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༘⋆｡ stirring the pot starters

a mix of arguments, tension, manipulation, gossiping, fighting, & general emotional messiness!

you  weren't  supposed  to  hear  that.

don't  look  at  me  like  i'm  the  only  one  lying.

want  to  tell  them,  or  should  i?

you  think  i  don't  know  what  you  did?

i've  hit  people  for  less.

oh,  i  thought  you  already  knew.

that's  funny,  you  didn't  say  that  last  night.

say  that  again.  i  dare  you.

you  wanna  talk  about  loyalty?

no  offense,  but  if  you're  the  last  to  know,  that's  on  you.

go  ahead  -  pretend  like  it  wasn't  your  idea!

they  deserve  to  know  the  truth.

you  didn't  hear  this  from  me,  but  -

oh,  so  now  you  care?

don't  flatter  yourself.  you  were  just  convenient.

you  crossed  a  line.

we  had  bets  on  how  long  it  would  last.

it's  not  even  a  secret  anymore.

you  don't  get  to  cry  about  it  now.

touch  me  again  and  see  what  happens.

say  it  again.  louder  this  time.

you  really  thought  nobody  would  find  out?

don't  act  so  innocent.

okay,  but  am  i  the  villain  for  laughing?

tell  me  who  else  knows.  right  now.

this  whole  time,  and  you  didn't  say  a  word?

don't  act  brave  now.

you're  really  gonna  do  this  here?

it  wasn't  supposed  to  get  this  far!

you  can't  rewrite  history.

oh,  i'd  never  say  it  to  their  faces.

it  was  supposed  to  stay  between  us.

we're  all  thinking  it,  i  just  said  it.

you're  not  as  untouchable  as  you  act.

do  you  even  feel  guilty?

they  warned  me  about  you.

go  ahead,  make  it  worse.

if  you  repeat  this,  i'll  deny  everything.

the  next  thing  out  of  your  mouth  better  be  an  apology.

you're  about  three  seconds  away  from  regretting  this.

you  keep  pushing,  and  i'll  push  you  back.

they're  going  to  find  out.

one  more  lie,  and  i  walk.

they're  lying  to  you.

you  need  to  back  off.  now.

you're  defending  them?  after  everything?

don't  try  to  hide  it.

tell  me,  was  i  just  a  placeholder?

you  really  think  sorry  fixes  this?

there's  nothing  left  to  say.

don't  act  like  you're  the  one  hurting.

i  don't  owe  you  any  explanation.

whatever  helps  you  sleep  at  night.

you  should've  seen  this  coming.

i  hope  it  was  worth  it.

i  told  the  truth.  just  not  all  of  it.

you'll  miss  me  before  i  miss  you.

smile.  you're  ruining  the  mood.

i'd  watch  that  tone  if  i  were  you.

it's  not  my  fault  you  believed  me.

you  have  such  a  talent  for  pretending  you're  innocent.

we  both  know  this  is  over.

i  never  said  i  was  a  good  person.

i  thought  you  were  different.

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simping softness prompts.

basically i got shippy and now there's these soft little prompts for romantic, platonic, and yearning situations!! use them at your leisure!

" you're shivering. here, take my jacket. "

" you... sorry, you just got a little something on your face... here, let me get it for you. "

" hey, so... i know you haven't been feeling great, so i picked up a few of your favorite snacks, drinks... "

" you stayed? "

" well, of course i stayed. you're here, where else would i be? "

" oh! i found this in the mall, i figured it might be something you'd like! "

" hey, everything's gonna be fine. stay where you are, i'm on my way. "

" wow... you look... you look amazing. "

" we should grab some coffee together, sometime. "

" holy crap, i thought you were dead! never do that to me again! "

" i made some breakfast, if you're hungry? "

" your hands are freezing! let me warm them up... "

" i knew you wouldn't go to sleep willingly, so i brought you some chamomile tea and a blanket. twenty minutes of shut-eye, okay? "

" it's okay. i promise you, i will be here when you wake up. "

" hey! hey, hey, it's alright! it's okay, my darling/friend/love, i'm here, i've got you... "

" i'll walk you home. "

" you need a lift? "

" i... sometimes, i guess i kinda wish you could see yourself through my eyes. "

" i see you still have my shirt! "

" i got starbucks. this is your favorite, isn't it? "

" you look like you could use a hug. "

" okay, quit it with the drinks. i think that's enough, hmm? i'll cover the tab, but for now, let's get you home... "

" i'm not letting you sleep on the couch. come on. get under the blankets. "

" i mean... i-i'm cool with sharing the bed if you are. "

" you were in a really bad way, i wasn't about to abandon you. "

" hey... you've been crying. "

" don't think i won't carry you if i have to! "

" of course i noticed. i notice everything about you. "

" i knew you wouldn't bring a jacket, so i made sure to color co-ordinate with you so you could wear mine on the way home. "

" please, talk to me... it kills me seeing you like this. "

" i got a reservation at that fancy italian place you like. come on. get ready, we can get there in time if we get dressed now! "

" he/she/they were an idiot. you're amazing, and if they can't see that, that's on them. "

" i'd happily go kick their arse, but i don't think that would help you. "

" you don't owe me anything. "

" i wish i could just freeze time. let this moment be forever. "

" i got you some flowers. but, if you have allergies, i also got fake flowers! just in case. "

" you realise you don't need to ask my permission, don't you? "

" what's mine is yours. always. "

" i don't know precisely what i did to earn your presence in my life, but... i'd do it a thousand times over if i knew what it was. "

" yes, these last few years have been a living hell, but... i'd live them a thousand times over if it meant you being safe and happy. "

" i don't care about everyone else! i care about you, [NAME]!"

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𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎: f and fem-presenting nb !  -  y/m would be 18-30 (extreme age gap) - bipoc take priority - pronouns will be changed appropriately for replies with nb muses

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓: y/m has been posting nudes to various usfw subreddits and eden has been a regular audience member of theirs.  A few months ago, they began chatting online and tonight they’re finally meeting up for the first time.

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄:  eden o. kane. sixty-one. ( brad pitt ). retired welder + gets up to some highly criminal things in his free time. accidentally became y/m favorite, much older secret.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂: get as depraved as you like! they both definitely have a ddlg kink (bonus points for size kink, hyper-feminine/coquette aesthetics, + forbidden elements like still in hs, knows/dated/hooked up with one of her relatives, etc)

It still didn’t feel real. Like somewhere, between the realities of physical and digital life, there was a threshold that lessened the tangibility of the latter. But now? With that damning number left in his text messages, a rapidly dwindling ETA—holy hell, was this real. Tangible as all hell.

Eden poured himself another whiskey if only to calm his nerves. How else was a man to contend with the fact that he had not only been speaking so very erotically with a woman way, way too young for him, but that she was now just minutes away from arriving on his doorstep? 

He had spent weeks admiring her body, praising her for it. Getting to know every freckle and every soft dimple of cellulite. It excited her—to know that he had been touching himself to her. She’d told him, in no plainer language, that she loved how old he was. That she loved that he couldn’t help but be turned on by her. Find her beautiful. Find her intoxicating. She had shared her darkest desires with him. How she ached to be treated like a perfect little girl while being fucked. How she loved to call a man daddy. Still a virgin, but tortured enough by her hormones that she’d gotten on Reddit and shared her nudes just in the hopes that an older man might find her attractive. Eden still couldn’t believe she was real. He’d only known her as her screen name right up until tonight, when she’d casually texted him what her real name was with a “btw” attached to it.

She was the one to suggest it. Asking if he would ever want to meet her. He was so fresh out of his divorce that he still had his commitment snug around his fourth finger. She was young enough to be his daughter. Hell—his grand-daughter. It was fucking sick, and he should have felt fucking sick with himself. 

But all he could feel was his heart pounding, like the loudest of drums. He was so nervous to even just speak to her in real life that he felt… dizzy. Almost like he couldn’t feel his fingers, which were trembling slightly. 

He’d just turned on a record, some old blues, to try to calm his nerves when the doorbell of his apartment rang gently. 

He stopped, like a deer in headlights, and then inhaled slowly, briefly checking his appearance in a mirror on the hallway wall before going to answer. Part of him was expecting to be catfished. One glance in the peephole told him he was one hundred percent, absolutely, not getting catfished. 

Holy fuck. She was gorgeous. Drop dead gorgeous. Take your breath away gorgeous. He felt warmth flood south, so automatically turned on by just the sight of her. Another exhale left his lips, and then he turned the doorknob, opening the door to reveal her in all her glory.

His heart damn near stopped.

“Hey—“ he greeted, voice deep and rich, unforthcoming of all that nervousness he truly felt. His grin pulled up high, over defined canines, through a moat of fully gray stubble. “Jesus Christ, babydoll…” he swallowed, drinking her in. “You’re even prettier in person. Come in… You hungry?”

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` * 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 -- an in-depth character dossier to list out facts about your muse ! please like/reblog or credit if using.

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

full name: alias: age: date of birth: gender: pronouns: sexuality: species/race: nationality/ethnicity: languages spoken: current residence: occupation: education level:

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

height and build: eye colour: hair colour and style: skin tone and complexion: notable features: posture: voice: faceclaim:

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒

parents: siblings: ancestry: romantic status: romantic interest: friends: enemies and rivals: important connections: pets:

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒

chronic illnesses and injuries: phobias: trauma history: mental health: physical health: medication: triggers: body modifications:

𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

morning routine: night routine: sleep schedule: mannerisms: lying tells: comfort items and rituals: social behaviours (introvert/extrovert): coping mechanisms: obsessions: addictions:

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

biggest strengths: greatest flaw: moral code: core values: temperament: myers-briggs personality type: love language(s): how they handle conflict: how they handle affection: reputation versus reality:

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒

combat training: weapons expertise: magic or powers: languages and communication skills: survival skills: hobbies: weaknesses and limitations:

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Academy Award for Best Actor in a Supporting Role:

Anybody accidentally kills anybody in a fight, they go to jail. It's called manslaughter.

Brad Pitt as Cliff Booth in Once Upon a Time... in Hollywood (2019, dir. Quentin Tarantino)

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okay I’m h/gh and having the most depraved thoughts for plots but I neeeed an age gap emotional affair.

muse a is a fresh out of high school (or still in hs) 18yo, entering the workforce for the first time and she meets her boss, muse b, who is definitely old enough to be her father and married, and falls into a strange emotional attachment to receiving his praise at work and getting really disappointed and upset when she makes him unhappy.

he’s perfectly patient and gentle with her, encouraging and reassuring her while she learns how to handle working in general, not just their job. the only problem is that they both think the other is ridiculously hot and getting to baby/be babied is making it hard for them to keep from flirting. give me all the messiness of a secret workplace relationship, the power differences, the moral wrongness!

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Im a silly girl who thinks that I can handle a grown man's dick

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JENNA ORTEGA as CAIRO SWEET and MARTIN FREEMAN as JONATHAN MILLER in MILLER’S GIRL.

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.JENNA ORTEGA as CAIRO SWEET and MARTIN FREEMAN as JONATHAN MILLER in MILLER’S GIRL.

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MIDLIFE CRISIS. That’s what his now soon-to-be ex-wife and their entire family swore all of this was. How Tev could go from the upstanding, family-oriented man they’d once known to some bachelor, parading around with his way-too-young paramour… it was all too inconceivable for them. Even when he’d tried to explain. Even when he had set aside his pride, and his shame, and confessed that he and Freya had been simmering in their emotional affair for much, much longer than he’d ever put on. Perhaps, in another scenario, the masterful way in which they had managed to keep their relationship secret, despite living separated by just one fence, it was rather remarkable. Well, now his family and friends thought he was some monster, for cheating, and even further grotesque for daring to fall in love with that girl next door. 

A twenty-year-old with an unassuming life. A mother who was never there. He had even thought, for awhile, after he and Rebecca and the kids had moved into this five bedroom Albuquerque home that Freya lived alone. As it turned out, her mother was only the homeowner on paper, spending all of her time forgetting she had a daughter and traversing Europe. It had started out innocently, for Tev at least. Just bringing her some leftovers. Hanging out over the fence. Asking about her day. Telling the neighborhood boys to get the fuck outta here or I’ll call the cops. Little things, that snowballed and snowballed, until he found himself inviting her over, to sit by the fire, sit by the pool, sit on the deck, while his wife and kids were asleep. 

Innocent enough.

Now she was radiant and swollen pregnant with his kids. Twins. The prospect of it all had been both terrifying and exhilarating. Because it meant that the jig was up, and because it meant that the jig was up. Finally… they could just be together. They had a reason to stop sneaking around, to stop making up lies and exhausting themselves with the emotional tax of the affair. 

A long year of playing some metaphorical chess, and then it had been Tev’s curtain call. To bite the bullet and end things with Rebecca. Ask her for a divorce.

She had not gone into that good night gently, by any means. Wanting to draw the curtains on their marriage, despite the fact that it had already been crumbling for so long, it had sent Becca into an incredible rage. Throwing glass. Screaming at the top of her lungs at him. Swearing that she wished he would drop dead for cheating on her. And he couldn’t be angry at her. He couldn’t, because he understood how viciously being cheated on hurt, and yet, somehow he had managed to put his own past aside from the kids’ mother and commit her same sin. 

He never meant to fall in love with Freya. It just… sort of happened.

Every late-night conversation. Every meal. Every walk. Every hug. Every kiss. 

He hadn’t known what true lust was until she had vexed his mind. The caveat, like some sick joke delivered by the universe, was that she wasn’t even old enough to drink yet. 

He was old enough to be her dad. Gray enough that they received strange looks when they went out together. She was young ad spry and bubbly and smart as hell, and he was… old. Slowing down. Hurting in his joints and his back. 

It shouldn’t have worked for them, but it did. She made him feel young again. He made her feel safe. Matevos hadn’t known what love truly was until he’d found Freya. 

So he could understand… he could understand why she was nervous to be around Rebecca. Becca was like some viper and Freya—a tiny little mouse, unaware of just how deep those fangs could sink. Tev wanted to protect her from it. He wanted to make sure she never had to be on the other end of Becca’s malice, but his divorce lawyer had suggested he bring Freya along, if only to draw some sort of sympathy from Becca. Luckily, he’d put the ownership of the house and his company in a prenup. The rest of their funds, though…. Still needed some arguing about. 

“Yeah… That’s her’s.” As she came up by him. Brandishing the found item, Tev gingerly took it from her fingers and glanced at it before setting it aside on the sofa to carefully rest his hands against her belly, and press a loving kiss against a rowdy, kicking baby. She was massive; more so than his first wife had been with any of the boys, even. Sleeping with a man almost thrice her size was likely the culprit. But even having his 6’6” ass’ baby would have still been a little easier on her than two babies. He gently tugged her down, to relax in his open lap, and let him lift up her belly for her, to take some of the pressure off her back. “I know,” he sighed heavily, pressing a kiss into her temple as she rested her head back against his chest. “And I don’t want the babies getting stressed either, from the shit she’ll pull, undoubtedly.” He paused, transferring the weight of her belly onto one hand, to go tucking some of her hair back behind her ear. “If you don’t wanna go, I won’t make you. Jason said it might make her feel bad enough to let us keep more than half the savings,” he smirked, slightly, before chuckling. “I’m pretty sure you being pregnant just makes her wanna kill my ass.”

plot: freya johnson. twenty. engaged and seven months pregnant with twins to a man who is already married. if the man has kids, she could have been the nanny. if not, she could have been a neighbor, former student if we go a teacher route, anything really.

'was this your wife's?' freya hums, fingers tracing the edges of the jewelry box. wife. not ex-wife. despite the ring on freya's finger, their engagement was more symbolic than binding. he was married still, a fact that freya was reminded of every day. around every corner of the house where remnants of the woman she'd all but replaced. it was like she was being haunted by it. maybe this was her punishment for falling in love with a married man. the funny thing was given the chance, freya wouldn't change a thing.

she sits the jewelry box back down without opening it. she didn't need to see the inside. all the necklaces and earrings and other trinkets he might have bought his wife over the years. strange that she hadn't taken it with her when she moved out (was thrown out) it was almost as if she wanted freya to find it. some sick reminder that she had been there first. that freya could sleep in his bed, call herself his fiancee, be pregnant with his kid but at the end of the day she was the other woman. the little nymphet who'd ruined another woman's life.

freya placed her hands on her back, sighing softly. she was seven months pregnant and while she had hoped that this divorce would be wrapped up before the little ones arrived, that wasn't looking like the case. they had just under eight weeks until her due date came. two months. to finish a divorce that had been drawn out for months, 'i don't think i should go with you.' she turned to him. they'd spent the morning clearing out one of the guest rooms, which was to be turned into a nursery for the twins. freya had found the jewelry box tucked away in the closet. not hidden but carefully placed, 'i just want this to be over.....' she shook her head, eyes looking at him, 'if you take me to that meeting, all it's going to do is piss her off.' even more than she already is, though freya doesn't say that part out loud, 'didn't the lawyer say that'd be best, anyways?'

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closed thread to @paimonrising

531 Knoxwood Drive. A residence that almost everyone in the station could roll their eyes with a knowing smirk about, because officers were dispatched so frequently to the trailer over domestic disputes that at least a few officers knew the residents by name. June and Felix Wellstone were a couple made in Hell, and the previous night their domestic disputes had finally gotten physical. Everyone at the station knew it was not a matter of it, but when. June hadn’t believed any of their arguments were worth pressing charges over, despite any of the officers’ insistence. That was, until last night, when Felix finally crossed that threshold of emotional violence into physical violence. Put his hands on the girl. Threatened to hurt her cat. All over a minor miscommunication. 

After months of trying desperately to get June to press charges and go into a domestic abuse shelter, Everest had finally been the one to do it. A testament to his de-escalation and negotiation abilities. One of the reasons he had been promoted to Lieutenant was because he could break through the mold with things like this. June had been a tough case to crack, but the sheer amount of relief he’d felt last night, after getting dispatched to the residence at the unholy hour of 2AM, when he had taken hold of June’s shoulders in as gentle a covet as he could, and searched her teary eyes to offer something to anchor to, and softly relayed a notion he was a hypocrite for not taking the advice of himself. 

“You don’t want this forever, June. You know it’s only going to get worse. Tonight it was a slap. Tomorrow? What if he kills your cat? What if he kills you? I’m not trying to scare you—’s just that… when someone loves you, they don’t treat you like this. With contempt. Violence. I’m gonna ask you again—do you want to press charges?”

Finally, finally, finally, the girl had devolved in a heartbreaking torrent of sobs, with a nodding confirmation. It was not good practice, it could lead to liability, but Everest had thrown caution to the wind and curled his arms around her. Held her like she deserved to be held. 

She was too young to be going through this shit. 

And maybe it hit a little close to home. Maybe it hit a lot closer to home than he wanted to admit, because he, too, went home to a spouse that showed him that love was violence. His wife was something to walk on eggshells around. An IED, just waiting for one wrong step to explode. Everest never considered himself a victim of domestic violence, but deep down, he understood. He understood that the same dwindling hourglass existed for him too. She had thrown a knife at him once. She had pounded her fists on his chest, spitting her vitriol at him like he was not the man she vowed to love until death did them part. 

Perhaps he had died long ago, and that was why her affection rescinded. He sure as hell felt like it. His SSRIs were starting to falter again. He’d need to meet with his psychiatrist and ask for a higher dose. A task for another day. Because, today, he was hellbent on interception. 

He was not back at 531 Knoxwood to play solicitor. He was back because he’d found out, just ten minutes prior, that Felix Wellstone had his charges dropped. His release was still being processed when Everest had, in a rather frustrated burst of emotion, strode out to his cruiser, slammed the door, and cut it out of the lot without a word to anyone about where he was going. 

On the short drive down, through the poorest region in the county, he silently coached himself down. Off the precipice. She didn’t deserve to be on the other end of his chagrin, even when it was borne out of care. This girl was going to drive him nuts. If she took this prick back, he wasn’t sure how he was going to keep his mind about him. The anger that had ripped through him last night when he’d gotten there and found Felix trying to discredit June, claiming she made it all up, claiming she was just some crazy bitch, throwing out every expletive he could think of, while June was so terrified that she’d been trembling… it was enough for Everest to lose his cool. Everest Rowe never lost his cool. It was beyond telling that he had all but tackled Felix, thrown him at the wall and jostled him around by the cuffs on the pursuit of taking him down to the jail. 

The entire ride there, Felix had taunted him, about how June was going to change her mind, how she was a liar, and she just didn’t realize that their love was more important than his “discipline”. 

It’d taken several hours for Ev to even fall asleep after his shift. Too wired, too livid to get that call out of his head. 

The only reprieve had been that Wellstone was spending his night in a cell. Everest’s fists met the solid of the trailer’s front door with a pound harder than he intended it to be. 

Clad in black tactical with a nameplate across his pec, a radio clipped around his back and to the front of his uniform chattered with indistinguishable conversation. 

The door opened, and he didn’t have to say anything. His expression said it all. Firm, disappointed, angry. “Seriously?”

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EVERY SECOND that drew him nearer to the restroom was dense with the weight of this decision; the purgatory, where he had set his sin in motion, but could still turn back. If he wanted to. If he was moral enough. If he was sane enough.

But something about Giselle and the sound of the music, drowning out anything and everything but her and that intoxicating floral of her perfume had Adnan weakened and reckless. Still sober enough to make his way into the restroom, and plant his palms face down on the sink's counter to stare at his reflection in the mirror. Almost immediately, inner criticisms began a rage behind his dark eyes. Had he always looked so old? It struck him that he looked like his father. His adam's apple bobbed against his throat as he swallowed. And there, for just a split second, before the much younger woman joined him, he almost cemented a rejection. Snapped out of it. Got the bravado back, to just say no.

And then she walked in. And then she was unbuttoning his shirt, and he lost all of his resolve the second she called herself his teacher's pet.

A smirk pressed up upon his lips, cutting through his thick, dark beard. As her fingers trailed down the front of his shirt, his found her waist, and pivoted her against the edge of the countertop. Pinning her there. But even with her hands on his chest, he still felt something holding him back. Even with a heaviness, pulling warmth through his cock. His wife was right across the hall. This was all so wrong, and yet, his grip went snaking up, hiking the hem of her dress higher, so he could knead at the scarcely covered flesh of her hips. His shirt parted to reveal a thick complement of dark hair, graying here and there, that led down somewhere still hidden below. "You deserved every detention I ever gave you, you know that?" he murmured, playfully, before his touch dared to wander, and his lips dared to capture hers. One hand dove down, between her thighs, to feel at what waited for him there, while the other took gentle possession of her chin, and canted her lips up, for easier devouring.

the way he was looking at her had only made giselle want him more. the thrill of knowing that their wife could potentially see them or even friends that adnan had. yet she didn't care. that's what made it exciting. the woman smiled at him and nodded her head. " five minutes," she repeated. " six to really rile you up." giselle playfully winked. giselle picked up her glass to take a drink while she watched the other walk away into the bathroom. she waited a little over five minutes before setting her glass down, getting off the stool, and made strides towards the men's restaurant. seeing only adnan in there, she locked the door behind her and walked up to the older man where she started to unbutton his shirt. " im excited on what you have to offer me, mr. mahadeo." manicured nails running down his chest. " i think the teacher's pet deserves a little extra credit don't you think?"

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TAGS MASTERLIST - dni.

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FOR NEARLY TWENTY years he had been in love with her; the sort of love that left warmth and dither beneath his skin after they parted. Like electricity, humming with dopamine, Cedar had adored his little Doe since she was young enough to brandish her wounded hand up his way, and turn to him for her comfort and her safety. And he must have been sick—surely—to have discovered himself here, straddled under her bare, exposed cunt, allowing her to bloom in a new kind of love with him. If he were a more righteous man, he would have allowed her to get her glass of water and prance back upstairs without ever breaching the terms of their unspoken societal contract. But Cedar Kennedy was not as righteous a man he might like himself to believe. 

But if sin was so bad, then why did it feel like rapture?

The pleasure of her in his lap was something magnified by the memory of its parallel from so many years ago, where she had always been safe there, and now, with her body grown mature and erotic with femininity, that memory drew some sickened shock into the depths of his want. All burned and frayed at its edges. Shocked not only because he had some criminally young woman in his lap, but because she was her. Shiloh. His babydoll. His princess. She’d referred to him in a nickname better reserved for the man they were both betraying right now for most of her life. And when that whined out chime of daddy struck him, as he was already pressing the firm tip of his clothed cock against the tender, swollen softness of her hole, desperate to thrust up and in, Cedar found his eyes rolling back in bliss unlike anything he’d ever felt before. One second before they fell closed, and his lips parted in a ragged breath that bore some low, pained groan. The sensitive, warm pucker of her now flushed and bitten nipple fell from his mouth, and he leaned back, relaxing into the sofa, allowing her to arch herself amongst the sturdiness of his stature. His hand gripped at her hip, if only to help her grind into the now painful, dense girth he pistoned toward that cute, tiny cunt of hers. All a testament to the agony that it was to resist her. 

But he was well aware, that if this was the first time her body would be accepting another’s into it, she deserved more than a violent couch fuck. She deserved to know just how good her body could feel. Though, Cedar didn’t reason with her begging with any ease. He chuckled, half breathless with shock, half groaning with lust, and opened his eyes again, feeling shocked all over again at the sight of his baby girl, all hot and whiny in her first true arousal. His palms went smoothing at her hair, brushing it out of her flushed face. “I know, sweetpea… I know... You gotta be patient, just a little longer, alright?” he sighed, finding it in him to rein himself back in. The thought of cumming inside of her made his head swim with something addictive; filling her with all of his love, finally taking full possession of her as his and only his. He leaned forward, curling his arm around her waist securely, and pivoting on the sofa to lay her down, briefly reaching over her to tuck a throw pillow beneath her head. Completely exposed to him against a soft, flickering pale blue emanating from the television. His cock hung heavy and thick above her for only a moment, as he took the entirety of her in. In awe. 

“Shiloh, baby… I can’t believe how beautiful you’ve gotten. You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he sighed, reaching forward to press the swell of her glistening, pinked labia apart. The scrunched up hole at the very bottom too tight to really see. The bud of her pretty, rosy clit perfectly plump for his thumb to brush over, so slowly, so lovingly. 

Cedar’s dark pupils were wide, drinking every centimeter of her in. “You don’t have any hair…” he murmured, almost absentmindedly, genuinely perplexed. Just a tiny, blonde, squared out patch sat above it all. He’d never seen a woman’s pussy that wasn’t covered in pubic hair. She was certainly past the age it should have developed. Earlier, he’d thought when he’d had his fingers buried in her that her hair must have just been silken. Now, he could see clearly, as he lowered down, guiding the slenderness of her thighs up, upon the strength of his shoulders. His breath fell hot against her skin, the gray of his beard brushing along her inner thigh as he hummed, groaning, into a kiss against the smooth, soft skin. “I wanna make sure we get you as wet as possible. It won’t hurt as badly. Alright, honeybee? You trust me?” he murmured, grabbing around her hips, and tugging her cunt closer. Close enough that the sweetened scent of her arousal filled his sinuses, dizzying him. Her cunt, so warm, so soaked, just inviting him in for a taste. 

He kissed along her inner thigh again—closer to her cunt, where the crease of it met her most sensitive region. “Hm? You trust Daddy?” he whispered, his eyes falling closed as he sighed, almost relieved, taking her cunt into his mouth in a gently, possessing capture. A groaning hum of 'mmm' in his throat as the taste of her arousal, all that mess she made, sunk into his tastebuds. Down below, his cock pulsated dangerously against the fabric of the cushions.

Her hands came to rest over his. Grounding her from the slow growing panic that had started to settle in her chest. She turned her head just slightly so she could press a kiss to the palm of his hand. It was slow, and gentle the way her full pink lips pressed against his calloused hands. The taste of him. The lingering familiar bitterness of nicotine on his fingers was somehow sweet on her tongue. Or maybe it had just been her infatuation for him making every moment she spent with him so incredibly fulfilling that Shiloh couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. He was satisfying not only physically but to her soul. As such his promise soothed her, rerooting her trust in him deeper into her body. Her daddy could never hurt her. He would never put her in that position.

Her anxiety now quelled Shiloh could feel her lust begin to slowly and surely consume her once more. The underside of his cock, throbbing and filled just beneath her made Shiloh press herself down. Parting her folds so his length could snuggle up between the sweet petals of her soaked flower. Had he been just as naked as her the swollen tip of his cock would have been nestled right against her slippery entrance, so close a deep breath could have been the difference in her virginity.

She released his hands. The way his touch traveled her body made Shiloh’s head tip back, presenting herself to him almost as if she was his gift. Pleasantly and perfectly wrapped just for his hands to reveal all that was underneath. The swell of her breasts found his palms just as her hips began to swivel. Back, she exhaled deeply, the friction on her swollen and sensitive clit was delicious. Forwards, Shiloh moaned out in satisfaction.

She needed him.

Shiloh wrapped herself around him. Fingers tangled in his silver locks of hair desperately pulling him closer to her. Take more of her. Please. Take all of her.

“Bear please!” she whimpered desperately. She was ready for him, she needed him. Her body was aching and even if he didn’t quite fit she was willing to try right now if it mean having him inside of her in the most intimate way. He couldn’t be any closer and she couldn’t be anymore his than when she was filled to the brim with his cum. She couldn’t wait anymore. Her hands dropped to the waistband of his shorts. Her fingers pulled at the elastic allowing her hand to drop inside to slowly stroke his length. “I need it! I can’t wait I need you! I want you to fill me up. Stretch me out. Cum in me. I just need you daddy!”

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️️️          # 𝐀 𝐒 𝐌 𝐕 𝐃 𝐄 𝐔 𝐒.

          o' daemon of Eros, lust incarnate:          crawl your way to hell down the devil's tree.

 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒.  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒.   𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒.  𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒.  𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.