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dash  only  taboo  written  roleplay  blog  !  only  for  writers  over  20.  too  lazy  to  find  a  cute  theme,  hence  dash  only.  you  can  call  me  tea.  she/they.  

plots. faces. opps. wanted ships. open.

under the tag u can find my rules/stuff.

no  muse  page  because  i  never  know  what  face  /  type  of  character  i  want  to  write  that  day,  plus  it  helps  me  change  them  for  each  plot.  i’ll  give  brief  info  in  the  tags  if  needed.  

obviously  i  write  taboo  themes  (  bd*m, inc*st/stepc*st, dub + non con, bimb*fication, age-gaps, kidnapping, stockholm syndrom, and much other. )  if  you  don't  like  it  just  don't  interact  +  block  me.  i  tend  to  only  write  with  people  who  write  similar  stuff  in  order  to  keep  everyone  comfortable.  just  because  i  write  these  things  don’t  mean  i  won’t  write  more  vanilla  stuff.  

i  write  both  males  and  females,  subs  and  doms.   i  tend  to  sometimes  only  play  my  subs  one  day,  and  somedays  i  only  play  doms.  pls  just  don’t  use  me  for  all  my  dominant  males  tho.  also  if  you  only  write  females  i  probably  wont  reply  lol.

i  don’t  really  like  writing  on  discord  but  if  you  ask  for  it  and  i  like  your  vibes  /  ideas,  i’ll  probably  be  down.

i  like  visuals.  obvs  we  can  put  them  on  pause  during  hard  sm*t  but  other  than  that,  please  use  them.  and  pls  don’t  use  tumblrs  gif  feature  because  9/10  they’re  huge  and  annoying.

hmu  if  you  have  any  questions  !  happy  smuttin.

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@flthys @flthys @flthys @flthys @flthys !!!

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finding a theme in this economy? murder me ! ( i'm just lazy lmao. also my photoshop is broken ?? ) however, blog is set up otherwise so ! stay tuned for the new @ and a shit load of starters in the tags. <3

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𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜: males. 𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡:  amanda ( 22, pastors daughter. m.aude a.patow / changeable. / ) and your muse broke up ( for whatever reason, but extra bonus points if your muse is t*xic / obs*ssive, whatever ♥ ) and they saw her talking to someone at the party she threw !  

“ you’re acting crazy. “ likely not the smartest response to give, but amanda could feel tension pressing against her neck as the other practically towers her. as timid as a lamb, the brunette isn’t the best at standing her ground — especially when she’s in the hallway, away from the party, away from her friends that’ll usually have her back. “ i wasn’t flirting with anyone. and even if i was — it’s none of your business. we broke up, remember? “ swallowing, eyes drift towards the end of her hallway, towards living room where music and bodies collided. “ you shouldn’t even be here. i didn’t invite you. “

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open to f. self explanatory. your muse slept with lana’s ( 22. zi*n m*reno fc. ) boyfriend and she’s pissed  /  wants a taste. 

“  you think you can just fuck my boyfriend and get away with it?  "  tanned fingers squeeze, indenting marks on the others neck as she keeps her pinned against the wall. intruding on their home as soon as they opened the door, lana couldn’t help but think the other girl was stupid for not  checking through the peephole first. pressing down harder, she leans in close.   “ there’s consequences for being a stupid whore. ”

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𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜:  females. 𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡:  miles ( 34,  / criminal / s.ebasian s.tan / changeable.  ). your kidnapper playing a fun little game and letting you “escape” only for them to catch you all over again, wanting to feel the rush they felt when they first took you.

he’s counting the minutes until she makes her decision. whether it was a test or a simple game, not even miles could really dictate. either way, it’s a fun way to get both their adrenaline running. had allowed her out of her restraints under the ruse of believing he could trust her, taking her up from the basement and into the dining room as he prepared their dinner. had even so kindly left the sliding glass door unlocked, left her to her own devices as he stayed in the kitchen, knife cutting through each vegetable. painfully slow, does he cook — waiting for the sound of the door sliding open, her feet pattering against the ground as survival instinct kicked in. waits for the chase.

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𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜:   males, women, nb.  multiple muses v welcomed! 𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡:   source link.  (  step/relative,  relatives  friend/so,  someone  at  a  frat  party,  roommate,  sorority  sister,  significant  other/signifant  others  relative/friend,  anything !  )

“ you’re gonna get me in soo much trouble! “ inebriated giggle releases from her chest that feels tight due to the smoke she previously exhaled. between the shots she had taken on her own free will, and the pot the other had seemingly convinced her to smoke... sutton feels like she’s floating on another universe right now. neck leans back against the couch, limbs stretching enough that the hem of her small dress brushes up her tanned thighs. head rolls over to the other, nose furrowing as they offer her another shot, but still, can’t help but giggle again as her head shakes slowly. “ mmmm, no. i don’t think that’s.. a good idea. i already feel so.. woozy.”

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hi! i'm working on rebooting this page finally, since i miss you fckd up people and our fcked up threads !! however, i have to stay up for a few hours until i pick my friend up from the airport and would love to write some fcked up shit !! throw your starters my way or lets plot some quick n easy back and forth rn ? <333

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holesale​:

they were dry humping like a couple of teenagers and jude was almost positive that he could’ve gotten off like this, too. given enough time to continue grinding against his step-sister while sucking hickeys to her neck, he could’ve gotten there. he continued to mouth at amelia’s neck until her fingers swept into his curls, the motion drawing his head back. “of course,” he answered automatically, his voice rough with arousal. a frowning furrow knit between his brows as he met her imploring gaze. “i’m not stupid.” because being mean to amelia  ( even just a little )  was fully ingrained in his being at this point. jude took a steadying breath, pausing just long enough to wet his lips before amending lowly, “i promise.” for once, he meant it. he squeezed her ass again, stealing another kiss as he began leveraging amelia’s lithe form to the side. he lifted her from his lap, pressed nearer to his chest while turning to deposit her back on the couch. the remote was knocked to the floor with their movement, a reminder of the adult film still playing loudly on the television, utterly ignored by jude. he couldn’t think about anything other than the blonde as he kneeled between her spread legs, shedding his t-shirt and tossing it across the living room. his brain was a blaring mantra of   take, take, take   encouraging him to force himself on amelia in a rough rush and fulfill the nightly fantasies that played out in his head, but he steeled himself. should this be their only moment together, he wanted to get everything from her. warm hands met her knees and slid down along the inside of her thighs, digits teasing back around the hem of her shorts and slipping further. “can i see you?” jude requested. his thumbs smoothed up along her pelvis and then back down, a slow massaging motion that had him stroking the outer most part of her pussy, hands drawing closer together. he was purposefully vulgar as he asked, “can i play with your cunt?”

she has to bite her tongue at his attitude, vaguely reminded of how this ordeal had started. then again, it was the way he treated her that had her stomach feeling warm, as fucked as it was. mouth remains opens as he kisses her again, tongue instantly gliding across his own again, as if she’s starved and his kisses were the only meal in sight. allows him to adjust her onto the couch, frowning only briefly as their bodies disconnect. can’t help but wonder how he’d treat her after this night, if he’d finally treat her with respect; or degrade her even more for giving into his sins. if he’d taunt her, or pretend this night never happened like she’s hoping, because god — she hopes she could forget the way he feels when she wakes up in the morning. props herself up on her elbows, instinctively parting her knees, and his crude language has her breath hitching, that same red heat spreading across her pale cheeks once again. “you don’t have to ask.” in fact, she prefers if he didn’t; already feeling ashamed of herself, and the more his husky voice whispers towards her, the more embarrassed she feels. still, she lifts up her hips, fingers looping around the waistband of her shorts to tug them down far enough for her to be able to kick them off; her thong following. the cool air hitting her slick cunt has a moan erupting from her, tongue sticking out to glide across her lips. one hand grips the edge of the couch, while the other hand splays over the flustered, desperate expression on her face.

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there was the flicker of concern that he was being tricked. that this moment was simply too good to be true and amelia was only humoring him, kissing him back so she could wriggle free and run off as soon as he was too relaxed to react. for a split second, his hold on her tightened when she began to turn, but then all at once he released her, dazed eyes blinking and staring at the blonde in wonderment as she twisted and straddled his lap. jude surged forward to meet the kiss. he felt as if he’d been starved for years, left to collect whatever forbidden scraps of amelia that he could get, and now was possibly the only chance he’d have to gorge himself. his hands were on her thighs, sliding up to slip beneath the silky fabric of her tiny sleep shorts, rucking it up while his fingers explored her. he didn’t care as the satin was forced between her cheeks and bunched tight with his aggressive groping. if it was up to him, there’d be bruises left behind everywhere he touched, the shape of his fingerprints burned into her skin as a lasting keepsake. he groaned into her mouth, squeezing her ass and grinding upwards, finally gaining another notch of satisfaction to press against her cunt, even with these few layers still between them. “i’m going to fuck you, lia,” jude promised as he broke the kiss, head turning just far enough to bite at her jaw.

allowing carnal desires to win over her morality was surely a mistake — but she’s far too deep to change her mind now, especially after feeling how his lips feel against her own. knees sink into the cushion below him, chest puffing in desperate attempt to feel him impossibly close, heavy breaths of satisfaction apply under their kiss. hardly even been touched, but amelia could feel her cunt ache with desire, coating her folds with a slickness only jude can take credit for. can’t help but whimper as her shorts dig between her cheeks, her tiny thong following short, the pressure of the fabric just enough to press against her pussy, causes hips to jerk. hands glide from his neck to his chest, fingers curling and clenching the fabric covering him as she rocks her hips, desperately, all but humping his bulge. follows his lips even when he pulls away, until his his mouth is out of view. “fuck, please.” amelia whines quietly, lifting a hand to swipe her dirty blonde tresses to the opposite side of her neck. chin dips down, pressing her cheek against him as she pants. “we — you can’t tell anyone, please. they can’t find out.” she murmurs, shaking her head slowly, her hand glides again from his chest — running her fingers through his hair. “promise me, jude.”

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me, just discovering the editors are also determined by what the op uses. asdfghjkl i thought it only mattered what the person rb’ing used, which is why i never clarify in my opens which editor i’m using bc i don’t mind matching whatever my partner uses 😭

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that said tho, i mostly repost my starters on mobile so i don’t have a choice how the editor handles it — so if you use the other editor feel free to move it to a separate post or shoot me a message and i’ll repost it for you :)

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me, just discovering the editors are also determined by what the op uses. asdfghjkl i thought it only mattered what the person rb’ing used, which is why i never clarify in my opens which editor i’m using bc i don’t mind matching whatever my partner uses 😭

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holesale​:

it was wrong. there were a million reasons why they never should’ve found themselves in such a compromising position, but jude couldn’t let himself dwell on a single one. all he could think about was the crush he’d had on amelia since childhood  —  how it’d burgeoned in puberty and forced him into an ugly & unfair rejection of amelia, shooting down their parents and friends alike with a moody  ‘ she’s not my sister ’  every chance he had. but they’d grown up alongside each other as if they were, one thin wall separating their bedrooms, and it’d still be all that separated them after tonight, when their parents returned home from their anniversary trip. later, though  —  that was a worry for the future. jude’s mind was growing foggy, filled by every breathy sound that amelia exhaled and obsessing over the way his name formed on her tongue when she was on the brink of moaning. she wanted this too. “amelia   .. ” he rasped out, suddenly so much softer  -  gentler, struck by her confession. he’d been beginning to think that she’d never stop rejecting him, that they’d wrestle and argue like this until he was cumming against her thigh and that’d be that. another oddity of their relationship for his step-sister to politely ignore, but no. jude swallowed thickly as he lifted his face from her neck, hand moving off her chest to guide her jaw, turning her head towards him. the angle wasn’t ideal, but he didn’t care. he couldn’t fathom missing this moment  —  this chance to kiss amelia, pressing his mouth to hers with every deep emotion he felt, lips parting as he licked into her mouth with a greedy moan.

upon learning about their parents getting married — there was a passing feeling inside of amelia that resembled disappointment. all though she was too young to understand why then; she understands now, in this moment. all these years she’s played the role of the good sister, accepting the reality the two were legally bonded now, keeping the buttons jude loved to push intact. the role doesn’t seem too important to her anymore, when his lips meet hers — amelia gets hungry. the wet sound of rough sex still plays from the television, what was once foul was now music to her ears. groans into his mouth as she tastes his tongue, her own swiping across his, hand reaching to wrap around the nape neck. her mind still yells at her to slip from his grip and go to her room and stay there until their parents were back — pretend as though this day was just another ordinary one. but the lust inside her had bursted like champagne, clouding her morals. lips pull back, letting out a heavy breath as she pauses for a split second, just long enough for her to pivot, turn around so she could straddle jude. with chest to chest; amelia is able to cup each side of his neck now before she reconnects their lips.

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holesale​:

hearing amelia moan made heat lance through his body. it was vindication  —  proof that she was enjoying this just as much  ;  proof that she was just as twisted as he was, no matter how much she was unwilling to admit it. her whining pleas fell on deaf ears as jude began rubbing her cunt through her thin sleep shorts, grinding the heel of his hand back while holding her tight. “ no ! ” he repeated again, frustration crackling through his voice. “no, no! i’m tired of bargaining with you. i’m sick of playing games  -” because that’s what he’d always been doing with amelia, wasn’t it? each time he snapped her bra strap, he was teasing. it was a game to see if she’d scream whenever he shouted & pounded at her bedroom door without warning on a friday night. any time he’d wrestled her into a headlock and squeezed her throat against his bicep, he let go as soon as she couldn’t breathe  —  not because he was afraid she’d feel how hard it made him. and maybe that’d be all over now. maybe he’d ruined it by pushing her this far, but in this moment, jude didn’t care. he was blinded by his desire, panting hotly beside amelia’s face, breath fanning across her rosy cheek. “just admit it,” he rasped, groping hand finally sliding beneath her tank to squeeze one of her small, pert breasts. jude groaned and rocked up against her again, “you want this, too  -  i know you do. say it. that’s all i need.”  ( it wasn’t even close )  his face pressed into her neck, stubble rubbing across her soft skin, no longer hiding it when he drew in a deep breath, memorizing her scent. “tell me what a depraved slut you are. stop depriving yourself…”

her entire body feels electrified — forbidden desires seeping through the closed door she’s tried to keep shut for so long. this was far beyond the normal sibling rivalry he seemed play with her over the years, and considering those little taunts had always rested in the back of her mind whenever she was knuckles deep inside herself, it’s no surprise that this was her pushing point. cunt aches under his touch, body involuntarily leaning into him. red heat crawls up her neck, teeth sinking into her lip to violently withhold the whimpers building up in her chest, but it feels impossible as his large hand cups over her smooth skin. “jude,” amelia tries again, her tone weaving from defensive to desperate. doesn’t want to get jude in trouble by telling on him — especially since he was far from wrong, especially since he’s only being vocal about the things amelia has daydreamed of. what will this mean for them in the future? knows herself well enough to know instant regret would bubble up inside her — and then how could she explain to their parents why family dinners were a little uncomfortable for her now? “this is wrong. i can’t — we can’t.” she whispers, releasing her lip from her teeth as her head leans against his, her fidgeting slowly stilling as she settles back down against him. his length against her back, his calloused hands teasing against the most sensitive areas that are silently pleading for more. finally, do lids squeeze shut, releasing the grip she had on his thigh and instead opening up her palm. she shouldn’t. she shouldn’t. but god, does she need it. “i — “ amelia swallows. “i want too.”

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open to f / based.

“you’re joking, right?” hand swipes across his face as declan lets out a humorless laugh. for weeks has he been playing the dutiful gentleman, taking her out to places he found boring, keeping his hands and thoughts to himself with great effort. and to waste his time on numerous dates when all he gets in return is a chaste kiss, his patience is wearing thin. shaking his head, declan glances over, taking a step forward. “come on. invite me in, spread those pretty little legs of yours, and give me what i deserve.”

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open to m / f / nb. / based.

mostly, after three dates — hell, mostly after just one, josie would be all inclined to run her fingers through her dates hair and invite them inside for a ‘night cap.’ but this particular one, she’s waiting for the right moment — because she thinks they could really be the one. pushing her lock into her apartment door, the blonde turns halfway to smile at the other, tucking her hair behind her ear. “well… i had such a good time tonight — as always.” josie laughs, biting at the corner of her lip for a moment. “get home safe, okay? goodnight.”