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@theexxdark
selective; literate, mature indie blog
mun & muses are 21+ adult themes will appear
taboo subjects like power dynamics and stepcest will be played here, dni or follow if this is a problem or if you are underage
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Warmth is the first thing that she feels. Between the body pressing into her from behind, the broad hand on her mouth, and his breath against her ear — Cherry is overwhelmed with the heat of him. Of course, their gender is an assumption based on a whisper and how large they feel encompassing the cheerleader like this...but that's neither here nor there at that moment, now is it? Minty eyes close briefly, wincing shut as adrenaline and fear course through her slight body in a heady mixture. After years of gymnastics and athletics, she's strong...she knows...but it's just a prank, surely. It's just someone messing with her, no more and no less.
A mere nod of her auburn head is all that Cherry offers at first, her limber arm slowly slipping from the top shelf until her fingers wrap around the one at eye level.
Chase knows it’s a bit cruel of him to play with this unassuming girl like this, but that’s half the fun of it. ‘Nice’ wouldn’t be in the top 5 list of words he’d use to describe himself anyhow.
“What’s that?” His breath is accusatory against her ear, chin tilting up toward the bottle on the upper shelf though she can’t see his gesture. “Contraband?” He tuts in mock disapproval. “You know that’s against camp rules, don’t you?”
He loosens his arm just slightly from her middle, palm still fastened over her soft mouth, the fingers of his other hand grazing brazenly over her midsection.
“I guess I don’t have to report you--” he taunts, “if you do something for me.”
🍋 OPEN CHERRY STARTER
OPEN TO : m / f / nb CONNECTION : t*boo, stepc*st, camp director, fellow counselor, townie, owner of the property the camp is on, stalker, criminal, etc. have a field day!
Cherry stands on the tips of her toes, calves tightening beneath the material of the socks that make up part of the uniform that she and all her fellow counselors are expected to wear. Her ginger curls swing behind her, swaying from the ponytail atop her head as her nimble fingers blindly search the dusty top shelf for the hidden bottle of liquor the rest of the group has entrusted her to find in the storeroom. Not that the girl is much of a drinker to begin with, but the people-pleaser in her can't help but to do as she's been asked. If she listens hard enough, she can still hear them laughing and singing around the fire outside.
"Christ!" She all but yelps at the feeling of another body pressed against her own, startled but not entirely surprised. She's probably been taking too long. "I - I can't reach." She offers apologetically, not bothering to look back at first. "Help?"
Donning a black hoodie and jeans, it’s all too easy for Chase to bypass the distracted group of counselors huddled around the fire. He slips into the storeroom, familiar with the camp’s terrain from growing up in town and just the tiniest bit of research for mischievous nights like this one. There’s no good reason he has for being on the grounds, as he’s neither a camper nor a counselor, but he figures he doesn’t need one-- apart from utter boredom with his usual crowd.
He creeps slowly behind the counselor, grinning at how unaware she is until it’s too late. Pressing into her back, Chase wraps his arms around the redhead and deftly covers her mouth with a firm hand. “Quiet,” he warns, lips close to her ear. "Don't try anything stupid."
wanted connection: m or f muse, 21+ 🔞
Gabriel knows that his student lives within walking distance of this quaint park, which happens to be across the street from his favorite coffee shop. He does have access to the student roster, after all. But that doesn't mean he has a plan in mind. At least, he's grateful it looks that way. He sips an iced coffee slowly on the bench, unbothered by the slipping of time since he doesn't teach until the next morning. Perhaps his favorite student will stroll by; perhaps they won't. In either case, he'll enjoy the warm sun on his face and the rustle of tree leaves in the gentle breeze until his coffee cup empties.
wanted connection: male muse, 21+ 🔞
Rafael's latest relationship has crashed and burned so he's out here ready to make some more bad decisions
Raf strokes the stubble on his chin, staring down at his neglected drink as it turns to overpriced ice water. For once, he's not in the mood to get wasted. At least not like this. The pang in his chest requires something else, something harder. He's stolen a couple glances at the guy seated one chair away, so conveniently left unaccompanied. It's as if fate is daring him to approach this unsuspecting soul, to ruin his life next. Should he? Lower lip ensnared between his front teeth for a fraction of a second, long enough to attract a curious eye, Rafael inevitably slides himself over. He doesn't say anything at first, waiting for the other's full attention. Raf smiles, just a touch, when he has it. "I'm not sure why you're here.." he comments, brushing his fingertips over his plush mouth, taking his sweet time. "But I hope it's to punish me."
plot: Kent is fed up with his boss and wants to royally piss him off by showing up to the company party with the boss's son on his arm; Kent doesn't realize the son is actually attracted to him--that's just an added bonus ✨ wanted: M, 21+
"Ugh. I wish we could go back in time just so I could see the look on your dad's stupid, smug face when he saw us walking in together one more time." Kent laughs, tracing the cool drizzle of condensation on his drink glass as he surveys the venue from the vantage point of the almighty bar. "Worth the years of taking his passive-aggressive shit and never getting what I deserve back for it." Kent shakes his head, turning his attention to the younger man who'd agreed to play along with his rouse. What would irk his uptight boss more than thinking Kent was plowing his son? Absolutely nothing that Kent could think of. "Thank you for doing this, seriously. He really must have pissed you off too for you to agree to this whole thing."
stella is fresh off the adrenaline of going on a solo road trip and if you pair that with a generally easily flustered personality? it becomes very easy for her to get swept up in the attention - even she's not clueless enough to miss that - and ignore the glaring red flags of, you know, being hit on by a guy at a gas station hundreds of miles from home. "i guess i can't argue with that," she concedes, gaze following his hands as he pulls out the cash. stella isn't particularly materialistic, but what girl doesn't like being spoiled? "really? are you sure? thank you, that's really sweet." she settles on the butterfinger after all, sliding it across the counter towards the cashier. "i'm afraid i don't have any good way to pay you back or anything."
Dev shakes his head. The blonde is right. The act of kindness is a done deal, with or without her agreement. "C'mon. That smile of yours is giving me a toothache," he smirks, paying the cashier and then turning his full attention to the young woman as he waits for change. "You don't have to pay me back." He cants his head slightly, blue eyes fixing upon his companion's pretty face. Dev doesn't pull his gaze away from the blonde once their snacks are all paid for and the change is handed back to him. "But if you really want to--I'm sure we could figure something out." He teases, picking up the candy bar and offering it to her, holding it just slightly out of her reach.
another laugh rolls out of her at his validation of her struggle, though the feeling of his gaze on her paired with the question that follows doesn't do much to ease how flustered she is. "what do i crave?" she echoes, glancing from him back down to the candy as one hand fidgets with blonde locks. "well, i kinda wanted butterfingers, but it's so warm outside i got worried it might melt while i was driving. so i was thinking twizzlers because they won't melt and they're less messy, but then i'm the weirdo driving around sucking on twizzlers, you know?" it's a ramble and she knows it; all she can do is hope she doesn't sound as dumb as she feels.
His brows lift slightly, his interest piqued as he waits for her response to the question. She doesn't seem put off by his innuendo nor his appreciative gaze as he slides his snacks onto the counter by the register. He nods his head slowly, listening to her reply, his grin growing as she seems quite eager to entertain his attention. It'd be a shame for her to waste those lips on Twizzlers, he thinks. "I wouldn't worry about making a mess.. " he reaches into his back pocket to fish out his wallet. "I'm sure you'd clean it up." Dev creases a big bill, flashing it briefly in front of the young woman before handing it over to the cashier. "On me. Whatever you want."
open to m/f/nb potential connections: fellow traveler, trucker, runaway, gas station employee, small town local, legit anything else!
nervous fingers flutter above the candy selection, bouncing back and forth between butterfingers and twizzlers with an uncertain waver. road trips in general are pretty novel to stella, even more so when it comes to doing it all her own, but none of her friends could get off work and her new years resolution is to try to be bolder and braver. so here she is, so focused on picking a snack that she doesn't notice the stranger until they're right next to her.
"-oh! sorry, am i in your way? i can move-" and she does, a few awkward steps to the side paired with a flustered chuckle.
@preciiousmetals
Dev grins when the pretty blonde nearly trips over herself to get out of his way though he hasn't asked her to. "Tough choice." He comments, gesturing toward the candy he'd noticed her browsing when he arrived at the counter with his bag of chips and soda. Not exactly a meal, but he's on a time crunch to get to his next stop. The bit of distance she's made between them allows the scruffy trucker to take the young woman in. Damn, she's cute. He can't help but wonder what makes her toes curl in pleasure.
"What do you crave?"
There was that familiar feeling, like he was prey and she was a predator. Again, they hadn't fooled around for long, but it was certainly enough for Isaac to become very familiar with that sensation... and his body responded enthusiastically.
"Y-yes," he stammered, his eyelids fluttering behind his glasses. "I... I did!" he chirped, finally coming back to reality. "I did. Is that weird? I know we don't exactly know each other like that but..." He couldn't stop himself from looking her up and down, remembering all they've done and imagining all they could do. "...You certainly made an impression, and I certainly noticed when you weren't around..."
"Not weird at all." Syd pursed her lips, reaching toward Isaac to tap the frame of his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. "So fucking cute, actually. I sort of missed you too." She admitted, her eyes shamelessly raking over Isaac's fit body as her fingers slowly trailed from the collar of his shirt down the center of his chest, reacquainting herself with his lean muscle. "Aww.. really? I hope you weren't too lonely without me here." Sydney's soft lips formed a pout as her fingertips grazed Isaac's stomach. "Though.. I can't imagine you had too much trouble keeping that big dick of yours wet."
"Oh my gosh!" Isaac exclaimed upon opening the door. He immediately blushed--well, blushed even further given that that was his first reaction to seeing his neighbor standing there--thinking he'd been too loud, and so he immediately slapped his hand over his mouth. "Oh my gosh," he added, whispering for dramatic effect.
He hadn't seen Sydney in what felt like months, when in reality it was probably only weeks. They were neighbors, and despite the... way they spent their time together... they weren't friends, and certainly weren't a couple--not that he didn't want any of that but this is all just to say that, when she disappeared, it wasn't like she had to tell Isaac she was going to.
He didn't think she'd moved out, and if something was wrong, he would've found out from someone in the building. His feelings weren't hurt, but he did quickly grow to miss seeing her and being with her. And now that she was back, his body seemed to think they had a lot to catch up on.
"H-hi!" he stammered, reacting to the way his heartbeat immediately sped up and his pants grew tighter--and that was all before he got an eye-widening, mouth-watering glimpse at what she was wearing. "I..." He fought his eyes away from her body and back up. "...thought something was wrong with my peephole but now..." He giggled, squirming where he stood and adjusting his glasses on his face. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
"Hey neighbor," Sydney lolled her head to the side, amusement parting her lips at Isaac's enthusiasm from the mere sight of her. He never disappointed. Clasping her hands behind her back, she pushed her chest forward on purpose, the untethered peaks of her breasts poking through her top in greeting. "I did.. " she admitted with a light nod of her head. "I wanted to surprise you." She stepped closer to the doorway, toward Isaac.
"Did you miss me?"
closed starter: @bywhatitfedon
Syd has returned to her apartment complex after being away for a few weeks and she's glad to he back. Upon her arrival, she drops her bags at her apartment door without even entering. Instead, she heads towards the door of her younger neighbor in excitement to spring her return on him. Waiting in the hall, she impatiently taps her long electric blue nails against the doorframe, imagining the look on Isaac's face when he sees her outfit - a scrap of a crop top and hip-hugging shorts. As she hears footsteps on the other side of the door, she quickly presses her fingertip against the peephole to obscure Isaac's view. A caught off guard Isaac is her favorite.
Megan Fox
open smut starter for male muses {21+}
"Look, I'm happy to be your personal fuck boy and all.." Rafael expelled an uneasy sigh as he paused to consider his words carefully. He rubbed the warm base of his neck, hating to make this sound like this was some sort of breakup when it wasn't. They weren't even together, not really. Still, he hoped this wouldn't be the end. "But I really screwed myself over last term.. I can't afford to fall behind on my school work again. So.. I can't spend the night for a while."
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"You're daring me, really? What.. are we twelve?" Penelope scoffed, beginning to feel backed into a corner by her companion's taunts. Sure, she was uptight at times and could be hyper-focused on school and work in equal measure, leaving little to no room for extracurriculars, but that didn't mean she was incapable of fun. "I can be fun! Watch me!" She huffed, turning on her heel with a determined swish of her ponytail to pour herself a shot of something that smelled like bad decisions. She turned back toward him and squeezed her eyes shut while she sucked the shot down. "Spontaneous enough for you?" she choked out, slamming the empty glass down, trying her best to suppress the face induced by the scorching of the alcohol sliding down her throat.
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Amidst the dimly lit ambiance of the hotel bar, Deon noticed her enter through the open archway from the grand lobby. The bachelor party he'd come into town for had been a bust-- but it seemed that the night could be taking a turn for the better now. The 6'2 man slouched a bit in his plush chair, waiting patiently for the gorgeous woman to drift closer as she scanned for a vacant seat. Once she was close enough, he nudged the leg of the opposite chair at his table with the toe of his sneaker. "Yours, if you want it."
