innocence / filth

this is an indie smut rp blog and it will contain n/sfw themes pretty much everywhere. 

if you’re under 18 years of age, do not interact. do not follow. I won’t write with anyone who doesn’t have their age somewhere on their blog.

i go by em, i’m 27, and i use she/her pronouns. feel free to IM me anytime about pretty much anything! IC or OOC.

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plotting, writing, chatting — it’s all fair game and I’m down.

kinky plots a plus (I write both doms and subs and prefer to play a good mix of both - doubling up is encouraged but not required). interest in writing w*tersports/omo, d*aper play, etc. a super plus.

kinky plots a plus (I write both doms and subs and prefer to play a good mix of both). interest in writing w*tersports/omo, d*aper play, etc. a super plus.

kinky plots a plus (I write both doms and subs and prefer to play a good mix of both). interest in writing w*tersports/omo, d*aper play, etc. a super plus.

plotting, writing, chatting — it’s all fair game and I’m down.

kinky plots a plus (I write both doms and subs). interest in writing w*tersports/omo, d*aper play, etc. a super plus.

I’m not particularly up to writing on tumblr atm (things have changed just enough since I’ve consistently written on here that I feel like the oldest of old fogies trying to find my way around), but I’m still down to (re)connect and write on di.scord.

Alejandro had been working tirelessly for the last few months or so. As a lawyer and a successful one at that he had a lot of responsibility. But that also meant being overworked most days. Anyone who thought the life of a lawyer was busy clearly had no idea. Being overworked at work was also affecting his home life more than he would admit. He knew that his wife maggie was worried about him at all times and didn’t want him to overwork himself no matter what.

Walking in Alejandro let out a deep sigh. The entire house was silent, so he assumed she had already gone to bed. Not that he blamed her for it. He silently walked into their bedroom where he saw her already in bed. He gave her a tired smile but didn’t say anything. One look at him and it was obvious how overworked and burnt out he was. All the responsibility of the world felt like it was on his shoulders, and it was bringing him down along.

He smiled softly as he felt her kiss his lips. He kissed her back already feeling a little less stressed than before. Alejandro stayed silent and listened to her words. His eyes locked on her beautiful face. Sometimes he wondered how he was so lucky to be with a beautiful woman such as hers. That she chose to be with him. It often seemed absurd. He licked his lips at her words and nodded his head at her. “i would love that. I would very much like mommy to help me get undressed. ” He whispered to her. Deep down he knew this was the best way that he could ever relax and feel less stress than before.

A bright smile spread across Maggie’s face when Alejandro agreed to let her get him undressed for bed. She rose up on tiptoe once more, this time to press a kiss to each of his cheeks. He had been growing increasingly burnt out over the course of the last few weeks and it killed her to watch him slump under the intense pressure of his work. She could be busy at work too, often pulling many long hours and the occasional all-nighter in the throes of wedding season when she found herself with several weddings to do arrangements for per weekend. Being able to take care of her husband soothed him as much as she hoped being cared for soothed him. “My good, sweet love,” she murmured, squeezing his hands.

Gently, she turned him so she could walk him backward until the backs of his legs bumped the side of their bed, but she didn’t seat him yet. “Here we go, pants off...” She unbuckled his belt, sliding his pants down his legs with soft efficiency, crouching and tapping first one leg and then then the other to direct him to step out of them. “Which pajamas would you like mommy to get for you, darling?” Once the pants were draped over a chair for the night, to be dealt with in the morning, Maggie nudged Alejandro to sit on the bed.

Before she removed his shirt for him, she stepped between his legs and folded him into a warm embrace, allowing him to rest his head against her chest, tucked neatly beneath her chin. She tilted her face down to press a kiss into his hair. “Thank you for letting me help you,” she said softly. “I know it’s not easy sometimes, when you’re in control of so much else in your life.”

Robin pressed a kiss to Benji’s forehead when he heard the answers. “Thank you, that was a very good boy for me.” Robin praised. He wanted Benji to feel good and feel like he could explore more like this. “If you think of anything else you want to try, I want you to tell me. I’m going to check in with you regularly and I need you to tell me truthfully how you are feeling. Please do not call me sir or Master or daddy. I don’t like those names for me. If you want to call me anything, Prince or Robin is fine. Or feel free to get creative.” He wanted everyrhing laid out now before they started. It was easier for him and then Benji knew what he expected. “I’m going to get you to strip for me and then I’m going to edge you. Anytime you get close, I’m going to stop. If you cum before I let you, then there will be a punishment. You’ll only be allowed to cum once you are all blissfully a mess. And then we will do aftercare and I will look after you. Can you confirm to me that is okay?” Robin ran a hand through Benji’s hair, gently ruffling it as he looked at him with wide eyes. “If you’re ready, I want you to strip down to your underwear for me.”

Nilo pulled a bit of a face at the praise. For someone who usually preferred to act the brat and make any obedience earned, the praise seemed strange to him. It wasn’t that he didn’t like it. He just preferred the fight to get to it, the chance to play up. Yet the almost patronising words mixed with the praise was stirring something in him. Did he want to be treated like this? He had been wanting someone to take over all his needs. But he’d been thinking more like he was pet or something. Though this seemed to be doing that.

Nilo turned to face Nick when his plan had worked. He was nodding eagerly, which made his head pound more. But at least he could finally talk and get the questions he needed to ask. The moment his hands were free, Nilo tried to sit himself up, only to feel like his head was whooshing for a moment. Why does my head hurt so much? I’m not hungover. He let out a small groan then. Maybe laying down was better. He settled himself back down and looked at Nick.

I’m selective mute. Can’t talk when I don’t trust someone. And even then I need to be relaxed. Nilo wasn’t going to tell Nick that if he was distracted by pleasure or was drunk then he could talk to nearly anyone. It didn’t seem appropriate to tell his professor that, particularly the one that was here with him in this mad situation. Where am I? What happened? Where are my clothes? Why am I restrained? There was so many questions Nilo had that he wanted answered. But those seemed the most important. Well except one. Is this because I’m failing your class or because my last email I sent to you was meant for a domiant I was trying to hook up with? Nilo had thought he’d deleted it in time. But now he had a nagging feeling that he’d sent Nick an email he meant to send a domiant about how he wanted to submit 24/7 and not have to think about himself.

Nick’s forehead furrowed in concern when Nilo signed that his head hurt. He knew the boy would likely feel the sedative he’d slipped him for some time, but he’d expected more of a woozy sensation and less pain. “Daddy gave you a little something to help you sleep - the headache shouldn’t last much longer, especially with you having had some water, but we can get you some medicine if you want. Okay?” He didn’t want Nilo to be needlessly uncomfortable, though he did imagine he wasn’t going to be particularly happy once the water he’d drunk started to catch up to him. 

Selective mute. Well, that made a good deal of sense. He wished he’d known it sooner in the semester; he would’ve tried to figure out some sort of accommodation for Nilo. Speaking in class, whether it was to answer a question or getting up to do a presentation wasn’t exactly an activity that promoted being relaxed.

The week had been horrendous – with an impending merger, Albie had spent more time than usual at work, his father’s usual imperious demands dialed up to obnoxious levels. The only silver lining in all of it was that once the deal went through, Albie’s position would be structured out, allowing him the change of careers he’d been longing for. That was the light at the end of the tunnel, the reason he was able to grin and bear it through endless meetings with tedious people.

But now, cuddled against Maggie’s chest, Albie finally feels some of the tension seep out of his body. She was a miracle – his miracle. It was the only explanation, given how truly serendipitous the journey had been to get them here.

He doesn’t even realise he’s nuzzling against her breast, eager lips mouthing at her through her shirt. He’s just seeking her warmth and her comfort, craving ever more closeness. He’s not intending to push for that, but he wants it, has wanted it for a long time. They’ve even talked about it, but never been bold enough to cross that line.

Albie feels a hot flush of embarrassment as Maggie moves his head, quickly soothed by her reassurances. As she bares herself, his eyes lock on the soft pink teat, his stomach swooping as the implication hits him.

“Y-yeah,” he murmurs, sighing out softly, warm breath brushing over Maggie’s skin. He looks up at her, the last traces of his uncertainty drifting away. “Thank you,” he says, tone sincere and sweet.

He starts with a little lick – kittenish, almost – then curls his tongue around the warm bud. The feeling is almost primal, so deeply comforting that Albie nearly shudders at the wave of warmth that floods through him. He closes his mouth around her nipple, cuddling closer against her, one hand going to cup her other breast. Notched against Maggie like that, he begins to suckle in earnest, a happy hum starting in the back of his throat.

Maggie had sensed Albie’s stress levels inching ever higher over the course of the week. He’d been at work far more than usual, and though she knows there is an end in sight for him, and one he wants. She’s also been busier than she likes, with a few more weddings to do flowers for than she should have perhaps allowed into her schedule looming imminently. But there’s only so much she can do to support him beyond packing lunches for him whenever she has a chance and holding him as they drift off to sleep.

It doesn’t even occur to her to offer it as a possible solution to at least some of his tension until she notices him nuzzling her breast as they cuddle. The first time his lips brush over her nipple, though, the idea hits her full on. They’ve talked about it before, more than once. But for one reason and another, ranging from nerves winning out to simply being too collectively exhausted to do much beyond semi-simultaneously crash into bed together, they’ve not acted on it.

A little smile tugs at the corner of her mouth when Albie’s eyes immediately zero in on her bare breast and the nipple so close to his lips that she can feel the warmth of his breath ghost over it. “You’re welcome,” she says, impossibly fond as she brushes a thumb over his cheek.

There had been a few times throughout the day that Imogen had actually checked to see if she were dragging around weights, the pressure from work to get multiple projects finished in such a short amount of time was starting to cause her body to ache as if she were carrying such a load around, instead, it was just a mental weight, which in all honestly, she could have done without despite the years of practice prior. The stress of it all even had Imogen attempt to consider working late, but after having done that in the past, she’d made a promise to Maggie to come home when she was scheduled to finish, and if things really called for it, work a bit from home too.

But tonight was different, Imogen was, in all sense of the word, exhausted, her body on autopilot, checked out on anything other than trying to solve work problems, only seeming to break from her trance for a moment, mishearing the others words when she found herself at her desk. “Are you okay?” She uttered out softly, glancing back at the older woman, before her previous words finally became clear, and she nodded softly, leaning back to gently rest her head against the brunette’s abdomen. “Nothing sounds better than bed with you.”

Maggie’s brows pinched with concern as Imogen seemingly didn’t hear her properly at first. She really was exhausted, then. “Good,” she said, giving Imogen’s upper arms a gentle squeeze as the other rested her head against Maggie’s abdomen. She leaned down once more, this time to press a kiss to Imogen’s forehead. “Up you come then, my love...” She stood back to allow Imogen to stand, reaching out to take the other’s hand to lead her carefully back to their bedroom for the night, away from work and anything that even remotely seemed as though it had something to do with responsibilities.

In the bedroom, only the lamp on the nightstand on Maggie’s side of the bed was on, bathing the room in a low, warm glow. Giving Imogen’s hand a squeeze, Maggie retreated to retrieve her own pajamas. She made quick work of exchanging her jeans and flannel, her usual attire while working in her shop and not having to set up for events, for her usual soft, heather grey matching pajama set. What was not in the realm of usual, however, was the way she left the top unbuttoned, breasts only just concealed by the fabric. The bed was already turned down for the night and Maggie moved to recline against the headboard, waiting for Imogen to join her. “I thought we might try something tonight, if you’d like - see if it helps you unwind,” she said. It was something they’d tried some time ago, in a bit of a giggly state after a few drinks, but it had been at the back of Maggie’s mind ever since.

Maggie had known something was amiss the moment Imogen walked in the door after work. Truthfully, she’d suspected the other was having a bit of a rough, stressful day at some point in the early afternoon, but she had been hesitant to go off of the tone of her texts alone. Now, though, watching her drift through dinner and chores in something like a trance, not quite present, she knew Imogen needed to rest and unwind. She also knew Imogen might need a bit of a nudge to do so. And Maggie knew just the nudge.

She managed to claim the task of cleaning up after dinner before Imogen could, and though Maggie did her best to get through it as quickly as possible while not cutting any particularly significant corners, it was evidently still enough time for Imogen to drift toward attempting to do more work from home. Maggie held in a quiet sigh. She loved what a hard worker Imogen was, but not at the expense of her wellbeing.

Maggie approached the desk where Imogen sat, clearing her throat softly to announce her presence. “Sweetheart,” she murmured, settling gentle hands on Imogen’s shoulders, “I think it’s time you and I found our pajamas for the night.” Her hands ghosted up and down Imogen’s upper arms and she leaned forward to press a kiss to the crown of her head. “I think I may be experiencing a bit of a cuddle deficit,” she joked quietly.

Robin smiled at the reactions that Benji was g9ving him. It was all so endearing and made him want to dominate the man more. He was simply too cute to deny. “I always thought you were a little. You gave me that vibe.” He mused but he gave a nod as he made a mental note. “Now sweetie, I’m going to need you to use your brain for a moment before I can make feel all good. I want you to tell me what you like and what your safeword is. I’m not going to put you in this lovely headspace till I know those things. I want to know what’s going to make you feel good. Okay.” He said softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Then I’m going to make you feel really good, sweetie.”