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oaklyn nodded in confirmation at his reply and she moved with ease around in the kitchen, taking down wineglasses and opening a bottle of red. she poured a healthy amount into each glass, an amount oaklyn was certain she'd need to calm her nerves around him or he'd notice something was weird soon. dante had known her long enough to know when she was acting weird. "here you go," she offered a glass with a small smile, taking a sip from her own glass. "tell me about work, how is it going?"

Nerves hung around Oaklyn’s laugh, Dante could tell that much. He looked down as she wrapped her hand around his wrist, briefly wondering what she had in mind. When she affirmed it was for a drink, Dante smiled and nodded. “A drink is always a mighty fine idea,” he told her, chuckling as she began pulling him to the kitchen. When they were there, Dante said, “Wine’s good for me, too,” in response to her question. He watched Oaklyn as she moved, a curious glint in his eyes. He wanted to know what she was thinking, and more importantly, what she actually thought about his OF sideline. 

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sunny didn't need to be a genius to figure out she had kissed him mere moments before teo had been about to go into a detailed explanation for why he had an erection. it didn't seem like he had an issue with her version of interruption and sunny went willingly as he pulled her into him, letting herself be pulled into his lap and the brunette wrapped her arms around his neck. she hadn't allowed herself much time to think about what had happened, they had agreed it was a one time thing and thinking about it wouldn't do her any good. but damn it if she hadn't missed kissing teo, missed feeling him pressed against her like this. sunny rolled her hips, core pressing against him and she sighed softly against his lips drawing back, "teo, i..." she trailed off, breathing staggering, "maybe just twice is just as fine as once?"

“Oh shit!”, he exclaimed, arm shooting out in an attempt to catch the bucket. But it was too late. Most the delicious snack were now scattered over the couch. Whatever though, he would still eat it. Teo was indeed busy putting it all back into the bucket when Sunny’s voice drew his attention. There was a little hesitation in it, prompting him to look up… and follow her gaze. “Oh, it’s-” he was ready to dismiss it, tell her it was nothing. They’d agreed the first time they crossed that line would also be the last. Yet, he couldn’t stop thinking about her lips and how good it was to have her body wrapped up around him. He wanted to feel it again but wouldn’t that make things worse? Fortunately for him, her lips on his interrupted his train of thought and obliterated any ideas of discussing this or whatever he could come up with out of nervousness. Teo deepened the kiss and wrapped his arms around Sunny, pulling her into his lap. It was just the two of them now and their obvious desire. No lies, no hiding. He couldn’t deny the truth and figured after this, there would be no more ignoring the elephant in the room.

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she laughed, the sound tense under the pleasure building up quickly in her core, "not happening," she whispered back, lips pressing quickly to his cheek, "he doesn't deserve the view," she continued, eyes sparking with mischief but the smirk on her lips quickly fell away as he twisted his fingers inside her, her mouth falling open in a soft o. she knew she was getting close and kayla buried her face in his neck, eyes closing hard as she pressed her lips together tightly trying to keep any sound inside of her. she came around his fingers, walls tightening around the digits working inside of her.

he couldn't help the smile as she called out, gaining the attention of someone ahead of them, as they turned around. ❝ hallelujah. ❞ he added, as the stranger turned back around, causing tanner to chuckle. ❝ should've just lifted up that jacket, given him a little glimpse of that perfect pussy. 'm sure it's been awhile since he's seen something that good. ❞ pressing a kiss to the side of her head, he shifted beneath her, happy that she was on his lap to hide his own erection, pressed against his jeans. ❝ now, cum for me baby, let go, i know you can be quiet. ❞ 

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he loved her. chase loved her, and she would cling to that knowledge through the night and the rest of the nights to come during the trip. the walk back to their room was too short and oaklyn felt near resentment as chase opened the door. for a moment oaklyn paused in the door, her hand still in chase's and her gaze fastened on her sleeping actual boyfriend in the bed. trent snored lightly where he slept an arm slung over the edge of the bed. "wouldn't say heavy, not a light sleeper either though just... asleep," oaklyn shrugged, toeing off her boots by the door before padding across the room on light feet. tugging off her jeans she climbed into bed, back facing trent and reaching for chase, "come here," she said, voice soft as she held her hand out.

❝ i love you too. ❞ chase spoke, returning the kiss as he let her go, taking her hand and holding the blankets with the other. ❝ and for the record, i always want to watch your ass. ❞ he chuckled, as they dropped off the blankets. once they got back to the room he unlocked the door, happy to see trent sleeping in the bed, those chase only rolled his eyes, letting her inside before he closed the door behind them. ❝ is he a heavy sleeper? ❞ he asked, not really wanting to know the answer, but he knew she would know - just the thought of them being together wasn't something he loved to know about. kicking off his shoes he made his way to the opposing side of the bed, knowing that she'd need to get in first, or else climb over top of him. which wasn't something chase would mind, but it was more ideal if he let her in first. 

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odessa hadn't spent a lot of time actually thinking about what she wanted in this situation. gavin was the unattainable object of her affection that she'd deigned herself to being able to look at and appreciate from afar. she hadn't really allowed herself time to think about it as something which could actually happen. but she was having fun, and maybe fun was just enough. "i could be convinced," odessa replied, her smile turning into a small laugh as she enjoyed his gaze trailing over her frame. brushing her fingers through the hair close to his neck she nodded, "okay, i don't know what this is but, i'd like to find out?"

when she agreed about making up the time he had to smile, arms tightening around her as he hadn't wanted to lose the girl at all, not even just to a bit of space between them. ❝ you gonna be naked for the whole weekend? because that is a sight i could get used to. ❞ unashamedly, he let his gaze linger over her body, knowing that he'd just gotten quite familiar with it, but still he couldn't take his eyes off of her. ❝ i don't want you to think that i'm only thinking about sex, but with a body like that? how could i think of anything else? ❞ gavin questioned, fingers running over the exposed skin. 

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clara slipped away from her boyfriend for just a moment to grab another drink. she had left him conversing with a colleague and she watched with a small smile as the bartender prepared her drink. she was wholly unprepared for nora's sultry tones in her ear and clara quickly faced the brunette, "nora," she warned softly, "be nice," clara scolded, "he's kind and smart."

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"they're...nice." nora spoke practically into the other's ear, a little smirk tugging on her lips. she had attended the event to further her business dealings, but once she spotted the duo, she couldn't help but tease just a little. was that mean of her? maybe, but she didn't care. "remind me why you're still together? all I see is so...bland."

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𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑳𝒀𝑵 𝑪𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬 . Outer Banks ( 2020 – ) .

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pledging the same sorority as her stepsister is part of was never the intention, pledging was always the intention she is meant to be where she is. sabine is the wrench in the wheel not meant to be happening and yet the other blonde is starting at her with venom as if kayla is the one in the wrong place. she is so close to snapping back at her when shelby appears and kayla immedaitely switches her attention to the brunette. watching the excitement fall from shelby's features, that light in her eyes dimming as she takes notice of the hostile air in the room causes guilt to slam into kayla like a freight train. but it's her shelby turns to and she can't help but preen under the brunette's gaze, feeling herself shake her head, "sabine never plays nice," kayla replied, casting a dark look the blonde's way, "she never does."

open to: females. plot: shelby has become particularly close to your muse and sabine ( her best friend / girlfriend / s.tepsister ) is feeling a lil jealous. maybe shelby can force help them to get along ... or make their rivalry worse. inspo here and here ! connection: shelby's new friend or girlfriend, sabine's sister or s.tepsister, shelby's sister or s.tepsister, someone on the same team ( sports / cheerleading / dance ) as them, a sorority sister or pledge, and anything else welcome. please don't like this starter and make sure you read my rules.

there's silence in the bedroom, a palpable tension in the air as they wait for their mutual friend to return. light browns flicker over to the other, etching from her head to toe, absorbing every detail and seeking any potential fault. finding none yet, sigh slips from sabine's matte lips, fluffing her honeyed locks to calm frustration. “ so are you really going to be here all night ? because i think she only invited you to be nice. ” but before porcelain features can fully ice over and target the other, the telltale noise of shelby's return has her shifting towards the door, faux smile lighting up demeanour.

slinking through the door and posing against the frame in playful seductive fashion, her hand gestures down the new dress she's trying on, sing song ringing out, “ ta - da ! ” immediately after her reveal, brunette deflates, dark gaze darting between the strained pair acting as her audience. should've known better than to invite them both over at the same time but she figured if anybody could make them get along, it'd be shelby herself. “ oh, ” coos, tilting her head as doe eyes settle on the other guest, “ is sabby not playing nice again ? ”

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a soft whimper passed her lips as gavin pulled out of her and shifted away to sit on the edge of the sun bed. she smiled at him as he lifted her into his lap, arms wrapping around his neck as she settled onto his lap. "lots of lost time, a weekend to make the most of," odessa's smile was more of a mischievous grin as she looked at him. she could spend the weekend naked in his arms and she'd be as happy as could be. the happiness swelling in her chest made her feel silly, as if she'd finally got what she had longed for for so long and never actually believed could be hers.

coming down from the high he felt her fingers move into his hair, a smile on his lips as she spoke. ❝ hi. ❞ gavin returned the sentiment, lips easily moving against hers to return the kiss. it wasn't until they parted that he was more aware of their placement, and just how uncomfortable this chair could be against her back. reluctantly, he pulled out of her, a sigh falling from his lips as he could have her against him all day long. shifting his weight gavin sat up on the end of the chair, arms moving to pull the girl into his lap. ❝ starting to think we've got a lot of lost time to make up for, hm? ❞ he questioned, maybe getting ahead of himself, though gavin thought she would be on the same wavelength as him.

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"i think you just want to watch my ass," oaklyn teased him lightly, her smile full of amusement as chase started making his way down the ladder, descending from the roof. she tossed down the pile of blankets but for a moment oaklyn didn't follow him, taking in the view and the biting cold air in her cheeks. they should've gone someplace warm, where sleeping outside would've been fine and not left them with frostbite. descending down the ladder her feet touched the ground and chase immediately drew her into him, she went willingly her soft body leaning into his, arms wrapping around his waist. "i love you," she whispered once more, lifting her chin to kiss his throat. reluctantly oaklyn detangled herself from chase, grabbing his hand as she walked with him to the car and they dropped off the blankets before heading back towards the motel entrance to make their way back to the room.

❝ i don't want to either, baby. ❞ but also didn't want her getting sick, himself he hadn't cared too much about - but every fiber of his being cared about her. helping him off of her there was an immediate loss, and chase was already craving her again, knowing they'd have to be careful this week, but that they would be able to make it happen. he'd helped her in gathering her clothes before he put his own back on as well, standing up and folding the blankets. ❝ i'll go down first and you can toss me down the blankets, then i can help you down. ❞ chase spoke, gathering everything up as he made his way down the ladder, catching the blankets then before his arms came up as she descended down the ladder, helping her down to the ground. immediately his arms were back around her, using the cover of the night, and being in the back of the building to still have their time together.

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kayla didn't know if she would be able to cum without someone taking note of what was going on. all she did know was the pleasure building like fire in her stomach with every stroke and twist and the walls of her pussy fluttered around his fingers. she had been so good to hide the soft sighs and whimpers in the crook of his neck that for a moment her confidence soared and kayla looked back towards the altar. tanner pressed his thumb against her clit and she shuddered, "oh god," kayla whimpered just a little too loud, the flush in her cheeks growing as one of the people in the pew in front of them turned to chastise her for using the lord's name in vain. kayla's hands clutched her jacket hard as she forced a smile to her features and she hoped it at the very least appeared apologetic, "i'm sorry, excited for the sermon," she lied breathlessly.

tanner knew that if anyone found them like this they would be in trouble, not only with her family, or anyone around, but probably god, even if that wasn't something tanner was worried about, this was a holy place - and something he should have been thinking of. ❝ mm, good answer, because i don't wanna stop. ❞ he spoke, lips grazing over her ear as he gave it a soft nip. the fingers inside of her continued to curve, rocking back and forth, wrist rotating with every thrust. he'd let his thumb come up, pressing down hard against her clit with every outward motion of his hand. tipping his head to the side he gave her room for if she'd needed to hide her head in his neck, unsure how quiet she'd be able to stay, and if she needed to cover up any noises.

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odessa was picking toys off the floor when gibson walked through the door, placing cars and blocks into neat piles in the cream boxes sherry had bought to hide the bright colors. the brunette had learned early on that pointing out how it would be easier to pick out a single toy from a clear bin wouldn't put her in sherry's good graces. so it meant she was left cleaning up pretty much every toy ever purchased each night as she finished up her gig. sherry had already come home and gone to bed, leaving odessa alone to greet gibson as he walked in and fell onto the couch. she flashed him a warm smile, "i'm just going to finish tidying up," she replied, head cocking to the side as she observed him, "you okay? how was your shift?"

open to: all, w pref.

plot: gibson in a loveless marriage with a woman who hates him, and a really hot babysitter who secretly imagines what it feels like to have his hands on her.

it had been a long day, and he knew his wife wouldn’t make it much better. it’s not that she wasn’t a good person… they just didn’t fit anymore. it didn’t help that their new babysitter was insanely attractive, to the point where the last time he had driven her home he fingered them in the passenger seat of his truck. the straps of his stationwear hung loosely, untucking the shirt that read ‘fire station #7’ on it and walking to the living room where the babysitter was cleaning up. “sherry is upstairs?” he questioned, the ring of keys swinging around his pointer finger. “y'ready to go home?” but he was slumping onto the couch, just to relax for a few seconds before he had to drive them back home.

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clara hated arguments, she had her entire life; her therapist blamed it on witnessing her parents arguing throughout their divorce when she was seven. she was twenty-nine and an argument did still make the air feel too thick to breathe, as if her throat constricted and oxygen refused to stream into her lungs. she hadn't picked a fight with elijah, making a gentle suggestion to slow down as she noticed his speech slur, noticed his motions become slow and clumsy. he hadn't taken it well and now leo was driving her home, her throat felt thick and clara stared stubbornly at the dashboard. she couldn't help but make the comparison to how her boyfriend was black out drunk and wouldn't recall how he'd almost made her cry, whereas her best friend's boyfriend was good enough to drive.

twisting her head she looked at him, nodding, "yeah, i know," she smiled, but clara could feel her eyes remain dull looking back forward, "i'm just frustrated, he keeps doing this shit and it's too much, and then can't handle someone asking him to slow down and then i can't handle to confrontation it undeniably turns into," the redhead scoffed, her rant only coming to a stop as she felt the car slow into a stop. once more she gazed over to leo, watching him pull out and light up the joint and she watched mesmerized as he dragged air into his lungs before exhaling the smoke. "give me that," clara impatiently plucked it from his fingers and put it between her lips before she drew in a breath, sweet smoke encasing her senses as she exhaled, "you're playing babysitter?" she laughed, "i'm the one with a fucking moron for a boyfriend who needs to be supervised every minute."

open to: ladieees connection: leo is dating y/m’s best friend, but they’ve always shared a subtle spark. one night, after a party where y/m’s partner gets too drunk to drive, leo offers to take y/m home. instead of going straight home, they end up parked in a quiet spot, sharing a joint to decompress. the laughter turns into flirtation, and the flirtation into rough passionate sex something more maybe muse: leo morgan ; 30 ; street racer ; bio

leo adjusted his rearview mirror, the faint scent of gasoline and leather clinging to him like a second skin. the party still hummed in the distance, a low thrum of bass and laughter fading as his car purred away. in the passenger seat, she fiddled with the hem of her dress, eyes darting toward the dashboard instead of him. leo’s hands tightened on the wheel as he navigated the quiet, moonlit streets. it wasn’t the first time he’d been alone with her, but tonight felt charged in a way he couldn’t quite put his finger on—or maybe didn’t want to. she wasn’t his; she was his girlfriend’s best friend, after all. off-limits, a line even someone as reckless as leo knew not to cross. but lines had always been suggestions to him, hadn’t they? “your boyfriend’ll be fine,” he said, breaking the silence, his voice smooth but laced with a teasing edge. “just needs to sleep it off. meanwhile, you’re stuck with me.” leo glanced over, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. damn, that spark between them—always there, simmering under the surface—felt closer to the edge tonight. he knew he should ignore it, keep the conversation light, and get her home. instead, he slowed the car, pulling off the main road and into a secluded clearing. “pit stop,” he announced casually, reaching into the glove compartment. he pulled out a crumpled joint and a lighter, showing it to her with a grin. “need to decompress after playing babysitter.” he leaned back, letting the car seat cradle him as he lit the joint, the glow illuminating his sharp features. the first inhale hit him hard, smoke curling out of his mouth like the ghosts of bad decisions.

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isabella had been so gentle as she showed her the pommel horse contraption earlier in the day and maddy had been so excited to show her how good she could be. her back pressed against the pommel horse as her frame rocked with the motions of the toy being thrust inside her over and over, and over again. maddy had lost count of how many times the machine had brought her over the edge to orgasm but she could feel her release mixing with the machine's load leaking out around the thick toy. isabella had left her alone for so long she barely heard her enter the room again. maddy's eyes slowly blinked open and she smiled at isabella, "so full," she whined, her voice feeling sore and she realized it was from the screams her orgasms had ultimately drawn from her as she machine neve slowed its pace.

open to: f/m/nb plot: my muse left yours on a f*@king machine while she went out shopping. **muse can be changed to male fc if you'd prefer, just let me know!

"darling, i'm home! did you miss me?" isabella opened the front door and kicked off her heels, following the sounds of moans and vibrations to the bedroom. as she pushed open the door, she was greeted with the most beautiful sight: her sub bound to the pummel horse, their body rocked roughly back and forth as the thick toy thrust behind them over and over and over again. she had been generous with lube, not wanting to hurt them while she was out, but she had been out much longer than she'd planned to be, having found just a wonderful sale at the mall. the machine was set to 'release' its 'load' every twenty minutes, producing a combination of pleasuring jelly. she could see now, with her delay in coming back, that the poor sub had taken far more loads than she'd planned and their stomach was bloated with it.

"oh my poor baby," she cooed, coming to rub their stomach comfortingly and kiss the top of their head, though she did not yet untie them from the machine. "have you had a rough day, darling?"

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her nails pressed sharply into his back as her continued fucking her through her orgasm. her core spasmed around him as gavin reached his high, cum spilling into her core and odessa gasped. slowly the nails pressed into his skin became soft touches of her fingers, soothing the red lines she couldn't actually see and odessa met his smile with one of her own. her smile felt tired, lips curled up in a sated manner as she slipped her fingers into his hair, "hi," she said softly, odessa lifted her head up to slot her lips over his, dragging him into a lazy kiss. she felt boneless, legs still trembling but she did have plans to make the very best of the gift her parents absence had turned out to be.

thankfully, gavin wouldn't have to worry about her parents coming back and asking him anything about the weekend. they really didn't speak much unless it was in passing, and that was fine, considering the downright terrible thought he had, and was now acting upon with their daughter. when she answered the question gavin was happy, and it hadn't taken much longer to push himself over his edge, filling the girl - as she asked. she'd felt impossibly tighter around his cock he was riding out his orgasm, as well as hers, not stopping until he was coming down from that high. ❝ fuck.. ❞ gavin finally spoke, looking down at the girl underneath of him, a lazy smile on his features as he hadn't wanted to pull out of her yet.