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jessi. she/her. 29. this blog is a smut-driven, independent roleplay blog. i'm semi-selective, but i welcome anyone who wants to roleplay! you must be 21 and over. if you're under 21, please do not interact!
muses. wanted plots. memes. (they're always welcomed!!)
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Little context for spice; Thor saves Maxine and she chooses to reward his courage with a titty fuck—
here for it!!
Taking her innuendo in stride, Sam crossed one leg over the other and reached for his drink. "Is that standard uniform for everyone in this place?" He twirled a finger in the air to indicate the whole club, then took a sip of his drink. "Or do those--" He nodded at her chest. "--Let you wear what you want?"
Maxine tilted her head. With a slow, teasing grin on her lips, she leaned back into the chair, her breasts bouncing with each movement. "Oh this?" she purred, taking her finger and slowly tracing the strap of the top she was wearing. "Let's just say… some people have certain advantages."
"Some of us can use our assets," she said softly, spreading her legs a bit more so he could have a better view. "And I guess, I might just want to see people's reaction."
After pausing to get a good, long look at her ample bosom, Sam looked up. "Well that was easy." He smirked, then sat back. "I didn't know, though, that this place even had a dessert menu." After looking her up and down once more, he asked, "What's on it?"
Maxine eased herself into the chair across from him, the corners of her lips curving as if she were enjoying a private joke. She leaned back casually, meeting his gaze without a hint of hesitation. “Maybe I like keeping people guessing,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing. The way she shifted in her seat left no doubt she wanted his attention fixed entirely on her, her legs spread open to show him she had no panties on underneath her skirt.“Guess you’ll just have to figure out what’s on the menu yourself.”
Maxine shifted nervously in the therapist’s chair, unsure how to begin. The office was calm and inviting, but her frustration pressed heavy on her chest. Finally, she blurted out, “My husband doesn’t want to have sex with me. I’m frustrated, ashamed, and I feel like I’m the only one who cares.”
As Maxine explained, the words tumbled out—how she missed intimacy, how rejection made her doubt her attractiveness, how the loneliness gnawed at her. For the first time in months, she felt heard, and the knot inside her began to loosen just a little.
@sinfuldynamics
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muse: emmy choi, nursing student, 24 open to: m/f/nb plot: inspired by this
“yeah, i’ve never…” emmy pauses, her cheeks warming up from the confession — something she’s certainly never expected to reveal to her best friend, feeling embarrassed. even though they are supposed to share everything and anything, this doesn’t feel like it falls into that realm of something worthy of discussion, at least not to her, not until now when the curious gaze that’s fixated on her feels almost dangerous. “is it really such a big deal? i mean… i can’t be the only one who’s never tried, right?”
Maxine blinked at Emmy’s words, caught completely off guard. For a moment she just stared, lips parting in disbelief before curving into a slow, astonished smile. “Wait—hold on,” she laughed softly, though her tone carried more curiosity than mockery. “You mean to tell me you’ve never… like, not even once?” Her brows lifted as she leaned in closer, eyes wide with genuine surprise.
Shaking her head, Maxine let out a low whistle, still grinning. “God, Emmy, here I was thinking you’d tried everything before me,” she teased, though her voice was warm and playful. Her gaze lingered on her friend, a little sharper now, like the admission had flipped some hidden switch in her. “I mean… it’s not a big deal,” she added, her smile softening again. “I just wasn’t expecting that to be your secret.”
open to : f / nb . muse: elias solano . late 20s , he/him . hitman / bodyguard .
plot: based on this.
finally, they chose to spend one night at home. this job ended up being a lot more work than he could have expected but the money was good. even when he was supposed to be switched off, he never was, heard her enter the room to watch him while he showered. he wouldn't say anything but he would wrap a hand around himself and start pumping to see how she'd react.
Maxine lingered in the doorway, one hand lazily braced against the frame as the steam from the shower curled out toward her. Her gaze caught instantly on the movement of his hand, stroking himself with deliberate rhythm, and it pulled a low hum of amusement from her throat. “You’re really gonna do that knowing I’m right here?” she teased, her voice rich and husky, but she didn’t retreat.
Instead, she stepped into the bathroom, the thin cotton of her tank top clinging to her skin in the damp heat. With no bra beneath, the heavy swell of her breasts moved freely with each slow step, the fabric stretched tight over their round, weighty curves. The deep valley between them was obvious, the outline of her nipples subtly visible through the shirt as they tightened in the humid air. Crossing her arms beneath them only pushed the generous fullness higher, making the display impossible to ignore. Her eyes lingered on him behind the glass, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Bodyguard, huh? Supposed to keep me out of trouble.” Her head tilted as she let her chest arch forward ever so slightly, taunting him with the sight. “And yet… you’re the one starting it. What happens if I decide I want in?”
Amy couldn't stop a grin from spreading across her lips, leaning back in her sun lounger. She'd been admiring her neighbour for so long. Who could blame her, she was beautiful. She'd found herself testing the water for a few weeks now, shamelessly flirting with her in hopes that Maxine would flirt back. But now, the younger woman decided to take a more direct approach.
"Yeah? Well, I'll make sure to look extra good whilst taking my trash out..." she joked lightly, unable to stop herself from admiring her neighbour's breasts through her bikini. "And would you like to kiss me now?" The outside pool area was empty. No one would be able to interrupt them.
Maxine let out a warm, throaty laugh, lowering her sunglasses just enough to meet Amy’s eyes with a mischievous glint. “Mm, so that’s what all the sudden trash duty has been about…” she teased, her gaze deliberately sweeping down Amy’s body before flicking back up with a knowing smile. She shifted slightly in her lounger, arching her back so that her bikini top strained against the weight of her chest, leaving no doubt she noticed exactly where Amy’s eyes had been lingering.
“Careful, babe,” Maxine purred, her voice playful but edged with temptation. “You ask me something like that, I just might give you what you want.” She leaned forward, closing a bit of the distance between them, her lips curling in a smirk. “So tell me—are you ready for your neighbor to kiss you, or were you just testing the waters again?”
based on this nsfw gif
open to: m/f/nb (21+)
pick your muse: maxine (christina hendricks fc). mid 30s, jo (edie falco fc). mid 40s, ros (hannah waddingham fc). mid 50s.
connection: her roommate, boyfriend/girlfriend, ex boyfriend/girlfriend, one night stand, etc.
A shudder ran through her body as the toy stretched her open, its thick girth pressing deliciously against her walls. Her breath hitched, a soft moan spilling from her lips as a wave of pleasure rippled through her. Her nipples hardened in response, the stiff peaks tingling with arousal as she adjusted to the fullness inside her, her body craving more with every slow, deliberate movement.
A sharp gasp tore from her lips as the toy slipped deeper, its girth stretching her inch by inch, sending a slow burn of pleasure coursing through her. Her back arched instinctively, hips tilting to take more, to feel every ridge and curve teasing her sensitive walls. A delicious shiver ran up her spine as her nipples stiffened, aching with need, each brush of cool air against them only heightening the electric tension thrumming beneath her skin. Her breath turned ragged, each exhale a desperate plea for more as she rocked her hips, feeling the toy press against her most sensitive spots, stoking the fire building deep in her core.
"Not 'front row' enough, in my opinion." Sam leaned forward, strong forearms on the table, large hands clasped together. "What do I have to do to get you to come by here more often? Just that," he assured her, though he definitely thought, For now. "Just to look. Because now that I've seen it, I want more." He looked at her chest one last time, then up at her. "So again, what'll it take?"
Maxine’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile as she set the tray down on the edge of his table, her eyes glinting under the club’s dim light. “Just to look, huh?” she teased, voice dripping with amusement as she leaned forward ever so slightly, letting the weight of her breasts shift heavily against the fabric of her shirt. The neckline strained, already leaving very little to the imagination.
Without breaking eye contact, she hooked a finger beneath the hem of her top and tugged it down with practiced ease, effortlessly freeing the generous swell of one breast, then the other. They tumbled forward, only stopping at the curve of her bra, round and impossibly full, their heavy curves catching the light in a way that made them seem to glow against her flushed skin. The sight was brazen, deliberate—Maxine offering him more than just a glimpse, daring him to drink in every inch. “There,” she murmured with a playful tilt of her head, giving her chest the slightest bounce for emphasis. “Front row enough for you now… or should I bring dessert too?”
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open starter featuring Sam!
the plot: Sam’s at a private table in a club and ogling one of the waiters (your character)…
“Hang on hang on,” Sam called them back after they dropped off the latest order. “I gotta ask: are you making them bounce like that?” He nodded towards their chest. “Is it the heels? Because I can spot you from across the club. And I love it.”
The goal here is definitely smut, but we can take our time getting there!
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Maxine smirked, leaning a little closer over the tray to let him get a better look, knowing exactly what he was talking about. “Oh, you noticed?” she purred, letting the sway of her hips exaggerate the movement for him. The weight of her full, heavy chest shifted with every step, brushing against the top of the tray as if daring him to stare—and she could feel him doing exactly that.
She tilted her head, letting a loose strand of hair fall across her shoulder as she let her eyes roam over him, teasing. “It’s not the heels,” she whispered, letting the curve of her breasts press just slightly forward in a slow, deliberate sway. “It’s all me… you just have a front-row seat.”
based on this nsfw gif
open to: m/f/nb (21+)
pick your muse: maxine (christina hendricks fc). mid 30s.
connection: her roommate, boyfriend/girlfriend, ex boyfriend/girlfriend, one night stand, etc.
Maxine sat perched on the bathroom counter beside the sink, legs spread wide as the stranger knelt between them. Her skirt was hiked up around her hips, panties pushed aside, and the first stroke of their tongue made her cry out, gripping the edge of the counter to steady herself. One of her breasts had already spilled from her shirt and bra, and with a quick tug she freed the other, her chest bouncing as she bared herself completely. The mix of nerves and excitement sent shivers through her, her thighs trembling as their mouth worked her over, the cool surface beneath her a sharp contrast to the heat flooding her body.
It was the first time anyone had ever gone down on her, and every sensation was shocking in its intensity. Their tongue moved with steady, deliberate pressure, drawing out sounds from her she’d never made before. Her fingers tangled in their hair, pulling them closer, her hips rocking forward without conscious thought. The bathroom’s harsh light and the muffled bass from the bar outside faded away until all she knew was the wet rhythm of their mouth and the dizzying pleasure threatening to overwhelm her. She could hardly believe how quickly she was unraveling, the counter beneath her shaking as she surrendered to the newness of it all.
open: f connection: feel free to assume anything, bonus points for taboo etc: pick any of my guys
❝ i’d give my left nut for another hour of sleep. ❞ dean groaned, never having been a morning person and that wasn’t going to suddenly change today. ❝ do we even have to be there? what’s the big deal if we’re late? ❞ he muttered, eyes just barely opening to see the other already moving around the room to get dressed. however, the sight of her in nothing more than her panties did have him stirring a little more. ❝ i can think of a better way to spend the morning. ❞ his arm reached out, catching the girl once she was close enough, tugging her back into bed with him. ❝ you’re wearing too many clothes. ❞
Maxine laughed, half-exasperated as she landed against his chest. “You don’t even have one nut to spare, so quit lying,” she teased, trying to wriggle out of his grip but not putting much effort into it. “We do have to be there, unless you want me explaining to everyone that you couldn’t get out of bed like a cranky toddler.”
Still, she lingered, brushing a kiss against his jaw before smirking. “And for the record? If I’m wearing too many clothes, that’s your problem, not mine.” With a wicked grin, she reached behind her and unhooked the bra she’d just put on, letting her heavy breasts bounce free against his chest as if daring him to keep her there.
based on this nsfw gif
open to: m/f/nb (21+)
pick your muse: maxine (christina hendricks fc). mid 30s, jo (edie falco fc). mid 40s, ros (hannah waddingham fc). mid 50s.
connection: her roommate, boyfriend/girlfriend, ex boyfriend/girlfriend, one night stand, etc.
Their passion was undeniable—her back pressed to the wall, their strong arms holding her thighs as her legs locked around their waist, skirt bunched high in the heat of the moment. Their mouths collided in a fervent kiss, fingers tangled in hair, grip both firm and gentle, making her feel secure and wholly desired.
The world faded, leaving only mingled breaths and the urgency of their connection. Her hips ground against them in a rising rhythm, moans spilling louder with each thrust. Arching for more, her breath came in short, desperate gasps, each sound merging with their kisses—a raw symphony of desire as she moved instinctively, lost in the mounting pleasure between them.
Naomi laughed alongside Maxine, grinning "I'm glad you think so." she said, her breath catching in her throat. "Of course it is. The next one will be ours too." she said, making it plain what she intended for Maxine. "Just like you're mine."
"I do feel how wet you are. I love how wet you are- it makes me hard as a rock." The dark haired woman smirked as Maxine moaned again, "You're perfect." she whispered, "My perfect baby mama- my girl." She smirked as she slid her fingers in and out of the woman- toying with the redhead.
"Then do it- fall apart for me. Remember that you belong to me."
"I can't wait to fill you with my cock." Naomi whispered, "Remind you of the night I knocked you up." she grinned, "I love the sounds you're making. It's like music..."
Maxine’s grin turned downright sinful at Naomi’s promise, her body arching into those fingers without hesitation. A needy moan poured from her throat, rich and desperate, as her nails dug into Naomi’s shoulders.
“Mm, you know exactly what that does to me,” she breathed, her voice trembling with heat. “The way you say it… the way you look at me when you talk about filling me again. God, it makes me so fucking horny.”
Her thighs clamped tighter around Naomi’s hand, rocking against her touch with growing urgency. “I want it… I want you to keep me full, to never stop,” she whispered, lips brushing against Naomi’s ear. “Just the thought of you putting another baby in me makes me so wet I can’t stand it.”
Her words melted into breathless cries as Naomi’s fingers curled deep, each thrust pulling her higher. Maxine’s body shuddered, sweat glistening on her skin as she clung to Naomi, her moans rising in pitch. “Yes—just like that, don’t stop—oh, Naomi!”
The pressure inside her snapped all at once, her release crashing through her in hot, uncontrollable waves. A strangled cry tore from her chest as she squirted hard around Naomi’s fingers, the sheets beneath them drenched in her ecstasy. She writhed helplessly in Naomi’s grasp, gasping, clenching, and trembling as Naomi worked her through every pulse of it. Her breasts heaved against her pregnant belly, softly bouncing.
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Jordan's orgasm started to wane down, and he couldn't help[ but grin "It might be a factor." he confessed, moving his lips down to her neck, pressing a gentle kiss to the exposed skin before pulling back and staring at her. "Flying colors." he confirmed.
When she shifted Jordan felt a little moan escape him. Oh she was going to drive him insane, he could feel it already. "Oh sweetheart who said I was done with you?"
His eyes stayed locked on her, "I think I can do that." The older man smiled softly, sliding his cock out of her and stepping back, "Put your clothes back on so we can get out of here. If you're a good girl I'll even let you suck my cock on the way back to my place."
By the time they slipped out of the bar’s back door, Maxine was already changed, her hair tousled but her smile sharp as ever. When she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye from where she sat in the passenger seat e, that grin tugging at her lips.
“Well,” she drawled, drumming her fingers on console between the two of them before sliding one hand onto his thigh, “You said flying colors, didn’t you?” she teased, leaning in just close enough that her breath tickled his ear. She placed her hand on his thigh and her fingers traced upward slowly, deliberately brushing along the inside of his leg.
Her hand pressed higher, her nails grazing lightly. Her smirk deepened as her palm cupped the growing bulge in his pants, giving him a squeeze.
based on this nsfw gif
open to: m/f/nb (21+)
pick your muse: maxine (christina hendricks fc). mid 30s, jo (edie falco fc). mid 40s, ros (hannah waddingham fc). mid 50s.
connection: her roommate, boyfriend/girlfriend, ex boyfriend/girlfriend, one night stand, etc.
The morning light stabbed at her eyes, her head pounding and mouth dry from the night before. She couldn’t remember going to bed, or stripping down, but heat already coiled low in her belly, urgent and undeniable.
Rolling onto her stomach, she buried her face in the lavender-scented pillow as the ache in her head gave way to a deeper throb between her thighs. Instinct took over. Her hand slipped down, hesitant at first, then surer, until her fingers found her clit. A gasp tore from her lips as she rocked gently against the sheets, each stroke sharpening the need.
Her breath came quick, shallow, the outside world fading as she chased the rush of sensation. Eyes squeezed shut, she moaned, raw and guttural, sliding her fingers lower into her wetness, completely lost to herself.
