Tag: open smut

It had been a hell of a party. Jason had sent off the last of their guests and came up to the bedroom to crash, finding his (wife/fiancee/girlfriend/sister/cousin/etc.) already in bed, drunk and half asleep. She was also quite naked, and he liked the view. Well… he could go for a piece of that. “Baby… baby wake up, we need to fuck…” he said, stripping off his clothes and climbing onto the bed. His hardening member rubbed against her ass cheek as he turned the tipsy sleepy girl onto her back. “Mmm, gonna stay asleep on me?” he hummed, getting the lube from the nightstand. “All right, I can do it myself…”

“There you go,” Michael said as he locked the collar around the girls neck from behind, having tricked her into looking away. The amulet, infused with ancient magics, immediately made the where susceptible to the desires of the other. “Now, let’s talk a little more about how turned on you are right now.”

Stephen enjoyed a good early morning workout, using it to clear his mind and wake him up for the day ahead. Practiced hands slammed into the wooden wing chum dummy repeatedly, blocking and punching, muscles tight. He caught movement over his shoulder and paused, panting and sweaty. “Morning, just give me a moment and I’ll be out of your way,” he said to one of the few other early morning risers at the gym.

“Sorry, that’s the way it has to work now,” Stephen said as he sat back in the chair, looking over the set table to the girl in the restaurant. “You lost the bet, you knew what was at stake. And now… I get to call all the shots. Unless… you want to go ahead and pay me back that significant sum of money you owe? If you have the cash on hand, I’ll take that and you can be on your way. Otherwise…” he said, raising a hand in the air. “Look, I’m not ‘owning’ you or am some pimp. I just get to have you at my convenience until you’ve worked off your debt.” 

character: Michael B Jordan. Or Michael Ealy…

open to: sister, cousin, aunt, mom, roommate, gf, etc. 

He hadn’t even realized he’d been falling asleep. Michael was home late on his own. not expecting anyone home. A little bit of private movie time was still playing on the TV when he’d passed out asleep. It was probably his fifth time tugging his monster that night and now he was just dozing off, his thick cock still hard and bobbing ever so slightly on it’s own. Little did he realize in his half asleep state that he wasn’t alone anymore. Hopefully this wouldn’t be too terribly bad…

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The door opened and closed, the man giving a wave to the uber driver who dropped him off. Those fucking English, they can hold their liquor. His business meeting had been a success, all at the cost of a few hundred dollars worth of booze. Which left Jeff rather snockered himself. Luckily, he’d been smart enough to get his daughter a babysitter. Lizzy was eight, and was just starting to get to that age where she didn’t need one, but he got lucky and had an old family friend come over. 

Now imagine the man’s surprise when he came into the living room to find his babysitter asleep on the sofa. Not quite so sexily snoring with her mouth open. The bottle of whiskey on the table was now half empty and it didn’t take David Levinson to figure out that it was full before and she’d been having a good time since Lizzie was put to bed. He couldn’t be mad – he was too drunk to be mad. She’d probably pay in the morning with a hangover anyway. “Get you… get you put to bed… too… how longs it been since I said that to a woman…” he mumbled to himself. The older man’s arms slipped under her knees and around her shoulders and a moment later, he lifted her into his arms. Jeff carried her bridal style into the spare bedroom and maneuvered her to be under the covers, discarding her shoes. She’d always been so pretty, he marveled, remembering her growing up and now she was a beautiful young woman. With a smile, the man gently closed the door behind her and went to get into bed, stripping down to his boxers even as he heard the first peels of thunder over the night sky.

Soon enough he was asleep, even as a thunderstorm rained down on the city and house where he lived. 

Based on this.

“Well I’ll be damned…” Nick said as he pulled himself out of the lake. His family said they were inviting everyone to his birthday blowout. The one person he didn’t expect them to was her. When he was younger, he’d sit on the teenager’s lap and call her his girlfriend and say that one day he was going to marry her. He’d sprung up in the last ten years, to say the least, but she had aged amazingly, still looking at beautiful as ever. Only now, as a man, he could appreciate her for more than just a pretty face or someone that might make him PB&Js and cut the crust off. He hadn’t seen her in at least eight years, so this could be interesting. “Um… hey…” he said, approaching the table where she was sitting down the dish she’d brought and angling himself some, giving her a wave. “Remember me? I’m… ah, Nick?” 

“Ahh… so you’re the new one they sent over?” Armand was expecting a new blood doll to play with. He’d gotten a little too… rambunctious with the last one and drained her beyond the point of fixing her. After the vampire population ‘came out’ and in that, took over, humans had been turned into cattle and now he had his pick of a number of feeders to enjoy. The ancient vampire slid onto the leather chair in his greatroom, hiding his mouth behind his hand as he looked her over. “So tell me all about yourself. Your name, your age, those hopes and dreams…” It was really uncouth to play with your food, but then again, the humans were all playthings to him.