formerly, kiissme. penned by, Y V E. 30s. she/her. SMUT CENTRIC but not exclusively. low activity. semi-selective. most muses are 30+. no minors engage and will be blocked on sight. no personals, pls. discord on request. under construction.
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@whisperstemptations ( fandomless multimuse - you are here! )
@ofashesandthorns ( got / historical / bg3 - margaery tyrell )
@qveenofnoise ( stranger things / fandom based - jane bardot )
@corrodedmaster ( stranger things based - eddie munson, wip. )
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š ā FAYE BROOKES, OG, 36, bisexual, journalist, karen gillan fc.
š ā FAYE BROOKES, CEO, 46, bisexual, publisher, lotte verbeek fc.
š ā FAYE BROOKES, 30s, bisexual, historical lady, eleanor tomlinson fc.
š ā FAYE BROOKES, 40s, bisexual, historical countess, lotte verbeek fc.
š ā JERRY BROOKES, 60, hetero, pub owner, john hannah fc.
š ā ALYSSA MITCHELL, 30s, bisexual, criminal lawyer, amy manson fc.
š ā KEITH MITCHELL, 30s, hetero, detective, sam heughan fc.
š ā LYDIA COLLINS, 40s, bisexual, bookshop owner / author, laura fraser fc.
š ā CHARLIE CLARK, 30s, hetero, music journalist, matt smith fc.
š ā NATHAN COLE, 30s, hetero, craftsman, joseph quinn fc.
š ā ELLIE MATTHEWS, 30s, bisexual, graphic designer, felicity jones fc.
š ā LIAM JACKSON, 40s, hetero, CEO of family oil, josh henderson fc.
š ā JADE HART, 30s, bisexual, assistant to FAYE BROOKES, kat dennings fc.
š ā FELICITY HARRINGTON, 40s, bisexual, actress, natalie dormer fc.
š ā ALISHA KNIGHT, 40s, bisexual, heart surgeon, freema agyeman fc.
š ā JEONG-EUN KWON, 40s, hetero, CEO of father's company, hyun bin fc.
š ā BRYAN ALEXANDER, 40s, hetero, college professor, chris evans fc.
š ā SANTIAGO BARRERA, 40s, hetero, artist and professor, diego luna fc.
š ā RICHARD LIVINGSTON, 40s, hetero, duke / royal, oscar isaac fc.
š ā ANTONIO VILLADERO, 40s, hetero, CEO of Villa Hotels, pedro pascal fc.
š ā KURT BAKER, 40s, hetero, private investigator, dan stevens fc.
š ā CHERYL ABBOTT, 20s, bisexual, young actress, sabrina carpenter fc.
š ā SCOTT WEST, 40s, hetero, talent turned talent manager, idris elba fc.
š ā ABIGAIL CHAMBERLAIN, 20s, bisexual, preacher's daughter, lili reinhart fc.
š ā CARVER ASHFORD, 50s, hetero, architect, timothy olyphant fc.
š ā JASON ASHFORD, 30s, hetero, chef, joe keery fc.
š ā ALICE ASHE, 40s, bisexual, brothel madame, natalie portman fc.
š ā VIOLET DARLING, 30s, bisexual, escort, lily james fc.
š ā TRIXIE HOLMES, 40s, bisexual, corporate lawyer, january jones fc.
š ā ROXY WRIGHT, 20s, bisexual, OF content creator, josephine langford fc.
š ā JOHNNY BARRETT, 50s, hetero, rock legend, jeffrey dean morgan fc.
š ā JOY BARDOT, 30s, bisexual, law secretary, brianna howey fc.
š ā LUISA GUERRA, 30s, bisexual, influencer / business owner, melissa barrera fc.
š ā DANIELA GUERRA, 20s, bisexual, investor, camila mendes fc.
š ā MARK SPENCER, 40s, heterosexual, college dean / headmaster, tim downie fc.
š ā VINCENT GRANT, 30s, heterosexual, actor, joseph quinn fc.
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I'm thinking for my muse, ANTONIO VILLADERO aka my p.pascal who is a hotelier / ceo of his family's hotel company / chain, getting a verse au where he steps away from the family company and becomes a ranch hand and such just so I can use pedro as joel miller bc I need to gif that man.
This might be impulsive, but I think I'm gonna move JANE BARDOT, my d.campbell muse to her own blog that was supposed to be fandom based but honestly I don't have too many threads with her here anyway and having her on her own blog has been nice, honestly! I'll still have her mother and father as muses on here for their own little threads and such, but, reach out if you want the blog or I might even have it on my pinned. Thanks!
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š«¦š āā "You've said that before and couldn't keep that promise," she reminded the younger woman with an arch of her brow. Not that Faye was able to turn her down completely, not with that pretty face. Biting her bottom lip, her hand found it's way to Harmony's skirt, inching it around the other's waist, her other palm cupping and squeezing their arse. Such a tight little thing, making her more and more harder to resist. A groan of defeat left her, other hand cupping their cheek and lips pressing against them in a heated kiss. Lingering against her with a smile on her lips. "God, you're trouble. And these hotel walls are thin as hell... But... Get on the bed, take those panties and spread those legs. Like a good girl, hm? Can you manage that?"
Open to: F/NB
Plot: Based on this.
Muse: Saul, 42, dom, professor
There was only so long that he could grade papers before he grew tired of it and Saul considered himself lucky to have a young and pretty distraction waiting for him so close by, the girl at the nearby desk an all too alluring option compared with the drudgery of badly done college essays. Pushing away from his desk with a sigh, Saul arched his back and rolled his shoulders before making his way to his companion, setting his hands on her shoulders and slipping them further down to start groping her tits, squeezing them like toys to deal with his stress. "How's your project coming?" He murmured, finding one of her nipples and pinching at it hard.
āŖš«¦ āā "I..." The words stuttered on her lips, his hands on her breasts, the way he was touching her.... A shudder run through her, swallowing hard. "...good," she answered plainly. Pressing her lips together firmly at the pinch at her nipple, a soft cry dying in her throat. Not one of distress, mind you. One of pleasure, not making a move to stop him, not as her chest heaved with a deep, arousing breath. She shouldn't like it... The way her family raised her, the morals they instilled in her, she shouldn't like this. But the feeling between her legs, coursing through her as he continued to do what he wanted to her.... She very much did. Biting her bottom lip, squeezing her thighs together.
open. anyone. age gap preferred. could be her partner, fling, father's best friend / business partner. smutty.
š š«¦ āā She was straddled on their lap, sitting nice and pretty, her lips against their own and tasting them to her utter delight. The day was long, dealing with her father's bullshit, frankly. She needed a release, to take the edge off, and what better way than this? A moan bubbled up her throat and released into their mouth, making them swallow as her hips moved, starting to grind against their thigh, the ache inside her slightly relieved for the friction. Not that it would be enough... Not until . . . She smiled, teeth grasping their bottom lip as she bit and tugged with a groan, their words making her pause, arching a brow. "...why are you worried about my Father? He won't be here... Just me... Aren't I enough? I better be..."
S T A R T E R āā @sinfulheroes ft. J A S O N && R O X Y
𫦠āā The hotel was pristine, one of the fanciest ones she had ever been to. Which made sense and put her mind at ease as her heels clicked against the floor of the room itself. She had only done this a handful of times, to be fair. Meeting up with one of your subscribers were risky, but she made it clear it would always be with someone she's known for a while, to pay the top price, and someone that she's communicated with and more importantly...got her wet.
Jason definitely fell into that category.
Sitting on the foot of the bed, crossing her legs so that the skirt of her dress rode up her thigh, she smiled at him, leaning back. "Before I got here... I was looking over our texts and chats, the video I did for you last night, the audio you gave me showing how much you loved it... Got me excited for this... Got me wet."
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open starter: f/nb, 21+ opposite Orla Toal (siren queen / nightclub performer, 25+, bisexual, dom leaning switch)
plot: not much of one lol but ā Orla is trying to get Y/Mās attention while singing so they get the idea to meet her after the performance to hook up.
āCome on gorgeous, or Iāll have to seduce you via song again,ā Orla winked over her shoulder as she guided Y/M to a private room in the nightclub, grabbing a key, and finding the matching room to the key. Adrian kept bedrooms in the nightclub for couples, and more importantly those who were too intoxicated to get home but didnāt need the hospital. āNice and sanitary, thanks to the owner of this place,ā she said, turning around and shutting the door as she kissed Y/M hungrily, desiring them more than she understood. Maybe it was just because sheād been going through a dry patch. āRemove my dress and Iāll remove yours?ā she suggested, raising a brow suggestively.
š āā A scoff left her lips as she entered the room, her eyes roaming the place. "At least there's thatā" she started but was stopped by the feel of the other's lips against hers. Hungry. Heated. And Daniela could hardly stop them, practically melting into the kiss and raised her hands to cup their face, teeth and tongue as she tasted and sucked at their tongue, their lips. She was stressed beyond belief, brought here on a dare, but those gorgeous eyes found her and she was captivated. It had been a fair bit for her, admittedly, the ache between her legs growing more insistent the more their lips touched. At her words, Daniela let out a laugh, eyes looking into hers, teeth biting the other's lip in a tease. Reaching toward the strap of the other's dress, she kissed at the shoulder, hands roaming over the fabric, squeezing at her breast through it, she found the zipper. "Sounds fair." A smirk as she swiped her tongue over the other's lips, pulling the zipper down, kissing her once more.
@whisperstemptations liked for a Sinday Starter; Joel -> Roxy
Joel had been trying, really trying, to mind his own damn business.
Keep his head down.
Chop wood.
Fix fences.
Pretend the air didnāt shift every time Roxy walked into a room.
But the minute he saw that young guy sidle up to her outside the stables, hands shoved in his pockets, trying too hard to look casual, something inside Joel went cold and hot all at once. That quiet, dangerous heat that always came before a storm.
She was laughing. Not like she meant it, but enough that it twisted something sharp in his gut. The kid leaned in closer. Joelās jaw locked.
He didnāt think.
Didnāt weigh the logic or the optics or what anyone would say later.
He just moved.
Boots crunching on the gravel. Long strides eating up the distance until he was close enough that the younger manās grin faltered.
āShe aināt interested,ā Joel said flatly.
The words werenāt loud, but they landed heavy.Ā
Like a hammer dropped in a church.Ā
His arms folded over his chest, his broad frame cutting a shadow across both of them.Ā
His eyes, darker than the Jackson dusk, didnāt waver from the kidās face.
The other man stammered something, half a nervous laugh, half an excuse, but Joel didnāt care. One look, and the boy decided retreat was the better part of survival. He muttered something about āanother timeā and backed off.
Joel watched him go, jaw working, breath tight. Only when the stable door shut behind the retreating figure did he finally look at her.
āYāgotta stop lettinā these idiots think they got a shot,ā he muttered, voice low, rough, carrying that simmering frustration he hadnāt dared name. He took a step closer, the tension between them stretching taut. āThey see you smile once, and they start thinkinā it means somethinā. But it donāt. Not with them.ā
His eyes flicked over her face, lingering a second too long; on her mouth, her throat, the pulse he could see there.
āNot when you look at me like that.ā
The last part came quieter, almost like he hadnāt meant to say it aloud. He dragged a hand through his hair, tried for calm, failed spectacularly. āJesus, Roxy. You think I donāt notice? Every damn time youāre near me⦠how close you stand, how you laugh when youāre tryinā not to.ā
Another step. Close enough that he knew she could feel the heat rolling off him. His voice dropped, all gravel and tension and the barest thread of restraint.
āIāve been good, yāknow. Patient. Tryinā to let you live your life here, talk to whoever you want. But I see some punk half your age thinkinā heās got a chance, andā¦ā He exhaled, slow and heavy, eyes burning into hers. āAnd I remember how you looked that night I pulled you outta that camp. The way you held onto me like the world was still on fire. You think I forgot that?ā
Joel shook his head, almost to himself. āI aināt lettinā anyone else get that close to you. Not here. Not anywhere.ā
The silence that followed wasnāt awkward: it was electric.
Charged.
Dangerous.
Then, softer, barely above a whisper, he said, āTell me to walk away, and I will. But if you donātā¦ā His voice broke, the edge of a growl curling under the words. āIf you donāt, Roxy, Iām not holdinā back anymore.ā
š«¦šŖ āā She didn't mean anything by it. Though there was a time that the opposite was true. When Roxy would use her charm, her pretty face and her flirtatious nature to get what she wanted. Often times, it was for survival. Whether to get out of a messy situation, or simply, just to get a laugh. For herself or someone that needed it.
This time, though? It wasn't either of those things.
Truthfully, she just wanted to see Joel.
Wanted to see what he was doing, compliment him in that way that trip him up, maybe even getting a smile out of him. She loved that, more than she should, probably. Maybe she'd invite him over, look at something she swore worked just yesterday but was giving her trouble. Just an excuse to be near him, maybe even make him blush. A bit of fun, she'd tell herself, in the dead winter of Jackson where everything seemed to slow down.
It was more than that, though.
A craving, an addiction, whatever one could call it, she just... Roxy needed him, if only for a few minutes, just to go home with the knowledge that time was spent in his presence. He was probably sick of her at this point, but she really didn't care. He never told her to leave, or push her away, though he never pulled her in, either. The blonde was certain that it was one sided, but she'd take it, her little bit of joy in this new world of horror and survival. That wasn't so bad, was it?
That was her plan...until Harkin, Harlan, Harley, whatever his name was came up and interrupted her trek towards Joel. And then it was polite smiles, an attempt at conversation and god, he seemed excited.
She hadn't heard a single word. Just laughed, void of warmth, but he didn't seem to notice. Didn't seem to care. Which was often the case with the boys in Jackson or anywhere else. They didn't care. The only one to care was ā
She ain't interested.
Her head turned toward him, blue eyes on him immediately. But his wasn't on her, but the boy among them. The boy she barely noticed made his retreat, not until she heard the door closed and his eyes were on her, a sense of relief and...something else.
Something that turned to anger at his words, a release of breath given as her eyes narrowed. "That isn't my fault." The words coming out, incredulous, angry he would even try, in her eyes, to paint it as her doing. "I'm just being polite, I can't help it if they think they have a shot of anything with me, that's their problemā"
Not when you look at me like that.
The anger halted, defense withered away. He was right. The way she looked up at him, lips in a thin line and chest heaved. His words hit her deep, a part of her wanting to joke about how she thought she was being clever and under the radar or simply thought he was dense enough to not notice. Something like that, anything like that.
But that would be a lie.
He came closer and her eyes closed, feeling the warmth of him, taking in the scent. Heart quickened in her chest. Opening her eyes slowly to look up at him, his words making her throat close up and eyes water. "Joel ā"
And then he spoke of that night, from that camp, where she thought... Where she thought... Tears slid down her cheeks at that, closing her eyes, and she could see it. The hopeless feeling of thinking you were in your last moments. And then...
"....you saved me."
Letting out a shaky breath, shaking her head, "...no one's saved me for a very long time... If ever... Never gonna forget that."
What she didn't expect? What he said after that, eyes looking straight into his, breath caught. Was he saying...? Her mind swirled with thoughts, of memories with him, of the silent thoughts that she didn't dare speak because having her fantasies and desires to herself was better than it being outright denied. The silence that bloomed between them was...intoxicating. Holding such promise... Of things she was sure would only exist in her head.
Tell him to walk away?
No.
Her hand reached out, grasping the flannel of his shirt, pulling him closer. The heat of his body seeping toward her, chin tilting up toward him, "...you're an idiot." Her lips twitching into a smile. "The biggest idiot among all those boys that thing they have a shot because I smiled at them. Because... My biggest smiles, my laughs, they... They were always for you." Shaking her head, "You notice all those things when I'm around you, yet... You think... You think I wanted you to be good and keep your distance and ā be patient? Live my life? You're an idiot. A big, stupid idiot if you think that's what I wanted. Don't you dare walk away. And don't even think of holding back with me. Promise?"
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"You were amazing tonight." It's been said before, it'll be said again. But all in all, Bea always means it. There was just something so magical about seeing him up on that stage. Especially after she had been up there first, and there's still that sought after high laced within her veins from everyone screaming for her. Some stars didn't like to share the lime light - but for her? Sharing it with him? Well just felt natural. And now they were cozied up in the tour bus for the night and while her ears were still ringing a little bit, the silence was more than welcomed. "Got the girls goin a little crazy though with that dedication on your last song. You know they're already tryin' to figure it out."
š¤šø āā "Yeah? Well... Let them." A bright smile soon followed, eyes glinting with mischief. "I don't have regrets, I'd do it again." Fingers playing with the strings of his acoustic, strumming up a quick little tune as his eyes took her in, a sweet little melody playing, undoubtedly inspired by her. Brown eyes meeting her bright blues, his smile only widened. "They were going to, anyway. No matter what we do, they'll say somethin'. So might as well have some fun with it, either way..." Settling closer towards her, he stopped his strumming, taking the guitar up and with barely a cautious look, he chanced a kiss on her lips ā short and sweet. Settling back, his face lights up, strumming a happier tune with a chuckle. "They got me in a suite, full kitchen, what's your favorite dish?"