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even back home bonnie stuck out like a sore thumb, and rather than let it get her down, she'd turned it into her greatest strength. forgettable people never made it far, and she was anything but forgettable, which is likely how she'd managed to survive so far off her personality alone. while she wouldn't exactly call roman forgettable, he was quiet enough to miss if you weren't careful, and that's exactly the sort she tended to latch onto. now that she'd caught onto his potential, she couldn't just leave him as he was and go on knowing that he'd likely never be pushed to step outside his shell again. bonnie didn't believe in coincidences, so if the universe brought them together, there must be some reason, a lesson they were meant to teach each other, no matter how small. "you'd look good! you're already pretty, so it wouldn't be hard..." she remained chipper as she began to touch up the edges of his eyeshadow. "we could just get you your own clothes!" if he really wasn't comfortable with it, he didn't have to, but bonnie's persistence could wear down even the most stubborn of opponents. allowing himself to be painted and preened over may have seemed scary, but experimenting with self expression in a safe environment could help him gain the confidence to take risks elsewhere in life. "not too bad... it's nothing the doctor can't fix! we'll get you sorted right out."

bonnie was unlike anyone roman had ever met before and by that very definition, she was dangerous to the way of life he had become so comfortable in. others might've judged him for his closeted way of living but he happened to like it, it was safe and cosy and he had a routine that he kept to religiously, he had no desire to branch out and experience new things and yet somehow he had fallen into bonnie's lap and found himself as her latest play thing. "oh, no. no i don't think so." he tried to laugh off the idea like it was something truly ridiculous but the mischief in bonnie's eyes made it oh too obvious that she wasn't joking or simply trying to compliment him. "i-i'd look stupid and i-i wouldn't want to ruin any of your clothes." he didn't hate the idea of being pretty, though he wasn't sure he wanted to embarrass himself for validation. then again, wasn't that what he was already doing? letting bonnie doll him up and coo over him like he were some barbie doll? like a naughty dog, roman cowered under her gentle scolding and tucked his hands down beneath him, sitting on them so he could be certain he wouldn't reach up again. "yeah, okay. i'm- i'm sorry. did i mess it up a lot?"

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for two men raised in the same way, rufus and his brother couldn't have been more different, which seemed to bronte like proof that you couldn't change your true nature no matter how hard you tried. discipline and years of rigorous conditioning hadn't succeeded in turning rufus into the same rugged survivalist his brother had become because that's not who he was, just as gus would never be an obedient little sheep. he'd never allow his body to be used so easily, whereas rufus was more than willing to offer himself up completely once he grew to trust bronte, which hadn't taken long at all. a little bit of kindness from a pretty face and he'd melted in her hands, softening into a wet lump of clay she could mold into the best possible version of himself. with her interest in rehabilitating him fully, finding comfort in his sexuality was an essential component to his wellbeing as a whole, and she had no doubt that he'd figure it all out quicker than he assumed given how responsive his body was to her. his grasp on her tit was hesitant, though his curiosity seemed to be winning out over his nerves with the way he was venturing out and toying with her nipple, not nearly enough stimulation for her to enjoy, but a valiant effort nonetheless. back arched, she pressed her chest closer to his hand, encouraging him to explore to his heart's content and smiling at his confession. whether that were true or not, she was sure he believed it in the moment, and that meant her efforts had been a success. her hand began to speed up its stroking as she drew him in towards her tits, allowing him to either explore with his mouth or simply rest his head there if it all became too much. "you're beautiful, baby," she hummed beside his ear, fingers softly petting through his hair while her other hand continued bringing him closer to his first climax. "how's that? you feel it in your tummy? don't fight it... you can let it out, you're safe."

gus believed that a good life could only come from persevering through moments of great suffering and coming out on the other side, battered and bruised but ultimately still alive. what he failed to understand was that life didn't have to be difficult, just because theirs had been didn't mean it had to continue being that way and after being shown the light, rufus was determined to never return back to meaningless agony. "i'm not shy." rufus argued weakly despite his body language telling a totally opposite story. the whole thing was incredibly overwhelming for him, he'd spent his entire life as far away from women as possible, left only to imagine them and what they'd be like but now he was expected to touch one and be touched in return, the excitement and anxiety had mixed in the pit of his stomach to create a distracting ache he was doing his best to ignore. from what he thought he understood about men and women, shyness was not something that was for him to perform, he had to be masculine, forceful almost. it wasn't in his nature but perhaps it was yet another thing that bronte could teach him. all he wanted to do was please her, if that meant becoming a different person entirely then he'd do so gladly, especially when said version of himself would likely be a great improvement from the original. he wanted to ask if he was okay, if his body was considered attractive by her or not but the words fell dead on his tongue the second bronte's hand found itself wrapped around his cock again. bronte's breast was soft and warm in the palm of his hand, significantly smaller than that of the woman in the video they'd been watching but he didn't consider that a negative. they suited her body, all sharp edges and long stretches of pale skin, much like his own body- yet another example he'd use to prove that they were meant to be. his eyes remained firmly planted on her tits even with his hand covering one as the judgement in her gaze, positive or not, was still too much for him to bear just yet. "you're beautiful." he managed to mumble between clumsy gropes of her breast, his thumb moving to rub curious circles at her hardened nipple. "so beautiful, i... i think i love you." not that he really understood what that feeling was, it was possible he was mistaking that feeling in his stomach for lovesick butterflies but either way, he felt it was true.

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had it not been for her influence, levi would've become too overwhelmed and lost control the moment he slipped inside her, but instead she'd gotten him into a lax enough state to handle the feeling, at least for now. "see?" she couldn't help but taunt him, cocking her head to the side and fluttering her lashes. "didn't i tell you to trust me?" initially she'd figured it would be her who would be in charge of pushing for more, but ophelia didn't even have to goad him into sinking deeper like she'd thought she would. pious or not, at the end of the day he was still just a man, and men would always be slaves to their own bodily desires. "that's perfect, baby," she assured him, kissing from his cheek across to his ear. "but you can take a little more... you're doing so good." with no way of knowing whether that was true or not, she only had a limited amount of time to enjoy herself before he eventually reached his limit, so she didn't wait for permission before she lowered to swallow another inch. her face was buried in the crook of his neck as she raised her hips until he nearly slipped out, kissing and humming against his soft skin to distract him from the way she'd begun to slowly bounce on him. she'd still yet to sink down all the way, so they weren't properly fucking, but they weren't not fucking either.

he wanted more than anything to live up to the high expectations she had set for him. he was desperate to be deserving of the sweet, honeyed words she cooed into his ear. it was almost as though the soft timbre of her voice draped a warm blanket of reassurance around his shoulders and, despite the voice at the back of his mind still crying out that he wasn't ready, it was quickly drowned out by the shaky, erotic whimpers that fell from her lips. "oh... oh, f-fuck—" fingers digging into her hips in a pathetic attempt to ground himself, levi's eyes screwed shut tight in an attempt to drown out as much stimuli as possible to keep from overwhelming his senses. her cunt was warm and damp around his throbbing cock, soft skin molding around him as though they were meant to fit together. "that's— god, ophelia, that's..... fucking incredible——" it was hard to believe that something that felt so natural could truly be sinful, and as he adjusted to the feeling of her cunt fluttering around him, he found his hips rolling just slightly until he sank further into her. "is that—— is it o-okay?"

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her shaky nod and flushed cheeks weren't exactly the enthusiastic response she'd been hoping to muster, but the fact that she'd gone along with entertaining his whims at all should've been applauded. it should come as no surprise that the mini skirt hadn't been her choice, nor had the skimpy panties she'd been wearing, or the decision to remove them in public all for his exhibitionist pleasure, and still frankie had gone along with it all. the shots he'd encouraged her to take when they'd first arrived certainly helped loosen her up to such a scandalous idea, but she couldn't seem to shake the anxious jitters that came along with being so bare in public, teetering in the heels he'd picked out for her to go with her outfit as she eyed oz's lap warily before glancing around them just to make sure she hadn't been made a spectacle yet. "i'm not..." she pouted, trying to subtly tug at the hem of her skirt without him noticing. now that she'd handed over her panties, she supposed she had no choice but to go through with it, so with a quick breath in and out, she scurried the rest of the way over to where he sat and perched herself atop his thigh, feeling simultaneously soothed and unsettled about being in his grasp. "are you sure no one's looking?" she leaned down to murmur in his ear, shifting her position on his lap to try and remain covered. "what if someone takes a picture?"

"did you do it?" oz nodded down to the piece of fabric clutched tightly within his girlfriend's fist, then extended his hand out for her to hand it over to him. the party was loud and hectic, everyone too involved in their own conversations to take any notice of theirs but he was certain they'd have the attention back on them soon, once they saw how willing she was to show off. "you wanna sit down?" instead of patting the empty spot on the couch beside him, he spread his legs and tapped his upper thigh, an unassuming smile stretched across his face. "c'mon, you agreed to this. don't tell me you're gonna pussy out now." the specific phrase couldn't have been more accurate for their situation and upon realising, oz held back a snort and tried to make his smile as apologetic as possible. "sorry, you know what i mean."

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"no! no, i didn't mean that..." an unfortunate choice of word brought on by his overwhelming emotions, but he couldn't claim it came out of nowhere. from an outside perspective, it was impossible not to question why she would stay with such a piece of shit, why she hadn't gotten help already, why she seemed so resistant to actually leaving- all manner of surface level judgements on her character that fell to pieces once adrien had gotten a more complete picture of her situation and realized just how trapped she was. "he can't take her from you, len, they'd never let him..." they, of course, being the cops and the court system. if he knew one thing, it's that mothers most often ended up winning in custody battles, and with the evidence she had against him of his mistreatment, no judge in their right mind would even think to hand her over to him. "i don't give a shit what he's capable of," he spoke through gritted teeth, careful to keep his volume down. "i'm not the same weak little kid i was back in school, either, ok? if he tries to come for us, he's gonna regret it." he couldn't tell her about the gun he had in the glove compartment without scaring her, but he'd been forced to invest in some form of protection when his relationship with lenora began to get serious, feeling it was only the smart thing to do considering what he knew about how dangerous her husband was. "lenny, please... please." his expression softened as he took a half step closer, reaching down to hold her hands in his as he looked at her pleadingly.

"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."

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"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!"

“you aren’t listening to me! he’s going be home soon, if he- he’s going to see your car on the street and- i can’t go with you! you know i can’t.” like every bad decision she’d ever made, lenora only realised once there was nothing to be done to possibly fix her mistake. marrying her husband at eighteen, letting him knock her up before she was even legally able to drink, her life had ended before it had really began and it wasn’t until he started to let the extent of his drinking habits be known that the truth of her new reality sank in. she’d never wished to be unfaithful, even in the face of the depressing truth of her daily life. her resilience was something that had always been praised, yet she wasn’t immune to loneliness and she had let her guard down. “you’re being mean. you’re- please, please just go. zoë is upstairs, you’re going to wake her up. you’re going to ruin everything! you know i can’t leave.”

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after spending so long devoting her life to her work, astrid didn't see the harm in having a bit of fun. compared to some of the trouble her high powered peers got into, entertaining a younger man for the night was hardly the worst thing in the world. rich men were allowed to have their ditsy barely legal bimbo mistresses in addition to their wives, whereas she was unwed and didn't happen to make a habit of sleeping with people half her age. her longest relationship had always been with her career, and though the work kept her more than satisfied intellectually, it couldn't keep her bed warm the way only another human could, which is what drove her to the same bar every other month in search of a little short term companionship to hold her over until the next encounter. "i've been told it," she smiled at him, genuinely appreciating the compliment though simple and offhanded. most people likely seemed smart to someone of his intellect, but he wasn't so ignorant as to be unable to differentiate between levels of intelligence. it stroked her ego to hear, and she wasn't above easy flattery in the right context. as he answered her, she hummed in understanding, busying herself with a sip of her martini before she spoke again. "i could see you in a magazine... you're very calvin klein." with that, she allowed her gaze to drag down his frame and admire what she could see of his physique through his clothes. he had an all-american quality to him, clean cut but rugged, like a sexy human golden retriever plucked straight from an abercrombie and fitch ad. not her usual type, but even she couldn't deny the appeal. "ah, i see." unemployed... suddenly, his keen attention made a lot more sense, and though such an admission might have turned some women off, astrid didn't mind if he wanted something from her. so long as he was willing to provide her with what she wanted out of him, she didn't mind sharing a little generosity for his efforts. "your generation doesn't have it easy, i'm afraid," she hummed. "but i'm sure you've got a lot more talent than you give yourself credit for, hm?" grasping his chin, she gently held him in place for a moment to admire his features before releasing with a soft chuckle. "regeneration, yes— but i'm sure you've got your own area of expertise in something, no? weightlifting, maybe?" her eyes dipped down to his shapely bicep peeking out of his shirtsleeve, a certain hunger present that he'd be sure to pick up on.

frankie was familiar with astrid's sort, older women who had grown tired with the way that most men tried to either stake claims over them or attempt to prove their dominance over, it was a tiring game and he could understand how one would want to divert away from having to deal with that kind of person. luckily for her, he had no interest in trying to prove anything, he liked to go with the flow and accept what was given to him, rarely asking for more than what was offered, though that worked in his favour when people were often so eager to possess him in some way that they showered him with praise and attention. "sure sounds it. you must be real smart." coming from the mouth of anyone else, his words might've sounded condescending and disingenuous, however he was being nothing but genuine. he could try and act like he understood what astrid was talking about when she explained what she did for work but that would serve little purpose and might get him trapped in a conversation where he had to pretend like he knew more than he did, although astrid likely already had a good inclination that he wasn't putting on some naïve front just for the sake of winning her over for the night. "i've modelled a couple times, nothin' all that serious though." work for friend's portfolios and the sorts, he'd been offered proper work but had always turned it down out of a fear of being expected to do more than he wanted to. he was privileged to have the face that he did, people were so kind and forthcoming to those they deemed as beautiful and he had managed to get through life on the back's of others, it wasn't a trait that many thought was attractive but if in the same shoes, who could deny that they'd turn down such an easy way of living? "but i'm, uh, between jobs right now." it was a gentle way to put it, just in case astrid wasn't as impressed as others tended to be with his ability to float through life without responsibility. "just trying to figure out what's right for me, y'know? never really felt like there was a lot i could do so..." he shrugged and took a long sip of his drink, shooting a coy glance up at her to try and determine what she was thinking about the story he was offering. "i'll tell you what though, sure as shit can't do nothing like cell regurgitation or whatever that was you said."

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EMMA 2020, dir. Autumn de Wilde

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there was something classic about joe without being closed-minded— his work ethic and family values harkened back to the sort of hard working all american man polly had been encouraged to seek out her whole life, and he came without all the chauvinism that typically came default with those sorts of men. that's not what had first attracted her to him, of course, as sexual compatibility played a big part in the initial foundation of their relationship, but it's what led her to continue growing their rambunctious family even without a ring on her finger. all things considered, she really couldn't complain about their relationship when he remained so committed to worshipping her body in all its fluctuating states. his hyperbolic praise brought a soft chuckle, lips remaining in a soft smirk as she gently pet her fingers through his hair and arched her spine to press her chest closer to his big mitts pawing at her. "watch your mouth, mister," she teasingly scolded. "let's not drag jesus into it... he don't have shit to do with these. that's all you." from a chuckle to a sigh, polly took a moment to fully enjoy his mouth on her tits, melting into him as her head tipped back. it was only when his hand found the back of her head that she snapped back into focus, tongue boldly venturing into his mouth and staking her claim before he had the chance to. 24/7 childcare was exhausting, but staying home for most of the day sometimes ended up resulting in a lot of pent up tension, like she was a caged tiger desperate for live prey. she needed a release, and she wasn't afraid to demand what she wanted, grasping one of his hands and bringing it to shove down the front of her sweatpants and into her panties. tangling her fingers in his hair, her other hand was busy encouraging his lips to trail from hers, guiding his face down to her neck. "i'd love to hear 'em if you wanna share..."

by all accounts, joe was a difficult guy to displease. he wasn't fussy, he could adapt to almost any situation, so long as he had a roof over his head and food on the table then life couldn't be all that bad. he was lucky to have everything he had, a stable job, beautiful children and a smoking hot wife who rarely got on his ass about his lax ways. it wasn't to say that he didn't have standards, there were plenty of things he preferred over others, it just so happened that while he'd always found polly gorgeous, the changes that had happened to her body throughout her multiple pregnancies had been exactly his taste. "jesus christ, polls." as exhausted as he was after a hard day's work, the sight of her bare chest would always be enough to kick him back into gear. more than anything, he wished that polly could see herself the way that he did, that he hadn't adapted to loving her new body because there was no other choice but had found her infuriating sexy the whole time. the evidence of the children she had given him only made him even more attracted to her, if that were even possible. "i'm fuckin' obsessed with you." joe mumbled before his greedy hands reached out to grope at her breasts. after a moment of squeezing, he pushed them up and dipped his head down to kiss and suck across the pale flesh, dragging his tongue over the thin stretch marks that had come about when her tits had first ballooned with milk. "yeah, i got plenty of ideas." one hand remained on her breast, tweaking a fat nipple while his other hand moved up to curl around the back of her head to pull her in for a sloppy kiss. with the kids asleep upstairs, they'd need to be quiet as god forbid any of them walk downstairs and catch them in the middle of the act but joe couldn't think about that, not when he had a newly ignited fire burning hot in his gut and his beautiful girl half naked and aching to be touched right there on his lap.

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there was a certain art to blending in with the crowd, and kitty strived to excel at just that. it was just safer that way, comfortable, and she never had to worry about the unintended consequences of drawing attention to herself. what she was engaging in currently was without question the boldest thing she'd ever done, but for some reason the consequences didn't exactly register to her. both the anonymity that public transportation provided and the overly crowded nature of that particular bus made her feel as though she could get away with anything, including practically dry humping a stranger right there out in the open. "m-maybe, yeah..." she struggled to squeak out as his thigh pressed closer to her clothed cunt, briefly clenching her thighs around his before she released and eased back against him. "or another line's down. something like that." if she wasn't mistaken, he seemed to be facing a similar struggle to maintain composure, so she didn't shy away when he pushed himself closer against her, instead rocking her hips back to meet his. "i was... uh... home. from work, i, uh... i nanny."

it was funny, really: he'd hardly noticed her when she first got onto the bus, making brief eye contact when he'd shifted to give her room to slot in beside him, but now there was very little that could draw his attention away from her. every shift in her posture, every subtle noise that fell from her lips... lewis was hyper-focused on the sleight frame tucked in against his despite the growing crowd surrounding them. he watched as her knuckles tightened around the rail she was holding in front of her, his own grip subconsciously tightening around her. far be it from him to judge, but she didn't seem like the type to be quite so daring in public. mousy and fragile looking, he was sure that if anyone were to catch on to their little scheme there would be harsh scrutiny considering he was twice her size (and while not quite twice her age, no doubt he had a good ten years on her). "oh, no need to apologize at all. you're welcome to use me for balance as well." which she seemed more than eager to do, parting her legs and leaning back so that his leg pushed between her thighs. "no? there must be an event downtown driving traffic this way..." his leg pushed further forward between her own until her crotch came to rest against his thigh, the hand he still had pressed against her stomach pulling her further back against him so that she could drag along his trousers just slightly. the bulge between his own legs pressed harder into her back as he struggled to choke back a groan, but still he found his hips pressing forward against her. "are you headed somewhere in particular? running errands or... headed home, maybe?"

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no matter what they did, charlie wasn't delusional enough to believe her feelings for them could be anything beyond professional. if anything, it helped to imagine ginger harboring a mild dislike for them, as that took some of the pressure away. if she already disliked them, at least they didn't have to worry about letting her down by not living up to her expectations, and maybe they could even end up exceeding them if they were on their best behavior. though their performance so far left much to be desired, there was still time to prove they could be a good dog for her, and they couldn't let themself become weighed down by their own frustration with themself. their face was still a rosy shade of pink as they nodded in understanding of her first question, shyly glancing up at her before having to look down again before they lost their nerve altogether. this was exactly what they'd been dreaming about since before they'd even come across ginger specifically, and yet when she instructed them on how to properly embody their role, they had to fight past their shyness in order to do as told. before they could attempt their first bark, ginger shifted positions, stealing their attention as their gaze dragged its way up from her parted legs to meet her expression of pure confidence. it was almost too much, seeing her seeing them, and they felt damp with sweat all over as they forced themself not to look away. swallowing around the lump formed in their throat, charlie's mouth opened before any sound came out, silent for a second or two until they mustered up the courage to let out a weak little "arf". their self consciousness was evident in their hesitant delivery, but they were desperate to please her, and so they clenched their jaw to alleviate some of that tension they felt and straightened their posture from their seated position, chin held high while they tried again with a more substantial "woof", just as requested. if they had a tail, it'd surely be thumping right now, their expression earnest and hopeful as they awaited further commands.

the soft spot she'd had for charlie was not born out of some deep connection she'd felt through their online conversations or a secret sympathy that had made her change her mind on her previously strict opposition to in-person meetings. it truly was as simple as the extra money they insisted on paying. ginger was no saint, she wasn't providing her services out of the kindness of her heart, helping charlie exorcise whatever sexual frustrations they had would feel good, mainly because their desire to please her was obvious but it wasn't done because she was overly concerned with the lives of the horny loners who adored her. "good puppy.... now, we're gonna go over the rules, okay?" she cooed once charlie had crawled over to her, their shy gaze still averted from her face in a show of reverence that had ginger eager to see how far they'd let her take things. "when i ask you a question, you're gonna give me a woof for yes. understand? i don't want any meek little bark either. you aren't gonna need to say no so i won't even bother tellin' you what to do for that. got it?" if there was something wrong and they needed her to stop, ginger had already disclosed in their messages before the meeting what the safe word would be and when they needed to use it. with no objections given, ginger finally straightened up and rested her forearms back against the bed, spreading her legs a little further open, though not enough to let charlie peak up her denim skirt. "tell me... are you a good doggy?"

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being almost entirely convinced that she was only coming onto him as some sort of manipulation tactic to gain the upper hand still wasn't enough to override his hopelessly horny male brain. for the moment, reid still held all the power in the situation, but if he allowed himself to get swept up in the fantasy she was attempting to sell him, she'd have the opportunity to exploit his moment of weakness and escape��� or worse, try to overpower him and end up revealing his true identity. at the same time, he felt it would be foolish to completely reject her advances altogether... losing his virginity the old fashioned way wasn't a plausible option, and though he didn't kill solely for sexual thrills, he'd be lying if he said thrusting a knife into a pretty girl's gut and hearing their blood curdling screams turn to gurgling choked coughs didn't get him at least a little hard. his gaze immediately dipped to eye each bit of flesh she revealed with the unbuttoning of her dress, mouth practically watering from desire and his pits dampening with sweat. he hadn't even noticed the slight trembling of his hand until he saw his knife moving, jaw clenched as he breathed hard through his nose and tried to regain composure despite the way the sight of her bare chest made him feel as though he'd been set ablaze. seeing a naked woman on his computer screen in no way compared to the real thing, his eyes didn't know where to focus as they tried to drink her all in at once, her perky tits and trim waist and legs that seemed to stretch on for an eternity. "yes," he answered her a bit too hastily, grateful that she was taking the lead somewhat. "and put your hands... put your hands on that." with his knife, he gestured to a table nearby, taking a moment to shut his eyes and take a deep (but quiet) breath to soothe his frayed nerves.

she found the uncertainty of what was going on behind his costume thrilling, unfortunately. the pace of her usual relationships had become so predictable, leaving her to wade through the motions without ever experiencing any excitement or spark which she'd believed from a young age was what she deserved. something about staring into the dark, cold eyes of the mask he wore though took away the inevitable expectations she was used to seeing in men's eyes. the stutter was unexpected, but ginny followed his order nonetheless and remained silent as he put some distance between them. it would've been easy to mistake the squeak she let out as fearful, but the way her cheeks flushed indicated a different sort of excitement and suddenly she found it difficult to catch her breath. she bit down hard on the inside of her cheek to keep the nervous grin she could feel rising from taking over, fingers trembling with excitement as they rose to begin unbuttoning her dress. "of course." her chest was still heaving as she let the thin material fall to the floor, leaving her chest bare as her nipples hardened due to the sudden breeze. he hadn't requested as much, but ginny was quick to step out of her thong too, kicking it to the side so that she stood completely bare before him. she'd never felt as vulnerable as she did with his knife pointed at her naked body, but rather than instill fear in her it excited to the point of arousal pooling between her thighs. "should i.... turn around?"

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dating a witch wasn't nearly as dramatic as the monster-of-the-week style teen shows he'd binged as an adolescent, but they still had their fair share of supernatural ya romance moments. it was impossible to predict exactly how her charms and potions would work on him, which was precisely the need to use him as a guinea pig in order to hone her craft, and though lorelei often neglected to tell him what was meant to happen with her magical experiments, he trusted her intentions. whether his erection was an unintended side effect or the whole purpose of the potion, dylan was too overwhelmed to even try to guess. his mind had become clouded with lust so suddenly and unexpectedly that all he could focus on was that maddening heat brewing in the pit of his gut. lost in a daze, he barely registered lorelei had rushed to his side until her hands were on his face, immediately reaching out to grasp one of her wrists in a tight grip as he turned his hazy gaze her way. even the quality of his vision had shifted, a soft glow seeming to surround her like some sort of angel sent to alleviate him of his ache. before he could process what she'd asked of him, he gave in to his needs and surged forward to plant his lips on hers, beginning to sit up in his haste to get closer to her. his whine morphed to a rumbling sort of growl as he gripped her face, reaching down to wind an arm around her waist to try and pull her down on top of him.

lorelei didn't doubt her own skills or capabilities when it came to her craft but that wasn't to say she thought she was infallible. there was always the possibility that she'd made a mistake somewhere in the process, added too much of something or not nearly enough and while she was confident she'd never make a big enough mistake to cause any lasting damage, dylan was much too precious to her to not worry what he might go through for her sake. thankfully, the potion had exactly the results she'd been hoping for. the moment that he hunched over, lorelei's eyes shot down to between his legs and watched as the denim around his crotch strained with the pressure of his sudden erection. she'd expected it to work but the efficiency at which it had taken told of dylan was impressive, if she hadn't been so taken off guard by her own sudden wave of pride and arousal then she would've taken out her notepad and began jotting down notes. "oh-" before she could begin to start questioning him, dylan stumbled backwards and lorelei stood there in total surprise, frozen in amazement at how quickly everything had happened. after a moment of staring, her feet regained the ability to move and she scurried over, immediately throwing herself down beside him and cupping his face between her palms to feel his temperature. "can you take it out, please?" she asked, nodding down to his crotch. there was no point in playing coy, a proper analysis of the potion's affects would need to take place and that involved testing whether it was only dylan's body that had been affected or if his mind too was going to cloud with the weight of arousal.

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Aidan Turner as Declan O'Hara Rivals 1.01, "Episode #1.1"

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the sort of worship pinkie was so easily able to shower upon fig didn't necessarily come naturally to her. she'd been known as something of a womanizer before they'd met, able to easily evade accountability through charm alone, but fig wasn't the sort of girl she could just fuck and ghost. a high quality woman like that deserved only the most devoted of partners, and considering how sought after she was, if pinkie couldn't give her what she needed, she could easily go and seek it elsewhere. in addition to her quick temper, pinkie's intensely competitive nature meant she wouldn't allow her girl to be stolen right out from under her nose by some fuckboy, but it wasn't merely possessiveness that drove her to covet fig. she'd never been with someone who matched her level of devotion and her fiery spirit to a tee, and as protective as she was over fig, pinkie felt just as cared for with the way fig looked out for her. things between them weren't always easy, and they'd had their fair share of fights over petty disagreements, but fig was the woman she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, god willing, and anyone who came in their way would have to be dealt with swiftly. "what?" she snickered at fig's attempt at scolding her, knowing full well just how hot she happened to find it when pinkie fought. for the sake of maintaining her freedom she'd do her very best to abstain from any sort of activity that could land her back in jail, but it's not like she could predict with 100% accuracy exactly what would happen in the foreseeable future. if the circumstances called for it, pinkie would do what she had to defend fig, consequences be damned. her need to protect wasn't something she could turn on and off like a switch, it was deeply ingrained within her being and something she considered an essential facet of her persona. life hadn't dealt her the best cards, so she'd learned early on how to fight her own battles in the only way she knew how. "what a way to go..." down on her knees before fig, pinkie found herself torn between wanting to take her time and simply tearing fig's panties off and ravishing her cunt, but it seemed as though her hunger would end up winning out once her attention was drawn up to watch the reveal of fig's tits. "fucking christ," she breathed, pausing her actions to stare up in awe of her immaculate form. when she regained brain function a moment or so later, she moved a hand from fig's hip to one of her tits, feeling the weight of her flesh and the suppleness of her skin with a groan before letting go of her altogether so she could instead grasp at the waistband of her panties and peel them off as quickly as she could manage. once she was bare, pinkie didn't waste another second teasing and instead tucked herself back in between fig's thighs, immediately lapping at her glistening folds while both hands lifted to grope at her chest. being back in her favorite spot, with the most perfect pair of tits in her hands, pinkie only became that much more determined to never let anything come between them again, come hell or high water. "fuckin' love you, baby," she managed to mumble in between slurping licks, gaze trained up at her like the most loyal lapdog.

fig had been around the block a few times but never before had she met someone like pinkie, someone so unashamed in their willingness to show complete and unquestioning devotion. there was no part of fig that doubted that she was a catch, she was smart, funny, exceedingly beautiful and had more money than she knew what to do with, all to say that she expected a certain level of obsession when it came to her partners and no one had satisfied her criteria as fully as pinkie had. "baby..." as stern as she tried to sound, it was nearly impossible for fig not to let the thrill at the thought of pinkie defending her again seep past her attempt at strictness. they couldn't risk getting into trouble again and yet few things before had ever managed to give her the thrill of watching pinkie beat up the man who'd been harassing her that night at the bar. she'd never doubted pinkie's dedication to her, from the moment they'd met they'd been attached at the hip, their forced separation with pinkie's stint in prison was the longest they'd been apart since their first date and fig was determined to never repeat those awful months, no matter what that mischievous voice in the back of her head was trying to encourage. they had all they needed in each other's company, the rest could be forgotten. it was tempting to lay there and get pinkie to list off every single thing she'd missed about her since being locked up but there were plenty of other things she could be doing with her mouth instead and as much as fig loved to be complimented, pinkie's skills with her mouth were hard to resist. it was funny how much time she'd spent picking out the perfect pair of underwear to wear now that she wanted nothing more than to strip free from them and give pinkie full access to her bare body. clumsily, fig reached up to tug up her bra, enough to let her perky tits pop free, her nipples hard and already sensitive in anticipation of being pinched and played with. "that's right. i'm gonna kill you if you don't hurry up and eat my pussy." the teasing had been fun for a short while but fig was not known for her abundance of patience. she wanted what she wanted and needed it right away, teasing was only fun when she was the one doing it. her clit throbbed against the gentle pressure of pinkie's tongue and one hand returned back to her wild mass of curls, her nails scratching against her scalp as she tugged and shoved her face harder against her covered cunt.

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according to what she'd been taught, capturing her target's attention was supposed to be the easy part. their appearances were meant to exceed the current beauty standards, making them desirable to anyone attracted to their gender, but her current mark seemed to regard her as nothing more than a minor nuisance rather than a viable sexual partner. perhaps he was homosexual, in which case elowyn wasn't sure how she was meant to proceed. surely one of the elders had gone over this exact hypothetical over the course of her training, but that must've been when she found her mind drifting off to other, more pleasant topics. it wasn't that she didn't want to be a pixie, or that she disagreed with their life's mission, just that she wasn't exactly the most enthusiastic about the soul stealing aspect of their existence. if it was necessary to maintain a healthy environment, she would do what was expected of her, but she wouldn't take any pleasure in the act the way some of her peers seemed to. this was simply something she had to get over with, and he certainly wasn't making things easy. "oh... i don't go out much, so i guess i wouldn't know. i'm actually new in town— maybe you could recommend somewhere... nicer?" she tried to play her ignorance off with a giggle, twirling a lock of hair around her finger in a display of ditzy absentmindedness. every time she caught his attention for a moment, he'd just as quickly avert his gaze elsewhere, a frustrating game that had her leaning over the pool table towards him to try and get his eyes back on her. "what's your name? or should i just call you 'mr. grumpy bad at pool guy'?" switching tactics, she attempted to poke at his ego, hoping to get some sort of reaction out of him beyond polite yet detached rejection.

she clearly had some kind of ulterior motive to talking to him because as distracted as he was trying to keep himself from the reality of his life, murph was very aware of how tired and unkept he looked, by no stretch of the imagination did he look like some catch she just needed to have. if she wanted money, she was definitely looking in the wrong direction. someone to fuck? despite it having been months since his ex left him, there was still part of him that was pining for the comfort of their relationship and recognised he wasn't ready to move on just yet, even with something as simple as a one night stand. "yeah, well... most guys in bars are like that. you're better off finding somewhere else to drink." he tried to sound as polite as he possibly could, after all it wasn't her fault that he wasn't interested. she was clearly a beautiful woman, anyone else in that bar would surely love to entertain her for the night and she just so happened to have committed herself to having the one man who wasn't able to give her what she wanted. he glanced over to her momentarily, eyes remaining on her face as he took in her hopeful, innocent look, then turned back down to the pool table, seemingly no change having occurred in his resolve. "seriously, i can't help you... but i... i hope you have a good night."

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fame had elevated leda to an almost godlike status in the eyes of her fans, but it wasn't all as glamorous as it seemed. the more notoriety she gained, the lonelier she became, finding it difficult to relate to those who didn't understand her plight as a highly public figure, and those of a similar status as her only seemed interested in appearances and optics rather than an actual connection. it was all about giving off the impression that she lived the dream life, but behind closed doors her life was in shambles. letting anyone in was scary- once leda gave them the opportunity to truly know her, flaws and all, and in doing so, she gave them the power to destroy her reputation as the polished, perfectly put together it girl of hollywood. whoever she allowed in her inner circle would need to walk a fine line between devotion and practicality, obsessed enough with her to do whatever it took to keep their job, but not so obsessed they overstep her boundaries in the hopes of getting closer to her, and so far goldie had proven herself to strike the perfect balance. "good girl," she praised with a small smile, finally taking the matchbook at the same time she held the end of her cigarette over goldie's outstretched palm and tapped the excess ash off. "thanks, doll."

it had been difficult at first for goldie to believe that leda was a real person, after spending so much time at the pictures with her as nothing more than a face on a screen, it had been an emotional whiplash to suddenly see her in real life, made of blood, bone and skin like everyone else. for her, it was like seeing the face of god after having grown up listening to all of the stories of him, only she now had doubts that even god could have anything to rival leda's greatness. the rest of the world loved her but she'd been surprised to find out that not everyone respected her the way that she did. being her personal assistant meant she was in constant close quarters, it gave her an opportunity to see first hand the sort of inappropriate behaviour that leda had to suffer and it made her all the more eager to be the one person in her life who she could trust wholeheartedly. with one hand resting on her thigh, keeping her skirt flush to her legs as it fought to ride up, she extended out her other hand to leda with a small, obedient smile.