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i met you three years ago at coachella and i asked you to marry me because you looked gorgeous and i was fucking high on molly and so were you tbh, so we told everyone we were getting married and held hands the entire day and fucked the entire night and next morning i wake up and you’re gone, so know i don’t know if it was all a hallucination from all those drugs or whether it was real and i’m fucking sad because i kinda fell in love with you. and now, three years later i see you at this party and i don’t know how to approach you because i’m still not sure if it was all real…

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trcubledheretic·:

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Jackson growled, throwing his hands up to his head in frustration. This shouldn’t be this hard. It was hot out, which probably wasn’t helping his aggravation over the situation. Of course Sasha would be ticklish, because why would his life be easy with any part of this project? Not that he faulted her for being ticklish - that just happened sometimes. Really, it was because he hated being in front of the camera, but the director was a close friend and he stepped in when he asked it of him. Jack really wished he had been told that Sasha had been cast as the leading lady, though. She irked every nerve in his body in general. “Try harder,” he grumbled in return as they set back up for the shot, his hand slowly lifting hers back up around his neck. “Just relax,” this time, his voice was a kind whisper before action was called, since clearly his usual passive aggressive tactic was working about as well as using a paper towel to soak up the ocean.

As she settled her breathing from the latest plight of laughter, it was difficult to quell her rising frustration with Jackson’s own irritation and aggression. If she had known she’d have to put up with being plastered to Jack of all people in the scorching heat in the middle of nowhere, she’d have walked away from the film without a second thought. But here she was, being guided back into position, not even bothering to hide her eye-roll at his grumbled ‘sage’ words of advice. His change of tone, however, caught her attention. Almost reluctantly, Sasha took a deep breath and settled against him. The clapboard echoed through the room. As Jack’s fingers once again made their way down her arm, she forced her abdomen to relax, focused on the muscles and- fingers brushing lower down her side than any previous take and- Her breath hitched with a soft puff of laughter followed by a quickly exclaimed “Fuck!” It was the farthest they had managed to get without a giggle, but it still wasn’t enough. She muttered the now familiar apologies, avoiding the gazes of the others on set.

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canthelps·:

open to: m/nb (trans muses are welcomed and encouraged)plot: ellis is a popular frat guy who is deep in the closet, your muse is his much less popular boyfriend who is getting a little sick of being hidden.

ellis had invited him, of course he had, but apart from a quick hello and getting the other drink, he hadn’t seen much of his boyfriend, with his frat brothers pulling him away to play beer pong or try and do keg stands, all while he had to bat the girls draping themselves over him away. but by the time the night had come to a close, ellis knew he would be in his room, waiting for him. “hey, you” he grinned as he entered his room, the alcohol he had drunk making him the happy type of tipsy. “did you have fun?”

Another weekend, another party with foolishly high hopes of any shred of attention that might signify to people that there was something between them. They were dating for fucks sake, but pressuring someone to do something that made them uncomfortable was the last thing Julian wanted to do (even if he was constantly making himself uncomfortable for others). “Hey,” Nestled back into the corner of Ellis’ bed, he only tore his eyes away from the switch console when the boy entered. “Not really,” Julian admitted, but hid his real unhappiness behind a halfhearted smile, “My island is much more fun.”

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want to start writing on here again, but have gotten nothing but likes on the past few starters I’ve posted. would love some replies to them & any older starters here. 

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open to: m/w/nb (can be multi)

plot: loosely based on the rocky horror show. sasha & florian, two naive (and horny) young newly-engaged kids, get stuck with a flat in a violent storm. with no cell service, they go to see if the last place they saw with lights on has a phone. due to the nature of the storm, they are forced to spend the night at your muse’s place. that night they are both taken advantage of by your muse(s), being exposed to heights of pleasure they never imagined possible. can contain t*boo, d*bcon, &/or horror themes if desired

Utterly soaked by the cold rain, Florian guided Sasha up the steps to the front door. His jacket and arm were wrapped around her shoulders, an earlier attempt to keep her dry when their umbrella broke against the strong wind. “They might have a phone we can use,” he reassured with weak confidence, ringing the doorbell. The answering silence was filled with the droning roar of the storm. An exasperated huff escaping him, Florian rang again. 

Sasha had to bite back a desperate whine when they were greeted by silence once again. Having known the forecast, one would think they’d be dressed appropriately, but attending a celebration earlier left Florian with just a thicker jacket and her with nothing but a wrap over her now drenched-and-clinging-to-her dress. “Try knocking,” She suggested, nudging him in the side. “We need to get inside somewhere or go back to the car - I’m cold.. and wet.” Florian had just raised his knuckles to knock when it opened before them.

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open to: m/f/nb

plot: basically black swan (2010). it’s spooky season and i wanna fuck around with that madonna/wh*ore complex. could be the choreographer/director (age gap encouraged) trying to seduce florian and shape him into their own private wh*ore while also having to maintain that perfect image of innocence for the press/company. could be a fellow quasi-rival dancer introducing him to intense s*ex, dr*ugs, and the club scene.

It was late in the evening, certainly much later than Florian should be up given how early he had class in the morning. Getting the role was a stressful ordeal of its own, but rehearsals were a whole different beast. Never before had he been subjected to such adoring praise only to be utterly humiliated in the same breath. On repeat. For hours. So here he was, pushing himself beyond any reasonable limit in some desperate attempt reach perfection. He was three quarters of the way around the room in the 32 fouettés when he slipped up, nearly stumbling to the ground due to his worn-out muscles before managing to catch himself against the mirrored wall. “Fuck!” The curse was hissed under his breath, but the angry smack of his palm against the glass echoed. Florian turned away from the mirror to turn off the music only to finally notice them in the doorway. He could feel the flush of embarrassment heating his cheeks. “How long have you been there?”

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open to: m/nb (alpha if that’s the verse you choose)

based on: amy & laurie from little women (specific scene in source). Julian has had feelings for your muse for years as they grew up together, but your muse has always chased after Julian’s older cousin. however, they were turned down and are now getting through their heartbreak by wasting away among high society. Julian is a trans muse so this could easily be made a/b/o since it’s a historic plot 

The time seemed to pass like molasses. “I’ll return in a moment.” Julian could still hear their words of assurance, still see the rueful smile flashed at him as they disappeared into the depths of the party.. But it certainly hadn’t just been a moment. Julian had been waiting at the edges of the dance hall, making small talk when the situation required, but always keeping an eye out for the other. The small smoldering spark of hope was extinguished the moment Julian caught sight of them - lounging without care, eyes glassy from drink, skin flushed, head and legs draped over the laps of two different people.. He utters a soft excuse before abandoning his previous conversation, striding with purpose across the room. Despite the hot burn of shame and humiliation, Julian tried his best to keep his expression stoic, but there was still a faint tremor to his voice. “I waited an hour for you.”

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flirtofwallstreet·:

“I love it” he promised, his hands raising the dress so it would bunch around her hips “I love it so much I’m going to fuck you on it. How does that sound?” he murmured, pulling away from her just enough to start undoing his shirt. Slowly, Alexander made a small show of undoing the buttons Sasha left, the lust in his eyes so evident it could light the room.

Sasha smile widened into a small, smug grin at his words. After all, that was exactly what she wanted. “Sounds perfect,” She purred and dropped her hands when he took over unbuttoning his shirt, leaning back against the conference table in order to better appreciate the view. The intense glow of lust in his gaze was enough to make a shiver of desire shoot down her spine.

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“Do you want to know what I honestly think of you?” “What do you think of me?” “I despise you.” “Why do you despise me?” “Because with every chance of being good, happy and useful, you are lazy, faulty and miserable.”

Little Women (2019) dir. Greta Gerwig

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flirtofwallstreet·:

He was delighted that the younger blonde had accepted to go with him to the office party. It was quite difficult to keep his hands to himself, specially after dancing together and having more than a few drinks. And when she eagerly followed him as he suggested sneaking out, his whole body was tingling with excitement. As he positioned Sasha over the conference table, Alex laughed softly “Couldn’t stop thinking about it. And when I saw you in that dress…” He murmured, hands caressing her slender legs as they lips met once again.

Sasha couldn’t help the way her smile widened when the table hit the back of her thighs. Steadying herself with her arms around his shoulders, she sat on the edge and allowed him to position her how he pleased. At his touch, her thighs fell further apart, allowing her to pull him closer as they kissed. Tiny fingers loosened the knot of his tie and left it hanging around his neck to start unbuttoning his dress shirt. "I was hoping you'd like it," She mused with a smirk, nipping at his bottom lip. 

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“The Beast turned back to me. I could look at him fairly steadily this time. After a moment he said harshly: “I am very ugly, am I not?” “You are certainly, uh, very hairy,” I said. “You are being polite,” he said. “Well, yes,” I conceded. “But then you called me beautiful, last night.” He made a noise somewhere between a roar and a bark, and after an anxious minute, I decided it was probably a laugh. “You do not believe me then?” he inquired. “Well—no,” I said, hesitantly, wondering if this might anger him. “Any number of mirrors have told me otherwise.” “You will find no mirrors here,” he said, “for I cannot bear them: nor any quiet water in ponds. And since I am the only one who sees you, why are you not then beautiful?””

— Robin McKinley, Beauty.

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open to: m/f/nb

connection: sugar parent, model, higher-up at the modeling agency, date, significant other, etc. (age difference welcome) inspo in source

At events like these Sasha was usually much more social. Tonight, however, she had been rather distracted by their persistently wandering hands. They, along with most other people there, had had more than enough to drink. This gave the pair of them an advantage as they snuck off. Sasha attempted to suppress her laughter as they guided her through the halls into a large empty meeting room, their hands never once leaving her. The kiss began as soon as the door swung closed. Abandoning her shrug, Sasha wound her arms around their shoulders. “You’ve been wanting to do this all evening haven’t you?” She teased between kisses, stepping backward as they guided her back toward the table.

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The boardroom is available. I’m available. Oh. We just go in and lock the door.

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callmecatman·:

“Well, that’s good to know,” he teased with a wink, “I get it.  So you only came to see me because all the other guys you’ve met have disappointed you, huh?”  Even though he was married and had no right to ask Sasha to be loyal, he would have been happy.  Blake moved closer as well, holding her over his lap with one hand stroking her inner thigh just short of the hem of his shirt that she wore.  “Ah, so you want me to be your boy toy always waiting around for you like a house cat?” he joked.

“Would you be jealous if they hadn’t disappointed me?” She countered, smirking. There was no real sense of delusion about their situation. Through the years it had been necessary to accept the limitations that were his marriage and her friendship with his son. But for the sultry forbidden heat it brought now, Sasha allowed herself to fantasize. “I think I might want that a little too much..” Her eyes glinted with amusement and desire as she draped her arms around his shoulders, fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Would you lounge around all day like a house cat too? Just waiting for me to come home?”

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lightmyways·:

★  —   ❬ completely livid, the man threw his keys against the entryway table, letting them hit the surface with a loud, high pitched clang that seemed to echo through the entire house. his jacket came next – nico tugging it off of his body and tossing it wherever it landed, mumbling to himself lowly as he waited for florian to show up. most people who were this angry probably would have left the jacket on, but the heat nico’s body was generating became far too much, and he had to have control over something – had to have some kind of say in something.      the amount of time the boy was taking to make his appearance only deepened nico’s temper, and he couldn’t take it anymore, clenching his jaw as he began to move through the entryway – meeting his partner in the front room instead. “what the fuck took you so long?  huh?” nico asked, his eyes wild as they met florian’s own, his voice commanding, lethal. “too busy talking to somebody else?  too busy giving your time to somebody else?  tell me. admit it, right to my fucking face, florian. tell me you’re fucking somebody else.”

Throughout their relationship, Florian had seen the man angry at others on multiple occasions, but never had said anger been turned on him and with such intensity. He could understand now why he had witnessed men twice his age tremble under Nico’s glare. It was sinister, it was deadly, it made his knees feel a little weak. “Sorry, I was across in the sitt-” Florian tried to answer quickly and succinctly, but fell silent the instant the other barrelled on. 

Despite the venomous tone, he couldn’t help the way his brow furrowed at the nearly-spat final command and the accusation it contained. “I was reading, you can check the IPad if you want,” Trying to keep his voice steady was a difficult venture given the anxiety, and now hurt, that made his stomach churn. He wanted to reach out and touch Nico somehow - his hand, his forearm, something - but ultimately let his hand fall back to his side. “I haven’t - I haven’t fucked anyone. I don’t know why.. Why would I do that?”

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callmecatman·:

A smile spread across his face when she kissed his hand.  “No, it was a nice surprise.  I appreciate it,” he told her softly.  It was risky, but he was pretty sure she didn’t need a lecture about that.  “Well, you are a professional now.  Every guy who meets you must want to find you in their bed.  I’m sure what I’ve done to earn the pleasure,” he told her playfully.  While she touched his face, he played with her hair.  It was funny how they could enjoy these simple little touches.  “You’d like that, huh?  To be the woman I come home to after a bad day so you can take care of me?” he teased.

“I don’t let just anybody into my bed,” She mused, but didn’t deny that there weren’t usually plenty of people trying to get into it. “After all, you helped set my standards pretty high.” While Blake hadn’t been her first relationship, he had definitely been her first serious one, despite the secrecy that had to be kept. “Hmm, I certainly wouldn’t object,” She admitted with a chuckle. Drawing closer to him, Sasha draped her bare legs across his lap. “Or, I could take you around the world with me, come home to you after a long shoot..” It was a completely imaginary situation, but it made her smile nonetheless.