a sin with no name.

there was a devious chuckle at his word, doing her best to keep her outside reaction simple to not arouse suspicion. “if it’s not, what will you do to me, huh?” the femme teased as she started to drive, already feeling the anticipation build in the car. her cheeks were already starting to grow red from the sucking at her earlobe. her focus remained on the road as a sweet whimper escaped feeling his teasing of the fabric. “oh, given how much i know you missed me, i’m eager to see how you show it.”

plot: nathan and y/m are in a pool party that's run late. people are drunk and running around, his wife included, and they are the only two people at the pool. 

connection:  friend's wife / daughter, employee / nanny, boss, neighbor. ta/boo welcome. 

sage knew exactly what she was doing, she had been asked by her sister if she could spare a moment to pick up her husband at the airport given she was held up at work. she had agreed, trying not to act too enthusiastic about it. wearing a short dress was easy to excuse given she was meant to be attending a party that evening but she was sure the second antonio saw her he’d know the real reason. “yeah? i’m flattered.” the blonde replied, licking her plump lips. hands gripped at the steering wheel at the demand, “now, now, if we do anything now i don’t think the airport security would be pleased. although i do recall that nice secluded area a few miles away…”

open to m / f / nb. muse: fiona pruitt, 24, youtuber, bisexual & submissive. plot: linked in source - your muse found out that fiona is still a v*rgin and decides they want to have some fun her / show her how to please herself. anything goes. connection: assume connection, follow your heart, anything goes. tab.o.o welcome.

the heat was spreading through her cheeks, now tinted a shade of pink as her wide eyes gaze was locked on them. touching herself had always been such a private and intimate act, fiona was struggling to fully wrap her mind around the idea of putting on a show like this. “like.. this?” the blonde questions as she settled back into the bed, legs pulling up enough to have her skirt already riding up her thighs to expose more of her smooth skin. a shaky exhale followed as her knees were bending and falling apart enough to offer a clear view of her pale blue cotton panties. chest rising and falling rapidly already, a shaky hand brushing past her torso until it was bunching around the fabric of her skirt, pulling it up until it was out of the way and not obstructing the view they so clearly requested. “h-how, um, how did you want me to start?” voice soft, nervousness evident even as her fingers were brushing over the front of her own exposed panties, admittedly already turned on and they’d barely just started.

character: alice keller / 23 / the unhinged

plot: my muse has recently managed to escape the mental health facility they were being held at. your muse is my muse’s therapist, and her current obsession. your muse has lowkey found my muse’s obsession with them fascinating and intriguing, but has managed to keep their relationship strictly dr/patient. after talking to the police, your muse heads home to call it a night and get some rest. when your muse walks into their bedroom, they are shocked to my find my muse waiting for them. my muse gives your muse two options. either take her back to the facility, or keep her there as his dirty little secret.

connection: therapist (35+ male muses)

alice took much delight in seeing the other’s reaction when they found her in their bedroom. she had helped herself to their closet, picking out a dark sweater to wear just for them. alice also found a carton of cigarettes tucked away in their nightstand and helped herself to a much needed smoke. all that was left was to wait. “don’t worry, i’m not here to go all fatal attraction on you.” the brunette wickedly smirked, taking a drag of the cigarette. “i just wanted to talk without a camera in the room, or a guard waiting by the door.” smoke spilled from alice’s lips, drifting up into the air. “i have an offer for you, doc. wanna hear it?”

“Yes. Plus, no use wearing them if I want to be easily accessed.” The femme stated with a cheeky smile, she shouldn’t be telling him this he was off limits in a sense but yet… She enjoyed the idea him knowing. “Oh really? That sounds rather naughty, Jonathan.” Bailey purred as her gaze locked on him intently. “I think the better question is, what would you want me to give you?”

There was a soft laugh, at his question, “I’m making myself comfortable for my night out? I can’t go commando at those stupid parties or those handsy old guys will get a lot more than I’m willing to give them.” She stated, as if she was unbothered by the fact she was now in just her dress and her dress alone. “My plan was to have you drop me off at one of the clubs.” Bailey replied, her hand falling atop his. “You going to try and hinder my plans now you know I’m going pantie-less?”

( open to m/f/nb | based on this | she’s a s.ydney s.weeney fc | possible connection: ex, crush, friend, family friend, taboo, whatever really. }

Bailey knew the party her parents threw to celebrate god knows what would likely end up being one of those overly boring events where she had to spend her time swatting away older men who thought they stood a chance with her. That’s why she had messaged them, asking to give her a lift to one of the clubs across town. A place she could blow off steam without worrying about her parents. “Thank you so much for this, you’re a life saver.” The blonde spoke as she lifted up her dress slightly, shimming out of her panties, her goal tonight was to have fun and possibly get laid, wearing underwear didn’t seem necessary. 

Blunt pearly whites bite down on the tender, swollen flesh of her rosy lower lip to keep from making any noise that might alert Damian’s wife or her boyfriend to just what’s happening in their secluded little corner of the room. The friction of his pants against her wet panties is delicious, the dragging feeling of him pulling her closer only amplifying the sensation. The fact that she’s allowing this to happen says more than any words can, her body cautiously rocking against the older man’s lap despite how incredibly wrong it is. It’s like one of her sordid little fantasies come to life, a wet dream made reality. Her blonde head falls back against his shoulder when his fingertips first touch her clit, face turning so that she can stifle her desperate whimper against the curve of his throat. “Please,” she whispers the plea against his skin, grinding against his palm. “I’m going to go insane if you don’t keep going.”

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🍋 OPEN LO STARTER

OPEN TO: m PROMPT: it’s movie night and all the friends/family are gathered around the screen, taking up all the seats and cushions on the floor. lo comes in late due to bad traffic and ends up sitting on your muse’s lap on the rocking chair in the back corner. cue the steamy movie scene. CONNECTION: t*boo, stepc*st, big brother’s best friend, best friend’s boyfriend/father, family friend, boyfriend’s father/brother, etc.

That awkward quiet that often came with a particularly raunchy sex scene quickly overtook the room, each pair of eyes glued to the bright screen out of fear of catching someone else’s gaze and having to acknowledge one another amidst the sexy music and breathy moans. Lo found herself leaning forward in order to see better, her hands firmly placed upon the edge of the rocking chair’s seat. It really wasn’t that bad as far as sex scenes went, veering just past tasteful into wondering whether or not the actors were actually screwing. She was so caught up in the scene herself that it took her a moment to register that the sudden firmness she felt against her backside wasn’t imagined but the hard-on of the male sitting underneath her. She chewed on the inside of her cheek thoughtfully, her attempt to shift her own weight only serving to make matters worse as the chair began to rock. Not enough to make any discernible noise, but enough to add friction. The fabric of their pants pulled at the back of her skirt and rubbed at the lace of her panties until she had to bite down on her lower lip to keep from moaning. Lo couldn’t help herself, intentionally pitching her weight against the seat again in order rock them both slowly.

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hadley isn’t afraid to indulge herself in the middle of the night - this isn’t the first night she’s changed into some sort of lingerie just to make herself feel sexy before she gets off, after all. but it is, however, the first night her step father has caught her - and her gaze lingers on him where he stands, but she makes no effort to cover herself up. the lacy thong is pulled almost obscenely to the side, leaving her completely bare, and her bra’s been tossed off onto the ground - the only thing coming even close to covering her modesty is the silky robe on her shoulders, but that’s falling off her shoulders, leaving her breasts on full display as she straightens herself up just a touch. “i must not have gotten the latch when i pushed it closed,” the blonde hums, and though she’s been caught, and she knows it is, but she can’t help the slow circling of her fingers in her wetness, the action drawing a faint gasp from her lips, a shudder soon following. “i didn’t think i was being that loud, i’m sorry.” but she’s not, not really, not if he’s going to keep looking at her like that.

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      She followed after the King with a smirk on her lips, finding no amount of smugness and pride in her own actions that had lead to the two of them becoming so addicted to one another. The smugness at the knowledge that not only was she the one drawn to the man in such a strong, intense way - he was drawn to her as well. It filled her with no amount of cockiness and confidence to know that, to know that whenever they were near the King’s eyes had been focused on her. Not his wife, not his generals, not the mother superior. She had felt Jonathan’s attention on her every single second they had spent in the same room and it often made a blush and a smile to teasingly dance across her face.

    But it was only for the last few weeks, maybe months at this point, that the two of them had taken things to another level, a step forward. One kiss turning into two, two into three, and three leading to a lust-filled night spent within the King’s chambers from where the young brunette had snuck out of with the first rays of sun. Anna had explained to Jonathan later on her worries about being seen like this but it wasn’t until today that the two of them had agreed on a decision - to hell with everyone else. The brunette gasped when the man’s lips found hers once more, this time in the confiness of the bushes and flowers, shielded from the main paths by the greenery and yet allowing them enough of the distance to hear if anyone was to come their way. She was glad their stroll had ventured into these parts of the garden, for there was no holding back, no hesitation. Anna reached down, tugging the long skirt and underskirt up and gathering the fabric into her fists, making it a whole lot easier for the King to reach for her plain, cotton undergarments. “Please, Jonathan.” The woman hummed, letting go of the skirts with one hand to reach out for his crotch, palming at the King’s manhood with a low, keening moan “I need you.”

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With no mind to hold back, Jonathan gladly relishes in the present moment completely. There's a vague awareness that there may be people coming at any minute and seeing them, but the risk of it only made the affair more exciting. Arousal already had its hold on him, only growing more desperate at each passing moment. As the maze of fabrics around her is lifted, his hand moves to find her undergarments and pull at them until they are out of his path. Fingers find her bare against them, rubbing her centre slowly, as if suddenly there was no rush for him to get reacquainted with her folds and delicious slickness of her.