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@oflonleyhearts

a charming grin and a little flirting never failed him. “now, i understand that i’ve made a small error. but it’s nothing awful! right? you were just so good i couldn’t remember your name!”

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@hcllcvt

         “you do understand that plagiarism is probably the biggest ‘don’t’ of college? and that your paper is actually someone else’s paper from two years ago?” a click of his tongue and the papers hit desk along with his hand. “you could be expelled for this. this isn’t something you can apologize for like high school.”

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i was dead? but now i’m back? hello please like for a starter?

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unravxl.

felicity has allowed herself to get carried away, her own feelings becoming mixed within this interaction. she has allowed herself to stray from what she originally came for, and although the tension has become rather thick, the female tries to salvage her plan. taking yet another step towards the male she is pressing her palm against his chest, applying little pressure, guiding him to the couch. ❝ i’m here because i want you, we want you, ❞ once on the couch she mounts him, digits wrapping around his throat instantly moving to his dirty blond locks. ❝ you might be replacable to them, but you would be most important to us. ❞ bowing her head she presses her plump lips against his neck, pulling out all the stops to alter the uneasy tension hanging over the room to a much more ideal tension

gavin likes to say that he’s completely removed his emotions when talking business, but he knows it’s not true. and like a quick flip of a switch their conversation has completely moved in a different direction. felicity, no longer hostile and ready to murder gavin, has the male taking steps backwards until his ankles hit the couch and he falls into the seats. then he has her in his lap, eyebrow quirked at the rapid change in felicity’s demeanor. gavin knows what she’s up to but even so he can’t help but shift and make himself comfortable, smirking gently at her lips on his neck. “ why such an attitude change? ”

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tearedrops.

               thighs begin to tremble & the strength leaves her body the second she feels the tip of his cock slide between the puffy & slightly swollen lips of her pussy , a hand coming to grip at his shoulder before fingers begin to clutch desperately at the flesh , sweet moans filling the room around them as she feels the length of his cock rutting between slick folds . her small , dainty frame jolts a tad as his hips buck up against hers , head tilting down to watch as he eases himself between her folds , her walls tightening & adjusting around his thick length , whines & moans galore fluttering from between parted petals , a gasp escaping her once he begins to build a rhythm with his movements .     ‘  fuck , almost forgot how good your cock feels when it’s filling up my pussy , daddy …  ‘     toes curl as she pushes herself back against whatever surface was behind her , her hips rocking up against his , desperate for more of him . all of him .     ‘  my room , carry me to my room … wanna ride you , daddy ,  ‘     it was a soft spoken request , her voice barely above a whisper as she tried to form words through thick moans . 

           it hasn’t been long since gavin’s gotten any, but it’s been quite awhile since he’s spent a night with machiko. and he’ll take everything slow. he gasps lightly as nails dig into his flesh, undoubtedly leaving crescent shaped marks at his shoulder blades. each stroke, every slide only tests gavin to do more, to elicit more moans, to give the other yet another orgasm for the night and hopefully many others. gaze fixated at the sight between their legs the male hums softly at her statement, nodding his head as a response.    ‘   i love how tight you are, baby girl . . .  makes my cock feel real good ... ’    of course he wants to tease her, make her beg, but he’s too eager himself to hold out for any longer. with a soft grunt however gavin complies to her request, refusing to pull out, making sure her legs are hooked around his back before lifting her. he takes long strides as he walks, humming softly to himself every time machiko slides lower onto his cock, fingers gripping at smooth skin, shouldering the bedroom door open. gavin situates himself  on the edge of her bed, a quiet moan spilling from his lips as the rest of his cock is enveloped inside of her.  ‘   god.. fuck...  ’

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viixenkiss.

↠ ❥ | ღ | ❥ ↞  faye found it absolutely adorable at how committed atticus was to his daughters. she couldn’t count how many times his daughters were the center of their conversations. whether it was something cute his youngest was or what frustrating thing his teen had done. she could relate to his oldest daughter. they were near the same age and she could give him insight on what she might be thinking. she liked to think she gave him more patience with his daughters. “well i’m happy we can agree on that because honestly sometimes it’s hard being a daughter and a woman.” fingers ran through her red locks before laughing. life didn’t seem too difficult with a loving father as atticus. just from the way that he somehow cared about faye made her realize how big his heart was. she knew unlike most men, he didn’t stumble upon the cafe just to see the women working there. his visit was innocent enough and what kept him coming back was the coffee more than anything else. that’s one of the reasons she had been taken by him in an instant. he didn’t ogle over her and her outfits. he actually cared about a conversation with her. maybe, just maybe, she had developed a little crush on him because of it. “i mean what’s better to start your day than my smiling face?” her infamous smile followed her words and a laugh after. tapping a finger along her chin, she pretend to contemplate his words. “we shall see about that, mister. i’ve had a quite a few good burgers in my life. this better be the best.” reaching forward, she slid through radio stations before finding her favorite. “oh? so you know all the good songs then. let’s test out that singing voice.”

one day he’d thank faye for all the tips she’d given him on handling his daughters, especially his oldest. atticus knows it isn’t easy for them. they can’t come to their father for everything and it would be nice to have their own mother to ask things instead of friends. sophie would last only a little while longer in asking him everything before she starts going elsewhere like cassidy had. he had much to thank faye for in helping his life at home. atticus nodded firmly, cracking a small smile. “i’m sure it is.” and he believed it. as cassidy became more independent and started making decisions for herself, the father had to come to realize that she was not only his daughter but she was her own person, entering into her adult life. he understood he was a caring man and people-pleaser and genuinely wished for the best for most. at the sight of her smile atticus couldn’t help but match with a big one of his own. he was a little nervous as he drove, having those little pre-date jitters he usually got. he had to remind himself that it was just a lunch with a friend, his barista who he very much cared for and adored. he chuckled at her ‘threat’, the sound quickly fading as she asked him to sing. “it’s not a very good voice. you’re not missing out.”

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tearedrops.

               arms fold atop of her chest as she turns her glare up to him , having to tilt her head back to do so . she tried her best at looking menacing , though in actuality she just looked like a mad toddler with puffed out cheeks .     ‘  who said anything about a fake id ? i’m twenty - one !  ‘     ( in three years ) .     ‘  the players club ? so are you a player ? a real player would serve me a drink . or they’d even offer to buy me a drink .  ‘

              stature mimics her own, arms crossed, eyebrow raised, head tilted down instead of up, a disapproving father look certainly radiating from him. a mocking nod at her blatant lie about being twenty-one,  smiling at her rebuttal. ‘   i’m a bartender, not a player. ‘  unfolding of arms and leaning forwards.  ‘ it’s partly a gentleman’s club. the name is a little misleading. ’

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tearedrops.

               she whines with need as he removes his head from between her thighs , the cold air of the room around them hitting the bare & wet flesh of her pussy , the feeling of which was enough to make her tremble as goosebumps formed down her thighs . arms lift up & over her head as he pulls her night - shirt off for her , hands relocating themselves with one against his bare chest & the other twining around his shoulders . her tongue drags up & along the underside of his juice - coated finger before her lips wrap around it , sucking the digit into her mouth ; head bobbing back & forth a tad as she sucks on the callous , damp flesh as her doe - like gaze meets his . knees threaten to buckle in on themselves the second she feels his clothed cock against the puffy , sensitive folds of her pussy ; shaky moans filtering out & around his finger as she continued to suck , a hand trailing down his torso towards the waistband of his boxers , tugging the fabric down a tad as she bucks her hips up against him , desperate for any form of intimacy . she pulls back from sucking on his finger , licking at her pink & plump petals as a small string of saliva forms between his digit & her lesser lip , speaking softly with a hum .      ‘  i missed you too , daddy … missed you & your cock the most .  ‘

               there’s a gentle smirk as she drags her tongue up the digit, groaning quietly as it’s enveloped between soft lips. his eyes focus on his finger, mouth parted slightly, heavy breathing expelled from his lungs. machiko does as he asked, sucking on his finger, tongue pressed against the digit. the eye contact they maintain eggs him on further, jaw setting as she bobs her head back and forth. tongue swipes out across his lesser lip as she moans around his finger, slowly rolling his hips into the girl. the front of his boxers dampen with her juices, and keeping their gazes connected, gavin does as she implies, pushing his boxers down, kicking them across her floor. a breathy mix of a chuckle and moan passes his own lips, fixating on the string of saliva between them. with a grip on her waist and one on his cock, gavin slowly slides his tip up and down her folds, groaning at the sensation, bucking his hips in eagerness. he does the same thing again, this time with his entire length, now looking at machiko. without a word, gavin slowly slides himself into the girl, quietly moaning as her walls tighten around him, gently rocking his hips into her, relishing in the feeling.   ‘   jesus christ.  ’

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unravxl.

a soft chuckle leaks past the females tightly buttoned lips, laughing was surly something she should avoid. the pat of his cheek, as if he was some silly school boy, had clearly sparked something. no need to rile him up further. ❝ the numerous attempts that have already been made tell me otherwise. ❞ tongue flicks out to wet her lips before they are pulled into a smirk of their own. half pleased by the shock that passes over his features. although, she is not dim to think her words will be met with zero repercussions, and braces herself. ❝ you might be but a pawn in this MESS but that doesn’t make you useless. and i assure you, if one hair on my pretty little head is harmed my father will have you and your friends s l a u g h t e r e d ! ❞ felicity has completely thrown caution to the wind at this point. the silent agreement not to rile him up further lay smashed and broken at her feet. she leaves out the part where she would have to explain how she’d got herself captured. but who is he really going to believe ? her ( felicity sure hopes so for her sake ) or his greatest rival. ❝ why you MEN continue to doubt my ability to understand exactly what this life entitles is beyond me. do i look like just another sweet girl who has gone and got herself mixed up in the WRONG crowd ? ❞ her tone dripping in acid, she hates nothing more than being doubted. ❝ so i will ask one more time, how are you at keeping a secret ?

their encounter is no longer friendly and civil. it’s become a battle for power. a session of one-upping the other, a session of nearly empty threats. she was seemingly as stubborn as himself, quick tempered to the words that spill from his mouth just as he was to hers. holding his tongue was something gavin always struggled with, but damn him if he was to be silenced by a girl who’s power is really manifested in her father’s. felicity screams in his face, every word she throws out true, but gavin does not change his stance. however he says nothing only staring at the girl, jaw set and clenched, eyes narrowed in a seemingly irate glance. at this point he isn’t even sure of where this conversation could end up. turning her in would rid himself of her, but eventually cause an even greater problem. gavin is aware her father would not go down without a fight, and the male is realizing neither will his daughter. “ i do not doubt your abilities, sweetheart. i want to know why you’re here. what are you trying to prove? don’t you think that this could end very badly for you?” gavin exhaled sharply, face stoic and eyes narrowed. “ i can keep a secret. can you? ”

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cvquette.

hattie had won a scholarship to the school of her dreams due to her canny ability to keep a 4.0 gpa while balancing eighteen hours a semester with barely any free time to breathe. that was, until, she joined a sorority and started having less time to study. that gpa dropped to below 3.0 and she was on the verge of losing that scholarship; which was the only way she was going to get to go to college. she had heard from one of her sisters that she needed to go online and become a sugar baby. that way, she didn’t have to work but males would pay for her time and attention. she had joined less that three months ago and she had been on dates with doctors, lawyers, ceos, and other high-profile men, but none seemed to be THE one. she had almost given up hope on finding the right man when her laptop dinged and a new message appeared in her inbox on the website. the face and name that appeared was someone she never expected to see outside of class, let alone on a sugar baby/daddy website. her early morning history professor. curious as to what he had to say, she pulled the computer into her lap, figuring out what to say before replying back.

hattieclem: uh..hey professor. i, um, an actually about to lose it if i don’t get my gpa back up? i need money and had no where else to turn..

he doesn’t understand it. though aaron is also sure she doesn’t understand why he’s on the same website. he stares at her reply, bouncing his foot against the floor, fingers tapping against his desk. he wasn’t her academic adviser and had no knowledge of her gpa. she was passing his own class and that’s all aaron really paid attention to.  he knew how she got into this school as all teachers were made aware, but that’s all he knew after. the professor understands her answer, or he’s trying to. he knows that he would like to help her, but is uncertain of how he should. clearly he has the money if he’s browsing this website, but she’s his student. a very intelligent student of his, and his role as teacher came before him. 

proffine: i don’t understand hattie. you’re a very smart girl. why is your gpa a concern now?

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sxull.

‘ you mean you have to spend a l l of your nights with wild drunk people? ‘ she asked taken aback. ’ i think i might have preferred you more when i thought you were a lumberjack…’ the young blonde self-consciously pulled at the golden cross around her neck, feeling out of place. ’ it’s my birthday. i’m of…age. i used to do drinking and stuff like this all the time — way b e f o r e i was even an adult. i don’t do bad things anymore though. ’ the drink in her hand was virgin, very much unlike h e r and the dress she was wearing tonight. a year ago she had stumbled upon a church service and declared that she would be turning over a new leaf — however, her true nature often called. hers was always a battle of abstinence and lust. ’ sorry if that was rude. ’

‘ i spend a majority of my nights with drunk people. ’ her comment makes him smile and kyle only shrugs. ‘ can’t please everyone. ’ an eyebrow is raised at the cross she’s suddenly holding. the older man studies the blonde, considering her words. if she really was of age, she certainly didn’t look like it. facial features wise she looked maybe sixteen, but the way she is dressed suggests a much older woman. and he can’t help but inquire. ‘ turned away from the bad things? does adulthood mean maturity for you? ’ then he shakes his head. ‘ well, happy birthday. and don’t worry, i’m not offended. ‘ 

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viixenkiss.

↠ ❥ | ღ | ❥ ↞ “daughters are the weakness of all daddies. it’s just a known fact. now trying to charm a way into a man’s heart is a little harder. not impossible, but it takes a bit of finesse.” her fingers wiggled at the word. she liked to think that she had that little bit of magic inside of her. after all, she had atitcus tipping her nearly the same amount as the drink he bought from her nearly daily. chucking softly, she thought it was quite cute when older men came in for a bit of excitement in their day. whatever reasons they had was none of her business, but while they were in, faye would make sure to give them happiness. none of which matched her willingness for atticus. beyond just because he gave her tips. “what you feel inside is what matters. i’ve met men that are in their thirties, but their spirits scream mid twenties. i love that they can come in here and feel young. why not get joy out of your caffeine fix? starbucks is for losers or hipsters. emerald’s is where it’s at.” she was sure that atticus had his fair share of admirers. it was hard not to notice how handsome he was. the type that only grew more attractive with age. “you’re starting to get my all hyped up for it. it better be as good as you say or i’ll be very upset.” grinning, she nudged at his side playfully. comfortably sitting in her seat, she buckled up before turning her attention to him. “you sure my music won’t annoy you? i mean what do oldies listen to these days? i’m into that dance-able music. something you roll your windows down and blast.”

“i can attest to that statement.” he finished his sentence with a grin, faye’s statement all too well known by him. the barista has certainly charmed herself into his own life. she had him spending ten dollars at emerald’s nearly everyday and atticus had no problem doing so. a part of him felt special that while he was positive faye had many other regulars, she could somehow have a softer spot for him. atticus could remember the first time he visited emerald’s. a friend of his stumbled across it and only mentioned it to atticus, not revealing full details. upon entering the coffee shop for the first time, the older man was very much surprised, quite flustered, and a tad amused. he left as soon as he walked in. he returned the next day, just to give the place a shot, was served the best cup of coffee he had ever received, and kept coming back, happy to see a certain barista at the counter. “i’m quite glad someone introduced emerald’s to me. it’s a very good way to start my day.” he chuckled softly as she prodded his side, nodding firmly in his decision to boast about this diner. “trust me, it’s amazing. it’ll make you forget about every burger you’ve eaten before.” he buckled up and drove off in the direction of the diner, scoffing playfully as she called him an ‘oldie’. “i believe you forget i have two young daughters, one of which is not so far from your age. in the car with them, i listen to what they would like to. i think you’d be surprised to amount of ‘dance-able’ songs i know.”

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strcngemercy.

  “ – either a lumberjack or a bear. too buff t’be anythin’ else. “  he means it as a compliment, honestly! his chin rests on his hand as he leans forward, smiling at him lazily.  “ okay, make me one then. bu’ i want a nice one, not mean. “

brows furrow in amusement, cheeky grin on features. “i know i’m not an average sized man, but i didn’t assume to be beast-like.” another set of chuckles shakes kyle’s body. “can’t do that for you, boy. mean whiskey sours are all i got.”

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naufragiums.

       ‘ you’re very self-complimentary. ’  not that she didn’t agree with what he was saying, male looked like he’d stepped out of every female’s fantasy  ;   ‘  are you trying to sell me on alcohol ? because i’m only eighteen, shame on you. ’  brunette is teasing now, watches with wide gaze as he laughs; already slightly enamoured with the other.

          ‘ i like facts. my beard is a work of art. took me fifteen years to grow this beard. ’  the man smirked, playfully shrugging his shoulders before providing a response.  ‘ now, the adjective ‘mean’ was supposed to convince you of not drinking alcohol. there are some very mean drinks out there. not at all suitable for eighteen year olds. ’

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tearedrops.

          ‘  well , yeah ! a lumberjack or … a weightlifter . one of those guys that gets paid just to be hot & big … what’re they called ? — bodybuilder ! you could pass as a bodybuilder . but then again , everyone’s big to me .  ‘     after all , she is only 5′3 ( 5′5 when she wears heels ) .     ‘  which bar do you work at ? — do you think you’d serve me without asking me for any id ? because i totally forgot it …  ‘     ( that & she’s not even legal drinking age yet )  .

        kyle does everything he can to keep his laughter silent or at a minimum. he finds this young woman quite adorable, already aware she’s not at all the drinking age. the bartender only smiles at his new found friend, scratching gently at his beard. ‘ i work at the player’s club. and i would most definitely not serve you alcohol without an id, especially not your fake. ‘