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Bronwyn let out a short, breathy laugh, though there was no real humor in it, just frustration, just that sharp sting of something she refused to call hurt. She tilted her head, arms crossing over her chest as she studied Adrian like she was trying to solve a puzzle she’d never quite figure out. "A bad thing?" she echoed, lips curling slightly, like she was testing the words on her tongue and finding them bitter. "Then why does it feel so fucking good?" Her fingers curled into the fabric of her sleeve, gripping tight as if that would somehow ground her. "You don’t get to say that like it’s just some simple fact, like I’m supposed to nod my head and walk away." Her voice softened, but the fire in her eyes didn’t dim. "Because I won’t. I can’t. Maybe it is bad, maybe it’s a goddamn disaster waiting to happen, but that’s never stopped either of us before." She took a slow breath, gaze flickering over his face like she was searching for something... anything that would prove he didn’t really mean it. "So, if you’re gonna tell me this is wrong, at least have the decency to say it like you don’t want me just as badly as I want you."

open to -> females

" it's a bad thing for us to be together. "

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can someone hold a vibe to my clit and overstimulate me till i’m crying and moaning uncontrollably? pretty please?

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my best friend just called me to ask what color he should wear to prom and I was like “um?? idk??” and he was goes “well we have to match, so like what color is ur dress??” but he never asked me to go so I was kinda confused so I told him “hey, yeah since when are we going to prom?” and the line goes silent for a bit and he very quietly whispers “shit. I forgot to ask u”

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Plot: idk i just think getting calls from ur stalker where he jerks off on the phone would be so hot. answering the phone n getting no response to your hellos, but when u go to hangup u hear a raspy voice telling you not to end the call, hearing the heavy breathing n their slight moans before u realize what they’re doing on the other end and rush to hang up, all flustered at the thought of someone being so obsessed w u they can’t help themselves from jerking off to the sound of ur voice!!

open to: M.

The apartment was quiet, save for the low hum of music playing from Bronwyn’s speaker as she moved around her kitchen, absentmindedly stirring a pot on the stove. The scent of garlic and spices filled the air, her attempt at a late-night meal after a long day. She was comfortable like this. Barefoot, wearing nothing but an oversized tee that skimmed the tops of her thighs, a glass of wine half-forgotten on the counter. Just as she reached for her phone to check the time, it buzzed in her hand, the unknown number flashing across the screen making her pause.

Frowning, she swiped to answer, bringing it to her ear. "Hello?" she said, voice casual, expecting either a wrong number or some scam call. Silence. Her brows furrowed. "Hello?" she tried again, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. The only response was the faintest sound of breathing. Her stomach tightened, a strange prickle crawling down her spine. She pulled the phone away, ready to hang up, when a low, rasping voice finally broke the quiet.

"Don’t," the voice murmured, rough and strained. "Don’t hang up."

A chill skated down her arms, but before she could react, the breathing on the other end grew heavier, punctuated by the softest, barely-there moans. It hit her all at once what she was listening to, what he was doing. Heat rushed to her cheeks, embarrassment warring with something darker, something she refused to name. "Fuck," she breathed, hand tightening around the phone before she abruptly ended the call, chest rising and falling as she stood frozen in place. The silence that followed was deafening, but even as she willed herself to shake it off, she knew she’d be thinking about it long after the call had ended.

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idk i just thinkkkk getting calls from ur stalker where he jerks off on the phone would be so hot >.<

answering the phone n getting no response to your hellos, but when u go to hangup u hear a raspy voice telling you not to end the call, hearing the heavy breathing n their slight moans before u realize what they’re doing on the other end and rush to hang up, all flustered at the thought of someone being so obsessed w u they can’t help themselves from jerking off to the sound of ur voice!!

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Bronwyn smirked to herself, swinging her legs idly where she sat perched on the counter, the cool surface a welcome contrast to the heat simmering between them. She could feel his gaze on her, the weight of it dragging over every inch of exposed skin, making her pulse quicken. She knew exactly what she was doing. Had known the moment she chose that skirt, the moment she started dropping things just to give him a show. And judging by the way he was watching her now, jaw tight, hands flexing at his sides like he was barely restraining himself, it had worked. It always did. She let out a soft, pleased hum as she slid the lace down her legs, letting them dangle off her ankle, teasing, waiting. When he finally moved closer, she bit back a grin, but it faltered at his words. Five minutes? Bronwyn huffed, rolling her eyes even as anticipation coiled low in her stomach. "Five minutes?" she echoed, pouting just enough to be obnoxious. "You really know how to spoil a girl, Ace." But despite the complaint, her knees parted slightly, welcoming the slow drag of his calloused fingers up her thigh. "Guess I’ll take what I can get," she murmured, breath hitching as she leaned in, voice barely above a whisper. "For now."

open to: fem/nb.

plot: your muse works at ace's gas station and it's a pretty slow day, so they decide to provoke him. flirtationship vibes. age gap welcomed. [ace's bio.]

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the logical reason would be that it was so damn hot out, but he's pretty certain the reason why she decided to come into work wearing that short a skirt was to get a rise out of him. from accidentally dropping goods she was restocking and bending over to pick them up when she knew he was looking, he knew it had to be intentional. and whether it was her plan or not, it worked on him regardless. with a heavy sigh, more in disappointment of himself, he locks the front door and switches the sign to closed before making his way back over to her sitting on the counter by the cash register. he watches for a moment as she slides off her panties and lets them dangle down around one ankle before he lifts his gaze back up. "you got five minutes, that's it." he grunts out, casting one last look over to the door before tracing a hand up underneath her skirt towards the innermost part of her thigh.

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