The Match Box Club

ooc: welcome to my blog! it’s been a while since i have been into the indie rp scene on tumblr so bare w me while the blog is under constant construction! I’m 24 and i have a bunch of experience rping! 

the blog: this will be a mature themed blog! so expect drug use, violence, smut, etc. please be 18+ if interacting! 

DRAFT COUNT: 0

muse: Maggie (37) open to: m / f / nb scenario: Maggie is your muse’s dom.me and your muse has done something while out and about (what exactly they’ve done is up to you) to earn themselves a bit of a punishment.

Maggie is more or less silent the entire way home as she drives, barely saying more than a word or two at a time. She had made herself clear when she took them aside before getting into the car; she would not tolerate behavior like that without correction. As soon as they get in the door, though, she speaks up.

“Go fetch my hairbrush and come back to the living room,” she says. As their mouth opens, presumably to protest, she shakes her head. “I have a number in my head right now. Whining and backtalk will only make the number bigger. Go on, now.”

When they return, hairbrush in hand, Maggie is seated on one of the armchairs in the room, far enough forward that her feet are firmly planted on the ground. A hand extends in anticipation of receiving the hairbrush. “You know what to do,” she says, smoothing a hand over her lap in anticipation of a body soon laying across it.

Tyson knew he shouldn’t have embarrassed her. Through the ride back home, he tried smiling over at her a handful of times to get no reaction. It was rough, from time to time, sharing his life with her. Especially when he craved her attention so fully. The silence was tense and only made him nervous. He knew what was coming.

With her instructions he nodded and decided to listen. He wanted to explain. Explain to her that he just wanted more of her attention and he wasn’t getting it—that he didn’t mean to cause a scene in front of her friends but he burst into his comical self and it went overboard. “Yes ma’am.” He decided to say instead, then hustling to grab the hairbrush.

*.      /      𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍  𝐓𝐎  :      anyone  !

  “  i  don’t  want  you  to  pay  me  anymore.  ”  lips  bruised  after  their  violent  kisses.  she  likes  the  aftertaste.  “  i  …  i  just  want  you  to  have  me.  ”

While men felt clarity after they orgasmed, Cassie felt nothing but a haze of bliss. Thoughts melted away, barely forming one before another would start && all she could do was smile up at him as he hovered over her. The cheers from their little audience faded into the background as he once more confessed his love for her && if she could live in one single moment for the rest of her life, this one would be it. No contest. Not a chance - she felt pure happiness && it swelled within her. Until that is, he pulled his dick out of her with a quiet popping sound && moved to cover her up. Sure, he’d fuck her for everyone to see, but he’d still keep her modest. What a strange contradiction - though she loved it all the same, it showed how possessive he was. 

“It is … it really fucking is.” Cassie giggled as she sat up && with a gasp, she was tugged along happily without warning. So what if his seed was already trickling down her thigh as he beelined for the front door? So what if it dribbled down && splattered upon the floor for all to see? He had marked her. No other guy would try their hand at her tonight, he saw to that. && the same could be said about him, couldn’t it? All girls would keep their distance, having seen him so aggressively entangled with her? The cool air hit her face like a freight train && she sighed contently before leaning into his side. She didn’t care that he just told her that he hated her again, she didn’t believe a word of it. “You’re amazing, you know that baby?” 

“You’re awful.” Harry retorted, with swiftly sharp words yet a loving and secure embrace. A smile peaked out, upon his lips, when he could see spots of his seed drip from under her skirt. Why did things like this make him feel so close to her? There was a strange feeling of immense acceptance, he got from her allowing him to use her. This is exactly what he wanted, but he would forever deny it. The more he tried to push her away, the more he would get this crazed sex-loving girlfriend that he craved so viciously. “If you want to sleep over, I need you to suck my dick.” He explained, reaching for her hand and placing it over his crotch—he would never let her sleep over on her own terms. He needed the upper hand.

As the orgasm overtook her brain, Cassie’s entire world exploded with it. White dots appeared before her eyes && the smile that spread across her lips was wild with ecstasy. It was as if she had never been happier than in this moment with him. As he slammed into her against some strangers wall. But then, in the blink of an eye her back wasn’t on the wall anymore. No. She was flying through the air until she landed with a loud thud against some flimsy table set out for the party in question. The wind was knocked out of her due to the surprise of his movement && she could only stare up at him in shock. Did he really just … ? Yes. It appeared so. 

The collective crowd gasped along with her in that moment && to all of those that weren’t watching before, they now suddenly had front row tickets. Her legs were hitched up in just the perfect way && that last inch of his dick slid into her cunt without any trouble at all. The feeling of him now completely inside of her had the blonde crying out happily. She didn’t care that people were watching. Or that they were pulling out their phones in order to snap a picture or record the action to watch later. Hell, they could intend on sharing it with friends && she wouldn’t give a shit. All that mattered was that he was fucking her && he had told her he loved her again. That’s all she wanted to focus on. There was nothing else. 

“Mm baby…” Stated with a smile as he leans down to kiss her once more, Cassie raises her hands && cups either side of his neck. To her, they might as well have been making love. Not fucking like a couple of animals in front of stranger co-eds. The way his hands began to grope at her chest had her back arching into his touch. She wanted him to rip the shirt off of her, but this would do in a pinch. It all felt amazing - if only he was the one giving it to her. She smiled && moaned for him just like she knew he liked && as she began to feel him twitch inside of her, she nodded quickly. 

“That’s right baby. Cum for me. I know you wanna fill me up. Give it all to me.” This is what Cassie loved the most. Being marked - claimed - by him for everyone to know who she belonged to. There would be no question now, as several of the boys scattered around the room began to cheer and clap. Surely they couldn’t wait to see the cum start to leak out of her.

Almost like cosmic karma or dramatic irony, Harry moaned out as the music dimmed, flowing into the next song. Hearing her praise him made him feel marked—socially tied to her and forever the guy who fucked his lover in front of strangers. After filling her, he rocked his hips slowly, letting his animal instincts kick in and keep his seed inside her. “I love you.” He whispered, truth coating his words beautifully. His eyes couldn’t leave hers.

After orgasm, most guys felt clarity. Perhaps that was what this was. Harry felt the need to hold her and love her—just like he did when they were dating. Maybe it was a weaker state, due to the intense music and obvious onlookers. His mind was fried and he finally pulled out of her. Quickly, his hand reached to tug down her skirt as he set her back onto her feet. He was halfway between ashamed and possessive; she was his to look at, after all.

Lilian couldn’t help but chuckle to herself before she turned to look at her best friend “No, you are absolutely right – definitely was not worth my time.. maybe I should listen to you more” Jordan was always right when it came to her relationships but the blonde always chose to ignore him and now she was paying the price. Again.

April knew that Jordan hadn’t liked her boyfriend. He had been civil enough when instructed, but when it was just the two of them? He apparently saw no reason to hide the distain. && April had been fine with that, after all he’s had plenty of girls come in && out of his life that she hadn’t liked. It was just like that. Protective nature rearing it’s ugly head. Or at least … that’s how she had always rationalized it. The girl shook her head at his offer right away, not really feeling in the mood but then the guilt hit her like a truck. He was trying to help - to be a good friend. So with a slow turn of her head, the blonde peered over at him && asked the one question that would turn her no into a yes in an instant. “Would you dance with me this time?”

he’s seen her naked, plenty of people have. but his playful teasing causes her to flush red. maybe its because besides seeing her nude, he’s in that delicious process of discovering what she likes. what makes her lose composure. not many people could say they knew how to make the dancer weak in the knees. she watched him take the smoke into his mouth, listening to the best of her abilities as her mind trailed off into provocative territory. “ oh, i bet molly’s gonna love that. just not as much as she loves sucking him off, so it’s really anyone’s guess how that’s gonna go. ” she grinned at him, her cheery smile only growing upon hearing his order. she knows she has every opportunity to say no. but why would she ? she’s by far too fond of him to deny him this. to deny herself the opportunity to be with him again. “ brilliant plan. i’ll lead the way, ” boldly, she takes her hand in his to lead him back to the reception. it’s only for a few steps & she lets go before anyone can see. but before she does she gives it a reassuring squeeze. “ on the bright side, they went for the open bar. let’s see if they splurged too & got the kind of shit that won’t give you a killer hangover. ”

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olivia picked him up after his midnight call, he was slurring through the phone, as he tried to give her his location. it took a few tires before the blonde was able to get the right address. with heart on her sleeve, dropping everything, young female arrived at the destination twenty minutes later. finally, a familiar face appearing in the crowd, walking towards her white car. pushing the door open liv waited for him to get in. making sure his seat belt is on she started the car and drove off. tired eyes were trying to focus on the road, female slowed down tightened her grip on the steering wheel. “how much did you drink?” she asked giving him a quick look. / @matchbcx·