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they'd shared everything up until that point, including their bodies, minds and souls. they'd bared themselves to each other on a daily basis, and that was partly the reason why alex was taking her upcoming nuptials so hard. another part was the simple fact that he didn't like the little slimeball she was marrying. was he a perfectly suitable candidate for a girl her age? sure, but alex would have nothing but the best for his little girl and in his mind, the best was him and only him, no matter how twisted that thought may be. bella had taken such good care of him since that first night, letting him fill all her holes, listening when he told her to to get to her knees, and swallowing down every drop when he'd cum in her mouth. she was his perfect girl and the thought of her with someone else, pleasuring someone else, loving someone else, filled alex with murderous rage that he barely kept contained. the smile on her lips melted a part of his charred and blackened heart as she moved across and straddled his lap. the otherwise hardened man suddenly had nothing but love in his eyes, while his gaze moved from her face down to the visible cleavage in her wedding dress, both of his calloused hands fighting their way under fabric and tulle to touch the outside of her thighs. alex needed skin on skin contact to remind himself that his little girl, his bells, was still there. when his baby girl begun placing kisses on his jaw and neck, a hum moved through his chest. "and i love you baby girl… my only girl." fact of the matter was that while alex's hands might be stained with blood, with bella they would bring nothing but pleasure. fingers slid further up her thighs towards her ass, encouraging her to roll her hips to rub against his impressive erection that pushed against his suit pants. already on the verge of losing control and ripping her panties to shred, he wanted her to know how loved she was. how, despite having him as her only immediate family, she was treasured. "remember that, baby… every day. you'll always be my one and only bells… my love, my heart." the words were tense while he attempted to let go of the thought that she was getting married today, but instead ground himself in the moment as he raised his hips to put pressure against her core. there would be no doubt that his cum would be leaking down her thighs while she married another man and if alex had it his way? he would rid the world of bella's husband as soon as the coast was clear. nobody would ever touch his little girl but him.

IT WAS AS IF EVERY WORRY EVAPORATED IN THAT MOMENT, melted away by the comfort only her father's voice could bring. his touch, so sweet and doting towards her, the kind of learned softness that only a girl dad could know to bestow upon one so delicate. though their relationship had twisted beyond the norm, it had only deepened the well that bella drew all her love from. of course she had always adored him as all daddy's girls do, always appreciated him for being the anchor that kept her steadied against the swell of grief that threatened to drown her whole. but even after the sting of her mother's absence faded, her father's guiding hand did not. nor did any judgement come when his daughter climbed atop him one late night and begged to express her love. there weren't many things she could offer him that he didn't already have but she knew she could take care of one thing. his balls would never be full and his bed never empty from then on. "right," she nodded, the relief from alex's words blooming in her smile, now easily swallowing down the nerves that had lumped in her throat. daddy and bells against the world. how could she forget? how could she think things would be any different? as she watched him shift his seat back, heart drummed in her chest, cheeks burning bright as she became absorbed by the view. so handsome, masculine and strong featured, but a warmth there in his mirrored eyes that was reserved only for her. "oh, daddy." the blonde practically leaped from passenger side, planting her hands on male's shoulders as she hurried to straddle him, the bigger body so welcomed beneath the heat of her own. any care for her beautiful wedding dress was now thrown out of the window — he could tear the thing right off her and she'd be grateful. she'd walk proudly down the aisle in tatters knowing what it represented. "i love you," bella breathed, trailing glossed lips across his cheek and over jaw, burrowing nose against his neck to leave another litter of kisses there. "i love you so, so, so much, daddy. only you. forever you. i promise."

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the teasing atmosphere that usually surrounded them throughout their entire friendship had faded and in its place, pure heat and tension. this was so unlike them, nothing like they were used to, but somehow emmett couldn't find it in himself to let go and take a step back. was he still drunk? was that why he was having these inappropriate thoughts about his best friend? not just thoughts, but actions. when sucking in a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself and gather the strength to separate them, the sweet scent of sadie's perfume mixed with something so purely her, hit him right in the chest. the way her breath hitched alerted emmett that she felt whatever this was too, and he quickly swallowed down any words. was this a good idea? no. would it change the boundaries of their friendship for good? absolutely. but would that stop him? most fucking certainly not. so rather than step away and playing this off as a joke, the man's large hand glided over her waist towards mercedes' stomach, splaying there with his pinky right over the waistband of her bottoms. "you started it," his words sounded strained and heated, while he attempted to rein himself in. emmett's heart was beating rapidly in his chest, blood rushing to his cock at being so close to her, his erection tenting the towel at his waist. he lowered his hand ever so slightly so his pinky slid under the elastic up to the first knuckle, pausing there and providing her with an out. her chance to stop him, allowing them to laugh it off and pretend it never happened.

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The second his hands settled on her waist, Mercedes swore her heart skipped. She knew it was Emmett, so her first instinct should've been to roll her eyes and make some smart remark about how she didn't actually need him. Instead, she found herself leaning back just a fraction, like her body had already decided for her. She could still feel the residual heat from his shower clinging to his skin, the warmth seeping through the thin cotton of her tank top. When he made no effort to let go of her after putting her back down, her breath hitched in the back of her throat before she could catch it. This was... Wrong. Or at least, it should have been. They'd done sleepovers, drunk nights, bad hangovers together for years. He'd seen her ugly cry in sweatpants while comforting her anytime she got her heart broken. But this wasn't that. His scent wafted around her, and her stupid brain wasn't telling her to move. If anything, she wanted to sink further back into him. And that was the moment she realized she wasn't thinking about the mug anymore. "If you're trying to distract me from my coffee, it's working," she finally said to break the silence, though her voice came out softer than intended.

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being around fawn was rarely easy. even when they'd fucked around and dated, there had always been fights and misunderstandings pushing each other to the edge. it was better that they weren't together, but it was like aiden's fucking brick of a heart wouldn't get the memo. "it's not like leah and i fucking was a one-sided action," he spat venom, speaking of her former best friend. "and i don't see you pushing her to edge of her fucking sanity with your self-righteous bullshit!" the words came out as another shout, his breathing heavy and thereby pushing his chest against hers with every inhale. the fact that she hadn't reacted when she'd broken things off had proven to aiden that she'd never really cared. it wasn't until this very moment that he wondered whether he'd snuck his way past fawn's walls back then. her words hurt, calling him pathetic and implying that he was no more than a pet, causing the man to gather his hand in a fist and punching through the plaster of the wall at the side of her head. "i kept coming back to try to explain, but you avoided me like fucking houdini," he man rasped and pulled his hand back, now with a few bleeding cuts and white dust covering it. "if you hadn't acted like the fucking whore you are at your so-called job, maybe i wouldn't have cheated," aiden pushed the blame onto her, knowing full well that he had been the one in the wrong. but trying to mend fences hadn't been an option when she'd ignored him whenever he'd tried to get close to do so. with her hands in his hair, the man couldn't avoid letting out a groan, a sound of both pleasure and pain. "and what exactly is the truth about myself, hm?" he asked and leaned his head down next to her ear and thereby letting her pull harder on his hair. "that i'm a shit person? because doll... i already knew that. you should've too. besides... if you hadn't been whoring it up at your job," aiden murmured into her ear, while placing his hand over hers in his forcing her to let go of his hair, before putting a hand against her throat and squeezing just right. "you would've noticed that leah came on to me... constantly. so if you want to blame someone, blame that supposed best friend of yours."

she couldn't remember the last time they uttered a word to each other. it felt like it was a wound that wouldn't heal, especially since they hung out with the same people. it hadn't always been that way since before him her social circle consisted of the girls she worked with. most of the time they acted as if the other didn't exist. that was fine with her until her ex best friend started texting her at the party. she had been royally pissed at the both of them, but she knew that most of her rage was aimed at aiden. he had no idea how badly he had hurt her and she wasn't one who got hurt easily. she didn't think twice about storming into the kitchen where he was. all of the hurt and rage bubbled up inside of her till it exploded. her head shook from side to side at how he yelled back at her," pretty sure i do because you have no idea how bad you fucked me up!" even when she had ended it with him, she had been almost deadly calm. no one else existed in that moment even though the party was jam packed. she didn't budge when he slid from the counter. her eyes widened as he shoved her against a wall, his chest meeting hers. a hollow laugh escaped from her and she rolled her eyes at him," that's why you kept coming back to the club night after fucking night like a god damn pathetic puppy!" she wanted him to hurt as much as she did and she knew when he lied. one of her hands shot up to grasp at his hair due to how close he was, yanking on it," keep trying to convince yourself of that," she hissed," better than facing the truth about yourself, isn't it?"

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if there was one way to describe graham, it would be the fact that he was a rule-breaker. it was rare that the man did anything on right side of the law and he walked the thin line between right and wrong. he preferred it that way, as he'd long since learned that going by the book would get you nowhere. he had a fucked up past that had shaped him into the man he was, but he wouldn't let the weight of it drag him down. so, when a girl showed up at his door, reminding him of everything he shouldn't want, the man let his tongue glide against his lower lip, giving her space to explain–way more grace than he'd show most others. it didn't hurt that she was a pretty little thing. a predatory smile appeared on his lips at the request, the little please shooting straight to his cock, but graham merely shook his head. "look princess," he started and took a step out into the hall towards her. "as much as i love hearing you beg…" graham spoke while readjusting his hard-on to make his point clear, before continuing. "there are only two things i break up a good time for–the cops... or a hot girl begging to bounce on my dick." the man looked her from her head to her toes and back up again landing on her innocent features, he shrugged a shoulder. "so the way i see it is this–either you can call the cops and be sorely disappointed when they tell you they're too busy solving actual crimes to come break up a house party… or you can offer to come inside and–" he paused and winked in her direction while he continued to stalk her further out into the hall. "what will it be?" he asked as someone slammed the door closed behind him, leaving them alone in the hallway with the bass thrumming through the walls.

the past few days had consisted of unpacking her life and reminding herself every five minutes that this was a good idea. lennon wasn't naturally a big risk taker, often weighed down with the fear of disappointing others that she doesn't even consider her own wants and desires. she always follows the rules, always does what she's told but now she's starting a new life in a new city.. anything was possible. and yet her current biggest issue seemed to be ragers that started like clockwork.. every single night. the brunette had tried her best to drown out the noise... headphones, meditation.. a tall glass of wine. none of it worked, and by the third night she'd had enough. marching across the hall, tiny fists bang on the door until it opens. she hadn't really thought through how this might go, but she wasn't expecting him. "n-no.." the brunette stammered, quick to clear her throat and stand a little straighter. "no, i'm not lost." she tells him with a firm tone, one that's different from her usual friendly persona. but she wouldn't be so cranky if all the noise hadn't made it impossible to sleep the past few nights. "i live across the hall and was wondering if you could quiet down.. whatevers happening here. it's really loud." she had to raise her voice to make sure he could hear her over the music, recognizing the fact that she probably was coming off as a stuck up bitch. not exactly the first impression she was hoping to make with her new neighbor, and she only hoped if he was going to laugh at her he'd at least slam the door in her face first to save her the embarrassment. "please."

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rather than agreeing with his son's ignorance regarding hazel's chosen career path, robert found himself incredibly turned on and intrigued. as if the sight of her in that dress and those heels hadn't been enough to achieve that. or the way she called him sir and daddy–both titles that he couldn't get out of his head. the fact that she was confident enough in herself to not be shy, to show off and make money in a way that while alternative, definitely had him listening further. the melodic sound of her giggles and the way she told him about her job in a confident, calm and mature way, was the last straw. robert couldn't and wouldn't hold back any longer. no more thoughts of oliver, or val, or his loving and doting wife. all of his worries disappeared in an instant. "he doesn't realize what he's missing out on," robert said in a gravelly voice before clearing his throat, his entire expression changing. not her work, his son, or anything else would get in the way of him having her at that point. not when he could smell her perfume and feel her smaller frame against his own wider and taller one. "request you to do certain things?" he questioned while not letting go of her frame. "like what?" he asked out of curiosity while his dark and heated gaze was focused on her and her alone. feeling hazel's dainty hands against his chest robert placed his own on top, and closed fingers around hers. "you're most certainly not an intruder," he rebutted, but leaned his head down so his lips were near her ear. "but i'll definitely tell you what to do." the whispered words flowed from his lips before he pulled back without fully letting her go. "take the dress off," he commanded in a husky voice and with a soft smile on his lips. he was no longer attempting to hide his straining cock against the fabric of his sweats, but rather released her hand and used that hand to stroke himself through the barrier. all restraints had faded away. all guilt. everything he should be feeling pushed aside, only wanting to know what she wore beneath that enticing dress. "and get on your knees for daddy," he said with finality, taking a chance. if she did what he asked, there would be no turning back. a hint of doubt flashed in his mind, but not due to a wife or kids, but whether or not he'd misread her signals. had he just made himself look like a fool? but rather than letting the thought fester, robert let go of hazel's tiny frame and waited to see if she'd do as asked.

it was rare she told anyone new about her profession for the main reason that they judged. everyone wanted to dish out their opinions and when hazel gave her answers they just ignored her, like she was a dumb kid who didn't have a clue about adult life and was being taken advantage of. they never cared to actually listen and absorb her comments and see that she did enjoy it and the money that came from it. the people who talked shit rented two bedroom apartments while she'd bought her own three bedroom home a few months ago — that made her sleep better at night. witnessing the clear outline of robert's cock had momentarily distracted her, instantly drawing comparisons between him and his own son with a clear winner. even trapped within the confines of his sweats he was thick.

the reaction to her admission earns a chorus of giggles from the femme, an angelic smile spreading across her lips as she raises one shoulder in a loose shrug. "people make their own choices whether you raise them right or otherwise. no offence but he's a judgemental dick and a hypocrite too, cheating on me with an eighteen year old and all." taking a measured sip of her wine hazel feels that tingling buzz returning, not quite sure if it's down to the alcohol or the man looking at her. "i'm not ashamed of it or anything, he wanted me to be but i think he was just insecure and jealous. i don't fuck my regulars or casual viewers, they just watch me ... request me to do certain things."

hues study the older man, languidly swirling her wine as she wonders what he thinks of her job. it would take a very confident man to accept it and still want her, she knows that from experience. his sudden suggestion has her blinking, dumbly staring down at where their hands meet before she's being tugged against him. after a quick dispel of startled breath hazel stares up at him, he was the type of tall that hazel appreciates — not too tall that her neck hurts from looking upward but just tall enough compared to her that she feels delicate, feminine. being this close also makes it impossible to not feel him pressing against her, his hardness against her softness. "i think ... " a moment passes as her front teeth scrape at her lower lip, debating for the smallest of seconds on whether this was a good idea or not. "i think locking up can wait, don't you? unless you're worried about someone interrupting?" there's no denying the pull toward him, how one of her hands seemingly moves of its own accord to rub against his chest. "plus i'm the intruder here, you should be telling me what to do."

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starter for ... @devoture.

inspired by ... that's my girl by russ

muse ... wyatt davenport. 40 - 45. writer.

"mmmh," wyatt hummed as he stirred from sleep, not opening his eyes just yet, but letting sliver of sunlight that made it through the curtains warm him along with the heat currently surrounding his dick. "fuuuck," he groaned as she sucked harder, waking him up fully and causing his hand to automatically go to her hair, dick throbbing. as his eyes opened, he looked down at the girl who had her glossy eyes open, looking back at him. "that's my girl," he groaned and thrust his hips up a little, feeling the head of his cock against the back of her throat. "i love it when you use your mouth like an alarm clock." the words were followed by him pressing his head back into the pillows and closing his eyes for a moment, enjoying the feel of her lips enveloping him. he hadn't ever been a morning person, but if this was the wakeup he'd receive? then he'd get up at the crack of fucking dawn every. single. day. when he forced his eyes opened again, he looked down again, enjoying the sight that welcomed him. his cock was hard as steel so when using his grip on her hair to push her down as he raised his hips, it caused her to gag. "look at that..." wyatt said and let his index finger run through some of the saliva gathering around the base of his length, before rubbing it on her cheek. "such a pretty, messy baby."

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there wasn't a doubt in dante's mind that once he got his hands on vincent fucking murphy, he'd be delivering a bullet between his eyes, taking the shot himself. but even that might showing the cockroach of a man too much mercy, he realized. maybe he'd take inspiration from the good old days and chop of his hand for stealing, before letting him go back into the world. he'd become a walking threat to anyone who thought attempting to take from the de lucas was a good idea. dante's thoughts swirled and with each one the more angry he became. not just at vivian's brother, but at his men for letting him escape. the way the girl stepped back once he approached, caused a small smirk to appear of his lips. "you're right to be scared of me," he said in a dark tone of voice. "smart girl," he praised and tilted his head, continuing to take in every inch of her. how the woman was this beautiful while scared, and stood her ground? it scored some points with dante and he respected her a little more, despite being frustrated with her locked lips. "yes, so i can kill him," he answered her question honestly with a shrug, as though the death of her brother meant nothing more than a death of an ant under his shoe. "or maybe if you're a good girl, i'll let him live and merely make an example of him," dante offered what he deemed to be a generous deal. "hmm," he pretended to mull over her offer to figure out how to get him his money, before his lip tugged up at one side and he shook his head. "no dice." he continued to take deliberate strides towards her until she was backed into the corner of the room. "either you give up vincent, or you give up your freedom, both body and mind," dante stated and shrugged. "maybe i'll put you at work at one of my clubs," he pretended to be deep in thought, a threat, although there wasn't a chance he was letting anyone see his girl take her clothes off. "or if you're lucky," the man spoke and leaned towards her, lips against her ear, "if you're lucky you get to work of your brother's debt by becoming my own personal fucktoy."

vivian's painfully aware of what everyone thinks of her brother. that he's a lowlife drug addict that she's wasting her time on. that she'd be better off if she just gave up on him. if she did ; if she allowed herself to hate him the way that their parents seemed to, she wouldn't be in this situation. but, at the end of the day, he was still her brother and there wasn't a person on this earth besides her little sister that she would put before him. deep down, she knew that vincent had a good heart. or so, she was really hoping so. but even for him, this was too far. stealing money from someone capable of kidnapping to this degree? it was a sure way to get a bullet in his head.

her tongue pressed against the inside of her cheek at his words, eyes narrowing in his direction. it eased her mind that the man didn't know where vincent was either. sure, she'd feel a little better if she could figure it out but, at least this meant he was still alive. for now, anyways. once the man stepped further into the room, the woman unconsciously stepped further away from him. vivian was anything but dumb ; she was well aware of the trouble she was in right now. and as much as she'd rather not have a bullet in her head, she's loyal to her family. especially her older brother.

a breath of disbelief leaves the woman at his demand, face scrunching up in the slightest. she knew exactly what he was asking of her and she wouldn't do it. how could she lead her brother to his death? "what, so you can kill him? no. fuck no, actually. i won't lure my brother to his death. i'll - look, i can figure out how to get you your money. but, you can't have vincent."

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starter for ... @darlinghearts.

inspired by ... champagne & sunshine (ellusive remix) by plvtinum + tarro

muse ... orlando baker. 25 - 30. arón piper fc. bartender + ex-con.

she had that rich girl vibe about her; the one that made most people feel like she was looking down on them from her high horse, but not him. rather than seeing the facade she put on, the walls she built around her, he saw the girl beneath it all. that didn't mean she didn't occasionally let who she attempted to be bleed through, trying to push him away due to their differences, but it was an attitude he enjoyed fucking out of her. repeatedly. constantly reminding her who he was and that she had no right to shut him out. with her smelling like lemons and tasting like the white wine they'd been drinking, orlando pushed his tongue between her pink petals, lazily kissing her as though they had all the time in the world. "i need you bouncing on my cock, baby," the words came out on a sigh against her lips, with a slight hint of a spanish accent. his hands tugged on the bottom of her shirt, dragging it over her head and tossing the expensive garment on the floor behind him. the hotel room she'd booked for them was high-end and there was no doubt in orlando's mind that they were going to christen every surface of the room in the 48 hours she had rented it for. especially since they weren't supposed to be seeing each other, as per her family's request. "but first... take the rest of it off," he commanded with a smack of his palm against her ass, while leaning his head back against the headboard, "strip for me."

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open to ... female muses.

potential connections ... ex girlfriend. (step) sister. maid. brother's girlfriend. any and all connections, messed up or not. i just want something forbidden. please specify connection either in the thread or in the tags.

muse ... lucas cohen. 25 - 30. nepo baby.

"five more minutes," he mumbled against his pillow, twisting slightly, before cracking an eye open to look up at the woman, realizing who he was talking to. he'd never been a morning person and that wasn't about to change any time soon. "fuck... how do you look this good this early?" he asked with a rasp, morning voice deep and eyes slightly puffy from sleep. lucas' hand reached out to her and once the woman's hand was in his, he stroked his thumb across the back of it. "come back to bed," he demanded but it didn't hold much merit with how sleepy he sounded. before she could remove her hand from his grasp to leave and go about her day, he tugged. forcing her to fall down into the mattress, they both bounced for a moment. "i know we aren't even supposed to be doing this, but fuck... stay?" it was phrased like a question, but lucas made no move to let her go, his arms wrapped around her, "i'll make it worth your while."

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he took a small sip from his glass attempting to savor the taste. an attempt to avoid chugging it. having alcohol in his system was a double-edged sword though, because while the wine might make his body less tense and thereby bringing down the painful boner he currently sported, it would also lower his inhibitions. robert wanted her, that much was clear, but the fact that she'd stormed over here to drop off his son's belongings, didn't sit right with him. that and the fact that he was a married man, but somehow he took her situation into consideration as well. was she just being playful out of habit? was she vulnerable and wanting someone to pass the time with? would she regret it in the morning? wait… regret it? robert caught his own thoughts and brought himself back to reality. if she was to regret it, something would have to happen and that wouldn't happen. "it matches your dress," he agreed with a small smile. a smile that faltered the second his eyes raked over her body, taking in her hourglass shape and lingering on her tits that were pushed up by the fabric. it wasn't until her eyes glanced down that robert realized he hadn't stuck to the plan of keeping himself behind the counter. he took a deep breath, ignoring the fact that she'd just seen the outline of him. as hazel continued talking, robert convinced himself he'd made it up. that she hadn't seen anything. so while she kept talking, he took a few subtle steps back towards the island. he took a sip, but immediately spit the contents back into the glass at her telling him about her own career path. "fuck…" the man groaned and once again didn't realize what he'd done, until it was too late. swallowing his embarrassment, robert cleared his throat, "i raised my son better than that. i'm sorry about his behavior." robert played the single word and his reaction off as disappointment in oliver, and not the fact that now knew he could go online and look at her. that he could go online and wrap his hand around his dick, pretending it was her pussy squeezing the life out of him. swiping the back of his hand across his lips, his cock twitched in his pants and robert's mind was so muddled he'd been stunned into silence. downing the rest of the wine from his glass, he hurried and then reached his hand out to hazel. "i think it's time for you to get some sleep," he said in a rush and rounded the island, squeezing her hand. it was a cop-out. a way to be rid of her, so he could go to his marital bed and pump his dick and come on his stomach, at the thought of hazel out of that fucking dress. at the thought of her online showing off her body. imagining what it would be like if he was a participant. as soon as his hand slipped into hers though, her soft palm against his rough ones, rob was unable to let go. his eyes stuck to hers, attempting to keep himself contained. but his urge to touch her further won out. he pulled the girl's hand so hard she tumbled into his chest. "right? you should get sleep and i should lock up… tell me to go lock up."

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"i didn't realise you ran such a strict household", brunette remarked with a grin, pausing the action of reaching for her glass to raise both hands in surrender. "consider me schooled robert, no bad wine in this house ever." although hazel did wonder if there would be a next time, if it was something he wanted alongside her. she could blame the heat under her skin on the alcohol she'd consumed before driving over here or even the red hot fury she'd felt while packing up her ex's belongings but it felt like a thin lie — a bandaid pressed over a gaping wound. two fingers wound around the stem of the glass, eying the deep red liquid. "matches my dress", a coy smile graced her lips before the glass followed suit.

her lips stilled around the rim of the glass at his words, his praise. shit. it was a small mercy that hazel had a mouthful of wine to occupy her, stop her from saying something stupid in response. "mm, it's good — definitely not the type of wine i keep at home. you might faint if you see my twelve dollar bottles." laughing she gently rested the glass on the counter, watching him move around the space. with his back to her hazel inhaled slowly, pursing her lips as she let her gaze drop to the nude outline of her lips against the wine glass. "oh that's nice ... i hope she has a good time", femme doesn't actually care all that much about his wife, especially when her dark gaze snagged on the large bulge in his trousers. god, oliver was nothing compared to this man. "i'm ... uh, yeah i'm doing okay", the sight startled her, lashes fluttering wildly as she grabbed her glass, hand kept busy. he was big, maybe even too big for her? fuck it was making her sweat just thinking about it.

"honestly, i think it's a good thing i got rid of him — he was never happy, not with me or my job", shrugging hazel took another mouthful of wine before realising that robert might not know what she did for a living. "i'm a cam girl by the way, he always hated it and told me i was wasting my life and selling my soul and blah blah blah", a dismissive wave of her free hand, "but i enjoy it, not everyone wants to see a naked girl and i have rules. he just assumed the worst."

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starter for ... nosaintz

inspired by ... unhealthy by anne-marie + shania twain

muse ... river adams. 25 - 30. influencer.

they were both aware that their relationship was toxic and fucking unhealthy, if they were being perfectly honest with themselves. but that didn't stop them from getting in shouting matches on the daily, calling each other names and toying with each other's emotions. it didn't stop them from throwing furniture and household items without thinking twice. and definitely didn't stop them from having explosive make-up sex every time. perhaps that was the sweetener that made the entire shitshow worth it. rarely–if ever–did they work out the actual core of the issue, but moved on and swept the entire thing under the rug. while the good days were good, the bad days were horrible, and this day was one of the latter. "can you stop throwing plates at my head for a fucking second?!" river shouted across the room, the couple currently in a fight about his being spotted with a woman that wasn't her. he'd been laughing, looking happy on the beach, and his girlfriend had turned to anger as her first response. "fuck! just fucking calm down for a moment and let me explain," river growled. he hadn't ever cheated on her, but he'd been tempted to a few times during a couple of particularly grueling fights. another plate flew towards his head and he ducked, the crash of porcelain breaking against the wall ringing in his ears. rushing the girl and placing a hand under her chin before she could hurl another one, river pushed her towards the nearest wall. "if you would listen for a fucking second..." he spat, waiting for her to drop the remaining plate she held in her grasp. would she continue with her fit, throwing jabs and push him to the edge, or would she soften beneath his touch?

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[dialdrvnk]

with a finger hooked through the fabric of her underwear, marcus raised himself up enough to line himself up with her wetness before letting go of the lace. they didn't have a lot of time, so it was now or never, before his wife or her parents realized how long they'd both been missing for too long. "oh yeah? you like it when uncle marc gets rough with you?" he growled, finally revealing himself to his niece, but he didn't give her a chance to respond or think twice, before he was pushing himself balls deep into her heat on a single thrust. watching lola's expression change had his lips curled up in an evil smirk and he tightened his hand around her throat. "if you can't stay quiet while i use your tight little hole or if you speak a word of this to anyone... i'll make sure that little boyfriend of yours disappears." staying completely still inside her to conveyed the seriousness of the situation, as he watched her face turn redder by the second, his grip tight, "nod if you understand." he awaited her agreement, as he leaned over putting his full weight on her while tracing his tongue against her cheek. "say you understand, and i'll make you feel so good," his deep voice murmured as his cock twitched inside of her, using all his restraint to keep from pounding into her.

@nosaintz

a breathy whimper burst from her lips as he yanks her onto her back with a brutal ease, legs spread wide, and her earlier protests reduced to nothing more than a background noise. oh god, it is intoxicating how unapologetic his every move is ― he doesn't hesitate, doesn't second - guess. in a hindsight, that should've been a telltale sign that something isn't quite right. but in the moment, lust drowns out reason, especially when his hand curls around her throat like it belongs there. it is a heavenly sight to see him like this ― towering over her, masked, hard, and utterly unrestrained. the white cotton clinging to her core is already damp, soaked with need she can’t begin to deny. “ i like it when you're rough with me, ” lola exhales a trembling breath as the male exposes her pussy, teasing along the glistening seam with one slow, deliberate stroke. “ see how wet i am? it's all for you, baby… you did this to me. ” her hips shifts on their own, hungry for the sharp, satisfying scrape of friction. “ p- please, i need you. ”

[dialdrvnk]

the smile that formed on his lips was followed by a shake of his head. "no concussion here," he said and looked up at the girl, as her hands went to cup his face. victor closed his eyes and basked in the warmth of her skin against his own for just a moment. when his eyelids fluttered open, his smile grew playful. "bingo... you hit the nail right on the head. is it working?" he asked as his hands continued to move up under her skirt, grabbing a hold of her naked ass and letting his fingers sink into the muscle. "yeah, i know, but distracting you is so. much. fun." victor punctuated every word with a kiss on her stomach and a small smack against her backside, before her hands landed on his shoulders. "i can think of a few places you can kiss," the waggle of his brows following his words was playful while he lifted himself to his full height. the hands on her ass lifted her up, using the honed muscles of his arms to force her legs around his waist. victor's lips fell to her exposed neck, biting down on the skin. "i fucking love your perfume," he murmured against her skin as he dragged in a deep breath through his nose, the scent going directly to his cock. unable to hold back until they made it to the bedroom, he pushed aster up against the nearest wall, grinding his already hard cock against her panties through his sweatpants. "need to be inside you," the words sounded rushed, his teeth continuously biting down on her skin.

@fcxglove

continued for @dialdrvnk from source.

she knew the moment his forehead came to her stomach that she wasn't going to be getting anything out of him tonight. her gaze dropped down to him, hand coming around to the back of his head with a gentle brush of his thumb. she let him change the subject for now, lips pulling into a smile at the compliment, still somehow able to make her feel a little bashful. " i think you have a concussion, " aster responded, hands travelling to hold his face once more. " and you're trying to change the subject, hoping i'd stop asking about whatever caused you to get into this fight. " aster knew if he wasn't telling her, he had a good reason. to protect her, she assumed, but she did wish he'd let her share that burdon with him. double checking that everything had been cleaned up and she hadn't missed any cuts was easier said than done with his fingers distracting her. " we'd be done a lot sooner if you stopped distracting me. " hands came down to his shoulders, own lips pulling into a playful smirk, voice low and teasing. " what could possibily be more fun than this? " she asked, leaning down to place a soft kiss to his forehead. " anywhere else you need me to look at or kiss better? "

[dialdrvnk]

starter for ... @ciitrustears.

inspired by ... i couldn't want you anyway by jack garratt

muse ... aiden morrow. 23 - 28. drug dealer.

they hadn't actually spoken to each other for a while, but because they hung out in the same circles, it had been impossible not to run into her occasionally. they had done a good job of ignoring each other so far, but on this night it seemed like the room was filled with unspoken tension. aiden had found himself sitting on a counter in the kitchen, inhaling from an expertly rolled joint, when she'd come at him like an artillery squad, wielding words as weapons. the man was aware that cheating on her with her best friend had been fucked up, but they had both moved on. hadn't they? aiden assumed so, since he'd seen her wrapped around some guy at another party the previous week. despite the jealousy that had unfurled in his chest at the sight, he'd managed to leave her be. but there she was, standing in front of him like a woman on a mission. "you don't need to remind me i'm your worst fucking mistake!" he shouted in return, muscles in his neck straining at how loudly his words sounded. he'd finally had enough. people around them backed away, too drunk or high to actually care about their mutual outbursts. aiden pushed himself off the counter, moving so he pushed her against the wall with his chest against hers. "it's not like i wanted you anyway," he jabbed, "you were nothing more than a convenient way to pass the time." his words were laced with venom as he lied through his teeth, attempting to push her away enough that she'd leave him be. "so get over yourself!"

[dialdrvnk]

i just ordered a new laptop since the one i currently have drops my wifi connection every 10-15 minutes and i've done everything to try and fix it. as you can imagine, it's super frustrating to lose replies and shit because of technology being a dick. so i just wanted to drop in and say that i don't know how much i'll be around until the new computer arrives on monday.

[dialdrvnk]

starter for ... @aftrsglow.

inspired by ... undrunk by fletcher

muse ... river adams. 25 - 30. influencer.

waking up in his ex's bed at five am while still slightly intoxicated from the night before, river held back a groan, not wanting to wake her up. there was low and then there was rock-fucking-bottom, and this entire situation was the latter. he'd seen her at the club and immediately had been brought back to a few months prior. they hadn't ever been together, but while their situationship had been short-lived, it had also been intense and a whole lot of fun. if he was being honest with himself, river had thought of her often since they'd gone their separate ways. however, after getting into a 'relationship' for the views it gained him, river was stuck between a rock and a hard place. it wasn't like he was really in a relationship, right? he tried to justify the entire situation to himself by repeating those words within himself. "fuck," the man muttered to himself and ran a hand through his hair, while his eyes were locked on her sleeping frame. if he could turn back time to the previous night, would he have gone home instead to her place? would he not have fucked her until they passed out in each other's arms? caught in his own thoughts, he didn't realize she had stirred until she was looking right at him. "go back to sleep," he commanded on a whisper, as though speaking in his normal voice would break this bubble they found themselves in. staying till morning wouldn't hurt... right?