Don't labor, be loved - by everyone.

[thoughtsonyaoi]

Harem Smut Meme Well, aren't you a lucky one? Most people would consider it a pretty good turn in life to have one partner who cares about relieving their sexual urges; you just so happen to have two partners. Or three, or four, or five, or six - you get the picture, because their big picture's all focused on you. Whether it's for tonight or a long-term arrangement, the more the merrier! You can't have too much of a good thing...right? Just make sure nobody gets jealous... HOW to PLAY Reply with your character and prefs. EVERYBODY WHO TOP LEVELS GETS A HAREM. You get a harem, and you get a harem! Unless you play multiple characters and you are the harem, I guess idek. Is your character a god/dess, royalty, cliche sultan/harem master of some sort, or just a regular person who everybody wants for whatever reason? Tag others; play side couplings, love triangles getting resolved, spending the night with one of your many lovers, threesomes, moresomes, full on polyamory I give zero fucks. Play it sexy. Play it silly. Be intense. Again, zero fucks, just be cool.

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giorno giovanna | jjba | m/f

[7pg]

lucy/ sara | sleeping beauty (2011)

[cater]

ooc: lucy is a call girl. so more like she's in a harem. m/f prefs unless it's more like f/f grooming

[carrington_atlantic]

((OOC: What would you say to a handsome tycoon who secretly owns Lucy's escort service so he can basically treat her and the other girls like his own harem? ))

[cater]

ooc: have you seen sleeping beauty? the original place she works for just has her literally sleeping naked with men after they throw these lavish parties where the girls are servants, actual pieces of furniture and decoration. I can AU anything if you want to be more traditional, but we can play in her verse as him as the owner. (supposedly sex is supposed to be off the table when they are asleep because the body is a temple, but maybe he sees her and that goes out the window or he’s automatically above that rule like other men can’t have his girls, but he can).

[carrington_atlantic]

((OOC: I have, yes. And I definitely think he'd be the kind to consider himself above and exempt from the no-sex rules, for sure. It'd let him make a little extra money along with ensuring his girls stay "his". ))

[cater]

ooc: I’m definitely down then

[carrington_atlantic]

((OOC: Great! Let me know if anything needs tweaking here. ))

There was a popular belief that once a person became wealthy enough, there simply ceased being things which could be considered impossible or forbidden. And even though he and most of his fellow one percenters did their best to reassure the public that some rules still applied to the rich, Blake Carrington reveled in the fact that it was absolutely true. Of course, he took precautions to ensure he specifically could never be connected to such pursuits, and had an alibi ready for every occasion.

For instance, neither Blake or Carrington Atlantic or any other related entity owned the service that was providing him with his wait staff for the evening while he ate dinner in the penthouse apartment which he also did not own, so far as could be proved.

Apart from Blake, everyone else in the penthouse was a beautiful young woman, clad in revealing lingerie while the half dozen of them moved about, cooking or serving or in some way waiting on the billionaire, who spent the entire time looking over each girl with a nakedly appraising gaze.

Once he was done, Blake called the women to stand in a line in the living room. His eyes fell, as they had been all evening, on a petite, slender beauty with full lips and dark blonde hair, her white lingerie only piquing his interest to see what lay beneath.

"You... Sara, I believe? You stay. Ladies, the rest of you are dismissed. Thank you very much." Three of the women lingered a moment before moving on. All three had been selected for his special attention in the past, so whether they were relieved or envious, he wasn't sure.

When they were alone, Blake stood and moved closer. "I know you haven't had an appointment with me before, Sara, but I'm guessing that Clara filled you in before taking this evening's assignment? About my... special requests?"

[cater]

She had been told to arrive at the building mid afternoon, given even more expensive lingerie than she normally wears. One or two of the other women helped her, smoothing over her bra strap and brushing back a stray lock. They all had to look pristine. She thought she already knew the rules, but everyone seemed on high alert.

Lucy was instructed to serve the wine, and she stood at her post, waiting for Blake to finish his cup. She would step forward and pour for him, dipping just enough. He might be wealthy beyond reproach, but he was still a man. She noticed every time his eyes lingered for a moment. The white of the garter and bra are striking against her pale skin, the pink of her nipples just barely visible.

When he dismisses the others, but keeps her, she gives a slight nod before looking up at him. Part of her isn't surprised. She's both a realist and an opportunist, so she stays.

"She said to keep you happy, sir," Lucy said plainly.

[carrington_atlantic]

Blake smiled. "What a perfectly vague and yet somehow also definitive instruction," he commented. "And most importantly, very much correct. I have a very close relationship with the agency, and as such I'm afforded a few... perks... that the rest of the clientele don't enjoy."

He moved closer to the young woman, his eyes continuing to study and appraise. Blake lifted a hand, tracing his finger along the lacy edges of her lingerie, its color not so far removed from Sara's own complexion, making the sight just that much more enticing.

"There's a line that doesn't get crossed for yourself and your co-workers-- you were assured of that from the very beginning. That line does not exist for me," Blake explained.

[cater]

She watched him carefully as he moved. He wasn’t very different from some of the men that would pick her up on a Friday night, give her a small bag with fine white powder in it before she got on her knees. Sara knew she attracted men. It’s how the agency found her, why they wanted her.

So when his fingers just moved over the edge of her underwear, feeling the indent of the lace into her soft skin, she looked up. “And I’m getting paid?” She asked. He could do what he wanted to her. At least she was awake. Sara didn’t hold the same viewpoints as the place she worked for. Her pussy wasn’t some sort of sacred place, and sex was a means to an end. As a business man he would know that, and money speaks.

[carrington_atlantic]

Blake's smile was genuine and pleasantly surprised. "Naturally. And well in excess of your usual fee for... sessions with other clients." There was something in the sharpness of the girl's eyes and the set of her face. She struck him as more shrewd and more practical than so many of the other girls in the agency's employ. And that felt novel. Blake named an amount that tripled what he knew Sara was paid for simply laying asleep with men.

"So unless you want to negotiate some kind of limitations, the only question left is whether you prefer to be asleep for our time. I have all the necessary items, and some of your coworkers opt for it as they're not entirely prepared to meet my needs otherwise."

[cater]

She didn't miss the way he looked back at her. There weren't very many people that could play on her level. Most people were boring, but she could appreciate a man that knew what he wanted. So when he proposes a number, it's something she could work with. "Limitations on what we can do? I saw no, you stop. I don't care how much money is on the table," she said, knowing her own worth. She didn't need to fuck him for the money. The agency still paid well, and she had finished school. Her bills were paid, and she was comfortable-- lonely, but comfortable.

She does raise her brow at the option to choose to sleep. "I'm fine. I don't have a say in what those men can do to me. I'd rather just know," she said with a piercing glare. "But I can take a lot more than most girls."

Fucking with no emotions was something she could do, and she knew how to get what she wanted from men anyway. "You're not the first powerful man whose fucked me," she said with a sudden and wicked smirk, proud.

[carrington_atlantic]

Blake nodded at the terms she set out before him. Negotiation had been a way of life for him since the day he'd first stepped into the offices of Carrington Atlantic, and even before then. After all, his own father ran the house like a corporation, too. "Fair enough, all of it."

He cocked an eyebrow at her last pair of comments, a slight smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth at the bravado. "I'm the only man you need to worry about for the night. Though I hope I'll make a good impression," Blake added, though his tone made it clear he had no doubt on that count.

Blake gestured towards the hall. "Bedroom's this way. Shall we?"

[cater]

"I doubt you'd disappoint," she replied back, her voice like velvet as she headed out of the room, walking just as sultry as one would expect wearing just the lingerie provided for the uniform.

When she got to the bedroom, she turned back and faced him. She wasn't sure what sort of tone this had. If he wanted to be the one in charge, have her, if he wanted this to just pretend like he hadn't offered her a lot of money to fuck her-- that was a first for her now. But she walked back up to him and moved to take his jacket off, fingers sliding over his shoulders under the jacket itself.

"Your vastly overdressed compared to me," she offered lightly.

[carrington_atlantic]

When she was on, she was on, Blake had to give her that. The moment that the deal was made, the girl knew how to keep him going. Her walk changed, as did her demeanor. Although he recognized a few tells from so many boardroom negotiations-- she was trying to read him, get a feel for what he expected.

Blake shrugged slightly, letting her get his jacket off. "And that seems like something that should be fixed right away." He started on his cufflinks, leaving room for her to work at his tie and shirt.

[cater]

She stood opposite of him, shorter and slighter than he was, but no less confident. She might not be in business, but she knew people, men specifically. Her smile is softer as his jacket starts to slip from his shoulders. She's careful with it though, catching it before it hits the ground. Turning she places it on a chair before returning to him.

"So why me?" She asked, starting on his buttons next, still trying to get a read for what he likes and what exactly he wants from her. "You have many beautiful women that work for you."

Greed | FMA | ota

[wantitall]

[ ooc: I mean I had to with this jerk, right? ]

Jeile Astale Ei Deamonia Eucharistia | Meru Puri | M/M

[idioticprince]

Caius Ballad * Final Fantasy XIII-2 * M/F*

[chaos_revenge]

((OOC: 100% his jam. AU and cross-canon is super easy given his ability to cause chaos and hop around timelines. Kinks on his profile. ))

Jason Wyndgarde/Mastermind * X-Men * M/F*

[psionic_virus]

((OOC: Evil mind-manipulator a la Kilgrave, just different details, so a natural for dub/non-con harem building. AU and cross-canon welcome. Kinks on his profile. ))