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navy had asked if they could go back to bed and with no intention of leaving her alone to overthink and run, he sat down on the other side of the california king sized bed after placing her on it. the man reached behind his neck and dragged his t-shirt off his muscular frame, his back to her as he tossed it on the floor. he then toed off his boots, before lying down next to her and getting comfortable under the covers, still wearing his jeans. there was still plenty of space between them, but he placed his hand on navy's cheek as he faced her. "you're safe here, blue," he told her, dragging his thumb over her skin before pulling his hand back and closing his hand in a fist in the fabric of the pillow. "we can get you a job at any of the mc's legitimate businesses," he offered, making it clear without as many words that she wouldn't be stripping or fucking for money. "i'll tell you more about that later though. get some rest for now," victor told her and closed his eyes.

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reagan closing the distance between them made franklin's heart beat faster, knowing he was about to get what he'd asked for. never in his life had the playboy firefighter been nervous about a kiss, yet here they were. as soon as their lips touched however, his nerves went out the window, replaced by an insane amount of longing. one of his hands went to her hair, sliding through the strands and tugging gently. the other tucked around her waist, pulling her closer to himself, causing them to be so physically close, they couldn't get closer with their clothes on. his tongue toyed with hers, dragging along the rough surface, the taste of her making him absolutely feral. suddenly he pulled away, dragging his fingers over his lips, reliving the kiss that had happened mere seconds ago. the best kiss he'd ever had. "fuck..." he muttered under his breath, realizing this would make everything a million times more complicated, but not caring enough to keep his hands to himself. they traveled down her sides to her ass, squeezing the flesh there and he placed his forehead against hers, "this complicates things a bit."

reagan would love to pretend that she wanted to put up a fight. or that she'd thought long and hard before closing the gap between herself and franklin, but she didn't. the moment he spoke, she pressed her body against his. hands buried themselves in the blonde's hair as her mouth caught his. she didn't need a long speech, or even a declaration that he wanted to be with her. all the girl needed was his permission, which she'd greedily accept. her lips parted against his, tongue sweeping his — desperate to get as close as he'd let her.

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"breakfast, lunch, dinner. appetizer, entree, dessert... i'd have this cunt every meal if i could," scott admitted honestly from where he lay on his stomach, face so close to her pussy he could smell her arousal. his cock was hard as steel beneath him, although he opted to focus on esme's pleasure. she needed to learn that is was okay to feel pleasure, to revel in it and reap the rewards, despite it being torture for the man who hadn't been inside a woman in years. clearly he had the patience of a saint or some shit, since he wasn't inside her yet. scott felt her hand his his blonde hair and nearly pulling on it, making him groan. "mmh, is that right, baby?" he asked, pride swelling in his chest at the fact that she'd been as turned on as he had by those emails, "tell me how you touched yourself."

he read the signs of every one of her movements, learning what she liked and what she didn't and when esme begun begging, scott chuckled lovingly against her wetness. instead of replying, he chose to continue his sucking and licking. he dragged a hand from around her thigh, placing a single digit at her entrance. pushing it in slowly and as gently as he could, scott moaned against her, "fuuuuck... your pussy's so tight, princess." his cock wept into his boxers as he ground himself into the cushions, continuing to eat her out as if she was his last meal.

his words only made her blush that much more," mhm." esme didn't know how to respond given it was all new. to a point he had helped her discover new things about herself. her breath hitched as he tugged her underwear down her legs. though she instantly realized he had shoved them into his back pocket. her lips parted to ask why but he was faster than she realized. her legs propped over his shoulders as he nestled between her thighs," wouldn't it be more of a dessert?" she had no idea what made her make such a remark right at that moment. a small gasp fell from her as he nipped at her thigh. one of her hands reached to run through his hair without her realizing it," you've always made a mess daddy," she admitted," even with just emails."

her words faded into a startled moan as his tongue dragged along her slit for the first time. the feeling was different but so amazing if you asked her. pleasure was new for her and to have it be given by him? it was certainly something that she never imagined being possible. she couldn't stop herself from moaning as he repeated the motion a few times over. she was tempted to hide her face but didn't. instead she let her hips arch up towards his mouth, whimpering as he tugged at her clit," please don't stop," she choked out, feeling like she'd lose her mind if he did. she let her eyes close and her head fall back," i'll be so good for you just ple-please don't stop-i'll be good!"

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with his wife out of town, having alison around was a true lifesaver, especially as he'd been forced to stay out on a job site a lot longer than he'd anticipated. his son, james, was a hellion to say the least, but somehow the young and extremely attractive woman had managed to get on his good side, making jacob eternally grateful. james had grown up around the loughtys, making alison the obvious choice for a sitter. "hey!" he called out as he stepped into the family home, only to see alison cross-legged in front of the coffee table, which caused a smile to form on his lips. he dropped his tool-belt on the kitchen counter and toed off his work boots, before approaching and sitting on the couch, looking down at the young girl on the floor. "what's new? the kid would forget his own name, if we didn't remind him every day." the joke came easily as he twisted his wedding band around his finger. "otherwise no issues?" jake asked, looking down at alison and tilting his head slightly in question. the girl was just too damn beautiful for her own good. jacob had never even considered cheating on his wife, until he'd seen alison grow into her own. he'd known her since she was in diapers, but being loving 'uncle' jake, had turned into so much more over the past few years. now all he could picture when fucking his wife, was sliding into alison's tight heat. clearing his throat, the man looked away towards the fireplace attempting to get his thoughts in check, but failing as he looked down at her again a mere moment later, taking in the curves of her chest and the slope of her neck.

LIKE EVERY RESPONSIBLE BABYSITTER, alison didn't open the door to anybody she didn't already know was coming, didn't let the kid miss bath time or fill up enough junk food to puke at 3 am when they were their parents' problem, and she DEFINITELY didn't invite boys over. she was sat in front of the coffee table, legs folded, and class notes spread out in front of her. she didn't look up when she heard the kitchen door open - more than used to the sound by now- but she did pull her earbud out, call out their name, and stick her hand in the air so they could see her. " i'm in here !! " she called out, arm waving around. " he had a letter from his teacher that he was trying to hide - it said something about him forgetting his library book for a third week or something, so i put it on the counter to be signed. "

open to m !! (21+ only - age gaps EXTREMELY welcome)

alison loughty. SADIE STANLEY. she/her. 21-22. straight. 5'0. babysitter. camp counselor. gymnast. pinterest board.

connections: the dad, grandpa, or older brother of the kid she babysits (maybe with his friends lmao) OR maybe he's a serial k.iller who goes after babysitters, a stalker, etc. that could be somebody she knows like ex bf, neighbor of family, somebody she went to high school with, professor, step/brother, step/uncle, step/dad, dad's friend/cowroker, etc. or just a stranger idrc !! - anyway......i would rly appreciate a horny family man or a perv or some lil freaky nerdy boy who's obsessed w her but i'm not picky i just want babysitter threads - dubcon/noncon ok just lmk

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reverse starter call — i'm taking a break from my doing my drafts, so like this post for me to go through your opens and reply to something, if anything catches my eye.

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reverse starter call — i'm taking a break from my doing my drafts, so like this post for me to go through your opens and reply to something, if anything catches my eye.

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— open to: females. — muse: hunter marsden / 42 / con artist. — possible connections: con victim. partner in crime. best friend's daughter. niece. anything that fits. taboo & forbidden welcome. please specify connection in the tags.

"you look so fucking good in that dress," he said in a low tone of voice, letting his arms fold around her, hands wandering and moving up under the hem of the aforementioned dress. "although i believe it's about time i take it off you." hunter paused for a second before he smiled wickedly. "or maybe..." he uttered as he let go of her and sat down in a love-seat at the foot of the hotel bed, "maybe i want you to take it off." he cocked a brow and shrugged out of his suit coat, folding it and placing it on the back of the seat. the man then turned back to face her, spreading his knees and placing his arms on the back of the love seat as if he owned the place. "put on a show. if you make it good, i might just reward you."

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each tear that fell from her eyes acted like a reminder to atlas that she was in pain, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. the adrenaline, the heat running through his body… he put those needs first, and her comfort second. her cold laugh caused atlas to clench his jaw, forcing his thrusts to become harder in order to punish her. "you crying is just an added bonus," he growled in response, pushing into her so hard that she was forced up on her toes, before pulling his hips back, only to then repeat the process. despite her words, they both knew that she was going to take it. she knew him inside and out, knew that his urges spiked after a fight and especially one where every man in the room hadn't been able to take their eyes off her.

atlas sensed the way aster's body begun relaxing and how each inward stroke became easier. the wetness between her thighs caused the man to smirk, "even your pussy knows you're spewing bullshit. you want this just. as. much. as. me." each word was punctuated with him shoving his cock deeper inside her, his grip on her wrists tightening while he looked down at where their bodies were connected and his thumb toying with her ass.

her taunting was getting to him, yet he attempted to hold himself back from playing her game. "you fucking bitch!" he shouted when losing the battle, assaulting her cunt with so much force she more than likely wouldn't be able to sit for the next few days. it would surprise anyone if there wasn't some tearing as well. "you're playing a dangerous fucking game," atlas spoke through clenched teeth, roughly pushing a pair of fingers into her puckered backside, feeling her simultaneously clamp down on both his dick and fingers. "would you look at that, you worthless piece of shit. your ass wants it too," he said on a menacing chuckle. footsteps sounded down the hall, but they didn't register to him. "now be a good fucking slut, and moan my name!"

"fu-uuck!" the curse slips from her lips a second time when he forces his way back inside, tears spilling down her cheeks as her eyes pinch shut. even if aster managed to keep silent, what would it matter? it wasn't as if this place operated on a golden set of rules and he'd left the door wide open; inviting anyone who happened to be nearby to come and witness a second show. "shut up?" she forces out a cold laugh, focusing on his words rather than the ache between her legs. "like you don't get off on hearing me fucking cry, you sick fuck." like she didn't get off on allowing him to do it. she could fight, could kick and thrash and scream — but atlas was right; she was going to take it, she was a good fucking whore — for him. his hands are rough, a touch that's sure to bruise, and yet her body is relaxing for him, that familiar wetness beginning to welcome him, to coat his cock and make it easier to claim what already belonged to him. "you're so fucking pathetic. can't even wait to get home to violate your sister." though the way her voice has softened, bordering on a whine, reminds him that she's no better. "men. you're all so pitiful and needy." for all her brazen, her body is still jolting with the sudden warm splatter of spit, ass arching towards his taunting touch. it fills her with both excitement and dread, knowing that he's a man of his word and that he would happily take her ass with as much prep work as her cunt had received — none. "if you can last. surprised you didn't cum just seeing my thighs."

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owning pizza places hadn't ever been apart of nicolas' life plan, but having made enough money to last him a lifetime in the league, he wasn't ready to slow down. his popularity and fame had made his chain of pizza places a must-try, and his business model had made it a household name for the past few years. he made a point of checking up on locations himself from time to time, and it had only taken a few minutes in isabel's company to know he wanted her. one made up excuse to see her in his office later, and there she was. "miss sandoval, come in," he greeted her with a serious expression on his face. his eyes took in every inch of her, without much care that she'd notice. eyes lingered on his brand logo on her chest, but more so her tits in the tight t-shirt. "i've been told you've been causing some trouble," he lied through his teeth and cocked a brow. what he wanted more than anything was to fuck her against the door she'd just entered through, but he wanted to make her sweat a little first. "something about..." he looked down at a stack of papers that had nothing to do with her, pretending he gave a fuck, "some forgotten receipts and inappropriate behavior. care to explain?"

SHE FELT SICK TO HER STOMACH. her mind raced with possibilities of what she could have done so wrong that the owner needed to talk to her. did she forget to give somebody their receipt again and they complained ?? her shoes squeaked against the kitchen tile as she walked through the kitchen and to his office. for a minute, she stood out of his view and stared at the open door, willing herself not to run in the bathroom to be sick. slowly, izzy approached and knocked on the door with a single knuckle. " mr. tyler ?? mark said you wanted to see me ?? " @ncfaricus

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jeremy allen white + fault magazine

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zero just chuckled when feeling her smack his shoulder and cocked his head to the side as she continued talking. the man gathered his hands in front of himself in a move of indifference as his features transformed into a humorous expression. "if you really wanted me to leave you alone, you wouldn't be here right now," zero's shoulders pulled up in a shrug, before he advanced towards her, so they were standing front to front. "so tell me the real reason you're here," he demanded, taking a lock of her hair between his fingers and twirling it gently, before leaning forward enough that his lips were at her ear. "is it because he can't make you cum like i do?" he asked as he inhaled the scent of her perfume. "mmh, or maybe it's because he hasn't made you cum at all," zero's whispered, his hand resting on her hip.

it's safe to say that cristina was more than a little aggravated. had tried to spend a good night with her boyfriend - try and make things work with him and communicate for once instead of fighting. but it was impossible to do with zander constantly texting her, making little comments that had her face flaring. had told her boyfriend she was feeling ill, calling their date short and she sped her way towards zanders apartment. doesn't even bother knocking before barging in, chest heaving with angry pants. his redirection has her jaw clneching, eyes squinting as she looks up at his much taller frame, her hands pressed against either side of her hips. "are you freaking kidding me right now?" scoffing cristina shakes her head and reaches over to smack him in the shoulder. "you're disgusting! seriously, seriously? i told you to stop texting me and to leave me alone!"

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conor couldn't avoid noticing the way her arms wrapped protectively around herself and instantly he wanted to rip them away from her and wrap her in his own, to let her know she was safe. josie should have known this by now, but he could understand her fears, especially with her father having been taken away from them at the hand of their rivals. the way she took him in caused conor's chest to puff slightly with pride, the fact that a young woman such as herself was looking at him so shamelessly. he quickly pushed the thought aside though, when she stated the obvious. "the storm keeping you up, love?" he questioned although he already knew the answer. when josie dropped her robe conor swallowed roughly and willed himself to look away, but failed. he noticed the way she faced away from him when lying down and immediately a million thoughts of how he could make her feel better rushed through his mind. the thoughts were immediately followed by guilt at having such thoughts about a woman who he'd not only known all her life, but whose father had been a close friend and confidant before his untimely passing. however when the words slipped from her lips, the corners of conor's lips lifted slightly. "of course," he said in his still sleepy voice, turning so his front was to her back and his arm around her stomach. without really giving it much thought, conor pulled josie closer to himself so they were lying flush against one another, his breath on her ear. "you're safe here, dearie."

𝙅𝙊𝙎𝙄𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙉'𝙏 𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙋 𝙏𝙃𝙀 small smile from appearing on her lips at the sight of conor in bed, surprised to see that his light was still on at such a late hour. although, she quickly realizes that the older man had fallen asleep with it that way, and she once again feels guilty for intruding on his slumber. the blonde thinks of turning around and going back into her room, fears of the loud storm be damned, but his voice stops her in her track. ❝ it's me, ❞ she replies just as softly, arms wrapping around herself to calm her anxious thoughts as she stands at the front of his bed. blue hues take in his bare chest shamelessly, not being able to help herself as it's so rare to see him in this state, but her eyes immediately meet his at his next question. she plays with the strings of her robe, eyes dropping to her bare feet. ❝ i can't sleep,❞ she admits, sheepishly, peering up at him then through her lashes. his invitation gives her a sense of relief and she walks carefully towards the side of the bed he isn't occupying. shimmying off her robe, she lets it fall to the floor before she curls under the covers, facing away from him and pulling her knees slightly to her chest. she knows that she was already invading his privacy by coming into his room and the last thing she wanted was to take up too much space. yet... ❝can you hold me? ❞ @ncfaricus

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something about lola's confidence made andrew acutely aware that she was playing him, however when she dropped to her knees all logic went out the window. yeah, he didn't make a habit of letting his students get away with shit like this, but she was basically offering herself up on a silver platter. how could he not take it? andrew's hand moved softly down lola's cheek, looking down at her with a small smirk as his hand smacked her cheek a lot lighter than he wanted to. "you going to be a good fucking whore and earn it? hm?" he spat and one corner of his mouth lifted in what could be considered a smile. he never guaranteed she'd receive an a after this, but taking advantage of her didn't have to end with anything more than his cum down her throat and then sending her on her way. the sound of his fly unzipping sounded like a hail of gunfire in the otherwise quiet office, and andrew's hands grabbed onto the ledge of the desk in anticipation. his eyes locked on hers, as he tilted his head to the side waiting for lola to make her next move. she was the one attempting to earn the grade after all, so he'd leave her to take the lead.

"maybe not, but i did think it'd lead to something more productive to an a", lola retorted, dainty shoulders shrugging, as she looked at him with obvious amusement in her eyes. to be perfectly honest, a part of her had even prepared herself for the possibility of him kicking her out of his classroom and anything was better than that. dark eyes lit up with intrigue when andrew continued to talk, the insinuation of his words beyond obvious. "earn it, hmm?", the brunette asked as she took another step closer to him, bridging their distance once more, before a dainty hand reached for his crotch, palming the already hardening cock through his trousers, "lucky for you, my mouth has other talents than just amazing oral participation in your class." even before he had any proper chance to react, she'd already gotten down on her knees, an impish smirk tugging on the corners of her mouth, hand reaching to unzip his fly.

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had it been up to maddox, he would've spent all day playing games with his sister and fucking her every which way. but with their father more invested in his newest relationship with a girl billie's age, maddox had been forced to step into his father's position. with his hectic work schedule it was rare that the pair got a moment like this, causing him to want to drag it out to enjoy it even longer. however, he had a meeting in thirty minutes, meaning that was all he could dedicate to her... for now. feeling the head of his cock hit the back of her throat and her gagging making it constrict around him, maddox bit down on his lower lip as a full body shiver moved throughout his body. he begun fucking billie's mouth like his life depended on it, her moans causing vibration to move through her mouth, which in turn caused maddox to let out a moan. a moan that came out a lot louder than he intended. "baby..." he said on a heavy breath, pulling billie off his cock to look into her eyes. "get on the table. when i cum, it's going to be inside you," he demanded, letting go of her hair and pushing his chair back to give her space.

she wasn't even sure when it happened. there had been a change in her relationship with both maddox and maverick. their family had always been different but not many knew how different. of course the world they lived in was small and they only had each other. it almost seemed natural for them. she nearly loathed how desperate she always was for him. especially since he was incredibly busy most days. she couldn't help but feel proud of how she was able to get under his skin. eagerly she took his cock into her mouth, groaning at the praise he gave. as always she had to remind herself to breathe through her nose. she almost wanted someone to come in to see how maddox would handle it. though that thought left her instantly when she felt him pushing her head down. billie nearly gagged from surprise since she wasn't totally prepared for such a move. though she didn't try to fight him and instead moaned, her tongue attempting to explore as she stared up at him.

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ghost had never imagined himself hanging out with a rich girl from the right side of the tracks, yet here they were. his entire inner circle was made up of people who he'd grown up with, who were all miscreants such as himself and most of whom were involved in the illegal street racing scene as he was. however, the way melody looked in that little white mini skirt, was reason enough to attempt this 'friendship' or whatever this thing between them was.

he leaned over the pool table, lining up a shot, as melody begun speaking. ghost had noticed her lack of interest in their game, although he didn't really give a crap with how pretty and pristine she looked sitting there. they were having fun in their own way and as someone who prided himself on doing things however the fuck he wanted to, this was a perfect example of doing exactly that. muscles rippled beneath inked skin when he took the shot across the slate of the pool table, before standing up to his full height.

placing the bottom of the cue on the floor, ghost perched himself on the pool table next to where melody sat, looking over at her with a tilt of his head. "you've got my interest," he admitted and a small smirk ghosted across his lips. "what do you propose?" the question was valid. despite ghost being a man who usually didn't think before he acted, he didn't want to agree to something he wasn't interested in. although melody intrigued him, so there were few things that were off the table.

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it was the pulsating metal song in the background and the clatter of pool balls colliding that set tonight's scene for melody. it wasn't one of her typical haunts, but somehow that made it all the more enticing. and had she been a stranger to everyone inside the bar, she wouldn't have dared to step foot inside. but he was here and despite knowing how f-ing furious her mother would be, melody wanted to be here, too. she had been perched up on the pool table for the better part of their little game. her legs swaying in her short, white mini skirt. she feigned interest in the game, occasionally attempting a half-hearted shot, but her focus was on the man before her. tattoos adorned strong arms and she couldn't take her eyes off the way his muscles flexed whenever he bent over. "you know, if you're this interested in... games," she began, leaning back on her palms, legs crossing. her eyes were glued to his, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. "i could think of another game to play, besides pool."

the idea had been looming in her mind for days. things were on thin ice with her parents—as they always seemed to be when it involved figure skating, and while she was used to it by now, it had become a habit of hers to get under their skin just as much as they were getting under hers. it was the only form of control she had in their world, and so she would use it against them. "it would just involve the two of us," sort of, "and i promise i'll make it worth your while."