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Smut blog for A group of indie OC's. Mun is 27 years old.

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Someone want me to let Alexandria either dom or submit to their men? Like this for a starter!

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purplemirages​:

“I’m perfectly aware of your imposing array of magical gifts. None of them inspiring me to encourage you into becoming more knowledgeable on how atrociously imaginative a de Martel can prove to be when properly provoked.” Pampering and spoiling Juliette with every other hedonist exception and pleasure of her whim, Tristan still marked an insistent protectiveness where her safety was concerned. Until the monumental task of a promising strategy to ensure she could coexist with his sister between four walls had been forged, he would rather avoid any potential danger between the two altogether. “Pray tell. How did you manage to enlist her collaboration in your mischievous project? Not by providing a detailed description on the intended garment you were hoping to create, hopefully?” Finding no other choice, he relented the slightest shadow of a smirk just by conjuring the image of that bizarre exchange.

“Hmm!” A soft groan, not as soft as it would have been any other day, escaped his lips while he basked on her approach, suddenly visited by her hand upon his rear. It truly conjured a completely different sensation, more indescribably intimate, while webbed in this fabric. “Cutely reckless. I stand corrected my most bewitching princess.” Blue eyes gathered an unexpected gleam at her next revelation. ”You are considering expanding your sublime talent to more than one piece? It has been a few decades since I last bestowed a singular individual the title of my personal tailor. I don’t believe it has ever been granted to someone with such adorably bold fervor on what is it that I need to add to my wardrove. Not to mention someone with such…Rampant creativity for novel and unexpected choices. Do you reckon I wouldn’t regret commissioning an entire collection to the artist? Can you glimpse at a couple more ideas you would enjoy trying?” He fully and teasingly smiled at her as if Juliette represented the unequivocal center of the universe.

“I…It isn’t only the caring craftmanship and detailed handiwork. I truly feels it so unequivocally…Yours.” Perhaps he should be more diplomatically neutral considering the inescapably girly aura of it all but he was entranced by the growing arousal of wearing such a private symbol of their connection “I feel inescapably and pleasantly….Branded by you.” Her soft fingers travelled her creation. And just that subtle touch marked the instant calling of an erection, raising on the fabric of the lace pants. Wearing this he was hers. Even more than usual. “I adore it.” He confessed with warmth breathing.

“I adore you…My Juliette.”

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Juliette offered her love a sheepish grin when she was questioned at just how she had managed to gotten his sister to help her on this task. “I’m a necromancer. Meaning I control the bodies of the dead. Even if it requires more of a strain, vampires are still technically dead.” Juliette pointed out with a shrug of her shoulders. “When words weren’t enough to convince her, the sight of one of her fingers slowly rotting away until she agreed to my terms surely did.” Juliette was almost always a sweet girl. But when it came to her love? Anyone who got in her way was not to be taken lightly.

Even his sister.

“Don’t worry. I healed her almost instantly.” Juliette assured with a smile. Juliette listened to the other talk about how it’s been awhile since he had has a personal tailor. “And that’s where I should step in. While you look dashing in a suite, my love, sometimes a gentler approach is just as if not more effective. Surely you can hear how my heart has been racing ever since seeing you?” Juliette asked with a giggle as she let her finger lazily trace one of the runes on the trim at the spot right above Tristan’s buns. “Plus...It’s connected to my magic. I can infuse my magic into your clothing and therefore do a varierty of things. Such as summon you to me within a blink of an eye...Or more pleasurable things.”

Right as Juliette purred the last word, the magic on her finger tip sparked on the rune and caused the area to spark with a jolt of pleasure. Juliette gave her lover a playful grin. “And that was on the weakest setting, my love.” Juliette purred as she pecked his lips happily.

Juliette’s breath hitched as she saw the way those panties began to tent up, and her tongue swept across plush lips as she looked up at Tristan and smiled as he talked about adoring her. “Well..In that case? Why don’t you show me, lover boy?” Juliette asked with a wink, allowing a finger to teasingly toy with the tip of the length though the thin material of the lace.

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@purplemirages​ continued from here

Maria loved Tristan.

There was no question about it. It was simply a fact. Even her closest friends and family knew it considering how much she gushed about him, and she never gushed. But boy did he do things that tested her patience. Like this. The chastity belt kept her secured and untouched in any way, shape, or form and it was driving her crazy. Absolutely crazy.

( ✉ → Maria) Yeah, idiot. You forgot to send me the key. About time you finally respond, by the way. Do they not have good connection there or something, pretty boy?

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“Ah, Alistair. I was curious when you’d wake up.” A confident and cocky smirk found it’s way onto plush lips as she looked at Alistair. “You wanted to fuck me over...So I figured, why not do the same to you?” Maria asked with a smirk as she swirled the glass of red wine in her hand with a chuckle. Maria smirked as she leaned forward, allowing her elbows to rest on the beautiful wooden desk that she owned.

“I mean...I could do that. But it wouldn’t exactly do much good for you now, would it?” Maria mocked with a grin. “But if you want to crawl under the desk? By all means.” Maria taunted and teased, quite enjoying the fact that she held all the power in this situation. Men were so easy to control. Get them by the manhood? And the rest of them falls in line.

“Oh the key? You really think I’m going to give it to you that easily?” Maria snorted and shook her head as she stood, walking around her desk and towards Alistair with the step of a predator. “You want that key? You’re going to have to earn it from me, darling. Because from one shark to another? You’re no longer the alpha of the sea.”

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headofrdi​:

Rick paused as he heard some of her people come in, with one noticing the stamp. Several pulled out similar stamps before hitting them to their chests. Several creatures appeared as the one who seemed to be leading the group informed Alexandria how there was going to be a change of leadership.

“Still think you’re careful?” he asked as he looked back to the men, pulling out a device and putting it on his waist. ‘Revice Driver!’ It announced before pulling out the same stamp he had before, tapping the button on top ‘Rex!’ and breathing on it before stamping it on the device, placing it on the second slot and hitting it like a lever. “Henshin!” Rick called out as he transformed and a second person appeared and started to fight the creatures that showed up.

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This had to be a dream...A nightmare...A hallucination. Because this was all just so odd. But Alexandria was brought out of her thoughts as she noticed one figure stomping towards her, and she new that she wasn’t taking the risk of this being reality and something happening to her. When the creature went to touch her, Alexandria rolled under it before straightening herself and turning around. She kicked it in the back, causing it to stumble towards one of the ones that was moving towards Rick. 

“Who the fuck are you?” Alexandria asked, noticing that there now seemed to be another person in ehr bar. But hey...At least they were fighting with her, she supposed.

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headofrdi​:

“Does my dark goddess want to go play? Maybe find another slut we can make serve us while you let some man experience your perfect cunt before you end them?” he asked, “Or maybe you’d just enjoy having me fuck you until we bring another building down around us.” Rick had altered her until she practically was a goddess now, with him as her god. It had lead to some very interesting situations, and he was more than happy to continue until all served them.

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The redhead regarded the man carefully before nodding her head. “Who says I wouldn’t enjoy both?” Belle asked with a smirk as she crossed her arms and quirked an eyebrow at Rick. “I think it would only be fair, after all...We find some people to serve us before we kill them...And then you fuck me as we burrn the evidence.” Belle purred as she sauntered towards Rick with a grin.

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purplemirages​:

“Have I highlighted how magnificently enticing you are while sizzling in the flames of jealousy?” Dark diversion lingered on his words without the lightest shade of apology. Although equally devoid of irony or mockery. Tristan genuinely contemplated Ashley’s latent outrage as if basking in the most beautiful sight. Admittedly, it represented an undeniable family trait. The talent to appreciate the furor of those feral claims of possessiveness as the perfectly romantic gestures that they were. And if occasionally the eyes of some lowly nobody were plucked out for daring to look in the general direction of the object of your affection, wasn’t that a frivolous price to pay for letting they know how ardently they were desired?

“When it comes to mortals, I’m accustomed to waltzing among kings, tsars and presidents. Practically indistinguishable from your friends, I soon realized. Perhaps a slightly more direct variation. I wonder if that small difference in bluntness is the cause of such grievous affront to my person.” He corresponded her hunt for closeness. “I can’t even grasp such a ruthless insult to my taste. To suspect, for the briefest of seconds, that any of their ridiculous pantomimes could guide my stare an inch away from you.” An electricizing intensity surrounded the scarce air between them while he implemented the most direct of corrections. Staring at her as the righteous center of the universe. “Mediocre peasants unworthy of kneeling and bowing as you pass by their side. Not one could ever distantly  compare to your guile and beauty. Not one could even hope to compete.” The kiss was demanding and scorching. More than likely playing and daringly passing the line of acceptable behavior during a social even, even among criminals.

“Do you reckon the focus of my attention is clearer to all eyes on us, now? Blunt enough?” He consulted with the shadow of a smirk, against her lips. “Yours.” He whispered in unending adoration, ferally loyal to her.

“As for claiming demonstrations, my own fortune remains free of boundaries. But perhaps there is an intriguing notion awaiting us there. Perhaps you would enjoy the idea of turning me more dependent on you…My beloved owner?”

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Ashley was expected to one day take over her father’s business. To take over his duties. Normally girls and women don’t. But Ashley has proven herself time and time again. She’s proven to be able to use the beauty, grace, and social skills of a matriarch while at the same time be a ruthless killer if she needs to be. She’s proven to possibly be the most versatile leader yet. And with Tristan by her side? She knew that she’d be untouchable, and would have someone she tuly cared about. But that also made her ten times more protective on the pretty boy than normal. 

It had started off as a business deal. A manipulation tactic. But Tristan has truly become her most valued prize. And she refuses to lose him. 

“Really? Because you’ve definitely seemed to be happy with the floozies that have pulled you to the dance floor a time or two.” Ashley’s fiery gaze stayed on Tristan. Even as he talked about how no one here is worthy of her. “You may be right. But I decide what happens here. And you, my love, are not to dance with a single girl other than me. Got it?” Rough, demanding hands grabbed a strong jaw as she narrowed her eyes, the kiss doing nothing to sooth her anger. If anything? It merely reminded her what she had to protect. 

“A queen protects and serves her people...But she also demands obedience in response. Don’t think you’re exempt from that, Tris.” Ashley warned. 

Hearing the man’s words, Ashley’s eyes narrowed. Was he really suggesting what she thinks he is? “Clarify what you mean by that.” Ashley’s touch may have gotten a little softer now, nails no longer digging into the jaw as her eyes opened up a little bit. 

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headofrdi​:

“This one, not a toy… as for the latter part… that’s a subject of opinion.” Rick replied, “And what it is isn’t really a concern for you if you’re unaware. I would however suggest if you see anyone with them, you be careful.”

Alexandria’s arms came to cross over her chest as she looked at the man. “So you come into my gangs bar, want an audience with me, and ask me a question and then won’t answer the question I have for you?” Alexandria asked with a quirked eyebrow. “You really wanna make an enemy out of me, don’t you pretty boy?” Alexandria asked with a snort. “And I’m always careful. I can handle myself.”

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@headofrdi​ continued from here

Belle couldn’t help but to squeak as the other slapped at her tits, the bountiful mounds bouncing and jiggling in response for a little bit as the pale woman flushed. “I...You...” Belle didn’t really have a counter, because the other man was right. He never failed to turn her into a squealing hot mess. “Whatever.” Belle huffed with a pout.

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🍑 Tristan for Ashley.

A yelp escaped Ashley as she felt Tristan's hand coming down on her ass through the thin material of the skimpy track shorts she was wearing. Ashley rubbed at the cheek through the shorts, and looked at Tristan with a quirked eyebrow. "Is there a reason why you wanted to leave a hand print on my ass, Tris?" The mafia daughter asked with a snort.

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headofrdi​:

Rick looked around, “Well, if I get the help I need, I’ll be sure to be out of here quickly.” Rick said as he pulled out a big stamp almost as big as a can of soda to show her. “Have you ever seen anything like this?” He asked her, expecting her to pull out one if what he heard is correct.

Alexandria shook her head. “No, can’t say I have. What is it? Some kind of child’s toy?” Alexandria asked with a snort as she tilted her head to get a better look at it. “You’re a bit old to be playing with toys like that, aren’t you?” Alexandria asked with a snort.

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🍑(Belle, because Rick wants to smack the ass of his dark goddess)

A yelp escaped Belle's lips as the other smacked her ass, the pale cheeks jiggling and bouncing as she flushed. "You know I could choke you in vine for that, right?" The redhead asked with a huff.

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iiingenious​:

Upon comparing himself to a thorn, and then being told that a thorn is useful, Tim can’t help but feel a little hurt. All he can respond with is a resounding “Ouch–” But the vigilante knew his worth, not to be told by that of some superpowered criminal. Flora was right in this sense, he was all to distracted by the treat of the woman’s blades to noticed the vine that started to coil around his neck. Suddenly he felt his feet dragging, pulling him closer until there was mere inches between them. “Alright– you got me.” He raised empty hands at his side to show that he were unarmed at the time.

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Belle regarded the other and snorted as she heard him say ‘ouch’. Belle smirked as she heard the other say that she had him. “Of course I do, my dear...” Belle purred as she moved towards him, bravely allowing a perfectly soft and seemingly delicate looking hand trail along his jaw. “I had you the moment you approached me.” Belle smirked, much like a predator would at it’s prey before it went in for the kill. “It was foolish of you to even think of approaching a Goddess such as myself.”

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purplemirages​:

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“Are you by any chance..?- You are indeed. Photographical evidence leaving record of my unhinged readiness to surrender myself to even your most extraordinary whim just as long as you wickedly exhort my cooperation with that irresistible smile of yours.” Although he couldn’t proclaim that he wasn’t intrigued to unravel the mystery of what elusive detail he was missing on his back. A growing curiosity that was suddenly utterly conquered by a much more feral and immediate concern

“You sought out Rory?” The clamor of a sleeping demon awakening in his eyes. Closing the distance between them with the guarding stance of an ardent protector. Not even the most delicate of fabrics was able to soften the fervent look that sharply ensured she hadn’t come to any harm. “You willingly hunted for my sister. After more than a subtle hint concerning how slightly possessive we can be of each other’s  attention?” Once her safety was ensured his disposition seemed to be evolving into one of scolding, swiftly transmuting as well into the tone of punishments to come. Only then a swift look at her photographed craftmanship inevitably altered the trajectory of his chastising.

“You….” He observed the emblem in amazement. It truly was like wearing a web of calming and exciting sensations. One so impressively designed for him that compelled him into another unusual reaction. And even priding himself in a mastered dominion over diplomacy, he couldn’t help but returning her smile in the end.

“Just so we are clear beyond the shadow of a doubt, you happen to be charmingly insane.” Lace descended upon her cheek. Caressing her with shared mischief and a more playful note of scolding. “I dealt with the eccentricities of tailors before. I never foresaw one risking her life out of pure, stubborn belief regarding how desperately I needed to acquire a more girly touch to my wardrove.” He leaned to whisper the embarrassing truth of what her efforts had made of the final result. “I adore it.” He intimately informed her.

In fact, rewarding how profusely the gesture had moved him, it wasn’t a kiss on the hand or a Victorian gentlemanly movement that accompanied his gratitude this time. Instead recreating for the first time a pirouette he had seen countless times before and adjusted more harmoniously to Juliette’s wishes for the day. 

Tristan performed a curtsy with cheerful charm. Like a lady gleefully greeting her princess.

“Is this outfit more appropriate for me, my love?”

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The chime that is Juliette’s laugh sprouted from her lips as her love called her smile irresistible.” Juliette said with a shrug of her shoulders as she stood on her tippy-toes to offer the faintest of kisses on his cheek. “And I love your smiles as well, love.” Juliette admitted with a smile. However, Juliette couldn’t help but to roll her eyes and sigh as Tristan immediately seemed on edge when his sister got involved. Juliette’s hands once more framed his face, making him look her in the eyes. 

“There is nothing that I wouldn’t do for you or your happiness. Including dealing with your possessiveness of one another.” Juliette said with a snort and a shake of her head. “Besides, I’m not some weak human Tristan. I’m a master at healing, blood magic, and necromancy. If you sister tried to harm me? She would have one hell of a battle. Kind of hard to kill a necromancer, especially one who’s also a master at healing.” Juliette assured. Aurora definitely had tried, Juliette would admit. But Juliette had used her magic to cover the evidence. She didn’t need brother vs sister. This was all about her love right now. 

She couldn’t help but to be pleased as she once more seemed to strike him silent. A small giggle escaping her as the other said she was charmingly insane. “I prefer ‘cutely reckless.” Juliette jested with a wink, playfully slapping at Tristan’s rear as she rubbed her nose against Tristan’s softly and lovingly. “And who knows...The way you look in this? I just might to have to make other outfits for you from now on.” Juliette giggled. 

“I have never thought you were more handsome. Not that you’re not cute or sexy in your own suites.” She quickly assured with a smile as she did a cursty of her own before she approached Tristan. “So...You really like it?” Juliette asked just to make sure. “As a whole?” Juliette asked before grinning as she once more let her hand drift and trace the details of the lace suit. 

“I’m pretty sure you could make me swoon in just about anything.” 

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@purplemirages​

“You requested a meeting with me?” Alexandria asked. She had a distrustful look on her face as she looked at the other, brushing a pink lock of hair back as distrustful eyes stayed stuck on the figure in front of her. “I’ve been warned about you. And my gang isn’t the biggest fan of yours, pretty boy.” Alexandria moved towars the bar counter, hopping up on it and perching herself on the edge as she crossed her legs. “So why come demanding an audience with the leader of the gang?” 

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