#m; ruby l.

nsfw starters; a/b/o [non/dubcon edition] | @headofrdi

@whosaidionlyhadonemuse 

Ruby had grown up differently than most girls. She had grown up in a house where all she’d known for so long was sex. Exposed to some form of the freedom of sexual desires, of how it was so healthy and to explore it from the very beginning, all of her life. It was so easy to turn Ruby into a slut; to turn her into a whore that craved little else other than a cock or a pussy. Something to taste or suck or some toy to fuck herself with, if that was the only way. 

So when Ruby went into the room where Alex was kept, she wasted no time in kissing her, sharing that taste that still lingered on her lips from Ruby’s earlier encounter. The taste of cum, of arousal, the hint of a sweet nectar that she had relished in. Ruby’s hands wandered Alex’s body, as if she, too, was feeling the desire rush through her greater than ever now. 

@bigddeshawn 

@demonicusetrigan 

Ruby walked down the streets off Storybrooke, her destination firmly set in mind. Short little skirt and white blouse from her shift at the diner, her dark hair fell back over her shoulders, blowing slightly in the cool autumn breeze as she made her way towards his house at the end of the block. It wasn’t that far from the diner itself, but far enough away that she could get away from out under the watchful, ever-nosy eye of Granny. Or anyone else in town that might get all up in her business. 

No one knew much about him, either, but then, ever since all those new people had arrived, there were a lot of ‘guests’ no one knew much about. Histories and stories that were yet to be uncovered. Ruby had been drawn to him from almost the first moment he’d set foot in the diner, like a moth to a flame. She knew he was dangerous, or something about him was, but maybe it was her wolf, maybe it was something else, but a part of her was pulled towards him, desperate for him.

The heels of her boots met the sidewalk, the steps of his porch, as Ruby made her way up the walk, into his house. She’d let herself in, having known where the key was hidden for weeks now. Ruby’s senses told her he was home; she just had to figure out where, as she shrugged out of her jacket, and went to kicking off her boots, and unbuttoning her blouse as she started to search through the house. 

possessive/controlling starters | @itspeopleofstorybrooke

possessive/controlling starters | @secretsinfulmuses

rough sex starter sentences | @fuckndeadpool

darker extremely naughty starters | @dcsmostwanted

There was a reason the town thought Ruby to be a bit of a whore. Because she was. Always dressed in skirts that barely covered anything, in tops that could barely contain her breasts as the buttons strained against them, especially when she’d keep them undone so low, her cleavage was clearly visible. So when she found herself alone with one of the regular customers late one night, after the diner had technically closed, and he said that to her, well… Ruby didn’t think twice about doing something about it. 

She strode over to his table, the only one occupied this late, and leaned over so he got a clear view of her cleavage. Her ass stuck out a bit too, skirt so short it rode up a little. She leaned in close to whisper against his ear, letting her lips brush it as she said, “What took you so long to ask?” Ruby’s hand stroked down his chest, resting above his crotch as she lowered herself to her knees before him, fingers deftly already going to his belt to undo it as she smirked up at him, lips curled seductively.