naked, as she checks her phone. Angry messages from Judy. Missed calls. After a sigh, she looks back at Boris. "The shower is a bit small, but join me."

#maid for sale #smut

🛒 for sale

Emily has never felt more awkward in her own skin before, and she blames Mao. The Chinese woman had somehow gotten her to agree to dressing up as a maid with her to raise money. The goal is for someone to bid on her, the highest bidder will have her as their personal maid for one whole day. It isn’t only the black and white short frilly dress that bothers Em, it’s the fact that among the possible buyers tonight, bladers, she isn’t well liked or even considered cute. Her own team commented on how off it was seeing her in a dress like this. For someone with pride like Em, not having anyone bid for her would hurt.

Emily´s pale legs tremble as they cling to his waist, holding him close. A sound she won´t be proud of escapes her as Boris attacks her neck with rough lips, and even a bit of teeth. The American can feel how her aching pussy tightens around Boris´ member. Even after cumming, her body is aching for him. For his low voice, strong body, perfect dick, and rough ways. Her chest heaves up and down, freckled chest flushed, nipples hard and erect. “Yes…~ ” Emily breathes at last. “I´m not… satesfied yet.” Her smile turns into a playful smirk, clearly not complaining but wanting more of what he can offer.

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Boris curses low against her skin. Who’s have thought Emily of all people would have such a sexual appetite. Boris thanks his past self for buying her in that stupid auction now. He’d not have her like this if he didn’t. “Fuck..” He shifts his body slightly, giving Emily exactly what she wants. A hard, fast pace to try and drive another orgasm out of her. Boris knows he won’t last much longer but god damn he wants to have her cumming on his dick again.

Emily closes her eyes. She just knows she'll be sore tomorrow, feeling well fucked and tender. Her pale freckled cheeks turn even more pink as Boris listens to her. Gives her what she wants. Her tighs tense up, and tremble. She is so close. Every moan gets louder. Until he slams into her just right and she feels like she explodes into thousands and thousands of pieces. "Boris!" She lets out, her body trembling under him as she cums yet again.

#maid for sale #smut

Heir

Garland can feel his cheeks grow hot with embarrassment and anger. He knew his council were concerned he's not had any children yet, but he didn't think it called for this. "You... Expect me to take this woman as a second wife?" His current wife, thankfully, is not here. Recovering from a constant sickness, the true reason they've not had children yet. Garland loathes the idea of forcing his Queen to go through such hardships when sick. Taking a second wife is common for kings such as himself, but Garland hates how this will look. Like he's replacing the Queen because she can't 'fulfil' her duties to him. Doesn't help the woman they present looks unsure herself. He wonders if she's aware what they were planning when bringing her here.

Unsure, yes, that is something that Emily feels a lot right now. Standing beside her mother, a wealthy businesswoman who wants a good connection to the rulers of this nation. But also, determined. Blue eyes take in the anger on the beautiful man's face. She has gone through months of physical tests to prepare for this. Yet, she wasn't expecting the title of wife coming up. "Wife?" Emily repeats, eyes moving to her mother.

#[ heir ]

🛒 for sale

Emily has never felt more awkward in her own skin before, and she blames Mao. The Chinese woman had somehow gotten her to agree to dressing up as a maid with her to raise money. The goal is for someone to bid on her, the highest bidder will have her as their personal maid for one whole day. It isn’t only the black and white short frilly dress that bothers Em, it’s the fact that among the possible buyers tonight, bladers, she isn’t well liked or even considered cute. Her own team commented on how off it was seeing her in a dress like this. For someone with pride like Em, not having anyone bid for her would hurt.

Ocean blue eyes go wide as Boris reaches deep within her. Her lips open in a silent moan, one that only grows louder and louder for every thrust. The burning ache inside of her grows and grows. The fast and hard pace makes her orgasm suddenly around the man, but she doesn’t want him to stop. She moves her hips against him, with him, wanting him to feel good enough to explode.

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Boris lets out a satisfied groan. The sounds coming from Emily are addictive, the feel of her around his cock even more so. “Fuck!” He slams in deep, needing to take a moment as Emily cums hard around him. The way her hips moving not helping him calm his own orgasm. “Emily… Ha.” He grins, grinding his hips hard against hers. Fucking nice and deep. “Greedy. You want another?” He teases, teeth finding her neck now and intending to mark her good.

Emily´s pale legs tremble as they cling to his waist, holding him close. A sound she won´t be proud of escapes her as Boris attacks her neck with rough lips, and even a bit of teeth. The American can feel how her aching pussy tightens around Boris´ member. Even after cumming, her body is aching for him. For his low voice, strong body, perfect dick, and rough ways. Her chest heaves up and down, freckled chest flushed, nipples hard and erect. "Yes...~ " Emily breathes at last. "I´m not... satesfied yet." Her smile turns into a playful smirk, clearly not complaining but wanting more of what he can offer.

#smut

leneemusing

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS

feel free to edit pronouns as needed! content warning for some strong language, threats and implied violence.

to each other:

❝ you’re mine. only mine. ❞

❝ i’m all yours. ❞

❝ mine. ❞

❝ yours. ❞

❝ we belong to each other. ❞

❝ you belong to me. ❞

❝ i belong to you. only ever you. ❞

❝ i just didn’t like the way they were looking at you. like you weren’t mine. ❞

❝ you know i’m yours, right? i only have eyes for you. ❞

❝ no one else is ever gonna have a chance with me. you’re it. you’re all i want. ❞

❝ i chose you. and i need you to trust that my decision is final. trust me. ❞

❝ wait are you jealous? ❞

❝ aw, baby. it’s cute when you’re jealous. ❞

❝ i don’t like the way they keep staring at you. ❞

❝ i don’t like how they keep staring at me. ❞

❝ are they making you uncomfortable? i can do something about it. ❞

❝ no one should even get to look at you unless you want them to. ❞

❝ stop— it’s okay. they’re not worth your anger. just kiss me. ❞

❝ stop saying i’m jealous. i’m not— i just. i don’t like having to share. ❞

❝ i’m not jealous, who said i’m jealous? ❞

❝ well if i’m all yours then kiss me like it. ❞

❝ show everyone who i belong to. ❞

❝ i’m gonna remind them you’re mine. ❞

❝ i want everyone here to see that you’re mine. ❞

❝ i want everyone here to see that i’m yours. ❞

❝ hey— look at me. why are you all upset? ❞

❝ you can’t keep getting your feathers all ruffled when anyone else gives me attention. ❞

❝ they don’t deserve you— i don’t deserve you. but at least i’m aware of it. ❞

❝ i promise there’s no one else. you have my heart completely. ❞

❝ hey, is this asshole bothering you? ❞

❝ tell me you’re mine. ❞

to a third party:

❝ get the fuck away from them! ❞

❝ look at them like that again and you’ll won’t be seeing anything. ❞

❝ don’t you dare touch them. ❞

❝ yeah it’s time to walk the fuck away. ❞

❝ you’re gonna lose a finger if you don’t get outta my sight right now. ❞

❝ you heard them, get lost. ❞

❝ lucky for you, i don’t wanna ruin their night. but i see you sniffing around here again you might not be so fortunate. ❞

❝ you wanna lose a limb? beat it, fucker. ❞

❝ see, i woulda left it alone. but you made them fucking cry. so now you’re gonna lose your eyes. ❞

❝ hey, they said ‘no.’ ❞

❝ hey asshole, shut the fuck up or i’ll make you shut up. ❞

❝ what did you just say to them, you little shit? ❞

❝ oh yeah. now you’re all quiet. not so bold when you’re not the toughest guy in the room, huh? ❞

❝ get lost. ❞

❝ go. ❞

❝ leave. before my patience runs out. ❞

❝ get the fuck outta their face. ❞

❝ hey, that’s enough. ❞

actions:

[ CLAIM ] for one muse to possessively place their hands on their shoulders or hips.

[ HOLD ] for one muse to slide their arm around the other in a possessive way.

[ SHELTER ] for one muse to lean into the other’s side or hug them to seek comfort from a crowd or individual while in public.

[ STAKE ] for one muse to protectively and/or possessively stand behind the other to intimidate a third party.

[ RESCUE ] for one muse to intervene upon seeing a third party making the other one uncomfortable.

[ CHASE ] for one muse to interrupt and make a third party leave the other alone out of jealousy/possessiveness.

[ TENSION ] for one muse to get in a fight on behalf of the other.

[ STOP ] for one muse to break up a fight which started because of them.

[ MEND ] for one muse to treat the other’s wounds they got from protecting them.

[ SCOLD ] for one muse to treat the other’s wounds they got from fighting over them.

[ CARESS ] for one muse to possessively kiss the other in public.

[ TAKE ] for one muse to passionately kiss the other, fueled by jealousy.

[ TAUNT ] for one muse to flirt with a third party to try and get the other to act possessively.

[ REMIND ] for our muses to have passionate sex meant to remind one party who they belong to.

[ EMBRACE ] for one muse to dominate the other due to possessiveness/jealousy.

[ LINKED ] for one muse to hold the other’s hand in public to stake claim.

[ INTERTWINE ] for one muse to hold the other’s hand in public in a comforting manner.

#rp meme

🛒 for sale

Emily has never felt more awkward in her own skin before, and she blames Mao. The Chinese woman had somehow gotten her to agree to dressing up as a maid with her to raise money. The goal is for someone to bid on her, the highest bidder will have her as their personal maid for one whole day. It isn’t only the black and white short frilly dress that bothers Em, it’s the fact that among the possible buyers tonight, bladers, she isn’t well liked or even considered cute. Her own team commented on how off it was seeing her in a dress like this. For someone with pride like Em, not having anyone bid for her would hurt.

A pure sound of delight leaves Emily’s lips as Boris sinks deeper into her. Completely ignoring that phone. It makes her feel powerful, so powerful. Her painted nails, a pastel green, leave soft red marks on Boris’ back as she asks for more. Lips searching for his to share more sloppy liplocks. “I know you can do it harder..” She says, a challenge in her voice. Not aware of that this time, she is loud enough for her neighbor to overhear. A blushing Mao listening with her ear pressed to the wall.

—-

Boris smiles against her lips, pushing for a deep, sloppy kiss as he does exactly as she asks. If Emily want’s hard, he’s going to fuck her hard. Pound her until she screams his name for everyone around them to hear. He doesn’t even consider there might actually be people in the surrounding rooms this time of day. Doesn’t care even if he did think about it. All he cares about is Emily.

#rp starter #starter #rp meme

Ocean blue eyes go wide as Boris reaches deep within her. Her lips open in a silent moan, one that only grows louder and louder for every thrust. The burning ache inside of her grows and grows. The fast and hard pace makes her orgasm suddenly around the man, but she doesn't want him to stop. She moves her hips against him, with him, wanting him to feel good enough to explode.

#smut

memepocalypse

Hidden Injuries

"Wait - you're bleeding."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Okay, I have you, I have you -"

"Don't you dare pass out on me."

"You good? You look a little pale."

"Your shirt... is that blood?"

"Oh, my god, are you serious? I think it's broken!"

"Why would you hide this from us?!"

"Okay - okay, breathe. We're going to help you."

"You idiot! You could have died!"

"I'm - I'm calling an ambulance -"

"Why are you breathing so shallowly?"

"You can barely stand."

"Sit down. Right now."

"I'm going to fix you up, but you have to sit still."

"I've had worse."

"It's not that bad, really..."

"I'm just a little... light headed...."

"It's barely bleeding at all."

"Aw, man, I liked this shirt."

"Oh, yeah that's... huh. That's a lot of blood."

"I'm just gonna sit right here... for a minute..."

"My chest really... hurts..."

"I can't really breathe -"

"Ow. It's fine. Ow."

"I can handle it myself."

"Oh, that? Yeah it's just... it's just a little blood..."

"Barely touched me."

"Why are there two of you?"

"I'll be fine. I'm great. I'm - I'm fantastic. Don't worry about me! I'm just gonna go... into this really nice... warm light..."

The private mini bus taking the American top Beybladers to Bey Uni is strangely quiet. Most of them had been up late packing their things to take to the school dormitory, and the last evening practice of their individual sport. It’s early, on a weekend, taking them there for the new semester.

Emily is one of the few awake, reading up on the course literature to pass the time. Next to her Michael is leaning forward, snooring.

Max is half asleep half awake as he listens to music through his headphones. The blonde isn’t too excited for school but to meet all of his friends again.

@heartoftheocean-xx

Max doesn’t say anything for a long time as he holds Mariam close to himself. Her presence calms him, calms the waves in his heart, and he breathes her in. Her scent. As Max pulls away his hand moves down Mariam’s arm, takes her hand in his. “You don’t have to do anything..” Max says, his red eyes looking into hers. “Just stay, stay with me tonight.”

Emily sighs, blue eyes looking out the window. Her body is tense, back straight and a fot keeps tapping against the floor. A tight feeling she isn’t too used to squeezes at her heart, her chest. It is similar to the stress she felt when competing when she was younger. When she hadn’t made a name for herself. The situation is getting worse. Emily looks at her phone. Several missed calls from her mother. And from the Police.

heartoftheocean-xx

*Mariam tilts her head. Like.. Like a kid’s sleepover. A voice inside her mind can’t help but find Max the cutest thing in the world but she’s not stupid. Now isn’t exactly the time to voice it when he’s so distraught. Heartbroken, actually.. All because she and her team failed. Nodding her head Mariam grips his hand in hers.* “I’ll stay.” *A perfect example to be late for class tomorrow, if there isn’t a delayed opening… Or a certain blonde head mistress looking to pull her team’s privileges for incompetence.*

*Soon there’s a knock at her door, a familiar rapping of the knuckles. Eddy’s always had the softest knock of her teammates. Two voices outside suggest he hasn’t come alone however. Michael is with him.. It’s time to see just what’s up with their redheaded teammate. People are saying she was nowhere to be seen all afternoon. Reappearing after a dead Daichi did.*

Max looks at her then, a small hint of a smile on his lips as a tired sigh leaves him. “I’ll lend you something to sleep in.” He says, letting go of her hand just to find one of his colorful over-sized t-shirts. His mind briefly moves over the fact that he never has had a girl stay over like this. Just to sleep, and take comfort.

Emily feels like someone poured a bucket of ice water over her at the sound of that knock, but she soon knows who’s there. Opening the door she finds relief in seeing her friends’ faces. “Guys?” But she’s also concerned.

heartoftheocean-xx

*Mariam watches as Max roots through his drawer to find something she can wear to bed. She toys with the idea of whether Max’s hands will seek out more than comfort tonight, but, she honestly doesn’t think he will. She has the distinct feeling that Max just wants to hold her… And it’s sweet. Her eyes drift around his room again and when they move over the pictures on his wall, on his bookshelf, her eyes linger there. Pictures of his teams, pictures with Daichi. He didn’t look like himself when she found him.*

*Michael and Eddy move into her doorway, just past the point of Emily being able to close her door. Things feel strange tonight, uneasy… Like nobody is safe. Like they can’t trust anyone. Not even their own teammates. Michael is only realizing how frightening that is as he speaks finally.* “Where were you today…?”