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the threat of prison wasn't something that fletcher was all that concerned with anymore. ideally, after he'd taken care of aspen, he'd take a short while to appreciate the silence that his carnage had created and then go down by the lake and finish himself off. he wasn't interested in notoriety or fame as a result of his actions, the only person he'd given any real consideration to how they'd react to all that blood and gore was aspen and while she was putting up a little more of a fight than he'd wanted, ultimately he was satisfied with the fear he was able to instil. "oh, okay. so you'd use all that money you have to keep me out of jail? you'd help me, after all this? seriously, aspen. do you think i'm an idiot?" her desperation was cute but her honesty was much better, any flattery she'd try to use would obviously be fake and even if she was cruel, at least she'd finally be talking to him like he was a person, the both of them finally showing their true colours. the temptation to just slit her throat right then and there as she continued to show how blissfully ignorant she'd been of her treatment of him grew and grew, the knife in his hand trembling with the effort it was taking not to lash out and end his fun too early but fletcher had spent too much time meticulously planning everything out to up and waste her terror. he hadn't been able to pinpoint exactly how he thought she'd react upon discovering his crimes, sometimes it was in a flood of tears, others she'd lash out with anger. it appeared like the truth was somewhere in the middle, she bounced between the two in the attempt to try and discover which would benefit her the most. unfortunately, the truth was that no matter her reaction, fletcher had made his mind up long before about how the night was going to end and foresaw no way for her to worm her way out to safety. each steady breath he took, nostrils flaring with the effort to maintain control, he stood there and tried to keep the same stoic expression. "are you done?" finally, once she'd stopped squawking at him, fletcher spoke slowly, each syllable as carefully pronounced as possible, almost too perfectly so that it revealed it was all a mask. "y'know... i knew you were dumb but i thought you had to be smarter than all this. you really don't notice anything unless someone shoves it into your fucking face. what if that's true, mm? what if that is what i want? you think you can stop me from taking it?"

"well ... " evidently the threat of flashing blue lights and piercing sirens was not going to prevent fletcher from seeking one last kill — but maybe they didn't have to, not if aspen could do it herself. "you're going down whether you pin cushion me or not. but if i'm alive we could work something out? like, i have resources fletcher. i have money. don't you want to escape from all of this instead of being turned into the new prison pet? 'cause i bet they'd love you in there." and even though it sickened aspen to the deepest part of her stomach she would barter if it meant there was a sliver of a chance to make it out alive. "i mean obviously you're not nice now", the bedraggled blonde pointed out, "but you seemed nice ... kind of a pushover if i'm being honest", and what better time to lay it out there than right now with her friends' blood drying on her skin? "you probably needed therapy for all this rage you have against me, like, what did i ever do to you? why did you leave me for last?" after all there were much bigger cunts at camp than aspen, girls more vocal and physical in their dislike of people. aspen preferred the subtle approach, a cutting remark here and exclusion there, it always produced results without too much trouble for her. whatever she was about to say next was snatched from her throat as fletcher's hand tightened around her tangled hair, scalp stinging as a whimper escaped on instinct. fuck that burned. fingers scrabbled for his arm, perfectly manicured nails smeared with blood searching for purchase, for bare skin. "stop! jesus, fuck just ... " as if his words came to life aspen felt his ghostly hand against her abdomen, a pressure that wasn't real but could be. "why! why do you hate me this much? or do you hate me, fletcher? is this some ... some cry for my attention? for me to notice you?" he had certainly achieved that, making aspen's throat work furiously as sticky liquid coated her skin. how hard she wounded him so badly? or had she? "you're focusing on my guts like you want to rearrange them, fletcher — is that what this is about? did you want me and i didn't notice it?" because aspen could admit now as fear made her chest tighten that she hadn't paid attention to quiet loner guys like fletcher, not until now.

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maggie considered herself to be a smart, capable young woman, someone who didn't allow herself to get tricked by pretty, shiny things. living the life she did, she had to be careful about people who made too many promises as for every loyal, trustworthy person there was, there were at least ten liars lingering in the background. she wanted to trust spencer, to believe that there was no secret malicious intentions lurking behind his sugary sweet exterior. it was so often men with faces as handsome as his that realised they could use their charm and beauty for manipulation, against her better judgement, maggie had decided to believe that for once, a man wouldn't let her down. instead of reaching out to touch him, maggie ran her palms across her sheets and bundled up two handfuls in order to keep her hands to herself. the orgasm she'd been close to having had slipped away after spencer's sudden intrusion and she was back where she started, albeit a little more sensitive and dripping wet from their little back and forth. her hips twitched involuntarily the moment his wet tongue met her throbbing clit and she inhaled sharply, her bottom lip then finding its way between her teeth as she attempted, for the time being, to keep any little moans to herself. if he wanted to know he was pleasing her, he'd need to work a lot harder.

spencer wasn't naive to the fact that he was effectively walking into the belly of the beast. not that he expected magnolia of having any ill intent. she'd always been a great roommate, quiet and tidy and now happy to indulge in one of his more frequent fantasies.... but she was dangerous nonetheless, and he wasn't too proud to admit as much. her gaze alone felt as though she were sizing him up to swallow him whole but, honestly, he took no issue with it. he allowed her to draw him closer with her foot, hypnotized by dark, almond shaped eyes that refused to leave his even as he knelt in front of her. "i really do," he admit. he was proud in a lot of ways, but he'd never seen the sense in lying about what it was he desired and, more than anything, he desired her. shockingly, she seemed to desire him as well. or, at the very least, she desired his attention for the time being and he'd be damned if he were going to spoil what might be his only chance to taste her. his hands rest gently against soft, honeyed thighs for balance as he leaned in closer, deep blue gaze still locked on hers as his tongue took over circling the swollen clit she'd had her vibrator pressed against.

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ever obedient, cooper had no issue in doing what he was told and swiftly stripping from his shirt, exposing his scrawny, pale frame for sebastian to do whatever he wished with it. their frantic kisses thankfully shut him up and kept him from embarrassing himself any further with the desperate pleas he felt heavy on his tongue. he didn't need to ask for anything, sebastian knew him better than anyone by then and always knew intimately everything that he was craving in that moment. still, when had that ever stopped him from babbling desperately before? "yours too." he managed to mumble in between kisses, grabbing at the hem of seb's shirt and yanking it upright for a moment before the temptation to touch bubbled over and he slipped one of his hands up his shirt, running over the smooth expanse of his stomach and further up.

a moan left his lips at the feel of cooper's hands in his hair, sure he could feel the rapid beat of his heart with their chests pressed together. there was nothing that could stop him from letting beau consume him entirely. all he could think about since making things official back at the bar was getting him home, getting his hands on him as soon as possible. obviously, he didn't care if anybody saw it, but he just wanted to be alone with his boyfriend. it was hard for him to believe he held out from asking him this long, feeling as if something shifted between them now as they kissed. the air was heavier, feelings pouring into the kiss that they shared. he only pulled back so he could shimmy out of his jacket, flinging it across the room before he pecked at cooper's lips again, unable to stop his mouth from moving once more. "come on, take this off." he mumbled between kisses, hands grasping the fabric wrapped around cooper's torso.

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ive had some shitty family stuff happen today so if im not around much its because im so exhausted i can barely type

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with the amount of time he spent getting high in his room, scottie sometimes forgot the less than favourable opinions some people held on the drug or those who chose to base their identity around it. not everyone had such an easy time being around people, for the sake of his anxiety it was rare that scottie went anywhere without smoking at least a little first and while other people at the party may not have been getting high for that reason, at least he could pretend like he was taking part in something social and maybe even cool. vikram seemed to be the sort of person that would've been fine coasting through a party on easy going charm alone, though scottie wasn't exactly known for his ability to be good at reading people. a warm feeling and he settled down lower in his seat, shoulders drawn up so he could turn his head and rest his cheek upon it as he listened to vikram speak. "oh, god- no. no, those girls are terrifying." he shook his head with an incredulous laugh, specifically because the thought of any one of those girls paying attention to him, even with the help of a wingman sounded like pure and unadulterated insanity. "i don't even- which one's katie? sorry, they... they've all kind of blurred into one."

a well loved hobby. vikram had to smile at that; it wasn’t hard to find fellow smokers these days, much different than high school when people acted like getting caught smoking weed was akin to freebasing crack, but his girlfriend made him cut down considerably. he was just lucky that the funeral home he worked at didn’t drug test often. tolerance breaks were good for him, anyway, but it was more that he hated to have anyone tell him what to do. sitting out on a couch in the yard, joint in hand, kindred spirit by his side—that was paradise, in his opinion. for a moment, vikram wondered if he had offended scottie, but he seemed to take the compliment okay. and again, it was a compliment. he nodded, considering. “these kinds of things are only fun if you’re really high, so we’re halfway there.” getting high made everything better, though, so it wasn’t entirely conditional on the environment. he’d have just as good of a time at the bar or in his apartment. “it can’t be not that bad if you’re hiding out here all night, though. there isn’t some girl in there that you’re into? i can try and hook it up, but katie’s friends don’t really like me.” nor did he like them, but that was immaterial.

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the second that he had the verbal consent he needed, jude's busy hands were straight to work, quick to try and strip beau free from his pants so he could wiggle his hand down and touch him like he'd been thinking about doing for embarrassingly long. if he didn't stop, if he just focused on the task at hand and nothing else, then everything would be fine. he wouldn't have time to consider if he was ruining their friendship, not when he was far too concerned making sure he made beau cum. clumsily, jude unzipped beau's jeans and tugged them down enough to expose his underwear, the shape of his cock pressing up through the fabric was enough to make jude's head spin but thankfully he was still pressed up close against beau, still sharing sloppy kisses that kept him relatively grounded. he only pulled away from their kiss momentarily to spit into his hand before then reaching down to start stroking him, bypassing the waistband of his boxers just in case they were interrupted and needed to quickly clean up.

he tried to convince himself that if it were any other circumstance where alcohol wasn't involved, he would have never complied to what was offered. it would have a lie to himself, like he'd never thought about it before but the truth was that he had. he'd pushed those thoughts so deep down that they never resurfaced, until now. his eyes snapped open, lidded and breath panting. there was so point in going back now. his greed was beginning to take over, still deciding to blame it on the drinks he'd had prior though he knew that it was bogus. his nerves began to show as he spoke, not only nervous because of his friend, but because he hadn't been exactly experienced sexually in general. "y-yeah.. yes. fuck it. can you?"

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irina's lack of music knowledge was of no huge concern to mikhail, it brought up no red flags about what her upbringing had been like or what she spent her time doing if not listening to music. if anything, he found it to be exciting. it meant that he could be the one to introduce her to all sorts of amazing music, impress her with his endless amount of knowledge on rock history, on all the scandalous things his favourite musicians got up to in the peak of their fame and popularity and how he was going to follow in their footsteps. it wasn't unlike mik to get ahead of himself and start planning for things that had yet to be confirmed but he couldn't help it, irina had a way about her that made him want to stick around and experience everything with her by his side. "there will be at least one venue though, right? i will make sure we come to see you, i cross my heart." it might take a lot of convincing to get his team to allow the band to go do a show somewhere they were unlikely to make any of their money back, especially if irina wasn't being hyperbolic with how small her home really was but if he had to, he'd happily fork out the costs himself. besides, he highly doubted that any of his bandmates would put up a fuss if he showed them a photo of her, a girl like that was worth putting the effort in for. there was nothing that mik wanted more in that moment than to show irina exactly how badly he wanted to touch her, to worship her in every conceivable manner for as long as they had together but he didn't have the vocabulary to express that in a way that wouldn't come across as over-dramatic or crude. politeness was the way to go, at least for the time being. it was better than to be forceful and ruin everything before it had even had the chance to begin. he wasn't ignorant to the fact that some girls liked that kind of behaviour, liked it when a man took charge and while he was capable of that when need be, irina's gentle and undeniable poise made it hard for him to believe that she'd be all that into him pouncing on her. unable to mask his relief, mik let out a held breath upon irina's given consent and a wide, cheesy grin spread across his face. "cool! cool... awesome." he hadn't expected her to turn him down but his relief was still palpable, the embarrassment would've been too much to handle and his ego would've have survived the shot straight to the heart. the hand on her cheek remained there as they began to share slow, curious kisses, growing slowly more confident as they came to understand each other's pace and the feeling of their lips together. irina's teeth in his lip caught him off guard and without any time to stop it, a soft moan bubbled up from the back of mik's throat, only barely muffled by the flurry of apologies that followed. "no! no, it's okay. it is fine. you can do whatever you want!" he laughed incredulously and shuffled closer to her, his eyes wide with blown-out pupils, practically heart-shaped with the weight of affection for her in them. "it was nice. you can do it again, if you want."

due to her strict upbringing and the unrealistically high standards she was held to, irina had accepted the fact that she would never be able to live her life the way she wanted. every single aspect of her life was dictated for her, from the clothes she wore to the people she spent her time with, and adulthood hadn't provided her with much more freedom. just getting the permission to attend the event she'd met mik at felt like a major concession on her family and their team's part, but she was certain she'd never be allowed out without a chaperone if they ever found out she ended up back at some stranger's hotel room. they hadn't done anything too damaging to her image, not yet at least, but what actually took place within that room mattered less than the fact that she'd gone there with him in the first place. if the damage was already done, she might as well just do what she wanted, especially since this may be her first and last time to do so. "wow! just like a real rockstar, you are like... what's the name? like nick jagger! that sounds very exciting..." she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement herself, just getting to be around someone with such a fascinating life, certain that this night would live on in her memory forever as the wildest thing she'd ever done. a rockstar like him must have a life full of spontaneous adventures of this sort, so much so that he probably wouldn't even remember her in a few weeks, though she tried not to think about how little their time together would come to mean to him. her goal for the night was to live in the moment, and that's exactly how she'd gotten to this point with mik. "i don't know... nobody cool ever comes to my country— it is very small..." so much so that irina herself would likely be the only one in the crowd, given she doubted anyone else would have heard of his band, but she certainly had the money to compensate them handsomely for the private show, had she been allowed to actually spend it the way she wanted to. "i bet..." his polite demeanor was nice, especially when they'd first begun getting acquainted, but now that she'd become comfortable with him, she couldn't help but wish he'd leave his respect at the door and ravish her the way she'd only ever dreamt of being ravished. just because she was the pinnacle of class and dignity, that didn't mean she didn't yearn to be seen as a sexual being, for her desires to be validated and brought to fruition. she wouldn't have known how to ask for it if she tried, and though what he'd asked for was much more tame than what she really wanted, she was immensely grateful that mik was the one to make the first official move. cheeks flushed, she shyly averted her gaze down to her lap, teeth sinking into her plump lower lip to try and hide her giddy grin as she took a moment to compose herself before responding. "i was afraid you would never ask," she chuckled, looking back up to meet his gaze before leaning in. with her heart hammering in her chest and a comfortable heat settling over the surface of her skin, irina slipped her hand through his curls to cradle the back of his head, a soft hum of appreciation vibrating against his lips as she relaxed into the kiss. her enthusiasm had her body moving before her mind could catch up, teeth somehow sinking into his lip amidst her over-excitement, and when she realized what she'd done a fraction of a second later, she pulled back with wide eyes, hand covering her mouth in shock and shame. "sorry, sorry... it was an accident..."

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PEDRO PASCAL photographed by Sølve Sundsbø for Vanity Fair (July/August 2025)

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idk why but i kinda wanna try my hand at making a group rp... with like deep lore and shit... i miss playing dnd and i just want to dm something ghshrshs

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benny wouldn't have considered himself to be an anxious person. he cared what people thought about him and cared equally for those around him but he wasn't consumed by worry, although sienna certainly insisted on testing his usually easy-going way of being. their lives would've been a lot smoother if she didn't insist on testing boundaries and seeing what she was able to get away with but he loved her all the same, he was not so easily scared away by the threat of a little conflict. she was so convincing, even when he didn't believe what she said she made it so easy to at least want to believe her. thankfully, he didn't need to persuaded that her words were true, he was more than happy to sit there and accept each carefully placed kiss and have any apprehensions he had drift away like they'd never existed at all. eventually, after his own affections had began to swell, he had to interrupt sienna with a kiss, the proper sort that had weight and passion behind it. she was better with words while he had always excelled in expressing himself physically.

"i don't want you to worry," sienne whispered, her voice barely above a breath. her hand came up to his face, fingers tracing along his cheek. this was followed by her sweeping a few strands of his hair from his forehead, like she wanted to see all of him. "you're not gonna lose me." maybe she couldn't promise that. but seeing benny so tense and protective did something to her. sienna had her flaws, plenty of them, but indifference when it came to him? never. "i'm staying right here. safe and sound. no prison, and no tragic endings." she wasn't fully sure if that was a lie. if it was, it at leasted sounded pretty. plus, in that moment, it was what he needed. next, her lips found his jaw, moving slow like she was tasting every inch of him. but this time, she didn't stop until her mouth met his and she delivered a loving peck to his lips. then she pulled back, at least just enough to speak. "i'm too smart to let anything happen," she murmured, eyes locked on benny's. "and i'm way too addicted to you to let anything take me away."

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caelum wanted to get better, he needed to. he had to rid himself of years and years of shame that had kept him from ever getting close to anyone or else he'd never experience true intimacy, always too afraid that someone would find out his dark secret and decide he wasn't worth the hassle. it meant putting in the work, no matter how embarrassing or scary it was. it had taken him weeks to manage the courage to make the appointment with esther, despite having no emotional connection to her there was still the fear of being humiliated or of her thinking he was strange, it shouldn't have mattered as much as it did to him but strangely enough, realising how stupid his anxieties were gave him that final push to make the call. he glanced up from his feet as she moved beside him and tried to keep eye contact for a couple prolonged moments before he turned away and faced the ground once more. the hand on his hand once again encouraged him to turn his gaze up and he forced himself to offer a smile, tight and uncomfortable but an attempt at lightening the tension in the room. "i know. and i- i appreciate it... i'm sorry. i am trying, i swear. it's just... a lot to take in at once."

his issue certainly wasn't unique, but it was one esther saw more commonly with her female patients. the fear of sex without promise of an emotional attachment afterward often caused the body to reject typical stimuli as a means of defense. "let's not get too caught up on what might be perceived as 'normal'... everyone's body responds to sexual urges differently, caelum." she could still see the tension lingering in every muscle of his body, though. "let's try something a little different. may i?" she gestured to the empty couch cushion beside him with a question in her tone, but before he could answer one way or the other she'd risen from her chair across the room just to lower herself down beside him. "we talked last time about how letting your guard down can feel be intimidating... not knowing whether that person will be there when you wake up in the morning?" her voice was calm and even as she spoke, but slowly her hand reached forward to rest on top of one of his as his palms continued pressing against his thighs. "but this is a safe environment, caelum. you can be at your most vulnerable, and i'll always be here afterward to help you navigate through it."

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it wasn't that roman didn't want a girlfriend, rather he had no idea what to do if he did on some miracle manage to convince a girl that he was worth being around. he didn't even have friends, yvette was the first person other than his parents to give him the time of then and he still felt like he was wasting her time simply existing in her presence. "i don't- i don't know." it was nice in theory but with how he was barely managing to keep his cool with her, it was hard to imagine having to feel that way all of the time. although, maybe if he didn't put everyone up on a pedestal and dictate them as better, more interesting people, it'd be easier to communicate. "uh, i think- it's actually- it's complicated, i guess. i'm not... maybe i'm not ready, i don't know."

she had anticipated the answer she was given; nothing but a shy response about not really venturing out to get one. it didn't surprise her much, though her intention was surely to fluster him. she continued the soft touches she gave him, humming as she listened to him stutter out answers to her, eyes focusing on her work and how his mouth moved. "why not, huh? don't you want one?" prying was something she'd done often, her nosy behavior a nuisance as her mother would say. in this case, it was nothing but pure curiosity. was he not interested in finding someone to be with? did he never really have much experience in the first place? "i'm sure you could if you wanted to. you're so handsome."

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"stupid? that's what you think i am?" it was obvious that wasn't what adrien was trying to say and lenora knew that, the reality of her very stupid decisions were staring her right in the face and it would be very stupid of her to act like she had things in control but she couldn't help it. it had taken her weeks to confess to him that her marriage wasn't doing well, that she was scared of her husband and felt suffocated in their stupid starter home, white picket fence and all. yet now that she was being offered an out, the thought of leaving terrified her more than imagining the rest of her life as his little housewife, his baby-making machine. "don't you think he'd go looking for his daughter?" not because he loved her, it'd likely be some point of pride that drove him to finding them, calling the cops not out of care but because he couldn't let lenora act out of sorts. "and when he does find us? he- god, you don't understand. you don't understand, he's- he's so much worse than he was when we were in school. he's- my baby, i can't let him have her. i can't- i can't do this with you anymore."

"yes, you can! we talked about this, len... something's gotta give, you can't keep... lenny, please don't be stupid— i..." as obvious as it should've been that the whole venture was futile, adrien had gotten swept up in the fantasy they'd been concocting over the last several months. how foolish of him to believe that she was actually capable of making the drastic changes that would be needed in order for them to properly be together, the ones they'd discussed over and over again— hypothetically of course, but he'd been under the impression that every facetious suggestion carried a kernel of truth. sure, his particular timing was a bit abrupt, but he could only sit by and watch her be mistreated for so long before he had to intervene. "i'm sorry, i'm... i didn't mean— bring her! we can take her with us, just... pack a bag, for both of you. he gets off at five, right? we have time! we could be at a motel three towns over by the time he gets back!"

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paloma was not and never had been the sort of person to respect secrets. there were very few things that she kept close to her chest, her idea of intimacy with a person was often getting them to share all their deepest and darkest moments to her while she recalled traumas of her own, at least the ones she could make sound somewhat sexy. there was no reason, in her eyes at least, for lili to not tell her how she felt about arlo or anything weird he might've done. he was her brother and by that point in their lives she was the person who knew him best, which meant that she knew there was plenty to dislike and bitch about. it was admirable that she'd be trying so hard to speak positively of her boyfriend but it wasn't what paloma was looking for, she needed to find that one sharp edge that she could dig her fingers into and pull herself up, climbing atop the image that lilianne had crafted of arlo in her head and crushing it into a million pieces. why? because it was fun, few things that paloma did were more thought out than that. "yeah, sure. but like, i'd still be grossed out if my boyfriend was doing that. it's, like, borderline obsessive. no one should be that desperate for pussy." she wasn't even completely convinced that they'd actually slept together, arlo was forever a sexless, weedy loser who had never been able to keep up with anyone around him. no one deserved to waste their time with someone like that, lili would be much better off with someone like her, someone who was confident and said what they wanted straight up. "that's really sweet, lili. if that's your thing, i guess i can't judge. i'd hate to be looking after a grown man but whatever makes you happy. everyone should be doing some charity work."

lili knew she was being a bitch, and while a part of her would always engage in a little shit talk—the easiest and quickest way to bond, as any girl knew—she still felt bad. arlo was her boyfriend. while, of course, she’d have her private little grievances about him like she would with any partner, they were meant to remain private. or confided into the hands of her own sister, though simone wasn’t exactly supportive these days. too busy with her religious psychosis, which lilianne knew was an uncharitable thought to have about her only sister. she smiled in response to paloma’s reassurance, though she didn’t entirely believe her. though the relationship between the luna siblings was clearly strained, this could’ve all been an act to see how far lili would go. paloma could just as likely get all the dirt, then quickly report back all the mean shit lili said and then he’d break up with her. (probably, maybe.) and lilianne really didn’t want to break up with arlo. he was the only bright spot in her life and without him, she’d be incredibly saddened. that didn’t mean she didn’t get annoyed with him sometimes, though. her face screwed up into a perfect mix of grossed out and amused. “okay, i think if he’s my boyfriend, he doesn’t have to sneak sniffs—that’s, like, friendzoned stalker behavior. boyfriends can just take them, i think.” not that she particularly wanted him to do that, but she wasn’t entirely opposed, mostly just confused as to why anyone found that attractive, “and, well, i mean he needs someone to take care of him. i can do that. we can take care of each other.”

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when first discussing getting a nanny, there had been a small part of sully that had deemed needing the extra help as some kind of failure on his end. he wanted to be able to do everything himself, to be able to provide for his family in every possible way, to never rely on another's aid to make things easier for him because he was fully capable of managing the life he had worked so hard for. it had been his wife who had eventually persuaded him to put the first advert out and now there he was, ploughing his young nanny in the back of his car while his wife slept at home, completely unaware of his missteps and what her initial convincing had led to. with his face buried against her bouncing tits, he was allowed to momentarily forget the extent of his misbehaviour and instead focus on the primal, animalistic drive to fuck someone, forgoing all his usual well-mannered, gentlemanly ways. it was difficult to compare what fucking lana felt like in comparison to fucking his wife when it had been so many months since they'd last been intimate, not to mention a dangerous road to go down but it was impossible to deny the tightness of her cunt or her wetness that must've been making an awful mess between their bodies. he'd always thought of himself as a considerate lover, aiming to make sure his partner was equally as pleased as he was if not more so, however they simply didn't have the time for him to go at the pace he would've usually liked. it was yet another thing that he hoped that lana would be able to forgive him for, the other being for succumbing to her seduction when he should've been the one to keep firm in their boundaries. without his guilt and shame holding him back, it wasn't long till sully felt that tell-tale warmth being to coil tight inside of him, inching closer and closer to exploding. somewhere in the back of his mind the sense remained to pull out after another thirty seconds or so of frantic thrusting, at which point he reached down to give himself a couple of strokes before he was painting lana's soft tummy in his thick load. there was no safe place to look, not her drooling cunt or pale tits newly wettened with his salvia, so sully was forced to finally look up again and meet lana's heavy-lidded gaze as the realisation of what he'd slowly began to dawn on him.

when she'd first begun working for the landry's, lana was blown away by how their family— their whole life, even— felt like the most wholesome sitcom she'd ever seen. they seemed far too perfect for her to be a part of, but she'd come to learn they had their problems like everyone else. what she'd believed to be the picture perfect marriage was actually fractured behind the scenes, and despite how her actions may be interpreted, lana didn't want to end it. at the moment, she hadn't allowed herself to think about sully in such serious terms. her one-sided crush on him should've stayed nothing but that, and yet she knew she just couldn't help herself when she'd convinced herself she really wanted something. at some point the tension was bound to come to a climax, and it's just a good thing they hadn't crossed this first major boundary in the house. she was far from the most sentimental person, and yet as their eyes connected, lana swore she felt something stirring deep within her, a sort of soul connection she'd never experienced before— at least not while being fucked. her vision was blurred from the tears that had sprung to her eyes in response to his tip pressing against her cervix with the increased force of his thrusts, but it only made him look that much more angelic, bathed in the soft glow of the street lamps. the morning after would hit her like a freight train, both the hangover and the soreness from intense physical exertion of multiple varieties wreaking havoc on her poor little body, but that would be the morning's problem. for now she was in a state of painful bliss, eyes screwed shut as he dipped down to mouth at her tit, hands gripping his hair for dear life. it was almost too much even for her, but she wanted nothing less than to be wholly overwhelmed by him, consume by her lust both physically and mentally. removing a hand from his hair, she bit down on her own fist to keep from crying out too loud, thighs clenched tight around him while she rode out each and every conflicting sensation he brought her. in a sick way, it felt that much more satisfying to endure the pain, as if the greater the sacrifice on her part, the greater the pleasure on his. she wanted to give him what he couldn't get anywhere else, what he deserved to be getting already in his marriage, and what she'd been willing to provide for weeks now.

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ruining friendships by introducing sex was a touchstone in paloma's life, one that she couldn't seem leave behind no matter how many times she told herself she'd change and start being more considerate of those in her life. if someone wanted to fuck her, who was she to deny herself the promise of pleasure? then again, it wasn't always worthwhile, she'd suffered through plenty of mediocre fucks and got nothing in return, yet she never seemed to fully learn her lesson. if roxie was really that eager to prove herself, then paloma was more than happy to let her do whatever she needed to in order to get her point across, even if it was all an obvious ploy to get her mouth on her. "i don't blame you. my pussy is the talk of the town, you've really been missing out." she teased as though they were making light small talk, conversing in the queue at a store or waiting for the bus. once roxanne's mouth finally made contact with her throbbing clit, paloma's thighs twitched from either side of her head and she let out a soft hum of satisfaction, melting deeper into the mattress. "fuck... you don't mess around, do you?"

in general, there were very few women that roxie wouldn't have extended the courtesy to.... but she was certainly more enthusiastic at the prospect of helping paloma out than she was willing to let on. there was an ease between the two that made it hard to tell where their teasing ended and their flirting began, but there was no way to mistake the message eating her pussy would send. the taunt came as roxie's gaze was fixated on the gentle shake of her friend's breasts but she didn't deny the accusation, instead laughing at how effortlessly the other woman called her out. "i mean, i've never turned down the opportunity to drool on any pussy, but it's possible that i've been particularly curious about yours." her fingers were already tugging at the waistband of paloma's pants, yanking her underwear down with them in one swift motion. "i am, and i will." in fact, rox was almost animalistic in the way she pushed soft thighs apart, lowering herself until overzealous lips could slurp paloma's clit into her mouth, moaning around the sensitive bud. "fuck, that's good—"