closed starter for @axtolatry​ ft. juliana

“so i just sign here, and that’s it? you make me rich and famous just like that?” juliana stares at the contract the demon has given her, it’s long and full of fine print, but juliana still chooses to skim it while she mulls over if this really is the best course of action. chewing her bottom lip she picks up a pen and fiddles with it for a moment before moving to put it to paper, hesitating a moment before choosing to sign it with a flourish. as it stands skimming the contract leaves her not fully aware of what it is that she’s actually signed up for. there’s a price to pay, one that she’s not quite clear on and chose to ignore for the sake of having her dreams of fame come true. 

“Just sign there, and you’ll be more famous than you could ever ask for.” Nikolai returns with a grin, watching as the human girl glances once more at the contract, a long, cramped sheet of parchment where the fine print was cramped and dark on the page. “You’re never going to be able to walk down a city street again without someone on it knowing your name.” He promises, watching as she brings the pen to the page, slow, sadistic smirk crossing his face as her signature is put to paper. “Congratulations, Juliana - all your dreams are about to come true.” The demon purred, a hand gesture summoning the contract to him, as he tilted his head. “Let’s get started - show me those tits.”

Knowing that he’s got all the time in the world with his little plaything has Mattias nearly giddy, so giddy that he almost misses the tell tale sign of the girl trying to hide away her tears. He tsks at that, quickly moving to correct her bad behavior. “Now what did we say about hiding your tears from me?” He warns, dragging her face away and giving it a couple hard slaps. “You know how hard I get when you cry, why would you try to keep that from me?” He sighs, dragging her mouth back to his cock and all but shoving it in. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood or you’d be getting my belt across your ass for that.” He tells her, though knowing him she still might if he isn’t satisfied with her attempts to please him with her mouth. “Now be a good slut and maybe I’ll let you cum today.” He leans back then, knowing that after a month of edging and refusal to let the girl have any release that her body is surely craving it by now. It’s something he looks forward to cruelly exploiting when the time comes. For now he wants to see her desperate attempts to please him while sits back and watches the show. 

No one is coming to find her - no one will be searching for her, if they still were before this - the thought kept circling in Poppys mind, the one thing she kept coming back to. Mattias had trained her well, over the past several months, but she’d convinced herself it wasn’t forever - that she just had to listen to him, to make hi happy, until someone came to her rescue. Now, with the prospect of that rescued ripped away, she was left adrift. Or at least, she was, until her head is dragged back from his cock, and Mattias lays several slaps across her face. She’d known he liked her crying, of course, but she hated crying for him, hated knowing her misery was turning him on. Hatred doesnt stop her from moving back towards him, of course, or opening her mouth obediently as he shoves his cock in her face. Instead she does what she’s told, lapping at his length, eyes shooting up to his when he tells her he might just let her cum - and it’s been ages, longer than she could remember, just constant teasing and taking her to the very edge of orgasm before refusing to let her. Poppy is ashamed to admit his offer does indeed make her work harder, all but gagging herself on his cock as she glances upwards, hoping he’ll be satisfied by the streaks of tears that have made their way down her cheeks.

plot; our muses are on a father-kid trip and elias insisted on taking an RV  muse; elias open to; all gender warnings; t*boo relations, age gaps

“sweetheart, where are your clothes?“ elias craned his head to one side, looking his child up and down for more than just a moment. “given the circumstances, you’ll have to wear a little more than that tonight.”

Poppy pauses, glancing down at her sleeping clothes as her father speaks. She hadn’t thought they were that bad - thin, silky shorts, and a tanktop, really. Admittedly, the shorts barely went past her ass, and the shirt was about two washes away from becoming translucent, but still. “What do you mean? I always wear these to sleep in. And besides, you know I get overheated when I sleep - this way I’ll stay comfortable.”

Lia looked up at his voice, wondering if she should be surprised that he was actually pretty handsome to be part of whatever criminal organization held her life. A hum was given before she made her disinterest known by turning her face from him again, staring once more at the carpet. She was being stubborn, Lia knew that, but the fact was that she didn’t want to be there, didn’t want to know what was going to become of her. Though she did look up once his next words came out of his mouth.

Her own opened at the thought of that particular description being on the paper, flush spreading accross her cheeks before irritation fueled her. “Of course, what else could I be?” she rolled her eyes at him, trying to hide the wild beating of her heart. “But let’s be real here, I’m not going to be your anything. If I’m going to be a whore, you’ll probably make someone pay for it.” another roll of her eyes before she was looking back at the carpet “So save us both some time and just send me to the brothel, yes? I hate looking at your face.”

She glances up for the first time as he speaks, and Noah realizes that the girl really is quite pretty - he can see why her father had been so certain that sending her off to become the plaything of monsters in the shadows would win him his freedom. He still intended to kill the man, of course, but the blonde could admit that he might have just been tempted by such a pretty face, if he’d been anything less of an annoyance. Her irritation at the description makes him grin, and he shrugs at her question. “You could be anything, really.” It’s a lie, of course, he’s already got a position for her picked out, but her words make him laugh all the same. “You’d be a waste in the brothel. No one goes there for a girl with spirit, and they’d break you long past the point of paying for you.” His words are blunt, completely honest, as Noah stood, stepping around the desk as Liam stepped in front of the door, making sure her only escape route was cut off. “But before I decide where you really should be, why don’t you be honest with me first - what do you know about me, and my - associates? How much did your darling father tell you, before he sold you?” ://

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“A cabin all our own? I think I like the idea of that.” The male mused, reaching to grab a handful of Circe’s ass before giving it a slap. “All those rooms for me to me to fuck you into a braindead little slut in. Sounds like heaven doesn’t it?” Kalen said, pressing his thigh firmer against her clothed cunt. It was safe to say he was already thinking about fucking her, he had been all day long and having to watch his sister prance around all day just out of reach had been almost like torture. Just thinking about fucking her as his hand began to wander over her form was enough to get his cock to start stirring, slowly growing harder under the fabric of the pants he was still unfortunately wearing. 

She giggles as his hand comes down on her ass, wiggling until she can rock herself against his thigh as it presses against her cunt. “Just imagine - I could just walk around without panties on under my dresses, let you slide right in whenever you wanted to fuck me - and scream as loud as you wanted me to without anyone noticing.” Circe teases. She’d already changed out of her clothes, now wearing nothing but a lacy pair of panties, and an oversized shirt she’d stolen from Kalen months ago. “But for tonight - think you can manage to keep me from screaming while you fuck me?”