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sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

Her breasts were soon freed, her hard nipples met with the cold air. Her body had been revealed to the onlookers, and Abigail could confidently say she had never been more aroused. Her jaw remained slack, letting him use her mouth for his pleasure. But then she felt him rip his cock from her mouth, and instead was treated to his seed, splattered all over her exposed skin. She expected more, but watching him walk away after using her like that made her core throb with anticipation. Her tongue slipped out to brush over her plump lips, tasting the parting gift of his pleasure he had left for her.

Once Monday came around and David was on his way to the office. Passing the front doors and taking the elevator to his floor, once the doors swung open, he saw the woman he had a previous engagement with just last Saturday night. With the rough work week ahead just beginning, he decided to get this week started the right way. Walking directly towards her as she was sitting in the waiting room chair, standing well within her personal space, they were in a similar position to just the last day. Her height level with his crotch. This time however he grave a rougher introduction. Grasping the back of her head by her hair, surely loosening it from her prim appearance she had put work into. "Come to my office." He spoke releasing her hair from his grasp and abruptly walking directly to his office.

open to: anyone 21+ || @indiestarter || Muse: Aislin McLeod, 25-30+, Bisexual/Demiromantic, Succubus-Necromancer Verse plot: Aislin is half-succubus through her mother, and a necromancer through secret training by the priestesses of her Kingdom. Your muse, in modern times, summons the 1/2 succubus for her legendary powers that she had yet to discover in her time. She agrees to help the well-meaning mortal…in exchange for mild sexual feeding over the course of three nights in one month - something that’d kill most had she been a full succubus and not also a necromancer with command over life force. Rest of plot idea in source.

Joachim flinched when the purple flame bloomed in her hand. He had expected a reaction, but not one that stirred the air like a living thing. For a heartbeat he forgot to breathe. The salt circle did exactly what the book promised, yet seeing her there made every diagram feel childish by comparison.

Hard wouldn't even describe how stiff his cock was at the moment. Burying it deeper down her throat as she struggled to handle his mast. His hand reached for the shoulder strap of her dress, sliding it down her arm to loosen the cups around her breasts. Pushing the fabric out of the way and freeing her breasts to bounce just like her skull did on his cock.

based on this nsfw gif

open to: f/m/nb (25+) inspo: your muse is a neighbor, or a lonely housewife they know from the pta, or their son's best friend/significant other or their best friend's kid/husband or one of michelle's students/one of samira's employees etc. someone they've had their eye on !!! have probably been getting v close, inviting them over for dinners or out on excursions and shopping sprees just waiting to pounce <33

The woman looked at the charming man and smiled at his words. "Oh? Are you close to the King?" Her green hues showed nothing but sincerity as she knew she needed to get familiar with the place and different faces. As he offered her his arm, Thinya held it and walked around the dance floor. His words caught her attention, making her wonder if she wasn't now making a fool of herself in front of the King. "Oh, then I shall follow you."

Snickering to her first question and then giving a nod of his head. "Yes, you could say I'm close to the King." The young maiden coming off as naive. She mentioned her father and if there should be any worry. "No no, don't worry your pretty little head dear. The King is very kind, rough but kind. Just there are so many individuals that the King meets, it's difficult for him to keep track of each. Don't be offended if he has trouble remembering you after tonight." The well dressed man, likely a noble of high importance continued as he came to a door, cracking it open and leading her inside.

There was a sound of silence amongst the crowd as she kept slurping away. David bucked his hips forward every other thrust with the intention to choke or gag her on his length. "Just like that, keep going." He'd tell her as he used her in such a public manner. Bending at the knee to uneven himself and reach down with his hand to slip into her dress. Grabbing her breast for a tight squeeze.

Open to all Plot: Your muse doesn't even read that much but is trying to get the nerve to make a proper move on the librarian.

open to: anyone muse: amelia de guzman. traveling nurse. ka.thryn ber.nardo. plot: amelia is talking to her patient who is going through a lot. patient has been in the hospital for too long and it's getting to them. (problems could be either the treatment plan, personal life going to crap, or anything you can think of!)

"Ahem..." Clearing his throat as he came to muster up the courage to answer her honestly. "You see, I've been in here so long that my girlfriend broke up with me already and started seeing this other guy. I was hoping while I'm locked up in here that I could find a girl to start seeing to either make my ex jealous or just flat out take my mind off of her." A heavy cough came through to clear out his lungs. Balling his fist and covering his lips as the IV bag was almost pulled over on the hook stand.

open to: m verse: medieval plot: my muse has recently joined the royal court. she's new, fresh and discovering with amazed eyes the beauty of the palace. she catches your muse's attention, who's the king. will he take her as his future wife or simply play with her?

The older man’s eyes crinkled with a small, knowing smile as he regarded her. “The King has been enjoying the company of his guests. I can show you where he rests.” He offered his arm with quiet authority, guiding her through the gilded corridors of the palace. “It is a rare honor to be invited so close to him. Follow me, and you will meet the man behind the crown.”

Adam folded his arms, watching her with a mixture of exasperation and fondness. “You think a smile is going to convince me? I know you better than that, Eve.” His voice softened as he stepped closer, unwilling to let her brush it off with humor. “I worry because you matter, not because I doubt your strength. You could throw me over your shoulder a hundred times and I’d still be here reminding you that you don’t have to carry it all alone.”

Every time someone worried about her, trouble followed. Eve couldn't help but feel almost allergic to words that implied that someone cared for her safety, and it wasn't that she didn't need help. She did, more often than she would like to admit... so she refused to accept it. "That would only be temporary," she teased back, referring to the idea of keeping her occupied like that. "I know you mean well, but... I've been more or less on my own since I was a kid, so it's almost impossible to change my way of thinking now, hope you understand that." She shrugged almost apologetically. "Makes me a shit friend, doesn't it?"

Evan was a coworker of Kaiya, she invited him over for some board games and drinks. He didn't mean to get there so early but the bus schedule ended up sending him over too soon. Regardless they were already a few drinks in and he was on a hot streak. Ahead on the score count and seemingly unstoppable at this point. "Nah uh! No take backs." Teasing Kaiya as she tipped her letters over. She insisted that he take the next shot from the bottle directly. He wasn't too scared as he scooted over next to her, his fingers overlapping with hers momentarily as he took the bottle and had a swig. "We shouldn't have so much before everyone else gets here." Laughing at nothing as the alcohol was clearly going to his head.

Kaiya's face peached when Evan's fingers crossed over hers, she withdrew her hand from the bottle, still giggling over the fact her claims of him cheating had them both laughing. Clearly, alcohol wasn't her best friend as she already felt the flood of the effects on her body, on her mind. Clearing her throat, she shook her head with a vast smile. "There's no way you could get that many points on this much vodka." Her refusal to admit he was wrong was there, firm in her tone.

Evan grinned, watching her scramble to rearrange her letters. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice low and teasing as he leaned a little closer, pretending to study her tiles like a grandmaster sizing up an opponent. The alcohol made his words slur slightly, but his confidence was still intact.