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Pretty.Poison
Soak me in your moonshine, and fuck me on fire.
- Joined
- May 21, 2024
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She was made for the dark... the magic;
midnight tea parties
with wolves;
steamy fairytales;
full moons and that
Old Hollywood romance with men who dressed gentle,
but loved rough.
midnight tea parties
with wolves;
steamy fairytales;
full moons and that
Old Hollywood romance with men who dressed gentle,
but loved rough.
I like to build worlds, and create unique plots for each story, so rather than writing up a bunch of plot ideas Iβm just doing a list of themes & tropes that I enjoy.
Friends to Lovers
Enemies to Lovers
Arranged Marriage
Corruption - Blackmail
Alternate Universe
Monsters
Cults/Secret Societies
Sex Trafficking/Prostitution
Free Use - CNC - Dub-Con
Daddy Issues
Flawed/Damaged Characters
Trauma - Dark Psychology
Suspense - Intrigue - Mystery
Crime - Mafia - Bikers - Violence
Supernatural/Fantasy in modern setting
Norse & Greek Mythology
Werewolves - Witches - Fae
7 Deadly Sins
Toxic Relationships
Stalking - Obsession
Dominant, Dangerous, & Possessive Men
Cat & Mouse/Predator & Prey
Werewolf x Witch
Demon x Witch
Demon x Fae
Assassin x Thief
Assassin x Assassin
Killer x Investigator
Bounty Hunter x Target
Bodyguard x Client
Roommates
Neighbors
Co-workers
Estranged/Secret Family
Enemies to Lovers
Arranged Marriage
Corruption - Blackmail
Alternate Universe
Monsters
Cults/Secret Societies
Sex Trafficking/Prostitution
Free Use - CNC - Dub-Con
Daddy Issues
Flawed/Damaged Characters
Trauma - Dark Psychology
Suspense - Intrigue - Mystery
Crime - Mafia - Bikers - Violence
Supernatural/Fantasy in modern setting
Norse & Greek Mythology
Werewolves - Witches - Fae
7 Deadly Sins
Toxic Relationships
Stalking - Obsession
Dominant, Dangerous, & Possessive Men
Cat & Mouse/Predator & Prey
Werewolf x Witch
Demon x Witch
Demon x Fae
Assassin x Thief
Assassin x Assassin
Killer x Investigator
Bounty Hunter x Target
Bodyguard x Client
Roommates
Neighbors
Co-workers
Estranged/Secret Family
Most of my kinks are situational, and may change depending on the storyline
Some of my faves are:
Size Difference - Age Difference
Rough Sex - CNC - DubCon
Spanking- Choking - Hair Pulling - Biting/Marking
Breeding (Risk of pregnancy)
Vaginal - Oral - Anal
Dirty Talk - Degradation
Orgasm Control - Begging
Voyeurism/Exhibitionism
(Semi) Public Play
Light to Moderate Bondage
**Anything not on here just ask
Limits:
Toilet stuff
I prefer to keep death & gore out of my sex scenes
The whole thing had been a powder keg, one she had inherited from the incompotent nitwit who had been handling the mess before her return. At least there were NDAs, but the paper trails on the payments all lead straight back to the company, but the real issue was that complaints had been filed at all...and that there were still records of some of them. It was all too big, too far gone for her to do much more than sit and wait...ready to play defense when it inevitably came back to bite them in the ass.
When word had first gotten to her about the reporter who had been digging around, she'd politely reached out in an attempt to call him off..nicely, and with a tidy sum for his troubles. His rejection of that offer had been both surprising and curious, so along with going over his head to have them add a bit of pressure she also had a complete dossier worked up on the man.
Olivia investigated him as doggedly as he chased his story, down to the point she knew what move he would make possibly before he did. It was almost sweet how hard he worked to run down leads and to find anyone willing to talk to him. It was a valiant fight, to try and bring the story of these girls...these victims...to light. It was also very naive. His victims weren't true victims. They had gotten exactly what they had been after, the lot of them. The true victims had been erased from records, from memory, from the world...but those were too deeply buried for anyone to ever find. Which, in Olivia's opinion, was how they all should have been handled.
It was how she'd almost settled on handling Cole. Erasing him would have been the easiest of options, but Olivia saw something in him. His determination, his skills...if she could harness his passion, direct his vision he could be a real asset. The trick was going to be convincing him to join their side. He had already painted them as villains in his mind...luckily she was pretty good at changing people's minds.
The letter hadn't been outright threatening, that would be silly, though if one knew how to read between the lines of the pretty words it was easy to see. Beldona, Inc was eyeing up the company to buy, and if he refused her request they would indeed buy it, dismantle it and put not only him but all of his colleagues out of work. Further than that, their reputations in the field would be ruined and no other publications would risk taking any of them on...essentially they would all be blackballed. To save them, to be the hero he so obviously wanted to be...he just had to sit down with her.
Olympia tower, the corporate Headquarters to Beldona Inc. was the first Skyscraper in downtown Los Angeles. Where it now seemed dwarfed by its modern contemporaries the white granite façade of the building makes it stand out compared to the glass and steel monstrosities around it. The ground floor's massive event center was a moving milling center of activity, and the next 6-floors of the skyscraper were dedicated to vast auditoriums for presentations, and conference rooms for more intimate meetings. The corporate offices resided on the upper floors of the building, which Cole would have been directed to take an elevator up to once he'd passed through security.
After checking in with reception he was led to yet another elevator and escorted even higher up the ivory tower from which the Beldona Family seemed to rule. Olivia's office was technically on the top floor near her brother's, as among other things she operated as his press secretary...and the two were rarely far apart from one another when it could be helped. However, it was a floor below that to which Cole was taken, and then led into an elegantly appointed conference room and left to wait without so much as a word or an offer of a drink.
It was several long lingering minutes before Olivia finally appeared. She was elegance personified, from her perfectly styled chocolate tresses to the toe of her manolos, complete with a silk blouse in a color that only made her vivid blues seem all the brighter and a high waisted pencil skirt that clung to her curves perfectly. Her full lips, stained in crimson, curled into a dazzling smile as she stepped into the room. Anyone who hadn't been living under a rock for the last couple of decades would recognize that smile.
She had grown up in the spotlight, headlines claiming her as America's Princess. Up until her college graduation she had appeared regularly in various forms of media, always smiling and always at her brother's side. Then she had sort of disappeared for a few years, only popping up on rare occasions in exotic, foreign locales. It had only been a few months that she had been showing up regularly again, and stateside at that, but it had never once been questioned; at least not openly.
"This won't do.." There had been no formal greeting, and she honestly didn't even seem to be looking at him, though her expression was rather pensive before she turned and stalked out of the room. "You comingβ¦" was called out over her shoulder leaving him to assume she was talking to him and to follow her...or not. Whether on his own, or under the guidance of the same pissy assistant...this time seeming much more timid and shielding a reddening cheek from his view...he would end up in an office seated across a desk from her.
"This is much betterβ¦would you like something to drink?" She offered, seeming every but the American sweetheart she had been dubbed as while growing up in front of the nation's eyes.
When word had first gotten to her about the reporter who had been digging around, she'd politely reached out in an attempt to call him off..nicely, and with a tidy sum for his troubles. His rejection of that offer had been both surprising and curious, so along with going over his head to have them add a bit of pressure she also had a complete dossier worked up on the man.
Olivia investigated him as doggedly as he chased his story, down to the point she knew what move he would make possibly before he did. It was almost sweet how hard he worked to run down leads and to find anyone willing to talk to him. It was a valiant fight, to try and bring the story of these girls...these victims...to light. It was also very naive. His victims weren't true victims. They had gotten exactly what they had been after, the lot of them. The true victims had been erased from records, from memory, from the world...but those were too deeply buried for anyone to ever find. Which, in Olivia's opinion, was how they all should have been handled.
It was how she'd almost settled on handling Cole. Erasing him would have been the easiest of options, but Olivia saw something in him. His determination, his skills...if she could harness his passion, direct his vision he could be a real asset. The trick was going to be convincing him to join their side. He had already painted them as villains in his mind...luckily she was pretty good at changing people's minds.
The letter hadn't been outright threatening, that would be silly, though if one knew how to read between the lines of the pretty words it was easy to see. Beldona, Inc was eyeing up the company to buy, and if he refused her request they would indeed buy it, dismantle it and put not only him but all of his colleagues out of work. Further than that, their reputations in the field would be ruined and no other publications would risk taking any of them on...essentially they would all be blackballed. To save them, to be the hero he so obviously wanted to be...he just had to sit down with her.
Olympia tower, the corporate Headquarters to Beldona Inc. was the first Skyscraper in downtown Los Angeles. Where it now seemed dwarfed by its modern contemporaries the white granite façade of the building makes it stand out compared to the glass and steel monstrosities around it. The ground floor's massive event center was a moving milling center of activity, and the next 6-floors of the skyscraper were dedicated to vast auditoriums for presentations, and conference rooms for more intimate meetings. The corporate offices resided on the upper floors of the building, which Cole would have been directed to take an elevator up to once he'd passed through security.
After checking in with reception he was led to yet another elevator and escorted even higher up the ivory tower from which the Beldona Family seemed to rule. Olivia's office was technically on the top floor near her brother's, as among other things she operated as his press secretary...and the two were rarely far apart from one another when it could be helped. However, it was a floor below that to which Cole was taken, and then led into an elegantly appointed conference room and left to wait without so much as a word or an offer of a drink.
It was several long lingering minutes before Olivia finally appeared. She was elegance personified, from her perfectly styled chocolate tresses to the toe of her manolos, complete with a silk blouse in a color that only made her vivid blues seem all the brighter and a high waisted pencil skirt that clung to her curves perfectly. Her full lips, stained in crimson, curled into a dazzling smile as she stepped into the room. Anyone who hadn't been living under a rock for the last couple of decades would recognize that smile.
She had grown up in the spotlight, headlines claiming her as America's Princess. Up until her college graduation she had appeared regularly in various forms of media, always smiling and always at her brother's side. Then she had sort of disappeared for a few years, only popping up on rare occasions in exotic, foreign locales. It had only been a few months that she had been showing up regularly again, and stateside at that, but it had never once been questioned; at least not openly.
"This won't do.." There had been no formal greeting, and she honestly didn't even seem to be looking at him, though her expression was rather pensive before she turned and stalked out of the room. "You comingβ¦" was called out over her shoulder leaving him to assume she was talking to him and to follow her...or not. Whether on his own, or under the guidance of the same pissy assistant...this time seeming much more timid and shielding a reddening cheek from his view...he would end up in an office seated across a desk from her.
"This is much betterβ¦would you like something to drink?" She offered, seeming every but the American sweetheart she had been dubbed as while growing up in front of the nation's eyes.
If it hadn't been obvious before, it likely was now⦠Percy wasn't the type to just lay there beneath a man and take whatever he gave her. She could be, if it wasn't good, but if she was enjoying it⦠And she was definitely enjoying this. She was grinding and bucking beneath him, her hands gripping, and toes curling as she moaned out unintelligible ramblings. She was pretty sure she'd cum at least once already, and from the amount of juices flowing out of her it would be easy to believe.
By the time he made his way to the little bundle of nerves that lived at the apex of her velvety folds it was no longer hidden beneath its little hood, hidden away like some secret. It was swollen, throbbing, and begging for his attention, pouting out from between the edges of those soft petals he'd been teasing and taunting to part. "Yes, yes, rightβ¦there.." she cried out shamelessly as that deliciously agile muscle of his found just the right spot, the right pressure, and the right speed to send her toppling over the edge.
Nails sank into hard muscled flesh, clawing and scraping as she writhed beneath him, intense pleasure flooding through her as her honey gushed onto his tongue. She wasn't sure anyone had ever made her cum that hard, that fast, and once she could see at all, she would look at him with wonder.. not that she had very long to admire him before he was moving her..adjusting herβ¦posing her like a living doll. Her panties were finally stripped off, and then more shifting, her breasts jiggling with the movements. She didn't dare try to stop him, especially once it registered what was happening, she had given herself over to him completelyβ¦trusting himβ¦oddlyβ¦in a way she had never trusted anyone. She didn't even know his name.
She couldn't see that awe inspiring thick length that she knew had to be throbbing with need by now, not from her position, but she could feel the heat radiating from it as he used his hold on her to tug her closer. His words seemed almost apologetic, and she couldn't help but smileβ¦it was soft, languid, and blissfulβ¦almost as if she were drunkβ¦and maybe she wasβ¦drunk on him. "Yes, please.. I want youβ¦need youβ¦inside meβ¦" she murmured, not that he needed her permission, but she wanted him to know that she wanted itβ¦wanted him.
As wet as she was there was no preparing her for the massive size of his flared and swollen crown as it stretched her tight, drooling entrance open. She was tight, so fucking tight, and for a moment she thought he might rip her open. Her inner walls were struggling to accommodate the beastly size of his cock slowing the progress, as inch by painfully slow inch was sucked deeper into her body, her greedy cunny pulsing around his thickness. Her eyes rolled back as her hands clutched and clawed at the sheets, "Pleaseβ¦don't stop.." she begged, a bit worried that he might be concerned about hurting her and pull out.
She needn't have worried, obviously as right after the words left her lips, he once more tugged her towards him, plunging himself to the hilt in her small body. Her lower stomach bulged slightly, showing how deep he'd actually gotten. Then he was pumping in and out, each ridge and every vein scraping along her inner walls as he took herβ¦claimed herβ¦ Unable to do much to help, the way he held her made it near impossible to grind or buck or gyrate, she focused on squeezing her already tight little pussy even tighter with each and every stroke, almost as if she were trying to milk him for all he was worth.
Each time he pulled back her hungry little cunt would desperately try and suck him back in, especially as she reached the peak of a third orgasm. It was then that he pulled out, a disgruntled groan erupting from her lips as his girthy length landed on her belly. She wasted no time reaching down to curl her hand around the base, her fingers unable to meet, stroking up and down as she gazed up at him ecstasy and lustβ¦and a little something else written across her face. Maybe he just didn't want to cum inside herβ¦it seemed reasonableβ¦so she continued to stroke him for as long as he would allow.
It wasn't long at all, it turned out, and then his hulking form was looming over her , his hands guiding her thighs to circle around his waist much like they had been earlier. He tugged her up from the bed, her back arching into a near inhuman angle, the soft fleshy mounds, proudly thrust into the air. She wasn't sure what he was after until his lips were sealed around one stiffened peak, his tongue teasing the sensitive little bud before taking full notice of the piercing. It was simpleβ¦just the bar with captive beads on either end, but it might as well have been vibrating with the way he was working his tongue against it.
Little squeaks and squeals of delight were all she was capable of in the moment, her mind absolutely melting from the sensations he was causing. Her hands reached out for any part of him she could reach, absolutely needing the most skin to skin contact she could get. She wiggled and squirmed against him, likely making the teasing that much worse. "Moreβ¦please..pleaseβ¦"
By the time he made his way to the little bundle of nerves that lived at the apex of her velvety folds it was no longer hidden beneath its little hood, hidden away like some secret. It was swollen, throbbing, and begging for his attention, pouting out from between the edges of those soft petals he'd been teasing and taunting to part. "Yes, yes, rightβ¦there.." she cried out shamelessly as that deliciously agile muscle of his found just the right spot, the right pressure, and the right speed to send her toppling over the edge.
Nails sank into hard muscled flesh, clawing and scraping as she writhed beneath him, intense pleasure flooding through her as her honey gushed onto his tongue. She wasn't sure anyone had ever made her cum that hard, that fast, and once she could see at all, she would look at him with wonder.. not that she had very long to admire him before he was moving her..adjusting herβ¦posing her like a living doll. Her panties were finally stripped off, and then more shifting, her breasts jiggling with the movements. She didn't dare try to stop him, especially once it registered what was happening, she had given herself over to him completelyβ¦trusting himβ¦oddlyβ¦in a way she had never trusted anyone. She didn't even know his name.
She couldn't see that awe inspiring thick length that she knew had to be throbbing with need by now, not from her position, but she could feel the heat radiating from it as he used his hold on her to tug her closer. His words seemed almost apologetic, and she couldn't help but smileβ¦it was soft, languid, and blissfulβ¦almost as if she were drunkβ¦and maybe she wasβ¦drunk on him. "Yes, please.. I want youβ¦need youβ¦inside meβ¦" she murmured, not that he needed her permission, but she wanted him to know that she wanted itβ¦wanted him.
As wet as she was there was no preparing her for the massive size of his flared and swollen crown as it stretched her tight, drooling entrance open. She was tight, so fucking tight, and for a moment she thought he might rip her open. Her inner walls were struggling to accommodate the beastly size of his cock slowing the progress, as inch by painfully slow inch was sucked deeper into her body, her greedy cunny pulsing around his thickness. Her eyes rolled back as her hands clutched and clawed at the sheets, "Pleaseβ¦don't stop.." she begged, a bit worried that he might be concerned about hurting her and pull out.
She needn't have worried, obviously as right after the words left her lips, he once more tugged her towards him, plunging himself to the hilt in her small body. Her lower stomach bulged slightly, showing how deep he'd actually gotten. Then he was pumping in and out, each ridge and every vein scraping along her inner walls as he took herβ¦claimed herβ¦ Unable to do much to help, the way he held her made it near impossible to grind or buck or gyrate, she focused on squeezing her already tight little pussy even tighter with each and every stroke, almost as if she were trying to milk him for all he was worth.
Each time he pulled back her hungry little cunt would desperately try and suck him back in, especially as she reached the peak of a third orgasm. It was then that he pulled out, a disgruntled groan erupting from her lips as his girthy length landed on her belly. She wasted no time reaching down to curl her hand around the base, her fingers unable to meet, stroking up and down as she gazed up at him ecstasy and lustβ¦and a little something else written across her face. Maybe he just didn't want to cum inside herβ¦it seemed reasonableβ¦so she continued to stroke him for as long as he would allow.
It wasn't long at all, it turned out, and then his hulking form was looming over her , his hands guiding her thighs to circle around his waist much like they had been earlier. He tugged her up from the bed, her back arching into a near inhuman angle, the soft fleshy mounds, proudly thrust into the air. She wasn't sure what he was after until his lips were sealed around one stiffened peak, his tongue teasing the sensitive little bud before taking full notice of the piercing. It was simpleβ¦just the bar with captive beads on either end, but it might as well have been vibrating with the way he was working his tongue against it.
Little squeaks and squeals of delight were all she was capable of in the moment, her mind absolutely melting from the sensations he was causing. Her hands reached out for any part of him she could reach, absolutely needing the most skin to skin contact she could get. She wiggled and squirmed against him, likely making the teasing that much worse. "Moreβ¦please..pleaseβ¦"
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