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[blvshed]

"this is overkill, truly." she quips as she steps into the kitchen, matching silk robe and nightgown flowing around her as she raises her wine glass to her lips. it's hardly the first time in her life that someone had threatened her due to her criminal involvement. there were plenty of people out there willing to take down the evans family, though this was the first time that her father had so thoroughly inserted his nose into her business and hired a bodyguard for her. "my security system is state of the art, my security team is around the perimeter, and your presence in my home is not only unwanted, but unwelcome. you can see yourself out, mr. ramsey." / @thcfantasyfactory

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"Are you sure? It's the least I can do and I hadn't even had one yet." She searched his eyes, a little entranced but mostly hopeful she could change his mind. Though Mahal hadn't been sure what she'd expected when she walked into this bar it hadn't been the spiraling events that had precipitated.

At his question, she cleared her throat and shook her head. "Nope, I'm a single Pringle." Her face warmed and she looked down at the dingy floor. "I'm here alone and I took a cab downtown. I thought I could just call an uber or walk back to the if it wasn't far." Running her fingers through her long hair, she groaned, "Not my best idea, I guess."

[silverflcme]

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The woman's eyes went wide when Logan spoke so openly about their previous encounters, the color of her cheeks rivaling the wine she was clutching in her hands. Rhys on the other hand, let out a laugh, enjoying the brazen nature of the man sitting across from him. "And what a sight it was." He then followed with, his smirk wide as he looked at Daphne. By now there had to be no shame, right? The four of them had made it clear there was attraction, otherwise, they wouldn't have crossed such lines. "But why don't you show them instead, baby? Talking about it can only get you so far." Rhys knew exactly what he was doing, and how to rile up his wife, knowing it would turn the evening around for the best.

Gazing back at her husband, Willa shot the man a warning look, whispering at him to shut up. If it weren't for him though, she'd never break out of her shell. "Oh come on, baby. They won't care." The pair shared a few more words before Rhys was looking back at the other couple. "She talked about you, Daph." Pushing Willa off his lap, Rhys urged her to walk over to the other couple, his intentions clear. "Said it was hot how you let him take control and give you orders. Said you looked so pretty on your knees and begging to be fucked." The brunette let out a sigh, her eyes rolling. "You're insufferable." She murmured, not being able to hide the smile on her lips as she walked across the deck, and stood in front of Daphne. "She also said she wondered what it would've been like to kiss you herself." Rhys' smile was smug, but Willa wasn't denying the words. "Show 'em, baby. If it's okay with you two, of course."

[swcctcrbittcr]

@thcfantasyfactory muses: dominic & daphne connection: dominic the director meets with daphne to practice a sex scene before shooting it

"daphne?" dominic calls out, knuckles striking her trailer door lightly before he lets himself inside. he wanted to at least make his presence known so he wouldn't startle her. "hey," he smiles as he steps inside, relieved to see her there, "i uh, wanted to go over some things for the scene tomorrow if that's alright with you?" he holds up the script, already flipped to the pages for the next day. "i know it's your first time for such an intimate scene, and wanted to make sure you were alright or if you had any questions before it was in front of the whole crew."

[fadinglights]

another whimper leaves her from the impact on her rear, she knows that it's an ache that her body will remember for at least the next few hours, yet she neither flinches nor moves to stop him. "i haven't," she admits truthfully, a playful smirk toying over her glossed lips. "but maybe i can start earning it from now on… if you'd let me." she tempts eagerly, an inviting lilt in her voice. her arousal only grows under the teasing ministrations of his fingers, moving close to the centre of her need yet nowhere close enough. she gives him her best puppy eyes when he tucks her chin between his slender fingers, forcing her to look at him, finding dominance a much hotter look on him than his usual coldness. tilting her chin slightly so she can take his thumb between her mouth, sucking on it teasingly. "… so let me." and she'll do her part to make sure it'll be one of the best nights he's ever had. "i'll do anything you want me to."

Dean's cock throbbed at the sound of her calling him Daddy—the way it rolled off her tongue made something primal stir in him. But he wasn’t about to let her get away with it so easily. “Oh? And what makes you think you’ve earned that, princess?” he asked, voice low and dangerous, just before his hand came down hard against her ass again. “A good girl gets her reward only after I’ve decided she deserves it. And so far?” Another sharp smack landed. “You haven’t exactly behaved like one.” He could feel the heat radiating from her flushed skin, hear the breathy little gasps escaping her lips. Her hips shifted beneath him, involuntarily seeking more. His other hand came around to grip her chin, turning her head so she was forced to look at him. “Tell me why you think you deserve it,” he said, fingers trailing down over the curve of her backside, slipping under the edge of her panties to tease her with feather-light touches. Not enough to satisfy—just enough to make her squirm.

[kittywriites]

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"Jesus, that fucking guy that again?" Jesse snapped before he could stop himself. He didn't like to think that he was the jealous type, but for fuck's sake. At this point, it felt like this walking Abercrombie ad called her more than Jesse did. Enough was enough. "No, no, it's fine," he assured her as he pulled her back down onto his lap, the plan already forming in his head. "Just see what he wants." he said innocently, turning his gaze back to the television. The moment she answered however, he snaked one arm around her middle, keeping her pinned back against his chest as the other moved between her legs. She was wearing one of his shirts and a pair of panties, nothing else, and it made it easy enough to slip his hand between her thighs, long fingers cupping her warm little cunt in his palm. "But I know damn well this is it." he muttered against her free ear.

[brckensocietyarchive]

so now i’m back i’m doing a slight cull of drafts. please don’t take offence if i drop our thread, my muse is all over the place right now. some threads are also being dropped as my rules aren’t being met, still no offence i’m just putting my rules into action. here’s the list:

@intrcspection​ - ranger @wishfcltinking - tristan @thcfantasyfactory - killian @bcbylxn - griffin/bailey @daringsunflowers - avalon/maison @elegancemultimuse - anastasia/esmeralda @gccdbyelovc - avalon/billy loomis/sage&ivy/tristan

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A huff of frustration was met with a slow sigh of understanding. Samuel nodded down at the pretty blonde and immediately turned back to the creep. "Well, you heard her. Princess is letting you walk out of here with all of your teeth and that unfortunate fuckboy bone structure intact." Then Shep leaned down over the man, lowering his voice to barely above a whisper as he cowered beneath him, "but let me make one thing clear, you show your face in Reaper territory again after today and you're going to wish she'd let me break your tiny fucking hands."

Crossing his arms over his broad chest, he waited until the man scuttled out of the bar as a wall of protection in case he changed his mind. Only then did he turn around. Samuel's features softened; well, as much as any member of the Reapers could, as he really took her in. "You're a long way from home, Princess. You here alone?" Understanding that she was probably just as scared of him, he took a step back, uncrossing his arms and putting them in his pockets to appear more casual though he was more alert than before. "Name's Samuel, but everyone calls me Shep." His eyes fell to her ring finger for a moment, not that it had stopped him before. "Someone coming to get you and take you home safe?"

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"Evie...my name is Evie. Calling me by last name isn't going to make the tension between us go away." She said after listening to him say his peace. Evie could respect his desire to stay on task and keep things professional. Under normal circumstances she would want the same. But she was scared and had never felt more alone in her life than right then. And all she wanted was to be close to someone...to him.

"It's unlikely that I'll ever see you again outside of this incident. So don't try to placate me with kind words. They don't suit you at all." She admitted as she took a breath to gather her confidence. Feelings of uncertainty were another thing she was unused to. But she pushed past it. Deciding that at worse she would be outright rejected and at best she could soothe her frayed edges in the arms of a handsome man. Standing to her feet she crossed the short distance between them to stand before him. Evie reached out and pressed a hand to his chest. "If you don't want me just say it. I'm a big girl. But if you do...closed mouths don't get fed or kissed. And I can think of a few more pleasurable things to fill my time with other than cowering in my bedroom waiting for the other shoe to drop."

She had never been one to be easily frightened. Having earned her reputation for being a bulldog. All it took was being in the wrong place at the wrong time. And witnessing something she shouldn't have. And now Evie was cowering in her room trying to figure out where everything went wrong. And when she would finally be able to have a moment of peace.

"You can sit down. Standing like that at the door gives me anxiety." She admitted finally speaking to him for the first time after the incident. Evie hated admitting weakness and being seen as weak. She hated even more feeling that way in front of him. The normally vivacious woman was a little or a lot in lust with her assigned FBI agent. As if the position of power thing didn't make things worse. "S-o what's the likelihood of my chances of a date now that you've seen me cry?"

[swcctcrbittcr]

@thcfantasyfactory muse: river & chance connection: actors fucking on set

it wasn't any secret that river and chance were more than just co-workers at this point. that's how it happened on set right? you spent all your time together, emotions got mixed up and well...the kissing scenes were always way too hot to just be professional. so far no one complained about it, their chemistry so palpable it made that true movie magic.

there are few still on set, wanting minimal company for their coveted sex scenes, but river had a better idea. they wanted things to look as real as possible right? right as the director yells action, the sheet of the bed covering them, river made sure to dip her hand into chance's underwear for real this time, hand stroking his cock. "shhhh." she coos into his neck as she is directed. "just trust me on this." her own hips buck, underwear wet with arousal as she continues to pump her hand up and down.

[kittywriites]

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He was trying to behave himself, considering the party was in full swing and the house still full of people. But by the fourth or fifth time she’d found some excuse to bend or lean over in his eyeline, behaving was out of the question. When she finally slipped past him on her way to the kitchen, skirt flouncing around her thighs as she went, Jesse had had enough. He was hot on her heels but quiet in comparison to the noise of the rest of the party, not making his presence known until he was crowding behind her at the counter. “Sweetheart, you are killing me in that goddamn skirt.” he murmured in her ear as a greedy hand palmed over her ass.

[kittywriites]

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The sounds of the bar parking lot bustled around the van, but neither of the pair inside seemed to care much. Jesse was leaned back against the mountain of threadbare blankets, hands curled firmly around her waist with his lips all but attached to her neck. Her thighs straddled his lap and she grinding perfectly against the near-painful stiffness that was pressed to the seam of his zipper. “Fuck, sweetheart – “ he breathed against her throat, biting down on the soft skin with an eager little sound. “ – you make me fuckin’ crazy, you know that?”

[fadinglights]

"don't worry… you still look flawless." minjun genuinely thinks so, that she looks utterly amazing whether with her hair up or down, perfectly ironed or damp over her bare shoulders. while perhaps he should keep his thoughts to himself, he has never been one to withhold compliments when he thinks of them, often being the one to brighten someone's face after a gloomy day. his smirk only grows from her telltale reaction, that rosy, endearing flush on her skin that makes him wonder how much prettier she'll look when he gives her more reasons to blush. "what do you think i'm doing, exactly?" he asks, finding it adorable that she's now averting his gaze. "people change their minds all the time." he shouldn't tease her further, but he does anyway — perhaps the perfect summary to his life marked by rebellion and impulses. "what are you going to do to change mine?" he tempts, when he's in fact already changed his.

“I just didn’t want to deal with washing my hair later—it takes serious effort to look this flawless,” the blonde whined dramatically, pushing her wet hair back out of her face. Skye tried to play it cool, but with Minjun standing this close, her heart had a mind of its own. This wasn’t like her. She was usually the one in control, the one who flirted first and smirked second. But this? This was different. He wasn’t just some guy—he was her best friend’s older brother. The boy she used to daydream about. And now, being here, inches from him, with that familiar look in his eyes? Yeah, it was messing with her. She nearly forgot how to breathe when he leaned in, his breath tickling her ear. Her skin buzzed, heat crawling up her neck. “Don’t do that,” she murmured. “Don’t tease me. I know you don't see me that way.”

[fadinglights]

yisoo did not anticipate this turn of events when she requested a baking lesson from him — suddenly finding herself caged between his arms and the kitchen counter, his breath hot on her ear. no, she definitely didn't foresee him making his move right here, in the kitchen of all places, even if she had noticed the lingering gazes and wondered if they hinted at something more. "well, i do host regular baking classes for adults if you want to see more of me." she jests, her voice laced with playfulness despite the slight flutter of nerves. "maybe that'll give you a chance to catch up to her in baking skills." she wonders now if he even genuinely suggested the lesson to learn, or only to get closer to her, though she's betting more on the first assumption. "she did?" yisoo's smile widens at the latest compliment, as she leans back against the marble counter, making no attempt to reestablish a more appropriate distance between them. her gaze holds his, glimmering with intrigue. "now i know where she gets her talent for sweet-talking."

The way her face lit up with pride and happiness at hearing how much his daughter loved her really affected Shane. He enjoyed seeing that kind of expression on her face, and part of him was curious to discover what other types of expressions she could make. Suddenly, an image of what she might look like while experiencing pleasure popped into his head. It threw him off, making him feel a bit strange. Obviously, he was attracted to her; how could he not be? However, he didn't know if she felt the same way, and he didn't want to make things awkward. Yet, he couldn't shake the intense desire to see her make that kind of face.

Shane steps closer, enclosing her within his arms, but he doesn't touch her. His mouth hovers beside her, his breath a light tease against her ear. "To be honest, she mentions you often, calling you incredibly pretty. She’s not mistaken, I admit I'm a bit jealous she gets to spend so much time with you."

[blvshed]

he reaches over to the table beside them, grabbing the glass of whiskey and draining it completely. he's rock hard in his pants after watching his handsome friends take their turns with her, knowing full well that it secured their votes for his next election. he's entirely thankful to her for that, grinning as he leans forward to kiss her, pressing her close as he does. "you've been doing so good taking them all, sweetheart. such a good little slut securing me my campaign." he kisses her again, opening his mouth for her tongue as his hand slides down to brush gently across her clit. "you've been so good i think i'll give it to you now. turn around so you can ride my cock, skye."

Skye's chest rose and fell in short pants as she tried to recover from her fifth orgasm of the night, her pussy still throbbing even after the male had finally pulled out of her, leaving cum dripping out of her. She leaned her head back against Mikael's shoulder, taking the brief moment she had to rest. But she definitely wasn't complaining. "Yes, sir..." The blonde giggled breathlessly, a hand sliding into his hair, her nail scraping gently against his scalp. "I love being your good little whore. Getting used by all these cocks just for your pleasure." She hummed, turning her head to capture his lips, her tongue playing with his. "If I'm really good, do I get your cock too?"

[chainsmxking]

fuck it, is about the last thought that registers with him before he's yanking blair into his lap and devouring her mouth, bucking his already hard cock up against her clothed center. hands move to make quick work of her top so he can get a full view of the tits she's been teasing him with, ready to get his mouth on them. "god, you're this fucking desperate for it? walking around the house half naked cause you need cock that bad? you know, your mom actually told me you were a little slut, but i thought she was just jealous. guess now she really has something to be jealous about."

Putting a hand on the small of her back, he pushes to arch it, presenting her chest to him like an offering and wraps his mouth around one of her small breasts, sucking, letting her feel the barest press of his teeth around her flesh.

"Oh, I don't, do I?"

The brunette shifted so that she was on her hands and knees, crawling over to him, giving him a perfect view down her top at her perky little tits. However, she didn't touch him; she stopped just close enough so her face was inches from his, her eyes roaming over him slowly. "See, a man doesn't say a thing like that if he isn't interested. I've seen the way you look at me, like you want to push me against the closest wall and fuck me. Hell, you just did it now." Blair's smirk only grew wider, clicking her tongue in a teasing manner. "You poor thing, must take so much restraint not to give in. Especially when the hot little thing is practically throwing herself at you. And guess what," She leaned in close to his ear, her lips brushing ever so slightly against it. "Mom is too much of a drunk to notice anything. I could be your dirty little secret."