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this blog is going on a indefinite hiatus.

yesterday i lost my best friend, my dad. he was 63. i don't even know what to feel and it hasn't even been 24 hours, but i will obviously be going away and i don't know when i'll be back. you can unfollow me, that's okay, and just know i cherished our stories and writing has been such a fun hobby. i just didn't want to leave completely without giving a reason why. i might come back one day when i need something to fill my time but unless i don't, take care of yourselves and the ones you call family. it's been real.

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my activity has been spotty to say the least and to get my mind back in it, i need to gauge interest in what i have since it has been so long for some things. whether we have one thread or a million, please like this or message me to let me know you want to continue our things (or even make new ones!)

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Do you still- still love me?

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i just want a best friends plot ok, hear me out. say they’ve been besties since like the start of high school or smth and she’s liked him like for ages but he’s always been to dumb to see. but then they’re like now in college or smth and he realises now that she’s like perfect for him but she’s getting attention from more guys now and he’s like no she’s mine i had her first. and then angst ensues bc they fight over things what can i say i like torturing my characters and just they can go on cute ice skating dates and cry to each other at 1am over a boy/girl even though they’re clearly in love w/ each other and they can have tv marathons and send dumb texts to each other and i jUST. this is so out of order but pls give it to me

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MADELYN CLINE –– 2023 MTV Video Music Awards (September 12, 2023)

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her heart raced as he got up from the bed. a model student, brandy had never so much as snuck a peek at another boy, knowing she was always being watched, either by an elder or the higher power and she didn't want to be a loose girl with wandering eyes. never did she think her brother would be the first man she saw, but she also knew that this was the divine plan and she had been indoctrinated to never question it. greedy eyes drank in the sight of his bare back, the simple act of removing his shirt coloring her cheeks to a deep shade of pink. she was actually a little relieved when he asked for her to close her eyes, feeling like seeing any more would be completely overwhelming. the muffled sound of clothes being removed was the only thing she heard beyond her own labored breathing, hoping it wasn't too loud and he'd make a comment on it when he returned to bed. it's not until the bed dips with his weight and he gives her the all clear does she open her eyes, noticing that he doesn't have a shirt on. that must be how husbands and wives sleep, she reasoned as she tried not to overthink it.

still sitting next to him, she nods to his words, eyes suddenly feeling heavy at the mere mention of sleep. it's like all the events of the day have washed back over her, a reminder of just how busy they had been up until these private, quiet moments between them. shifting herself down and under the covers as well, she lays still for a moment, stopping herself from tucking the blanket up to her chin. turning her head to him, she asks, "do we cuddle now?" in her mind, couples cuddle every night before bed. the idea of being wrapped up in your lover's embrace fueled so many of her childhood fantasies. would he be willing to indulge her on their very first night of being man and wife? "we don't have to if you don't want to," she quickly added on, already beginning to ramble in her nerves. "i just thought to ask because it's cute but i also get it if you don't think so. plus it's hot so maybe it's best we don't-" on and on she went, wishing she had never even asked in the first place.

"So defensive! I didn't say you did-- in fact, I said the exact opposite. Which only makes me think, I was wrong and you do snore," he teased. It wasn't likely that she did, but he knew how tense and how tired she must be. The ceremony took the majority of the day, all of it building to a peak that wasn't going to happen. Which again, was fine by him. But all that potential energy, that anxiety and restlessness must be stored somewhere right? It had to still be weighing her down and a little levity couldn't hurt. As she gathered her nightgown, he debated on fetching his own sleepwear. His sleep shorts and top were packed away in his suitcase but something about that gave him pause. Perhaps there would be no consummation but he could still enjoy a bit of luxury, could he not? So he stayed put, his mind drifting idly until she returned, standing in front of him-- undressing.

Micah felt a flash of familiar heat, cheeks no doubt holding a soft tinge of red as her dress hit the floor. She was his wife, he understood that well enough, but in his mind, Brandy had always been that sweet little girl playing with dolls and dreaming of what life might be like. Seeing her like this, much of her skin exposed-- it felt different. He hadn't seen a woman in so little except for when and he held no hesitation as she asked him to turn. It was a relief, likely for both of them. Micah chewed the inside of his cheek, waiting and trying to work through what it was he was feeling. Embarrassment? Shame? Lust? The first two shouldn't have plagued him. She was his now, sister or not. He need not feel any shame with the Elder's blessings. And the last...it surprised him more than anything. That feeling that Brandy was a child no longer and that she was just as unmistakably beautiful beneath the cloth that covered her as she was inside.

His brow furrowed a bit as she called to him. Given that heat and those thoughts, Micah knew he'd been affected by her. It wouldn't be something he could hide, only ignore as she slipped into bed and waited. He swallowed, moving to his feet with a nod. He kept his back to her as he peeled off his shirt, revealing an expanse of skin to her before he looked over his shoulder, "Alright, close your eyes," he said softly, knowing she had no choice in the matter. He'd done as she asked and he knew she would too as he turned and slipped out of his slacks.The slight bulge in his underwear would have been unmistakable as he climbed into bed beside her. Micah sighed softly, eyes staring up at the ceiling, willing his mind to think of anything else. "Alright, we're good," he said, feeling a little less exposed beneath the blankets. "Now, let's get some sleep. Tomorrow will be just as long so we'll need the energy,"

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Wanted plots based off of rom-coms:

10 things I hate about you: muse a, the badass, was paid to date muse b, the hard headed and scary one that doesn’t date, so that the person that hired them could take out their sibling. Lots of ups and downs with muse b trying to resist muse a’s attempts at charming them and then inevitably giving in. Could even mix in the part where muse b finds out the truth for some extra angst!!

The wedding date: muse a’s sibling is getting married and so muse a hires muse b, an escort, to accompany them home for the wedding. It’s the first time muse a has been home since their fiancé broke things off with them and muse a wants to put on a show that they’re okay and not still caught up on what happened. Muse b charms her and her family and they fall for each other, and her family opens up about certain family secrets that muse a didn’t know before. Cue the drama of muse a being upset that muse b found out before she did and let the angst unfold!!

Going the distance: muse a meets muse b while muse b is in town for a few months for an internship. They vow not to make it anything serious since muse b isn’t permanently there but when muse b’s internship is over, muse a confesses their feelings and the two agree to do long distance. Just give me the ups and downs of long distance!! One trying to find a job where the other is, the late night phone calls, the quick trips, and the universe working against them.

The proposal: muse a is on the verge of getting deported and muse b, her assistant, makes a deal with them to marry them in order for them to get their green card so that they can stay in the states. The downside? The two of them hate each other and muse a knows nothing about muse b. In an attempt to get to know them better, they go home with them over the weekend and in between the fighting with each other and the family, they fall for each other.

27 dresses: muse a is always the bridesmaid for all of her friends and muse b is the opposite. They hate weddings, despite being a writer for weddings due to their own fiancé cheating on them years before. Muse b is trying to find an out in their career so that they can take it in a different direction other than weddings and while trying to come up with a way to do so, muse a leaves their planner behind in a shared taxi/uber with muse b, in which muse b discovers how many times muse a has been in a wedding. So, muse b takes the story to their boss and is given this one chance to make a story better than the ones they write for weddings. Muse A’s sister is getting married and muse b uses that as an excuse to get closer to get their story and in the midst of it all, they fall for her. Before they can take back the story or tell muse a about it, it’s published and they’re completely embarrassed. Cue angst and feelings!!

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stop. those four letters cause her frame to freeze because like an idiot, she gets her hopes up too easily. carmen tells herself that he comes up with some bullshit, she's gone. for good. so when he talks, she waits with bated breath, listening to him. his struggle, how his words stutter as he fights to get them out. and when he admits that she makes him feel different, she knows she's done for. her heart is already fluttering with the possibility that maybe she means more to him than he wants to admit. before she had any chance of a rebuttal, he's advancing on her, moving her so quickly against him that her eyes widen, unsure of what he's going to do next. yet when the door clicks and he's pulling her into a kiss, that's when she's decided that she no longer cares.

this isn't their first kiss, not by a long shot, but it's the first one that holds so much. there is so much left unsaid between them that it feels like their both trying to just let it out all. the kiss is full of everything - passion, lust, feelings, anger, longing. her hands move up to hold his face still because a part of her feels like he'll pull away when this becomes too much, that he'll run away again. the world fades away as she lets herself fall into him, both emotionally and physically. her body leans against his, her tiny frame getting a much needed boost thanks to the customary stripper heels all the girls wear. one eye opens as she weighs her options, finally deciding on the worn leather couch in the corner. "over there," she mumbles against his lips, her hands already moving down to begin to unbutton his shirt, desperate to feel his skin on hers. "couch. now."

Their already confusing and fragile working relationship was crumbling. Dominic had allowed his ego to take too much control and now she was walking away. For whatever reason, he felt like the feelings lingering would be permanent; her resenting him for trying to control him and him feeling hopeless when it came to his feelings for her. Everything was telling him to beg her to stay here. All he wanted was a picture perfect ending where they get to at least explore these emotions. But he was always holding himself back.

The door opened and the music threatens to take her away from him. "Fuck." The owner groans and rubs his eyes in frustration. "Carmen. Stop." His eyes were closed from the feeling of pushing outside of his comfort zone. "Please. I just—Give me a fucking second to get my thoughts straight. Don't go." The world began to slow down. It was like he were trapped in this slow-motion moment. Every action felt critical. "I'm so sorry—I'm just—You make me feel... all these different kinds of ways." His words made little sense. It was a lot to expect a man to express his emotions verbally.

Even before she could make a response, he reaches for her hand and pulls her in. What he wanted to say was that he had feelings for her that he wasn't sure what to deal with. For so long it was hard to watch her work because of his attraction to her, but now became even harder because it felt like it went beyond physical attraction. Dominic wanted to tell her that he felt horrible about controling who she could dance with, but truth be told, he really just wanted her to himself. 

But before he could say any of that, he found his lips pressed onto hers while his hand shut the door behind her. 

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"um ... green?" laughing quite loudly, she instantly snapped a hand to her mouth. "i'm sorry, i've just never thought of sherbet as flavors, so i have no idea how to answer that question." picking up her phone that had gone ignored up until that moment, she quickly pulls up a browser and types in a couple words. "it's lime," she answered as she showed him the results of her finding, shrugging a shoulder as she set it back down on the couch. "and it's good, so that's all i care about." the question about desserts as meals and sherbet flavors couldn't last forever as she opened up to him, and she was pleasantly surprised when he actually gave her honest feedback in return. it was an interesting perspective, one that made her think for a moment before she nodded. "i guess so, yeah. i would have really sucked if i lost a fiancé, not just a boyfriend."

taking another sip of her boba, she quiets. curiosity seems to be bubbling over, questions about him and his life wanting to fly out all at once. she didn't know if it was her lack of human interaction during her self-imposed solitude or a genuine desire to get to know her roommate. "what about you? have you ever gone through a bad breakup?" even before her own, she hadn't really seen him bring anyone over, not that she had been paying any special attention. now she felt she just might. "art," she answered, "or whatever you feel like sharing. i don't want to pry." she brought the straw between her teeth to prevent any more babbling, wanting him to show her the things he felt comfortable. "just watching you now, you're talented and i'm curious," she reasoned, hoping her tone was nonchalant.

The gymrat in Valerius wanted to counter that eating at a certain time didn't change that ice cream was always going to be a dessert because the young woman did really look upset. Normally, War wouldn't care about hurt feelings either. He wasn't a particularly agreeable person and put little effort into maintaining relationships, but if she was going to get lively about this, War decided he was serving his purpose in this instance. "Green sherbet? What flavor is that supposed to be?" He raised an eyebrow, expecting some answer of wheat grass or avocado, trying to mentally prepare himself to remain expressionless.

War stilled, listening as she gave an honest answer to his question. Most people didn't open up to him and he understood why; communicating was a two way street he didn't walk down. "That's a long time, sure, but isn't it better to know now that it's not going to work out than to try and force it and being stuck in it longer? Three is usually the tipping point, isn't it? Engagements and moving in together... so if anything you got out before it could've been worse." Maybe he wasn't being comforting, but despite the reality of what he was saying War had managed to say it in a gentle tone of voice. His eyebrows drew together and he looked down the hall to his room. "Like all of my stuff or just more of my art?" He had plenty of things that defined him in his room but out in the common area it was solely the tattoos covering his body and on the tablet he was carrying around.

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her mind is swimming with all sorts of thoughts, and evalyn is beginning to feel sick, her stomach swirling with a terrible mixture of guilt, lingering anger, and hurt. if she weren't breathless from fighting with nate a moment ago, she might have laughed dumbly at being called mommy by the little girl, and the subsequent explanation. "i ... i don't know what to say." embarrassment washes over her once the situation is explained and she looks away from the girl in shame. "i should go." it felt like the most logical thing because she had obviously made a fool of herself, jealously getting the best of her in the situation. she's just lucky that she managed to keep a tight lid on her mouth and didn't say anything worse in front of his niece.

wrapping her arms around her middle, she nods to his words, feeling another pang of hurt. "did you really think that little of me that you thought i'd just, what? bolt because of this?" evalyn had no idea how he became the guardian of his niece - if this even went that far - but she also knew that her feelings for him were sincere. and it stung that he thought a break was worse than an explanation.

with the little girl still looking at them, she gave her a small smile. "it was lovely to meet you, kaylee. sorry for coming in like a crazy lady; blame this guy over here." she jerks her thumb towards nate before she meets his gaze once more. "can we talk for a bit outside? i think before i leave, i deserve some kind of explanation."

nate stood frozen, his heart sinking as he watched the anguish and devastation wash over evalyn. he never anticipated the magnitude of the impact his fabricated confession would have on her. as she tried to push past him, nate instinctively reached out to stop her, but her determination prevailed, and she managed to shove him aside. he stood there, rooted in place, a mix of disbelief and regret coursing through his veins.

inside the house, the air crackled with tension as evalyn called out, demanding to know where this other person was. nate's gaze shifted to kaylee, his niece, who looked at the unfolding scene with innocent curiosity. "mommy?" kaylee tilted her head, looking up at evalyn. the blonde hair was almost uncanny between the two of them that it made his stomach sink further. "kaylee, no!" nate quickly interjected as he shook his head. "kaylee's my niece," he quickly explained to evalyn before she blew another gasket. "what? you told me if a woman i don't know ever comes by to say that," the little girl explained innocently. originally, that was nathaniel's plan, drive away whoever he was seeing, but things were different with evalyn.

"i... i didn't want you to get involved in the mess of my family drama. i thought it would be easier if we just... if we ended things." his voice was low as he spoke softly so only evalyn could hear. he had that familiar look in his eyes, letting her know how sorry he was.

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“god, you’re such a perv,” she teased with a grin, giving his shoulder a playful shove. “i guess if i have to rate myself, not quite a scream queen but i can’t promise i won’t grab your arm and dig my nails into you at the most terrifying parts.” now, the movie they had chosen meant that eva had a leg up, possessed a vague remembrance of what happened so he wouldn’t be witness to a full-on horror meltdown, but she might yell a little, just to keep things fresh. “what about you? machismo in person but inside you’re cowering?” to be honest, she could see louis either way; he could throw on a tough façade only to yell like a girl, or he could be unphased, a stoic, unmovable force in the face of fear. getting to know these different sides of him was what was so nice about this little situationship. for years she knew louis, little brother of max and a common annoyance in their lives. now he was a man, an actual person and sometimes she still had trouble wrapping her head around the fact that she liked him.

snacks to one side and his broad form on her other, she doesn’t stop herself from snuggling into his side, letting out a content sigh once she is comfortable. she grabbed his arm and wrapped it around her frame, letting it settle on her hip as she pushed play. the movie was dated in a way that was comforting, a time capsule of her youth as a young drew barrymore is teased before being brutally slayed. “how long do you think you could last in a horror movie setting?” she asked, head tilting up to look at him. from her vantage point she was practically face to face with his stubbled chin and she couldn’t help herself from pecking it. “like final boy status, hero’s death, or you’re dead in the first ten minutes?” she was more than certain he’d fall somewhere between the first two, having enough wits to not only outsmart a hypothetical killer but also survive to the end. “and follow up to that: how far do you think i would last?”

Louis rolled his eyes, but a smile tilted his lips anyway. Ok. So maybe as a kid he was gross as fuck. Was she going to keep bringing that up? A less confident, re: baby louis, might've been worried about that. Like she was forever going to see him as a toddler or something and that-- yeah that wouldn't do. Especially since as they ate, all he could really think about was getting to the couch and wrapping his arms around her. Would some making out be nice? Yeah. Would heavy petting be even better? Fuck yeah. But even just being close to her, in a totally romantic and in no way kid brother kinda way, would be nice. It wasn't as if they'd really done anything else up to this point so wasn't like he knew what he was missing out on. And really, he didn't care, just as long as he was close to her.

And close to her he was, because it didn't take long for them to finish and get moving. He mentioned Max being jealous, or him being jealous she'd watched it with Eva first, or both. Yeah both. He teased her for feeding him, saying it wasn't as fun as foraging for it himself. And five minutes later, he had an arm full of snacks he was tossing on the coffee table before plopping down beside her.

It was easy, this rhythm they had. They'd technically been doing it for years at this point. Only difference was his sisters weren't around and he got to do things like steal kisses, which he promptly did as soon as he was close enough, "So on a scale from one to scream queen, how skiddish are you?" It was a serious question, considering he couldn't remember a time he'd watched a horror movie with her, "I mean, I'm not opposed to breath play but I need to have a heads up if you're going to be suffocating me the whole movie," he teased.

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wackadoodle for @felteverywhere inspired by this and this

their eyes met across the party and annie felt like her stomach was going to drop out of her body. they saw her, she knew they did, yet they continued to kiss the nameless skank that was draped all over them. she scoffed and swore that they could hear her across the loudness. "fuck this," she breathed under her breath, bringing her bottle to her lips and taking a long pull. she knew what she should do - run away, leave, go somewhere where she wasn't going to feel like she wanted to tear her hair out, strand by stand. yet doing the calm thing had never been part of annie's repertoire and instead of bouncing, she headed straight for them. she intended to just pass by, let her get in their head but as she got closer, she bumped into their shoulder, disrupting the lovers' embrace. "oops," she said, not an ounce of sincerity in her voice as she looked the pair up and down. "my bad." with a scowl directed purely at them, she continued inside, searching for another drink.

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it really should have bothered her just how natural this all felt; being around him, with him. this entire thing had started as a way to pass the time, and now neither could show up anywhere on time. rolling her eyes at his answer, she tilted her head upwards to meet his gaze, a playful smirk on her lips. "care to share what those thoughts are?" her eyes glance towards the clock on her nightstand. at this point, they were definitely going to be late; they should at least make their tardiness worth their while.

"oh no, they did." gabriel nodded, brows furrowing. "i just don't give a fuck." he was almost irritatingly unconcerned with social norms and even more so when it meant an excuse to spend more time with rosie. sometimes it felt like he was fighting off the urge to hoard her attention at all times. his hand snaked around her, tucking her back against his chest as he kissed the side of her head. he grinned at her question, sensing an opportunity for a cheeky answer. "i can think of a few things, none of them pg."

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it wasn't often that she used their years of friendship - or whatever it was at the current moment - against him, but when she did, it was important. "i smell bull," she replied, shaking her head. it was obvious that she had struck a nerve, yes, but the lashing out was so much more than a result of what she had said. it now felt like a mission for mackenzie to try and figure out what that reason was. "jealous?" she repeated, brows furrowing. it almost distracted her from the fact that he admitted he was pent up. almost. not wanting to harp on his lack of of physical intimacy, she zeroed in on wanting to know what exactly he could be jealous about. "while i can't help but agree that you should very much get over yourself, i don't believe all that other stuff. what wrong people are you focusing on?" the pair weren't the type of friends to share every intimate detail of their lives, but they did mention the big girls and she felt like she should at least know if he was crushing on someone. if he was holding out on her, they had bigger problems, which was why she felt like his explanation wasn't all too honest. after what had just gone done, she felt like she deserved the truth. "just tell me the truth. please. i want to help, if i can. and i can't do that if you're not laying it all out there."

warner was far from proud of his actions, but seeing her react like that... he wouldn't be able to not apologise to her. he should have done it the second the words left his mouth, if not avoided saying them at all. still, the best he could do was own up to it, still feeling the slight ache in his back from her outburst of anger. his head hung low, nodding as he glanced her way, accepting that regardless of his apology, it couldn't minimise what his words had done. "i know." lowering his gaze back to the ground, be busied himself with wiping dust from his jeans, listening to mackenzie's words with an ache in his chest. it hurt, hearing her admit that she just wanted to enjoy herself. he was a selfish asshole, too concerned with losing another chance to be mature about any of it. he stayed quiet, unsure how to respond at first, but as she levelled the question of why his way, he found a lump forming in his throat. he cleared it, brows furrowing as he tried to think of what to say. "you struck a nerve, i guess. i lashed out." well, not untrue. warner let himself look at her, running a hand through his hair before he threw his hands up. "you weren't wrong, alright? i'm probably pretty pent up. and uh, jealous..." the word felt like a slip, though he didn't mean it like that. his eyes widened and he played it off as best he could. "i spend too much time focusing on the wrong people and i probably miss all the opportunities i could be taking. should probably just get over myself." it was a strange mix of bullshit and truthful acceptance. he wasn't going to admit the truth, he couldn't. so maybe he needed to get over it.

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today at work i binged the first season of grey’s anatomy and now i want a dynamic based on derek/meredith - man escaping marriage and finding an mistress, unbeknownst to her. could have the work power dynamic but not needed. just want angst and all that jazz.

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just a few short months ago, being told that - you’re what wet dreams are made of - would be something that would make ellie blush furiously before running far, far away from the conversation. now, she saw it as the compliment it was and she blushed for an entirely different reason. it felt like she had answered a bonus question on a pop quiz, guessing correctly that the offered toy was meant to be stuck on the wall for them to use. their time apart was filled with research on her end, watching videos to prepare, to pretend that she knew more than she let on or give her questions that she could eventually ask him about certain situations. in this instance, it paid off. their kiss was much too quick for her liking, and she didn’t stop her whine and pout when he pulled away, her position preventing her from pulling him back down or touching him. her attention was diverted, however, to his actions as he opened the box carefully. her eyes watched his fingers as they lifted flaps, removed plastic, the act almost as sensual as his own towards her until he pulled out the toy from its home. its movements were unnatural and the toy looked heavy. her mouth watered at the thought of working it down her throat like she did his cock, or maybe it was the thought that she’d be sucking on that while he was fucking her from behind. “oh,” was all she could manage as she looked up at him with her big eyes full of desire and want and lust. “i think-” she tried to talk but cleared her throat, voice suddenly husky. “i think that’s going to be a nice fit.” she wasn’t talking about her mouth, no, already thinking of other holes the toy could pleasure, videos she could record for him if he allowed her to take it home to hide in her drawer, away from the prying eyes of her family. licking her lips, she bounced on her haunches, the action causing her tits to move as well, something she used to her advantage because she knew how much he loved them. “can i get you ready for me?” she asked, attention now torn from the toy and back onto the man in front of her. “maybe get your cock nice and wet for me, sir?”

what a pretty, well trained thing she was becoming. well, ellie had always been pretty, that was undeniable even when she turned up at his door a scantily clad, clueless little virgin, but seeing her now, trained into behaviors specifically to incite arousal in him… ezra couldn't be blamed for the way his cock twitched at the sight of her, heavy tits on display and tongue lolling out of her wet little mouth, spit dribbling onto her thighs. "you're what wet dreams are fucking made of." even her language had changed in the short time that she'd been receiving lessons, no longer quite as hesitant and shy now that she knew the kind of pleasure she felt when she gave herself over to letting him do whatever illicit thing he wanted to do. "it is a suction cup, i got it just for this lesson." and just where had she heard about suction cup dildos, he wanted to ask. had she been watching porn and seen one? or did she have a naughty little friend who showed off their toys? it was possible that ezra had mentioned them before since he frequently talked to ellie about what he was going to do to her at some point in the future, but even if he'd been the one to mention it, sometimes it was fun to tease ellie and remind her just how in tatters her purity really was. "you're going to stay chained up for me and get stuffed from both ends so you'll feel nice and full." ezra murmured, leaning in to give ellie a brief kiss before he pulled away to start working on opening the box and setting up her dildo.

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the might have been some sort of teacher trickery, but suzanne was genuinely excited about this entire thing. yes, they were going to have to be adults and chaperone and make sure the kids weren't sneaking in alcohol or creating long-lasting mistakes, but she also liked the idea that she was finding out little things about him, like he had a sister who was, once upon a time, obsessed with prom. "can i get that in writing?" she joked with a grin. "just to make sure i can file some type of financial compensation if you stood me up." the offer to eat afterwards earned a very quick, no-thinking, "yes," from her, though suzie was quick to cover it up with a cough and a more informal, "sure." totally nonchalant. "i mean, i'm sure we'll be so busy monitoring and dancing on our own to really eat, and it would be nice to let loose and return back to the adult world." sometimes she felt like her entire life was full of whatever trend of the moment these kids were obsessed with, all social media and dances and slang that sometimes she didn't quite understand. it had been so long since she had been on a date - if this even qualified as such - that she was now looking forward to prom even more than when she was a teenager. "if we're going to go as a chaperoning couple, it makes sense to match. my dress is pink so ... get creative." it was such an un-masculine color that she wouldn't be surprised if he showed up in a classic tux, but something told her he wasn't the type of guy to play into dumb tropes like colors being for specific genders. looking at her watch, she realized just how late it was getting and if she didn't leave know, she'd spend half the night in traffic. "i have to go but i'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

gabe chuckled to himself at her assumption of him being prom king. he was sure if they had met in high school that she wouldn't even look in his direction but was thankful he wasn't that kid anymore and could hopefully have the prom of both of their dreams. "i was pretty much anything but. if you want to talk about prom anything, that was all my sister." he said with another chuckle. "i'm sorry your date canceled last minute, and i can guarantee you that this one..." gabe said as he pointed to himself. "won't cancel whatsoever. we'll have a great time, i promise." he knew he was treading a very fine line of what the two of them could do as professionals, but the school day was over and he was curious to see how far he could push this a bit. "would you maybe... want to go get something to eat afterward? don't get me wrong the food there is fine but, if you're up for it i think it could be fun." gabe said with a little shrug as he tried to hide the wide smile growing on his face. he didn't know if he would look at it as a date, he'd just have to see where the night took the both of them. "of course, any sort of flower i should be looking for? my flower knowledge is pretty nonexistent." he said with a laugh. "but i'd love to get you something... let me know what color your dress is and we can match too... if you want of course."