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I am beyond annoyed that I got called into work on my day off yet again but I’m itching to get some writing done so I will be around in about 2hrs once I’m freed from my capitalist prison 🙏

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July 26, 2023

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BREAKING BAD 4.06 — cornered

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sorry I’ve been MIA again friends, this past week I had to work a lot and am currently on a 16hr shift 😔 I’ll be working through the weekend as well but may be able to get on to do some drafts. thank you to everyone who is being patient with me ❤️

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whew it has been a looooong week ( and it's still not over yet rip ). I'm gonna try to get to some of my drafts in about an hour!

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JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN Promotes Destination X/Dead City on the Today Show

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watching rich kids go skint and now I desperately need an age gap mxf plot based off of it!

muse a is an 18-21yo who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth - never had to work for anything her entire life. a rich girl with a soft, empathetic heart who knew nothing but fancy dinners made by their private chef, lavish vacations, + growing up without the faintest idea of the true value of money.

muse b is the husband to a family of three, living in poverty and barely scraping by. their family has agreed to let muse a live with them for a year for a reality tv show. he’s rugged and no-nonsense, jaded by their struggle, grew up poor himself and now deals with shame over never having been able to get his own family out of poverty.

give me them falling in love right under everyone’s noses! them secretly visiting each other’s bedrooms when they’re alone. them having intimate, vulnerable moments that the show producers encourage because it’s good for views, but now they kinda sorta always want to be around each other.

give me culture shock and him reassuring her and being the paternal figure in her life that her own father wasn’t. like or dm if interested in writing this plot with me!

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holy shit!! tumblr finally gave me my sideblog back!! please go follow me there ( @asmvdeus ), as that is where I'll be posting my threads going forward!

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closed thread to @moondustlings     —    cont'd from open starter.

WHEN THE ACTS of man finally parted the earth, that demon below certainly would consume Adnan's flesh with flames deserving of his sin; that second circle of Hell, where lust spelled demise—he finally understood. What drove men to do such cruel things such as tarnishing the sanctity of a twenty-year marriage for sex. Why depravity took precedent where logic should have prevailed.

Because Odessa—she was not just some girl in his fourth period class. She was not just some recent graduate who had written some of, if not the, most eloquent and compelling work he'd read in his career. She was some sort of vixen; a siren with an intoxicating song. Someone who had been singing her hymns to him in the back of his classroom for so many years, teaching him of perspective and emotion he'd never been privy to through his own lens. She had vexed his mind first.

Now, here she was... just months after their final dance together. Him in the pews, clapping and cheering for her as she accepted her plaque of accomplishment, that graduate's gown billowing around her form. He'd felt so... paternal towards her then. Where was all of that fatherly admiration now? Why could he not find it—with those doe's eyes of hers still rounded with youth, instead he noticed her budding maturity. The slightly more pronounced features, slowly, slowly shedding their baby fat. As though it could be justification. All of that sin he had kept locked up behind bar and key, now there for his taking. Hell, throwing itself at him.

He'd lost his strength around her so many moons ago. The weight of his decision hung in the balance of his morality—but that ship had already sailed, hadn't it? The moment he'd dared to let his hand explore her thigh, where the smooth, soft skin of her pliant body looked perfect beneath his touch. He wanted her so badly he couldn't think straight. He couldn't find logic, or reason, or anything that resembled it. Just her. Odessa.

Their noses brushed along one another and he felt his reservations dissipate. His wife would be out soon. The sound of his formal nomenclature on Odessa's lips was enough to drive a man mad. Indecent.

Tell me you don't want that, Mr. Mahadeo.

He couldn't. He couldn't because he desperately, desperately wanted that.

His wife would kill him.

That would be an argument for another day.

Wordlessly, he snaked his hand further up her thigh, beneath her dress, testing the limits of his own conscience. There, where he kneaded gently at her softness, Adnan found no conscience waiting for him.

"It'll have to be your place..." he murmured, the idea that her place may very well be her parents' home not fully registering. "Who's to say I don't think you're lame? Hm?" he teased, his baritone in a low covet. He'd missed her. Even despite the heart-pounding eroticism of how they entangled now, even if they did nothing but share another conversation for the entire night, he would be content. Though, the steadily growing bulge forcing against the denim of his jeans certainly told a different story.

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@support @humans giving this a shot - can you guys please look at my ticket for my terminated sideblog asmvdeus ? It’s been almost 2 weeks with no answer

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okay I got some replies finished! gonna take a break and then get back to more drafts :)

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A SENSE OF awe washed down over Cedar at her question. The same softened dither that he'd so often felt for her throughout her life. Something deeply protective and gentle and loving, so extremely loving. He adored the living hell out of Shiloh, even if his body now thrummed that adoration to a new tune. She would always be his sweet girl, and he couldn't even fathom hurting her. Now, with the light emanating off the television, he could see the remnants of tears she'd shed just moments ago in the kitchen. As she crawled into his lap, he welcomed her in, his hands finding such natural cup around her face again. "Of course, sweet pea..." he murmured, brushing his thumbs along her cheekbones. "We'll go slow. You tell me to stop, and I'll stop. Alright?" he cooed, all in that same paternal inflection he'd held with her for years.

The sight of her, fully nude, was something that stole his senses from him. A harsh, demanding throb pulsed powerfully from the depth of his lust straight through the tip of his cock as she sat down in his lap, and rutted her bare, lusty cunt along the underside of it. Cedar took a long, deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

His lips found her forehead again, if only to have a moment to close his eyes and find some footing in the excitement she'd drawn up within him. With her top discarded, tossed somewhere off to the side... the eroticism of her body came full into view. He almost felt dizzy. Something shocked and fixated came over him as his gaze flickered down from those big doe eyes of hers to her now exposed tits, hanging heavy and perfect, positioned with intense femininity against her otherwise slender, lithe body.

He still practiced those slow, tempo'd breaths. His cock lurched against the heat of her sex, as his rough grip went coasting up her belly in some slow caress until he'd grabbed gentle fistfuls of that inviting, doughy flesh. Kneading at it, rolling her puckered nipples in between his fingers and giving them gentle little tugs.

Something almost incredulous huffed from his throat. A chuckle, deep and low. "You grew all this just for me, huh?" he teased, his cock tenting up against her holes beneath his shorts' fabric. "Jesus Christ, sweetpea... you are gorgeous. Just..." he inhaled a shaky breath, before slowly kneading one of her tits forward, towards his mouth. "Fuckin' perfect," he murmured, his eyes falling closed with a groan as her nipple fell in against his tongue.

For a second after the removal of his finger Shiloh had feared the worst. Not that her parents had walked in or that the house was coming down on top of them but that he'd changed his mind. For a second she feared he'd say that her choice to save herself for him was the exact reason he couldn't go through with this. Or that he had suddenly had a moment of clarity that turned his lust into shame. Would she blame him? No. She couldn't imagine the thoughts that came along with his position. Especially when she took into consideration how Cedar could have been her father considering how large of a parental role he played in her life. She called him daddy after all.

For a moment she became self conscious. Was she not enough?

Only the moment before her panties were slid down her body. She could breathe a sigh of relief. This wasn't ending. More than that, there would be more pleasure to come. Her heart fluttered at the idea of him finally penetrating her. As she stepped out of the little shorts she'd thrown on just for him she stole a moment to glance at the front of his shorts. More specifically at the length of his member hiding underneath. As he turned towards the living room Shiloh took a slow deep breath. She was anxious about this. Considering how his finger had hurt, the pain of stretching around him now that she'd seen what he was working with was on the forefront of her mind.

As he sank down onto the couch Shiloh smiled just a bit. An obviously nervous smile. Yet, even with the anxiety she pulled the tight and sheer shirt she'd worn off of her body and slowly climbed onto his lap. Her hands tangled in his hair so she could press a heated and slow kiss against his mouth. "I'm sure." She responded. "I want it... but..." She watched the contrast of his calloused and aged fingers dances with her much more slender and soft ones. "will you be gentle?" Her voice was soft, innocent almost and yet still layered with just as much lust as she settled her bare cunt over the thick and throbbing bulge in his pants. Wetting the fabric with her arousal.