theantiherox

[theantiherox]

there was nothing asher thought more carefully about than when he is getting his dick wet. he might be careless about everything else in his life but not when it comes to this. “oh i plan to, sis.” he already knew he would turn her into his personal cum dump the second his parents introduced them. it was only a matter of time. now that he had her complete permission to use her whenever he wanted, asher will make sure she was filled to the brim every single day of her life.   he knew she was right. but there was something about the thought of their parents walking in on them with his cock deep inside her as she was chanting his name over and over. “i guess that depends on how quiet you can make yourself.” he grinned against her cunt before flattening his tongue against her, licking her in an almost slow, tormenting pace. he did it mostly to torture her, to her hear begging for more, but also to taste every inch of her. “mm, so fucking good.” murmurs against her as he flicked his tongue up to her clit, moving them in circles before wrapping his lips around her clit. his other hand moving to slip to fingers in her wet heat.

Madelaine could imagine how hard it would be for her to keep quiet when he had his cock deep buried inside of her soaking wet cunt. It was already being hard enough to keep her moans low at they way he had his tongue licking her slowly, tasting her and torturing the blonde on her bed. “Eat me out, please,” She begged, looking at her stepbrother between her legs. Her fingers tangled in his curls, giving it a tug before rolling her hips. “Fuck, I’m so wet for you...” Maddie breathed out before moaning as Asher slipped his fingers in her heat, easily due to her wetness. Ever since they were introduced Asher had been living rent-free in her mind. All her wetest and filthiest dreams were about him and how good he could fuck her with his cock. “Fuck me, please. I need you.”

#c. asher #madelaine campbell

[theantiherox]

Something the princess also knew, was the fact that unlike her other fights and protests against her parents this wasn’t one she would win. This had always been the one duty they were certain to be immovable with, so even if she tried with the last of her energy to protest it’d likely make them put their foot down even harder. “You promise? I do hope you are successful at keeping that promise,” he had yet to break any other promise made to her, but this one was far more complicated than any of the previous ones. It did bring her comfort to know that he’d be putting in the hard work for her. She was hoping the solution would be one that wouldn’t cause too much trouble or a war, but, if it came down to it being with him was worth a war. “If you are sure, when you find those words I’ll be by your side when you offer them to our parents,” she stated, wanting him to know she wanted to be there for him. “I love you too, Peter. I’ll pray every single night that one day we can no longer hide.” Lacey breathed out, kissing him back the instant their lips connected.

“I promise you. I won’t stop until I make you my Queen. I need you. And I love you,” Peter has never broken a promise, especially to her. He never promised anything he couldn’t keep his word. It would be a lot of work and exhausting, but he wouldn’t give up on convincing their parents to cancel the agreement with the other prince and allow her to be his Queen, even if it meant war. Kings and Queens have been doing this for centuries, why couldn’t they do the same if they loved each other deeply? He couldn’t help the grin on his lips when Lacey said she’d stand by her side when he talks to their parents. There’s nothing else he needed but his sister by his side, supporting him. Lacey is the exact and perfect queen he needs by his side when he becomes the king. He hoped for the same, for not having to hide anymore. For now, though, they’d keep it behind closed doors. As he deepened the kiss, his hands moved down her dress and to her thighs to pick her up, pining her up against the walls. His fingers moving to her ass for support, getting a tight grip on her flesh.

#c. lacey #Peter Wright #i love them ugh

[theantiherox]

she had been an easy target. most girls knew to trust their instincts. as soon as they feel they are being followed, they surround themselves with people. anyone that could make them feel safe. not her though. that had been her mistake. now she was forced to become his little slave. someone he could fuck and use as his own urinal whenever he wanted. “i know baby, i know. so fucking good.” he threw his head back as he felt her swallow around his shaft. the sensation around him felt heavenly. “that’s right, baby. keep looking at daddy with those pretty blue eyes.” he grinned at the terrified look on her face. he shouldn’t feel so much joy from her torture but he does. once he finally finished, deacon pulled his cock back with a loud groan. already missing the way he throat felt. “fuck, was that your first time?” he reached down and wrapped his hand around her neck, pulling her up on her feet. “you better start getting used to how i taste. and being grateful for it. you got that, you little piss whore.” he squeezed at her neck before pushing her backwards on the bed.

Madelaine closed her eyes focusing on not crying or vomit. She felt disgusting after being used by him, consumed by the desperate to take a shower as if she’d wash away all of this and the feeling after what he did to her. The blonde opened up her big blue eyes again when he talked to her, grinning at her, like a complete psycho that felt joy from her torture. When he finally pulled his cock back, she was finally able to properly breathe, still unconcertead of what just happened.  “Y-yes,” She answered him about this being her first time. Get used? How long was he planning on keeping her? “Please, please, let me go. People must be worried and looking for me. I promise I won’t tell anyone, just please let me go,” Maddie cried out, standing on her feet again with his hand on her neck, soon falling backwards on the bed, looking at him terrified of what he’d do to her. “Don’t hurt me.”

Madelaine had no idea how she ended up in the position she was right now. She had a feeling she was being followed, but thought it was just paranoia since she never noticed anything. Now here she was choking on Deacon's massive cock with watering eyes. His large hand forced her head down to take more of his length down her throat while she tried to fight. Her hands on his knees tried to push her away from it, she needed to breathe and her nose pressed against his pelvis did not help. No, no, no, he was about to make her swallow more of his thick cum. She tried to fight, but she couldn't escape his grip. Soon enough she felt a warm stream of piss down her throat, that made her sick to her stomach! But she had no other choice but to swallow it. Her terrified, widened blue eyes looked up at him, hoping for mercy.

#c. deacon #madelaine campbell

[theantiherox]

Madelaine had no idea how she ended up in the position she was right now. She had a feeling she was being followed, but thought it was just paranoia since she never noticed anything. Now here she was choking on Deacon's massive cock with watering eyes. His large hand forced her head down to take more of his length down her throat while she tried to fight. Her hands on his knees tried to push her away from it, she needed to breathe and her nose pressed against his pelvis did not help. No, no, no, he was about to make her swallow more of his thick cum. She tried to fight, but she couldn't escape his grip. Soon enough she felt a warm stream of piss down her throat, that made her sick to her stomach! But she had no other choice but to swallow it. Her terrified, widened blue eyes looked up at him, hoping for mercy.

♡ potential plot(s): kidnapped, stalker, serial killer who finally caught you. ♡ potential connections: open to any. ♡ alt. muse: deacon, benjamin, rowan, or asher. ♡ written with beta editor, can use legacy.

"knew i picked the right one when i saw you." he grunts out, his large hand on the back of their head. forcing them to take more of his length down their throat despite hearing them gag around him. he didn't care much about their comfort. in fact, he loved the feeling of them struggling to swallow his thick shaft. the sensation around him felt too damn good. his body lunges forward to keep their nose pressed against his pelvis as he asked, "ready to take more of my load?" but instead of his thick cum coating their throat like a few moments before, a warm stream of piss came out instead. "fuck that feels so good!"

#c. deacon #madelaine campbell

[theantiherox]

“None of those duties have the weight behind them that this does, if I push too hard things can go sideways in a ay I can’t take back.” Plus, she knew that fighting against this would take far more energy than she had left, all the years spent fighting back so she didn’t end up someone they thought worthy of practically selling off, and yet here she was being offered up as a perfect queen for someone she didn’t even know, her efforts had clearly failed. “I’m not the one in charge of how much time you have, Peter. If that were the case you’d have all the time in the world.” Even if she did kick up a fuss to postpone the wedding she was sure their parents would only allow such behaviour for a short time. He was right, it had only recently become something taboo for those of the same blood to be wed. “Peter, are you sure that is smart? I don’t think anyone would approve of that.” Lacey spoke in a soft tone, although she instinctively leant into his touch. “I want to be your Queen, but if that means you aren’t accepted as a King to the masses… Would you really want to risk that just for me?” She knew he had been the one of the pair that wanted the royal life, she didn’t want to ruin that power for him.

She was right. He knew it, but hated it. This was certainly the most important duty of her life, according to the royal life. Marrying for alliance was a smart move for the ones ruling, but not for him. Peter just couldn’t accept that his sister would marry someone else, someone who would never love her half as much as he did. He couldn’t argue back with her, but he needed to find a solution for this as soon as possible. ��I’ll come with a solution before this wedding happens, I promise you. You’re not ending in that prince’s hands,” Even if that meant he had sleepless nights until there. He had enough loyalty men by his side to help him to give this boy an end if he needed to, but he was hoping he could come with a bloodless solution. Peter didn’t know how to answer, he didn’t know the answer himself. Was it smart? He didn’t know. But he’d do anything for her. “If I can convince our mother and father, the rest will approve. I just need to use the right words, convince them of how powerful our kingdom can be if we rule it together,” Peter rubbed his thumb against her porcelain skin while looking deep in her eyes. He couldn’t help the grin on his face when she said she wanted to be his Queen. “I’d go to the ends of the Earth for you, baby. Don’t you know that?” He questioned her, frowning softly. “I love you, Lacey, beyond words could ever describe. I’ll do anything I need to do to have you as my Queen and we can live freely, no more behind locked doors.” The blonde whispered, leaning closer to kiss her.

#c. lacey #Peter Wright #sorry for taking so long

[theantiherox]

“I know I can keep a secret, but can you?” Aaron questioned her, arching an eyebrow as he turned to face her again after pouring himself a drink. He couldn’t believe he didn’t realize earlier that he had been saying dirty things all night to his best friend’s little daughter. “I didn’t know it was you, Sav...” He explained, looking at her face. Gorgeous face. "I haven't seen you i, what, five years? You've grown up and look different."

OPEN TO: males CONNECTION: older brother's best friend MUSE: savannah dawson. 25. trust fund baby. PLOT: your muse grew up with savannah and the whole dawson family, watched her grow up. now they're both older and she's had not the best track record with guys. still a virgin. fast forward to a gala for her dad's company and you're alone in one of the rooms in her mansion. you haven't seen her in five years, flirted with her all night after she comes back from college not realizing it was savannah the whole time. now you're at your place with her, just finding out who she is.

"my brothers won't have to know, you know. it can be our little secret. what with all those dirty things you whispered in my ear? can't be any worse than this, right?"

#c. savannah #aaron harris #hope this is okay

[theantiherox]

“What exactly would you like me to argue, Peter? We both know they will not listen to the typical arguments, this is a business deal to them.” She couldn’t use her being too young, or wanting her own life as an argument and she was sure he knew that actual reason couldn’t be used in any arguments. She noted the closeness, feeling his warmth radiating behind her in a way that was all too familiar. “I care about our family, and as much as I wish to go against them entirely doing so would get me disowned, and that would mean no more access to you.” Both scenarios seemed to part them but one at least meant she’d still have reasons to see him. Softened eyes looked back into hi as she was turned to face him, hands fiddling with her dress gently. “Peter, we both know I don’t want to marry him, or anyone else that isn’t you. But it isn’t that simple.”

“Somehow you always try to argue and find a way to avoid your duties, why not this time?” He couldn’t understand the sudden good girl behavior. Perhaps it was the jealousy speaking louder in his mind, blinding his judgment. As much as he hated to admit it, Lacey was right. It was frustrating that he couldn’t do anything about it and he had to watch his little sister marry someone else. The prince sighed heavily and massaged his temple before looking at her again. “I’ll figure something out, just give me time,” Even if he had to kill her betrothed, he’d do it and make it seem like an accident or just a tragedy, he could poison him before they consume their marriage. Just the thought of Lacey being touched by another man drove him out of his mind and tighten his fist. Peter would not accept it. “There were kings and queens before us that were married to their siblings, cousins, it was a current thing to keep it in the family. A King needs a Queen by his side,” The prince commented, moving his hand up to cup her face while he looked deep into her eyes. He’d soon step up to be the king since their father was already too old to have so many duties. And he obviously needed to marry someone with royal blood too. “Be my Queen.” Peter rested his forehead on hers. He loved his sister deeply and truly, beyond the fraternal love, why couldn’t they be together and rule their kingdom?

#C. Lacey #Peter Wright #sorry for taking so long

[theantiherox]

#visuals: Grace

[theantiherox]

Peter was still high on the adrenaline of the battle and the fact that the crown and the kingdom were now his. He had been planning this for years and years, his father never intended on giving him the crown, and now he got what he wanted. But not everything. No, he needed more. “You,” The blonde answered simply, looking at Astrid. “A King needs a Queen by his side. Be my Queen,” He walked closer to his sister, taking her hand and moving it closer to his lips so he could press a gentle kiss on it. “This nunnery is no place for a Princess, a future Queen. You’ll remain living in the castle where we grew up, but not as a Princess anymore if you agree on being my Queen,” Peter loved his sister deeply and truly, beyond the fraternal love, and now that their father was dead, they could be together. “What do you say?”

🍋 OPEN ASTRID STARTER

OPEN TO : m / nb PROMPT : astrid is the crown princess of a country that’s been torn in half by bloody civil war. after killing her father in battle, your muse learns that the princess was relocated to a nunnery for her own safety. the claiming of another prize and key political piece is in order. CONNECTION : tab*o (an uncle or brother that’s been leading the opposite side of the war), rival/previously exiled royal, usurper, etc. (loosely basing this on elizabeth of york, honestly) can feature supernatural / fantasy elements if you’d like!

“I do not understand…you have won.” Astrid speaks softly but with purpose despite the nervousness churning in her belly. “The crown, the kingdom…everything is yours. Surely, there is nothing left for conquest now. What more can you possibly want?” Her rabbit’s heart is beating wildly in her chest, but her shoulders are poised and her posture refined. Though her title lacks meaning in the aftermath of this latest war, Astrid is still an aristocrat — blue blood runs thick through her veins and a fire still burns in her breast. “If you will not let me stay in this nunnery then what do you intend, pray tell? Shall I be short a head come morning?” Would they truly go so far as to break the sanctuary of hallowed ground?

#peter wright #c. astrid #i hope this is okay

[theantiherox]

Test muse: Isabella Jones

I’d love some threads for this little minx.

#ooc #isabella jones #kink rp #indie kink rp #open indie kink rp #smut rp #indie smut rp #open indie smut rp

[theantiherox]

“I beg your pardon?” Theodore raised an eyebrow at the babysitter of his children when she asked him such an intimate thing. “We shouldn’t be talking about this, Sophie,” He pointed out before taking a sip of his drink. Every night his wife went to bed and he had a drink alone in his office since he was used to staying up late at night. “Are the kids sleeping?” The older male tried to change the subject but she was insistent. “Why are you so interested in it tonight?”

open to m/f/nb  plot: your muse is in an unhappy marriage, sophie wants to take advantage of that potential connections: babysitting client, friend’s parent, significant other’s parent, teacher, family friend, step/parent, step/uncle/aunt, anything else! tab*oo welcome! bonus points: age gap, the bigger the better! 

“do you two even have sex anymore?” her voice is saccharine sweet and disbelieving, sounding every inch like someone who deeply cares. sophie’s motivations are purely selfish, however, interested in nothing more than making them want her instead of their spouse. that’s why her skirt is so short and her shirt so low cut, fabric gripping tight to the shape of her body. “when is the last time you actually got to get off with someone else?”

#c. sophie #theodore king #i hope this is okay

[theantiherox]

When she had been told the news herself she had sensed that the only person who would have more of a problem with it than her would be Peter. No one knew what the pair had been like behind closed doors, and it wasn’t like it was something she could use as an excuse to get out of the situation, without causing the world around them to cave in. Her eyes remained looking out of the window as she heard his voice, hands running along the railing of the balcony. “You ask that as if I have a choice, Peter.” Lacey replied, a soft sigh escaping her. “Isn’t it my duty? To just follow the order as I’m told?” She had never enjoyed doing that, but she shuddered at the thought of the consequences if she didn’t.

“Have you even tried to argue with that?” Peter questioned her, walking closer to the window where his sister was, standing behind her keeping an inch gap between their bodies. “Since when do you care about your duties?” He frowned in confusion. Lacey had never enjoyed doing that. “Why now? Why have you decided to be the good girl and do what they told you to?” The blonde rested his hand on her waist, slowly making her turn to face him so he could look deep into her eyes. “Do you want to marry him?” The prince she was supposed to marry wasn’t a bad one, but not as half of what she deserved. He’d never know her the way Peter did, nor make her happy and keep her satisfied. “Tell me, Lacey, do you really want this? You know you’ll never be happy with that prince. He’ll never know you the way that I do.”

#c. lacey #peter wright

[theantiherox]

Saying Peter was mad to know his sister was getting married to someone else was an understatement. He tried not to show much while questioning their father why he decided to arrange a marriage for her, but on the inside, he was beyond out of his mind. His relationship with Lacey was nothing sibling-like out of people’s eyes, but sometimes he tended to show how possessive he was over his little sister. “Just got the news,” The blonde male answered her while walking inside the room and locking the door behind him. “Are you really marrying him?”

{ open to m/f/nb | plot: lacey is being put into an arranged marriage for her family to expand their kingdom, either your muse is who she is going to marry or your muse has just gotten the news. (any connection is welcome, feel free to assume!) }

Lacey had been locked in her room for the entire day, the information she had received from her parents about having an arranged marriage was making her filled with annoyance and general frustration. This was a part of the royal life she had always hated, having some important life choices taken from her without any chance to have a say. Now here she was, standing on the balcony attached to her room when she heard the doors open, something she had advised the guards against but she hadn’t realised it was around the time they were switching leaving a window for others to get by without the guards dismissing them. “What do you want?” Lacey huffed, clearly assuming it was one of the guards coming to check on her.

#c. lacey #peter wright #i hope this is okay #and peter is okay too

[theantiherox]

I used to be sirensinxs, but tumblr f*cked me up.

Feel free to check my old open starters, wanted plots and opposites in the old blog.

#ooc #fixed

[theantiherox]

thinking about a dom casually pulling down my skirt and panties in front of all their friends. inspecting me to show everyone what a needy slut I am. letting everyone stick a finger or two in me so they can feel how wet I am

#wanted plot

[theantiherox]

CASEY DEIDRICK as Max Parish In the Dark ● 1.10 I Woke Up Like This

#wanted opposite #casey deidrick

[theantiherox]

It was the middle of the night already and Theodore was sitting on his armchair with a glass of whiskey in one hand and a cigarette between his fingers in the other. He was used to insomnia consuming him, nights like this were not unusual. Sometimes he was bored and stressed out because he couldn't sleep, others he appreciated the solitude, the calmness and the silence. Soon he heard footsteps, turning his face slightly to find his daughter’s best friend walking into the room. The piercing blue eyes shamelessly scanned the young lady’s body before looking at her face as he took a hit of his cigarette, slowly exhaling the smoke before talking to her. “Can’t sleep either, love?” Theo questioned, sipping on his drink. @sammirp​

#theodore king #closed starter #hope this is okay