midnightsaboteur
Midnight Saboteur
A multi muse, multi ship, canon divergent and select RP blog.
Mun is 27 and only writes with those over the age of 21.
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“Mine, I know how much you love my wine collection… and my bad,” Vincent murmured teasingly. He chuckled after speaking, and reciprocated Nicole’s sweet kiss to his jaw in kind by leaning in and placing a soft kiss against her temple. When she tilted her head back, he looked down at her, meeting her gaze. The easy conversation of before came to a crashing halt as Nicole expressed her worries about the job ahead.
For a few moments, Vincent considered her words. Ordinarily, he would’ve smiled in an attempt to reassure her, but her allusion to something missing in the drawings sparked his worry, too. His heart began to thud quicker as he tried to think of what the missing piece might be. Failing after just a few moments, Vincent murmured, “What do you think is wrong? Do you have any ideas?”
@ofxinnocence / @ofxinnocencewrites
Nicole leaned against his firm body as his arms were wrapped around her waist. As long as she could, she was going to enjoy his presence this close to her. Who knew how long it would take for the other woman to return, probably rather annoyed.
"That sounds like a great plan. Your home or mine?" She asked him, leaning in so she could press a kiss against his jaw softly. Nicole leaned back once more, tilting her head slightly as she looked at Vincent. "Something about this upcoming job just sits wrong with me, if I'm honest. It feels like something is missing in all those drawings."
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Marcus quirked an eyebrow when the thief referred to metaphors. His mind immediately went in one direction, in that by saying he was less of a metaphoric pain in the arse for those he stole from than thought, the man must therefore be a literal pain. When the realisation hit, Marcus smirked. “Interesting…” he began, a chuckle breaking up his sentence before he added, “Care to tell me which of my rich friends like it up the arse? I always love gossip.”
Despite the surprisingly easy-going nature of their encounter, Marcus kept the gun firmly in his hand. He didn’t point it at the other male, but he was prepared to bring it right back up if he needed to. However, as the thief alluded to leaving but coming back, Marcus couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re entertaining, I’ll give you that,” he mused, his grin holding for a brief second before his expression darkened. His tone followed suit as he said, “I can’t have you coming back here to steal from me, of course. You can leave now and not come back. Or you can try again, and I’ll just have to deal with you again… in a far harsher way than I am now.”
@modcrnspirits
Mort was not truly worried. He had been in much, much worse situations. He had a brief idea of the danger Marcus could be and that gun was definitely a red flag. But he held the pose as he stopped in the middle of the room, playfully raising his hands in the air as if he was facing the police. "Oh, truer words have not yet been spoken. I have left one or two of your friends with a bit of pain in their arse. But it is much less metaphorically than you think." Even though he wore the mask now, without it he had infiltrated the high society to know of their secrets and their goods. And besides, he loved having fun with his prey.
"May I give you my two cents on that, since you are talking about me?" Marcus grinned, the mask hiding the playfulness in his eyes. "I leave your goods here, you let me walk out and I never come for you again. Cross my heart and-" Mort stopped, making a sound with his tongue and chuckling to himself. "Nah, can't do. You catch me today, but I'll come back and get your pretty things for me tomorrow. I just can't help it."
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Warren continued eating Eva out as if his life depended on it. She tugged on his hair, which only prompted Warren to increase his pace. He alternated between swirling his tongue around against her folds and working it up and down in lavish strokes. Between his head, Warren felt Eva’s thighs clenching around his head whilst her legs tensed over his shoulders. From her words and how she arched and writhed beneath him, Warren sensed she was close to climax. No matter what, Warren resolved not to stop until Eva came hard. As if to encourage her to do so, Warren slid his free hand upward, so he could hold Eva’s hip and keep her in place. With his other, Warren resumed toying against her clit with his thumb.
@spellbindingnights
Eva knew that whatever Warren did was going to ensure a great time. Her husband could play her body as if it were an instrument. "F-fuck, baby... you are s-so good to m-me..." se moaned softly, her hand gently tugging from his hair and pulled him closer to her cunt. "I f-fucking love you and your t-tongue..." she whispered as her breathing got heavier and her pulse picked up. Eva could feel her toes curling and her muscles gradually tensing. @midnightsaboteur
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Marius smiled warmly when she called him her knight in shining armour. A slight blush crept onto his cheeks simultaneously, and his heart rate quickened again. As much as a part of him wanted to believe that such a statement implied feelings for him, the saner part of his brain told him that it was another friendly sentiment. He could live with that, taking comfort at least in the value of having her as his good friend even if they wouldn’t become more than that. “Anytime, I’m here for whatever you need, no matter what,” Marius affirmed to her praise, his smile growing briefly right after he’d said it. As Adeline proceeded to worry about her family, Marius listened and nodded. However, Marius instantly shook his head when she began insisting on paying rent. “Oh no, no, not at all, I insist,” he began, adding, “You’re staying here because you had to leave your home. I’m not looking for rent at all, honestly.” It was rare they disagreed, and it left Marius wondering who, of the two of them, would get their way.
@dearxeden
Feeling the soothing warmth of the hot cacao mug in her hands, gave her the first opportunity to take a deep breath. She hadn't had a minute of comfort in so long, knowing it won't make it all disappear, but at least let her in peace for a few hours. A few hours until her phone was going to blow up, when her ex notices that she was gone with all her belongings, too. "You are more than just a friend. You are my knight in shining armour." Adeline smiled genuinely. Noticing her eyes started to water, she glanced away and moved towards his living room, taking a seat on his couch. "I should message my family, just in case, he will bother them as well... eventually change my number overall, too. Oh and of course, I'm going to pay rent as long as I stay here, Marius. I insist.." She rambled, trying to distract herself from her own emotions.
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I'm starting to feel super stressed about threads, especially for two reasons:
Replies that are much longer in length than my previous one (i.e. an extra paragraph minimum beyond mine).
Replies that are coming very quickly (i.e. within 1-2 days) after my previous one, and especially when a lot of replies sit with me anyway.
Neither technically violates my rules, but I'm continually having to spend a lot of time trying to tackle drafts, which rapidly build up in number and feature a lot to reply to within them.
So, if people could bear this in mind, that'd be much appreciated. I try to suck things like this up for the most part, yet I feel I should now say something because of how it's stressing me.
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Cody Christian as Asher Adams in All American
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“Oh no, what a terrible fate for me,” Daniel teased as soon as Taney quipped about how she might ask him to stay forever. He kissed her back and then watched lovingly as Taney sat herself up. As ever, whenever she trailed her fingertips up to his collar, Daniel’s heart began pumping excitedly. He craned his neck as soon as he was told, a beam spreading across his lips and his eyes lighting up with excitement and delight when she revealed his lead. Being collared and leashed had been a long-held fantasy of Daniel’s before he’d met Taney, and subsequently, it had become one they’d engaged in many times. The thrill never got old, if anything, and only intensified, especially on a day like his birthday.
Daniel grinned and chuckled when Taney told him how he made it hard for her to get out of bed, to which he murmured, “Technically, that’s not my fault, darling…” before winking at her. He watched her again as she climbed off the bed, which Daniel took as a non-verbal cue to get up. They walked through to the kitchen, and when Taney promised to wear him out for his birthday, Daniel’s grin grew. “Oh yeah? I’m the luckiest birthday boy around,” Daniel teased, speaking as Taney pulled him down to her height. At her next question, he shook his head but still smiled. “Nope, nothing else I thought of. I’m just happy to be under your control, Mistress… I know you’ll always look after me so well.”
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"Keep smiling like that and I'll ask you to stay forever, Daniel." She kissed him one more time, laughing as he did before she patted her small hands on his chest, sliding her fingers lightly up to his neck, brushing them across his collar as she sat upright on his lap. "Let's scramble some eggs then, Birthday Baby." Leaning toward her nightstand she grabbed his leash. "Show me that pretty neck."
It only took a moment to tighten the collar now that he was awake, another to clip the lead, and she gave it a gentle tug until he sat up with her on his lap. "You make it so hard for me to let you out of my bed, Treasure." Selfishly rocking her hips against hip, just once, Taney climbed off of the bed, cautiously leaving slack for him to come at his pace. Her green eyes watched him with a devious grin. At least until they were in the apartment's small kitchen did she get out an amused, "I'm glad you slept so well because I'm planning on wearing you out for your birthday." She pulled him closer by the leash, looking up at him with as she continued to weave it through her fingers, pulling him down to her height. "Was there anything you thought about getting for your birthday before you came home to me, Baby?" Taney had meant to say 'back to me' but she didn't correct herself either, chalking it up to the usually underlying buzz of excitement that Daniel was hers to play with and then the lingering exhaustion of only a few hours of sleep.
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Hunter’s gaze lingered on the sight of Hunter’s newly exposed ass once her skirt had fallen to her ankles. She tried taunting him, but her words simply made Hunter smirk and chuckle. He knew what she was doing, yet he still played into her teasing as he slapped her ass again before saying “A good boy… really? You and I both know I’m a man, darling. The only man capable of giving you what you need.”
He moved to stand directly behind her, allowing Harper time to think about his bragging statement. With one hand, Hunter started undoing his belt, and with the other, he trailed it along the bare curve of Harper’s ass to meet the thin material of her black thong. “Such slutty underwear, darling. So naughty. You wear these for me? You think about what I might see when you get dressed in the morning?” Hunter mused, his tone as smug as his smirk. He sealed the statement with a fourth slap to her ass, at which point he then swiftly diverted to finally getting his belt and pants open.
Hunter took his hard member in hand and placed the tip against Harper’s slick folds. Briefly, he considered teasing her, yet he had a need as great as hers. So, with a smirk and a wink in her direction, Hunter pushed inside her with a moan.
@missperfectlyfinewrites
A light laugh of surprise at how easily Hunter spreads the contents of her desk across the floor. It's going to be a bitch to be clean up, but in this moment, her mind is everywhere but that. A soft groan as he pushed her against the desk, bending her over the wood, breasts squashing against it in her blouse.
Her lips parted to make a comment, instead a delicious whimper escaping instead, body thrusting forward a little at the smack. Another spank, goose bumps rising as he pulled down the zip, the fabric sliding down to her ankles.
Pert art cheeks exposed, black thong underneath, Harper gave a little wiggle, taunting.
"Mmm, you always know exactly what I need, don't you Hunter? Such a good boy giving me what I want.." She teased, knowing it would rile him up. He was in charge here - she just liked to fuck with him.
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Beneath the table, Rodrick wasted no time in taking Kyle’s cock into his mouth. The younger male took the entire length with ease and began sucking dutifully, his skill evident even just from those few initial acts. “Oh fuck…” Kyle murmured again, within moments of Roderick bobbing his head up and down. As Rodrick sucked him so well, he worked in sensual motions with his tongue too, swirling it around Kyle’s shaft in ways that made the ex-President moan loudly and arch his hips whenever he felt them.
Regardless of how Rodrick’s blowjob made him writhe and moan, Kyle still kept his attention on Samuel when the other man spoke. Hurriedly, remembering what Samuel had said before, Kyle stripped off his shirt and tossed the garment aside, leaving him naked at the table. He nodded when he confirmed what was expected of them both, and despite being blown so well, Kyle still had some faculties about him as he murmured, “Yeah, that makes sense… I’m grateful for such… wonderful treatment.” Heavy sighs and moans broke up his otherwise lucid words, and he couldn’t help but grin at the allusion to Rodrick’s skills. “I’m sure this is… great food, but you’re damn… right. His oral is outta… this world.” Kyle looked down at Rodrick again, and he ran a hand through his hair. He petted the submissive lovingly before turning his attention to the breakfast, finally able to focus on eating as well as the pleasure of the dutiful blowjob beneath.
@modcrnspirits
Between all the lovers inside their relationship, Rodrick was the shyest one. Also, the most submissive one of them all. This didn't mean he was in any way less horny about their adventures. He wanted it, but he was glad he had other men to push and encourage him to let go and be free. Sam was the one that came up with that morning routine, in a way. Rodrick just got on his knees, like he was used to. He thought the ex-President would have needed more than just one morning and yet, there he was, filling his mouth with the man's big cock. And what a cock! He relaxed his throat, breathing through his nose so he could go down on the man. All the way down. Sucking cock was always such a turn on for him, no wonder he had gone under the table so easily. And the moans Kyle made were the right type of encouragement his body needed. He started bobbing his head, tongue swirling around the thick shaft, attention full on what he was doing that he barely noticed Kyle's questions.
Samuel, on the other hand, had quite a different way to do things. Rodrick was cheerful and light compared to him. He could smile sometimes, and Kyle had just made him smile with that hesitant question. His voice had power over other men and he knew it. His body moved forward, eyes taking Kyle's full attention, almost as if he wanted to hypnotize the other. "Your breakfast, I mean. The boy will take care of your other needs. But he had made sure to prepare you a breakfast for a champion." His smile was short, a small flicker of the corner of his lips. But he found the whole situation to be quite amusing. It was Rodrick's choice to bring Kyle in and all of the involved agreed, wanting a piece of him. But none of them would stop Rodrick from enjoying it the most of him. "His cooking skills are great, but true enough, they don't match his oral skills."
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The smile remained on Elijah’s lips as he watched Maddie’s reaction to his invitation. It didn’t surprise him that the offer shocked her, nor that she said yes. She beamed at him, her smile sending a feeling of warmth right through Elijah. He had sensual intentions for Maddie that evening, yet he couldn’t help but feel affection too when she was so delightful and charming. “I don’t live that far away, fortunately,” he murmured to her question. As they left the bar, Elijah smiled down at her. He slid his hand into hers and squeezed it gently. “It’s a nice night… shall we walk or get an Uber? Probably five minutes by car, maybe fifteen if we walk.”
@spellbindingnights
This truly seemed like a dream, not even her, a script writer, would've dared to write something like this. "My goodness" she chuckled sheepishly, her face feeling incredibly warm. And then he took her hand and she was pretty sure she might pass out right there. Her heart was beating so fast and all she could think of was those lips in every part of her body. "Okay... yes, let's go" she smiled lovingly at him. Maddie then looked at her glass and finished the little that was left. "Do you live far from here?" She asked curiously. @midnightsaboteur
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“I can feel his residue inside of me.”
“No, no, no. He’s not. It’s aftereffects, like PTSD.”
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Camila Mendes for Who What Wear by Justin Wilczynski | April 2024
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