I have moved blogs! Here is the link! I have chopped down on muses and moved some over.

i'm debating moving to a new blog or just coming back to this oneeee. i don't know but i do know i miss indie.

sleepover with another girl and watching porn together that leads to us masturbating next to each other then me riding her wet pussy

SYDNEY SWEENEY Saturday Night Live (2024)

we can't be friends (wait for your love) • official music video

hoping to do some writing tonight. i feel like my muse has been all over the place lately and i don't know why.

GRACE VAN DIEN 2024 | ph. Emma Bassill

it was an utter relief for her to be allowed to leave the room. part of her still couldn't wrap her mind around her situation. though she was confused by the feeling of a collar around her slender neck. of course she knew that she was in over her head. all that she was attempting to do was survive. upon being taken she had thought that she was going to be tortured. instead she found herself at a table being told to eat while listening to banter.

the chambers that she were taken too were comfortable. she found herself being left alone. she found herself sitting at a small table and allowing herself to eat. her mind was racing but she was doing her best to remain calm. she managed to force most of it down before she took another look around. there was the fleeting thought that she could try to escape. something told her that even if she did manage to slip away that victor or even bruce would come find her.

instead she found herself peering out the doors to see if a servant was nearby. there was, a maid who was helpful when she asked if she could take a bath. she wanted to wash the grime and god knows what else off her. the maid led her back into the chambers and was showing her the tub. it was filled with oils and had flower petals which confused her.

she didn't understand why she was being treated so kindly when she was a captive. the water was perfect as she sunk down into it. the blonde had no idea how long she soaked due to dozing off. the maid from before had come to check on her and soon she was being helped into the bed. she was passed out within minutes due to how exhausted she was feeling.

hours passed before she roused due to the knock on the door. the blonde was going to climb to her feet and had barely crossed the room when the door opened. her eyes widened when she realized that it was bruce. she instantly froze when he started to speak. she couldn't help but roll her eyes when she realized what it was that he wanted from her," i don't know why i'm here and frankly i don't get why you even care."

she was confused by them both but she didn't think she could say that. however he had woken her up out of a dead sleep. the past few days were exhausting. her head tilted as he looked at her collar and then back up at her," i don't know why but i think you would need to ask him." she doubted that anything that she said mattered given everything," don't you have something else to keep your attention?"

for @misaligncd ! continued from here !

bruce chuckles at the sight of a COLLAR. he scoffs to show surprise. victor was the last person he'd expect to have a PET. it wasn't that the elder wasn't dominant. he wasn't even denying that it's obvious that victor loved some sexual deviance. but a pet? now that was interesting. the younger takes a bite of his food and watches carefully as the girl is escorted out. he begins to speak to the elder, though the words are washed behind the thick walls of the castle. various words slip through the cracks. something about TRAINS and BALLS. 

the two finish their meals in private, after the GUEST leaves. victor still demanded on calling her that, despite bruce's accusations that victor has CLAIMED a human pet already. victor makes his way to his chamber for a deep sleep. the human world was never the easiest to travel back from and he needed his strength. bruce, on the other hand, had plenty of energy. other than morning sparring, the male rarely had any activity. 

he liked strolling through town some nights, wandering and hollering at some of the beautiful succubuses that lived among the other demons. but tonight it felt like demon women wouldn't fix the curious ITCH that he could feel tingling under his skin. instead he decides to stay within the confines of the castle. 

after hours of rest, the male walks through the halls, finally making it to the chambers that the girl is given. it's the GUEST room, only furthering victor's stance on her title while also validating bruce's theory that this isn't a PERMANENT placement. he balls his strong hands into a fist and knocks on the door, but only waits a moment before entering; uncaring if she allows him to enter or not.

the door slides open and the confident male walks in to see her. "so, GENISIS," he starts, "i think we're BOTH very confused as to your purpose here, but i think if we put our heads together, we'll be able to figure out why victor would want you as a PET." bruce hums. "i've never seen him take much interest in human pets but it looks like you've swayed our precious cerberus." the joke rolls off his tongue, loving to call victor any of the VICIOUS beasts that they've slain. 

bruce isn't even sure she KNOWS what the demon world does with human pets. the kind of devotion that a pet needs to have isn't something that is done unwillingly. that fact is likely the reason victor is adamant on making her time here COMFORTABLE. does she know of the promise a pet has to their master? is she aware of the life she will have to lead now that victor OWNS her SOUL? bruce thinks on this as his bright eyes look down at the collar, then up into her eyes. 

"what makes YOU so special?"

i haven't been around but this is a reverse starter call! i am going to try to get to what i owe today!

cailee spaeny and jacob elordi as priscilla and elvis in priscilla (2023)

MADELYN CLINE for Aro Swim 

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maybe she should have just insisted he take her to the party. for some reason she wasn't able to. it felt as if there was a shift and she didn't know what to think. there was no reason for her to be encouraging him. never did she imagine that she would be bent over her bed with adam right behind her. everything about him was large and she had always thought that. she never realized how overall large he was up until that moment. her face turned bright red as his hand seemed to come against her panties. they were pure lace and she inhaled sharply. his hips were pushing back against her own in return. her face pressed into the bed because she wasn't too sure what he might notice. she forced herself to take another breath when he broke the silence. she didn't even think twice about going to push back against him some more," ad-adam!" at first her movement was slow because she had no idea what she was doing. that didn't mean she wasn't eager to feel more of him, feel more pleasure. she knew that maybe it should have been with someone else. for some reason she couldn't bring herself to care too much about that. instead she was only focusing on the feeling of his body against her own.

adam could've just kept his hands to himself and been the good guy who shut his mouth, drove her to that party and left. it was just that seeing alicia like this was weakening his resolve that ignoring what he had seen felt like an arduous task. he chooses not to be subtle with his intentions then, especially hearing her admission to the fact. to him, there was relief that comes thinking that it wasn't all in his head. she had hit the green light, almost as if permitting him to act upon his own desires for her. images of what possible could be done to her came to mind, how this mattress would not longer be just that by the end of the night if she let him. he had every chance to, especially knowing that that the home had no other souls in it but them alone. his breathing grows more ragged by the second, the temptation to have her more apparent than ever. his hand finds its way towards the fabric of her panties, how it suited her so well and how he could just let himself have her with it on. so much to do, so much yearning that he didn't even know where to begin. her hips wiggling would be complemented by the way his own rolls up to her, pressing that clothed tip of his cock up against her folds, and his fingers pressing against the flesh of her ass. he was silently admiring the sight of her, how much of her was there before his eyes before finally speaking, "move those hips some more then. show me how badly you want to be noticed." he makes the decision now. she wasn't going to that damned party. the only entertainment she needed tonight was him.

they normally didn't fight and if they did they never got that far. he never felt the urge to leave their home. now they were in the parking lot and he had no idea what to do. he took a deep breath and stared in disbelief," you really think i'd do that to you?" he wasn't too sure what to say next," did you drive here? or do you need me to take you home?" he didn't want to keep having such a conversation in such a public space.

she begins to feel more and more ridiculous the longer she stands there. it's not like her to pick fights like this, not her to go chasing after him in a public place like this and beg for forgiveness. when his eyes roll, humiliation at what she was really doing starts to sink in and she's entirely silent as she follows him outside. "i just...i was worried that you might not come home." shame fills her as she shakes her head. "i'm sorry, i shouldn't have come."

what they had was not the average relationship. alessia knew that what they were doing could cause quite a few different reactions. one thing that she remembered hearing about art was that it was supposed to move people. it was evident to her even in the haze that she was in, she knew they were doing just that. she knew that some were stunned at how rough he was being. she could take it because she knew that he would take care of her after.

her knees were screaming in relief as she got settled on the mattress. her breath was coming out in choppy gasps. tears were still streaming down her face as she held onto the bed. instantly whimpering as the mattress dipped, knowing he was joining her. shivers shot up her spine as she felt the cool surface of the paddle against her ass. goosebumps formed on her skin and she groaned helplessly," yes sir!" her body jolted as the paddle came down. a cry escaped from her as she forced herself to lean into the familiar pain," no-nothing makes me happier than to have my holes filled by my master!"

her fingers curled in the mattress tightly. her breathing was ragged as he brought the paddle down again. a sharp cry escaped from her, whimpering," i'm your-you're pet! i onl-only want to please you!" she heard more gasps and more whispers. the sounds were fading away as she knew her ass was probably bright red," please-please sir! please, more!"

not a single person could truly grasp the kind of connection this was. maybe it felt unnatural to see a relationship this intimate up close. perhaps it was strange to see a connection filled with this much trust. whenever ozzie smacks her face or fucks her throat, he does so with all his strength. it doesn't matter if he marks her or hurts her—he does so knowing she will let him. the power he holds over her is stronger than any kind of power anyone could hold over anything. and even after all the pain and lust, he knows they can wash up and hold one another in their arms and whisper loving words until the physical pain vanishes.

at this point, it was second nature for the couple. it's obvious when she bends over for him. the crowd sees how quickly he pulls out the paddle. it was their favorite. the same model as the first one he ever used on her, when they streamed for their fans that first day. he still kept the original paddle. it held some sort of sentimental value. a kinky heirloom that he couldn't part with. it reminded him of the confidence and power he had, now that she was his pet. his eyes scan the room as he assumes his position behind her. "louder." he tells her, letting the minorly curved surface run along her ass. "there are so many people here. show them that this isn't an act." SMACK. the first hit thunders through the room. gasps and jumps are heard. it's violent. or it looks so, to the uninitiated.

"they think these cat ears and leashes are for show." he explains to her. SMACK. once more. he knows she loves it. at this point, he was sure she felt more pleasure than pain, when he did this to her. the paddle was only the beginning. but most of the time it was enough to get them both turned on enough for a couple rounds. but today was different. the key was to stretch their desire as much as possible. after all, contrary to his words, this was a show. it always is. whether it's for the camera or for the live audience.

ozzie got off on the fact that she's willing to be this for him, regardless of who's watching.

it had become an almost tradition for them. navy hadn't realized that she was missing such small comforts. he practically had given her the green light for it by waiting for her. she couldn't help but grin from ear to ear as he wrapped around her. the towel was already dangerously close to falling. navy found herself smiling as she looked towards the television. though quickly it was redirected when she realized he was going for a kiss," he was good but not great." one thing she had come to realize was how much he liked to hear about it. eagerly she returned the kiss he gave.

she remembered how nervous she had been before. at least right after he found out and found someone for her. then she had come home and he had been waiting. a pattern had formed and she knew it was twisted. navy leaned in to press a kiss to the very tip of his nose," no one is ever better than you," she whispered back," how can they be when you're the best?" she didn't wait for an answer and instead pulling him into another kiss. her hands cupping his face as she pressed herself even closer.

his muscles relax when her arms are on him. one arm wrapping around her to reciprocate the advance. siblings shouldn't touch each other like this. arthur wasn't ignorant to how bad this looked. but when trust between a brother and sister were this strong, why wouldn't they enjoy the physical touch of their sibling. "hmm..." his response comes out teasingly as his gaze drifts from the television to the skin that he can see. eyes scan everything that isn't covered in a towel: from thigh to toe. her cleavage also looked great, though it always did. "how was he?" arthur asks, taking her chin and pulling her in for a kiss.

the kiss is quick, but never lacking any of the tenderness that their kisses always had. his speed is only indicitive of how much he wanted to hear about her night. should he be turned on by guys using his sister? definitely not. was he turned on by it? heavily. "not better than me, i hope." he whispers, as if someone could possibly hear them in the saftey of their own home.